Strongest Demon Hunter of All-Heavens - Chapter 455

Constantine sought an old electrocution chair that had electrocuted more than 200 people.

Because too many people have died.

As a result, this thing has become more and more evil in the eyes of ordinary people.

be haunted.

Misfortune often happens and so on.

In the eyes of insiders like Cole, the reason for this evil chair is that it is too close to the gate of hell.

Cause some evil things, often unconsciously run out and wander in the world.

however.

For a powerful voodoo magician like midnight dad, it would be kind for him not to go to the trouble of those little bastards.

What’s more, Cole is a terrible guy who kills gods and ghosts professionally. The archangel is afraid to see him.

So.

The evil of this thing has evolved some wonderful uses for the three insiders in the room.

For example.

Sit up.

Experience dying, and then jump left and right in front of the gate of hell, peeping into the future, present and past.

Just like what John Constantine is doing.

A moment’s effort.

When his expression was twisted into a mask of pain, he suddenly raised his hands and grabbed his neck.

Close your eyes and shout, “cole!”

Obviously, Constantine’s will is fighting against some evil thing, and it is completely irresistible.

Wen Yan.

At midnight, he hurried to pick up the exposed wire stretching into the water.

Cole took one step forward.

Catch Constantine’s moment.

An extremely huge evil force, extremely heavy, manipulated Constantine’s body, pressed him firmly on the chair and tried to strangle him alive.

Confrontation with pure spiritual power.

At the moment when the demon hunter’s unique God killer curse escaped his soul.

All evil forces, like the darkness of fire, were injured, howled in horror, and the tide receded.

At the same time.

Cole grabbed John’s clothes, picked him up, got out of the electrocution chair and put him aside.

“Found it?”

Constantine exhaled a foul breath, his expression looked very uncomfortable, his face was cold sweat, and responded, “it’s almost like that.”

Find the exact location of the guy holding the spear of fate.

With the help of Chas, they prepared a batch of gold bullets and weapons, and the three rode on the road.

Under the Catholic world view.

The gold coin made of gold indirectly killed Jesus, the son of God.

So traditional exorcists like to use this valuable thing to deal with mixed races.

Maybe it’s because of Cole.

Mamun gathered a large number of mixed race demons to block the streets and hospitals and guard his birthplace.

At least ten times the quantity level.

however.

The same as the original movie plot is.

Cole needs to kill down the street to attract the attention of the half blood devil Legion.

Chas and Constantine slipped in from the other side, saved Angela and completed the exorcism before mamon was born.

In the car.

Maybe it’s excitement.

Chas’s hand on the steering wheel couldn’t help shaking.

In a hurry, he said with a smile, “Wow! This plan is crazy! Can you really deal with more than 200 half blood demons alone, Cole?”

Constantine frowned. “It’s the only chance. He’ll have to bite the bullet.”

Cole sat in the back.

Take out an oilcloth, gently wipe the blade of the long knife, and say indifferently, “are you afraid?”

Chas danced and said excitedly, “I’m not afraid! Like John, I’ll point to the names of those bastards and shout, ‘Hi! Listen to me, this is Chas Kramer! You dirty bastard!’

Wow -!

It’s so handsome! ”

If he is not a mixed race angel, Cole may think he has the potential to become a qualified demon hunter. Unfortunately, his existence is a mistake.

A private monitor customized by God for Constantine.

A sad and lamentable little man.

The more you say, the more excited you are.

Chas looked at Cole in the endoscope and said, “or I can be like you, demon hunter.

Find a long knife.

Stand in front of the devil coldly, and then say expressionless, “die, or roll yourself. I’ll give you three seconds.”

ha-ha!

Seriously, Cole, can you teach me some tricks when this is over? ”

Talking room.

The taxi turned the intersection.

The usual busy streets are surprisingly quiet.

The dark crowd was blocked in the street outside the hospital, and even nearby, no police could see it.

The moment the taxi appeared.

Evil forces turn into intrusion and manipulation.

Trying to invade the souls of the three and drive them away.

Chas, who had yelled the loudest before, held his hat, quickly stepped on the brake, lowered his head and exclaimed, “damn! More than 200 people… Really so many?!”

Cole looked through the window.

A dense crowd.

Blocked in the street.

As if you can’t see the end at a glance, it gives people a strong visual impact and a great sense of oppression.

Unfortunately.

Ten times more terrible than this battle, it failed to stop the footsteps of demon hunters, not to mention more than 200 ridiculous hybrids.

Open the door.

get off the car.

Chas started the accelerator and was ready to sneak into the hospital from the other direction.

Under the gloomy sky.

Cole stood alone in the street.

On the opposite side is a mixture of black and poor eyesight.

The red pupils looked directly into Cole’s eyes with great malice and hatred.

In the first hybrid race.

The same kind behind him was fierce, with a cruel and ferocious smile, rolling towards Cole like a roaring torrent!

The next moment.

The burning cigarette fell to the ground.

As ferocious as a roaring monster, the color of steel flows, and the destroyer shotgun appears in Cole’s hand.

Click.

The bullet is loaded.

press the trigger.

A flash of fire broke out at the muzzle of the gun.

The flying projectiles, like flesh and blood tearing machines, rushed into the crowd composed of mixed races.

Tear their bodies.

Break their bones.

The splashed dark green blood, like a splashed oil painting, solidified in the bullet time.

“Roar -”

The huge crowd roared into the sky.

Chaotic footsteps, like drums, are heavy and frightening.

Face all this.

The expression of the demon hunter never changed.

Pull the trigger continuously.

Like a ruthless killing machine.

Every second, there are hybrid species falling in a pool of blood and crying bitterly.

Until the first half blood devil, through the death zone built by bullets, jumped ferociously at Cole.

The destroyer’s shotgun disappeared.

Long sword and just judgment hold each other.

Dodge, chop.

Flesh and bones broke in a shrill scream.

Like a bloody butcher.

Like a superb death dancer.

The fire of the bullet and the blade complement each other, bringing death and pain.

The long knife is broken.

The magazine is empty.

The cunning and ferocity of the scarlet queen will leave two screaming undead things behind Cole every time she appears.

Until a pair of leather boots stained with dark green blood stepped on the steps of the hospital.

The purgatory windbreaker burns and burns all the dirty blood.

Cole took out a cigarette.

Bow your head, frown and light it.

Step and walk to the hospital.

Behind him, on the narrow street, a half blood devil with incomplete but still alive weaves a picture of human purgatory.

Breathtaking!