Chapter 371

Three days later.

early morning.

January 21, 1836.

Vera Morgan stood in front of the hospital window with the latest Empire daily in her hand.

Front page headlines.

A black-and-white photograph of a prisoner executed by hanging attracts people's attention.

Is it the Sixth Batch of demon hunting bureaucrats to be executed?

Although the girl doesn't understand politics, she can still feel that the liquidation of the Empire and the demon hunting regiment will never be the same as during the internal investigation.

End hastily.

Turn the newspaper to page two.

A report on Hoshi Siegel's joint army industry occupies only a very small space, with a black-and-white photo next to it.

The scene of workers working on the construction site is printed.

Others may not know.

But as a member of the Morgan family, she knew very well that it must have been before the parade started that the people of Hoshi industry contacted the representatives of the laid-off workers.

Finally, the crisis was resolved by means of silent means.

But she didn't care much about these things.

It seems that I want to find some reports about Cole in the newspaper, but unfortunately, I didn't mention a word in the newspaper.

yesterday.

She had gone to the special department to report and was going to return to her job.

But miss Shane told me that Cole had gone out to investigate a case secretly.

Think of it here.

The girl squeezed the newspaper slightly, and the name of a great devil came to her mind: greedy Martinus.

Sigh.

Just about to go to work in the demon hunting group, someone suddenly opened her door and said in a hurry, "Miss Vera! Just now the research institute called, Qi... Mr. Qin woke up!"

"Wake up?! go get the car ready! I have to see him."

The girl's face was suddenly happy. She threw down the newspaper and hurried out.

The other side.

Rolando ugg and Cole came to a sacrificial site of evil worship.

The abandoned apartment building experienced a fire.

Corridors and rooms were blackened and dilapidated.

The furniture is only a ragged frame.

Like human bones scattered on the ground.

Maybe it's because they fought side by side in the dark crow witch incident.

Roland's attitude is much more gentle than the first meeting.

"It was originally a cult organization. After I found the location, all the cult followers locked themselves in it and burned themselves alive.

Maybe he wants his soul to be cared for by that guy. "

Squatting down, picking up a bone, his face sank and said, "cole, are you really going to hell to find that bastard?

I can't describe such behavior as dangerous.

In Wenk's words: is your brain burned by seranda's affair? "

Cole took out the justice trial, with a cigarette in his mouth, withdrew the ordinary silver bullet clip, then took out a brand-new clip, pressed the silver bullets mixed with angel remains one by one, frowned, "aren't you crazy to threaten the trial court with 120 pages of documents and sequence secrets?"

Rolando didn't respond.

Step back, take out the pure gold pocket watch and say, "you have fifteen minutes. Once the time limit is exceeded and the entrance to hell is closed, you will never leave there."

Pulling out the long knife, Cole went into the center of the sacrifice ceremony, put the blood on it, and said coldly, "fifteen minutes, killing a big devil is enough."

Purgatory windbreaker suddenly began to burn.

The terrible shadow of the mourning Candlestick appeared behind Cole.

Look at Roland's dignified eyes. Under the influence of the characteristics of people extradited from hell, they lead to hell together, just like the door of countless evil spirits stacked and twisted, impressively appearing in front of him.

Step out.

The next moment.

Soul and flesh are squeezed and folded by irresistible dimensional rules.

Consciousness is stripped out of the body.

It seems that ten thousand years have passed, and it seems that it is only a moment.

When Cole's perception returned to his body, the scene in front of him was no longer the abandoned building of the sacrifice ceremony.

The eternal malice in the air turns into a melancholy fog visible to the naked eye, obscuring the line of sight.

Dim light, and absolute silence, gloomy and terrible.

The earth is like ten thousand years without rain, dry, cracked, withered and white bones everywhere.

The huge execution rack for punishing sinners stood in the stench of the fog.

Occasionally, it can be heard, like the wailing and wailing from the other side of the sea, which takes away the soul.

It was also the moment Cole set foot in hell.

One after another, bad feelings fell on him.

The murmur of the devil overlaps everything like the voice of countless sinners, crying like a complaint, invading the soul and corroding the will.

until.

A voice familiar to Cole quietly appeared in his ear.

"Cole walker, ha ha.

I didn't expect that you dared to go to hell alone. Is it miss zelanda's sincere love that moved you like that stone... I almost forgot.

Miss zelanda is now a noble dark crow witch.

HMM... is there another love hate entanglement between demon hunters and witches in this world? I'm eager to see the scene where you kill her or she kills you.

It must be more interesting than holding a barbecue party in a crematorium. "

Cole looked around.

It is certain that the place where the wizard's soul was last taken was not the territory of the greedy Martinus.

Spit out the cigarette.

Turn on the seventh vision.

In an instant, Cole's consciousness sank into the spiritual world.

As if separated by a water curtain.

On the dilapidated and nihilistic land, the line of sight passes through the evil spirits and resentful spirits wandering in the wilderness.

A human creature wearing a bowler hat and a small dress, fat and like a gray frog, stood under a dead tree not far from him.

Seems to be aware of Cole's gaze.

He took off his hat, bent slightly and said with a smile, "first meeting, Cole walker, how about my territory..."

Perhaps it thinks that as long as it keeps a distance, even if Cole has the terrible weapon that can kill the devil, he can't help it.

even to the extent that.

You can make fun of this overkill mortal.

However.

The rugged revolver pointed straight behind his head.

When the mode of killing gods is turned on, it will disturb the spiritual world like a torn cloth.

The greedy Martinus turned pale and exclaimed, "that's not a mortal weapon... You -"

Suddenly.

Its frogs are quiet and their pupils shrink suddenly.

The evil spirits who serve it rush up and try to stop Cole's dangerous move.

In his heart, he scolded that damn demon hunter. When he didn't play cards according to the routine, he wanted to escape, but it was too late.

The weapon of Archangel Michael, who had been executed, aimed at the distance between the physical and spiritual fields, which was meaningless.

When Cole's angry willpower turned into towering anger and came out of his mouth.

At this moment.

All the darkness of hell is torn apart by the outrageous!

Those malicious eyes seemed to encounter terrible natural enemies and fled away from Cole.

Until a terrible death scream spread all over hell!

"Cole walker, you can't do this! Ah -"