Chapter 172

Compared with the movie world in ghost street, the protagonist group that needs Cole's constant teaching.

Kard, the Witch Hunter, was like Cole. When the wizard saw tears and the witch saw the crying man, she disposed of the second soul box in a very short time.

A heart that he brought to reality from his memory and placed in his wife Helena's chest.

There is no confusion of special drugs.

Remembering the world can not disturb his cognition of falsehood and reality.

After getting the beating heart.

Calder took Chloe's dagger and stabbed it without hesitation.

Spin hard.

A lot of blood gushed out of the breach of the heart.

The next moment.

A shrill scream, accompanied by the crazy wriggling branches of the Queen's tree, sounded impressively.

The escaping supernatural forces turned into invisible shock waves and storms and blew across the ground.

The flying flies are like a cold and smelly wind, covering the sky and light.

It is more powerful than all black wizards in the past, and even incomparable supreme power, just like a terrible God who brings plague and disaster!

Cole pulled out his long knife and stood in front of the three, facing the trunk of the Queen's tree like the fluctuation of the water.

Calder wanted to come forward, but Chloe grabbed his arm, shook his head and said, "you have lost the power of immortality. Let Cole deal with it.

He put forward the soul box. I think he must have a way to kill or seal the Witch Queen. "

No response to the witch's suspicion.

Calder pushed her hand away and walked over to stand side by side with Cole.

The silence was his eternal anger and hatred towards the witch for 800 years.

This time.

A magnificent pneumatic crossbow was thrown into his arms.

The blade buzzed through the air.

Cole turned the blade, handed the handle of the long knife to Calder, and said coldly, "you have no weapons, Calder. The Viking sword that kills witches is still sealed in history and dust.

Take them and protect Chloe and Ricardo.

Leave the rest to me. "

Calder did not answer.

Looking into the distance, I looked at the Witch Queen with a gap in the tree trunk.

A humanoid creature with a dirty and corrupt body and a gray rattan wrapped around its surface.

At this time.

Even though the anger in his heart was like a volcano, he still knew that forcible action would only cause trouble to Cole and make unnecessary sacrifices for no reason.

His throat was dry and hoarse, and he said, "can you handle it?"

Cole took a cigarette in his mouth, changed his magazine for the just trial, frowned and said, "I forgot to tell you that I have another identity besides wizard Hunter..."

Click.

The loading sound of metal texture is crisp and pleasant.

Calder turned to look at him.

Cole said coldly, "I not only hunt black wizards, but also those who give them evil power behind their backs."

In the lens of photographer Ricardo.

In the gray sky, the sun is dying at dusk.

The rotten and decaying Queen's tree creeps like an indescribable strange thing.

A woman.

A woman with evil and cruelty in her soul slowly flew into the sky.

Black flies, which symbolize plague and disaster, turn into insects blocking out the sky and the sun at this moment, just like the black tide rising and suffering coming.

After they pushed and wrapped the witch, the king and belief of the black wizard, like the sad hymn of the evil pilgrim, turned into swirling and twisted black clouds, singing in the sky.

Suddenly, they flew to the earth and brought down misfortune and death.

It is like the supreme power and power that a God can have.

Do not disobey.

Do not overstep.

It's also at this moment.

A figure in a black windbreaker, holding a gun in one hand and throwing away the unfinished cigarette butts with the other hand, walked forward in the strong wind.

Like a fearless warrior who looks back on death.

Like a judge who declares war on all evil and bears the wrath of mankind.

Ricardo's legs softened and he stared in horror.

The roaring flies fell from the sky.

later.

A huge false shadow of the terror Candlestick lit up impressively.

The ferocious body of the witch queen, wrapped in countless flies, landed on the ground not far from Cole.

The smile was ferocious and ugly, and the joking eyes swept over Cole. The mortal who was no different from the worm in her eyes stopped on Calder.

See the enemy alive 800 years ago.

She grinned, revealing her dark teeth and said, "Calder, the taste of a lonely life, is it wonderful? Hahaha!"

The bald man has blue veins on his forehead.

Hold the handle of the long knife.

But he knew very well that without the sword of steel and fire in his hand, he could not kill the bastard who brought the plague to the world as last time.

even to the extent that.

He has to stay here. If Cole is killed in battle, he is the human world, the only human who has the power to kill the witch.

If both of them die here.

Not only will the war with the black wizard be lost, but also the irreversible plague will kill tens of millions of innocent humans in the long years.

After greeting old friends.

The witch's eyes stopped on Chloe. After staring at her for three seconds, she smiled and stretched out her right hand. Her voice had irresistible strange magic.

"Dreamwalker... My child, go back to my mother and let me have a good look at you."

The witch tried her best to resist the Queen's spiritual charm.

However.

With her strength of less than level 10, it is impossible to stop the ceiling of the strength of wizards in the world.

When Chloe couldn't control her body, stiff and mechanical like a puppet, she glanced at Cole and photographer Ricardo.

"Dead."

Spit out a word.

Her smile was ferocious and cruel.

As the gods tease the animals in the sheepfold, they regard their death and pain as fun.

Hear this word that blesses the great supernatural power.

Calder's face changed greatly.

Put the long knife on the ground and swooped over the photographer Ricardo.

The camera that fell on the ground rolled aside, and the lens just caught everyone, including Calder and Ricardo.

The photographer's hands were like enchanted, strangling his neck.

At the same time, he was frightened and shouted intermittently, "help... Help... Me... I..."

Calder rode on him, tried his best to break Ricardo's strangled hands and shouted, "Hey! Don't give up resistance! Don't let fear dominate your soul! Resist it!"

"I... I..."

The photographer's legs struggled wildly on the ground meaninglessly, his eyes turned up, his saliva flowed out of the corners of his mouth, and he was about to strangle himself.

This time.

The empress moved her excited eyes to Cole.

Originally, she thought that killing two lowly mortals was as simple as crushing insects.

However, as expected, the bloody scene of Cole putting his hand into his mouth and taking out his throat to die did not happen at all.

even to the extent that.

Except for a black muzzle facing her face.

The man she ordered to kill himself had a ferocious expression and hated eyes.

"GOF * * * uself! Coin pool!"