Strongest Demon Hunter of All-Heavens - Chapter 484

Break away from abstract concepts in the Lord of pain.

In the real sense, it came to the real world with the ether, and came to the eastern suburb of the capital of Mongolia.

A terrible vision.

It broke out all over the world.

A resident of a modern industrial country headed by the Mongol Empire.

An appalling discovery.

The hair raising dense rat tide, out of control, rushed out of the sewer and into the city, killing each other and flying with blood and flesh.

Coastal ports and docks.

The unloading workers, busy sailors, guard soldiers and demon hunters stopped their work one after another and looked up into the sky covered with lead clouds.

The howling wind was whispered by the vague and seemingly nonexistent evil god.

Swarms of dead fish, wrapped in the dark smelly ocean current, rushed to the Shanghai shore.

It should have been a rough sea.

Let the storm roar.

But still maintain a strange calm, without a trace of waves.

A farm in the country.

The old man frowned and knocked on the radio with a sudden noise.

Hidden in it.

It seemed that there was some ancient existence beyond reality. The evil sound of preaching to the world eroded his will and made him more and more irritable.

The exploration tower of mystical research institutes all over the world.

It has constantly issued serious warnings to the world and senior government officials.

The whole world seems to have reached the edge of stepping into the abyss of madness.

The other side.

The etheric world of the abyss of pain.

Torrell and medley look at the pain Lord who is entrenched in the sky… Or hanging upside down at the bottom of the abyss.

For a while.

I can’t think of any way to deal with this situation, which is too bad to be worse.

This existence beyond the dimension of reality.

The means in the material world and spiritual field are meaningless.

The most basic.

They could not even touch, by any means, the existence hidden in the depths of the sky and hanging upside down at the bottom of the abyss.

Only matush sinico kept staring at Cole.

Although he did not know how the etheric world, this extraordinary thing, was formed and operated.

But since this guy, like the legendary demon hunter Banan Behan, has the mysterious power to manipulate the etheric world, only he can solve the mess left by Roland.

Cole finished his last cigarette.

Frown.

If there is nothing wrong with the demon hunter mentioned by matush, the year 722 of the new calendar coincides with the Millennium curse that Rolando told him.

however.

He now knows why the legendary demon hunter Banan chose to forcibly seal the Lord of pain in a curse.

Because this thing can’t be killed.

Even if Cole completely destroys it here, it won’t be long before the ghost will revive in the pain conveyed by the human world and the abstract concept of evil gods by evil believers.

So.

Killing it can only temporarily solve the current crisis.

At its root, we also need to find the holy instrument of disaster that guides the birth of the Lord of pain, which exists in speculation.

Throw away the cigarette butts that start burning your fingers.

Cole took out the nimosan lantern and said coldly, “Roland has left us a big trouble, two, if the Lord of pain really exists in an abstract concept.

And all this is related to the lost holy vessels of disaster.

So what do you think it would be like to find something that has existed for thousands of years and has not been found by the trial demon hunters who bear a curse? ”

Matt ush frowned and said in a deep voice, “do you think the nature of that disaster relic is the same as that ghost thing?”

Cole turned the air valve and stopped at the memory lasso.

The light of the lantern seemed to be invaded by some extremely powerful evil force, and the color of the wick changed into yellow and purple, bright and dark.

Launch a trait that has not been used for a long time: a flash of inspiration.

A paragraph suddenly appeared in his mind.

“This is a memory of despair…”

Is that so?

The existence of this holy instrument of disaster, which created the Lord of pain, is an abstract concept, a desperate memory and a sad story.

This time.

Cole’s resistance to the call of the Lord of pain.

It seems to annoy it.

Hanging down the sky, like the skinned octopus tentacles, began to restless.

Those journalists and independent writers who were dominated by the spirit stopped together, and then suddenly widened their bloodshot eyes in a neat and numbing posture.

Look at Cole.

They kept repeating the same sentence.

Smelly mucus flowed from the surface of the body, and gradually transformed into a painful slave. He stretched out his hands in an attempt to completely kill the blasphemer who disrespected the Savior.

Amelia stepped back, grabbed Cole’s arm and stood behind him. Her voice became trembling and said, “uh… Guys, if we were just standing here.

I think… We’ll be in trouble soon. ”

This is also the time.

Like an ancient evil sound from countless years ago, it rolled out in the sky!

Countless tentacles suddenly riot and rush to Cole!

“No one can refuse the master of pain, the great wunizakue zineher, the demon hunter!”

Witnessed this scene.

Everyone present turned pale!

Medley raised her right hand and tried to destroy the tentacles that rolled over them like extinct things, but she was shocked to find that the power of sequence had no effect on these ghost things!

Matt ush clenched his teeth, clenched his right hand and angrily said, “cole! If you continue to hesitate, we’ll all die here!”

Facing the roaring tentacles, and the dark erosion that turns into reality.

Cole took out a cigarette and frowned.

The crisp voice of the criminal verdict sounded.

Exhale a puff of smoke and dust and say indifferently, “this is the world of ether, matush.”

The voice fell.

In two trial sequences.

In the distance, torrel and the Queen’s incredibly shocked eyes!

A burning circle of fire spread out at high speed from Cole’s feet!

All the darkness and evil that came into contact with the flame turned into ashes, floated into the sky and returned to where they should have gone.

Cole looked up and stared at the bottom of the inverted abyss. His left hand was in his trouser pocket and his right hand held a cigarette. He lacked the sound of emotional fluctuation, just like the God of creation.

Above all evil whispers!

Crush all the dark things!

Turn into rolling thunder, tear open the dark abyss that covers the sky, and roar!

“Here, I am the master of all things, wunizakue zineher.”

A roaring ring of fire.

Over all the controlled human beings, over the unreal land full of sludge!

all-powerful!

Self will, return to the control of everyone!

The originally sticky and evil land, like the surging anger in Cole’s blood vessels, turned into a huge sea of lava, poured upstream into the hanging abyss of pain!