Strongest Demon Hunter of All-Heavens - Chapter 467

Natural disaster.

Death.

conquer.

The giant of the dark world, the way of the scourge party.

Just like this night, a large-scale alienation event occurred all over the world.

Alcatel, the king of vampires, formed an alliance with the Lord of pain, urnizakue zineher, and planned for more than 400 years. After the failure of karadishan.

Relying on the closed mountains of hedelia and the great maritime colonial era opened 300 years ago, the seeds of alienation are hidden in the blood of sect believers and spread to the world.

And now.

The evil night erodes the soul.

The seed of evil is rooted in flesh and blood, blooms and bears fruit, and gives birth to one slave after another in the abyss of pain.

They kill people.

Sow fear and despair, bring misery and death.

This night.

It is destined to become a scar of suffering and stay in the long history of mankind forever.

This night is also destined to create an era of unyielding resistance, bleeding, writing epic Elegy and a large number of heroes.

A legendary generation with the strongest birth.

…

Boone.

Cole could not remember how much the long knife in his hand was broken.

At his feet.

Mountain like corpses are piled high.

The sea of blood, like the tide, fluctuates and surges under the trampled feet.

Finally.

When the last alienated monster fell at his feet.

A sharp howl suddenly rang through the world.

As if there were endless alienated species, at this moment, Qi Qi stopped, like the approval of wolves to wolves, and issued a soul-stirring scream in unison.

When the Tathagata came, they crowded together and retreated quickly.

Dawn is not yet here.

Broken street lamp, the light is dead.

Only the roaring flames of hell, waving their teeth and claws, were burning behind Cole.

Hold the handle of the long knife tightly.

Even though it was him, he finally felt a burst of extremely strong fatigue, which was directly into the soul and knocked down his tall body.

Stagger forward, hold the long knife and kneel on one knee.

In the eyes.

Under the shaking purgatory light, his face had been submerged in turbid blood.

The endless killing brought numbness and plunged his consciousness into a brief chaos and stagnation.

This time.

A small hand, pulling the sleeve, timidly extended to his face and wiped the blood marks.

Dead silence.

In the fluctuating blood reflection, the little girl had already drained the last drop of frightened tears, and her young face was numb and indifferent.

The crying hoarse voice was no longer childlike and said softly, “my mother used to tell me that if I had a nightmare, I would open my eyes.

Then you won’t be afraid. ”

Cole didn’t respond.

In the pool of blood of weak paralysis and kneeling, even the hand holding the knife was released at this moment.

I don’t know how long it’s been.

Maybe a minute.

Maybe a thousand years.

A pair of black high-heeled shoes scattered the sea of blood and suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Slender legs, white, round and straight.

She leaned over, gently hugged Cole and whispered, “will you fall too, Cole?”

Like the first time they met.

Cole hugged the woman who collapsed to the ground.

Familiar sounds.

Awaken the numb nerves of the demon hunter.

His dry, itchy throat made the same indifferent voice, “seranda.”

But all this.

As if it were just an illusion.

Cole looked up.

Before him was still a sea of corpses and blood, and a gloomy and dead night.

The only difference.

A red eyed crow landed on the arm of a dead man and looked at him quietly.

Maybe the mission has been completed.

Perhaps it is the bloody killing smell of the demon hunter that makes it feel scared and strange.

The crow spread its wings, embraced freedom and the sky, hovered over the corpse mountain, and gradually disappeared into the distant night.

Take a deep breath.

Cole propped himself up.

A slightly trembling hand lit a cigarette.

After exhaling the turbid smoke and dust, he said indifferently, “are you alive?”

The little girl on her back whispered, “HMM.”

later.

The purgatory windbreaker evaporated and burned the blood all over the body. Cole stepped forward, followed the guidance of the blood deed, and walked away along the street.

Twenty minutes later.

Abandoned Manor on the outskirts of Boone.

Claudia Joran, the former vampire Narcissus, screamed and fell on the black and white marble floor of the hall.

The corners of his mouth were bloody and he suddenly looked up.

The dark eyes of incomparable hatred stared at the road standing at the end of the steps.

One hand behind his back.

Like an emperor, a man above.

His former father and current enemy, urori IX.

Even though her anger is more burst and hot than the spewing volcano, there is a gap between absolute blood suppression and hard power.

Her revenge is more like being beaten and abused unilaterally.

After all.

In the eyes of urori IX and other people.

She is just a impure hybrid, a dirty bastard with human blood.

power.

Speed.

reaction capacity.

There is nothing comparable with absolute high purity blood.

Urori IX was as cold as when Cole first met him, with his chin slightly raised. He looked down at his former daughter and said coldly, “you are so disappointing to me. Even if you have the sequence power of the demon hunter, you are still so weak and humble.

Your actions disgrace the blood of urori, nathus.

For life and revenge.

He volunteered to serve a human as the Lord of the blood contract, abandoned his real name and used a cheap human name.

I’ve had enough of your boring revenge game, daughter. It’s time for me to end it myself… ”

I haven’t finished yet.

When he was ready to execute the bastard who dared to betray the noble blood of uroli, a burst of footsteps of leather shoes on the marble floor suddenly sounded.

Compared with the nobility and lowliness of full mouth.

The reaction of urori IX to flee at this moment is more real.

Personal interpretation of a funny scene: tough mouth first, I’m the best at running.

Because he knows.

Here comes the Lord of the blood contract of Narcissus.

That terrible guy, even Lord Alcatel, is a little afraid.

Cole walks into the vampire’s residence… Or the minimalist palace.

Claudia clenched her lips and sank to the ground. There was hatred and pain in her eyes.

Even if she had part of the power of the Lord of the blood contract, she was still too weak. Without the arrival of the Lord of the blood contract, she could not complete revenge, but almost died here.

Get up hard.

With my back to Cole, I said coldly, “now I’m like a funny clown, right?”

Her voice was not answered.

Then he turned his head, looked directly into Cole’s eyes and said expressionless, “sooner or later I’ll kill him myself…”

That’s it.

The once vampire paused slightly, bent over to pick up the long knife on the ground, put on a serious and serious tone, looked directly at Cole again, and said firmly, “… Kill him completely as a demon hunter and a human.

For my hatred.

For the mother I never met. “