Chapter 186

This is also the time.

Everyone, including Vera Morgan.

They finally knew what a terrible terrorist event had happened in the carriage ahead!

Like hell on earth!

Scarlet plasma covered the floor and walls of the carriage.

The torn and eaten corpses were broken into several pieces and scattered in the aisle.

The intestines pulled out of the body are like cobwebs hanging on an iron luggage rack.

The five werewolves of different shapes, like predators who burst into the sheep, roughly tore the passengers who were still alive, pressed them against the wall, and opened their bellies alive with sharp long teeth and claws!

After the door is opened.

The shrill, painful and dying faint scream shocked every living person who heard it.

Timid people, even have been completely stunned by the scene in front of them, standing in place and indifferent.

Time seems stagnant at this moment.

Until the cry of the little girl who was held in her mother's arms and sat at the back broke this short stagnation.

Seeing the living werewolves, they threw away the bodies in their hands. Like wild animals, they roared, rampaged in the corridor, bared their teeth, exposed their fierce faces, and ran frantically to the carriage door.

Bang!

The moment of life and death.

There were five deafening shots.

The tyranny of bullets and the ultimate destructive power of blood flame.

Let the heads of the five werewolves break and explode like bright red fireworks in the night sky!

This time.

The shocked passengers looked back and stopped at Cole.

Until a woman shouted his name.

"You... Yes! That demon hunter, Cole walker, I know you!"

Talk.

As if relieved, he patted his chest and said to the other passengers, "he is Cole walker, the most famous demon hunter in the Empire. God... With him, we will be safe."

Cole stepped forward.

Passengers consciously make way of a road.

Vera hurried to follow.

Find the conductor who died at the door in the bloody carriage in front. After getting the key, Cole turned back to open the door. At the same time, he said to the people in the carriage, "leave the imperial capital and don't look back."

Take Vera and jump off the stopped train.

Look forward along the train.

A wasteland full of dead grass.

The endless crowd of transformed wolves, under the command of two men, jumped into the carriage one by one and frantically slaughtered the passengers in the train.

The miserable situation can not even be described as hell on earth.

Fragmented corpses were randomly discarded in the grass beside the railway track.

A struggling woman was dragged out of the car by three werewolves and torn to pieces in the shrill scream.

The passengers who tried to escape were caught up like livestock and then bitten to death.

See this.

Vera's face turned white and her hand with the knife trembled slightly.

Once, everything that happened to Newcastle, like a nightmare that couldn't wake up, reappeared in her mind.

Stumps, blood, internal organs, dark creatures that hate the living.

Cole changed the clip of justice trial and frowned. "All the weapons grace gave you have been treated with silver. Remember how the college taught you to deal with transformed werewolves?"

Pulled back to reality by Cole's voice.

Vera took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down and said, "transformed werewolves are human beings infected by native werewolves. They are the most common first-class dangerous dark creatures, afraid of silver, sequence secrets and fire."

Cole took off the dagger he bit in his mouth, stuffed it into the leggings, fixed the sleeve sword on his arm, strained the tie, and looked up straight into the girl's eyes.

"If you survive, I will pass your employment application."

Having received vocational training from all demon hunters and handled cases with Chaz Morgan, Vera moon is not an ordinary human without resistance in the face of first-class dangerous dark creatures.

All she needs is to take that step and the luck to survive successfully.

The location where the train stops is at least one kilometer away from DIDU. It is impossible to determine how many dangerous creatures are waiting for them along the way.

The girl closed her eyes, took a deep breath and tried to recall that she had learned in college. Chaz Morgan taught her fighting skills.

Open your eyes again.

Cowardice and fear are buried like death.

Clenching the short knife, setting up a one handed crossbow, thinking of the dialogue between her and Cole when they first met, he said in a deep voice, "the black snake brigade is not an infant care center, I..."

I haven't finished yet.

When the handle of a long silver plated knife was handed to her, Cole said, "the short knife is not powerful enough to deal with werewolves."

"Thank you."

Far away.

Aware of the fleeing passengers, Cole and Vera appeared on the wasteland.

The restless werewolves howled, and a group of about ten transformed werewolves landed on all fours and frantically rushed towards them.

Compared to a native werewolf at Level 3.

The transformed werewolves are of different sizes and have strange bones, like ferocious hell dogs.

Blood red eyes, no reason.

Only the lowly and cruel bloodthirsty dominated by the superior.

Face the incoming werewolf.

After getting off, the passengers shouted and ran crazy to the distance.

Click.

The sound of the pistol loading sounded.

Cole stepped forward, Vera followed, regarded the wolves as nothing, and went straight to the imperial capital.

Far away.

The two native species who are responsible for ruling and transforming werewolves see Cole and Vera moving towards the imperial capital.

One of them raised his chin slightly and sneered, "demon hunter? Tut, are you impatient to go to Gongwei imperial capital at this time?"

Talking room.

He raised his whip, whipped a thin transformed werewolf and scolded, "you damn hybrids! Move!

Kill those two demon hunters! "

however.

The other werewolf, staring at Cole from beginning to end, seemed to be thinking about something.

Ten seconds later.

His facial muscles twitched unnaturally, perhaps fear or disbelief.

A drop of cold sweat slipped down his neck and stuck to his clothes on his back.

Like encountering some terrible thing, he grabbed his fellow's arm, swallowed his saliva, and said in horror, "no, no, no... Listen to me, the demon hunter seems to be Cole walker."

"Cole walker? Haha, Rodo, are you nervous recently? What's the fuss of a demon hunter? There are many demon hunters killed by us. I don't care who he is. If he dares to appear in my sight, he must..."

As he finished, he was directly interrupted by his fellow countrymen.

"No! Jay! That man, he's different! Jody, FIGO... They all died in that guy's hands!"

"What are you talking about?"

Seizing Jain's arm and looking directly into his eyes, the werewolf Rodo said in a dignified tone and in a frightened voice, "don't you understand?! Cole walker, he is the legendary werewolf hunter!"