Strongest Demon Hunter of All-Heavens - Chapter 459

Maybe in the eyes of believers.

Heaven and hell are binary opposites, and there is no uniqueness.

But in Cole’s eyes.

The so-called heavenly Father and Satan.

It is more like a family ethics play between rebellious man-made offspring and hypocritical old fathers.

It’s not absolutely sacred.

There is no absolute evil.

Walking on the barren land of hell.

His eyes are broken.

The headless evil monster and ferocious bad animals stacked together, roared in fear and anxiety, and waited around Cole, ready to move.

Until the irresistible command from the high comes wrapped in a malicious will.

Like meat mountain and bone sea.

The numerous hell soldiers, crowded together, with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, looked at the tall figure walking alone in the land of sin.

Ferocious rolling over.

A deadly roar of gunfire rang out.

The warhead wrapped in the blood flame and absolute death force turns into a machete for slaughter. In the flesh and blood attack woven by hell creatures, it recklessly cuts through the terrible blood marks across the world.

Thousands of monsters.

It split into pieces and broke into a pool of meat mud.

Cole’s footsteps.

It’s like climbing the sacred mountain and the unstoppable spirit of revenge trampling on the land where no living people have set foot in hell for thousands of years.

The fury of purgatory windbreaker Sears darkness and sin.

Countless evil spirits turned into ashes under the burning of purgatory fire, wrapped in the raging wind and returned to nothingness.

The road to the stone of gluttony.

It’s been a long time.

But close at hand.

Until Cole stopped in front of the rough Boulder, which was simple, weathered for countless years and never changed, gushing out smelly yellow water.

Behind him.

Endless corpses piled into mountains.

The flowing blood of sin is like a tide.

No one or anything dared to stop him.

The demon God of hell shivers in the corner where he can’t find it.

The powerful filth in the name of Satan was silent and dared not say a word of no about Cole’s appearance in their territory.

Take out the last cigarette in the cigarette box.

The system prompts the countdown to life, hovering at 00:59:51.

Cole looked up.

Gaze at a familiar name written in blood: Cole walker.

Ignite the criminal verdict.

The roar was like a ghost’s metal lighter, spewing out the fire of purgatory.

Pull the trigger at the same time.

After the gunshot.

A wisp of smoke rose from the cigarette end.

The system prompt tone also sounded at this moment.

“The limited time task has been completed.”

“Hell is a long time, but to find the stone of gluttony, in addition to fearless courage, it also requires thousands of blood and flesh sacrifices.

You succeeded in getting back a life, demon hunter. ”

“Reward: lung of steel.”

[iron lung: now, you are completely immune to inhaled poison gas.]

Finish all this.

Cole exhaled a mouthful of muddy smoke, frowned, and his eyes stopped on the stone of gluttony, as if thinking.

The notebook appears on the left hand.

Write a sentence on it: to the bastards of hell—— Your closest friend, Cole walker.

Tear off the page.

Nail the boulder with a dagger.

Turn around.

He looked up and sent a greeting middle finger to the guys peeping in the distance.

Say the short sentence of loving you: f * * k, U.

Cole steps back to the world.

Maybe he killed in hell all day and night.

Maybe longer.

But in the outside world, only a short moment has passed.

Far away.

Constantine and Angela stood in the ruins and looked at him.

“So soon?”

Cole stepped in front of them, took out a dagger mixed with angel remains, handed it to Constantine and said, “although you are a jerk, at least you are on my side.

Take it, a parting gift. ”

As a professional dealer.

John’s eyes were vicious. When he got the dagger, he immediately saw the extraordinary.

“The smell of angels… What did you mix in?”

“Bones.”

“That can certainly sell at a good price.”

Cole put his left hand in his trouser pocket and took a cigarette in his right hand and walked away.

Angela looked at his back and hurriedly said, “shall I go to demonbbq to find you in the future?”

There was only one cold and unkind word in response to her.

“The barbecue is closed, detective.”

They watched Cole disappear at the end of the street.

Constantine weighed the dagger and said, “that bastard always appears mysteriously and then disappears mysteriously. If you really want to see him.

Why don’t you make a deal with Satan.

He will come back to you soon. ”

Angela took a deep breath, looked at him and responded, “shit.”

Cole went to the corner, a relatively quiet place.

“System, leave the Constantine film universe.”

“You can stay in this world for up to three days. Do you want to leave now?”

“Yes.”

‘Start settlement… ‘

“Demon hunter, although you have tried your best to control your anger, the act of killing morning star Lucifer still leaves John Constantine a mess.

Good thing.

He is used to it. ”

“Trait · holy killer, has failed.”

“Reward for settlement: 13000 West pounds.”

“Ready to return…”

The vision fell into pure darkness.

A moment later.

The dim light came into Cole’s eyes.

He is still standing in front of the window of the special minister’s office.

The clothes on the body and the time of departure have not changed.

It’s one in the morning.

After Cole signed and sealed the last document, he called AVA Shaw and took him back to his apartment to rest.

…

meanwhile.

In the early morning of golden harbor, every family has gone to sleep.

However.

There is a very old apartment building.

The lights of a family are always on.

Under the window, in front of the antique wooden table, a thin young man of the same age as Cole, with slightly wrinkled eyebrows, revised tomorrow’s speech word by word.

On the right hand side, there is a rubbing name on the coated glass: will Connor.

If you are familiar with the City Council of golden harbor.

You will know that the owner of this name is a young man who is well-known, funny and even idealistic.

His ideas and theories are not only divorced from reality, but also too radical in the eyes of radical politicians.

If it weren’t for his father.

Old Connor spent his life trying to get him into the City Council before his death. Will Connor, a noble, can now almost beg on the street.

While he carefully revised the last line of the manuscript.

A strange, intoxicating fragrance suddenly appeared in his room.

Unfortunately, young people who invest too much don’t care about this at all.

until.

An elegant and beautiful female voice sounded in the room.

“William Connor, a poor fellow who is regarded as a clown by his colleagues, do you naively think that a speech can change your destiny and the world?”

Hear a sound.

Young people look back.

I saw a beautiful suffocating woman standing behind him silently.

The dark crow feather is gorgeous and mysterious.

The tears on the pale face make people feel pity involuntarily.

A dull moment.

A young man who recognized this terrible woman.

He opened his eyes and got up in panic. The leather boots kicked the chair and slid on the floor, making a harsh creak.

He leaned on the table in fear and couldn’t believe, “you… Dark crow witch?!”