Cole walked over.


    Step on the neck of the cult.


    Pop up the clip of justice trial, press bullets into it one by one, frown and say, "where is wizard island?"


    "What... What wizard island?! I don''t know!"


    Click.


    The pistol is loaded.


    Facing the black muzzle pointing to his forehead.


    The pupil of the cult student shrinks suddenly, his left hand grabs Cole''s ankle in vain, his right hand blocks his face, saliva splashes at the corners of his mouth, and the threat of death frightens him.


    "No! Cole! Come on! I don''t know..."


    Bang!


    A deafening gunshot rang out.


    The skull was broken and red and yellow splashed on the ground.


    At this time, the female demon hunter who broke free hurriedly climbed into the wooden carriage and rescued the other two people.


    Help them sit against the wheel.


    Then he went to Cole, stretched out his right hand and said, "executive team, integrated section vulture brigade, yakaran dush."


    She looked at her, shook hands and said coldly, "Cole."


    "You came alone?"


    Cole didn''t respond.


    After the crisp sound of the lighter was over, he frowned and said, "what''s the current situation of golden harbor?"


    Yalanka''s tone was serious, took a deep breath and said, "the last time I received the order of the demon hunting regiment was at 2 a.m. it was ready to give up the city. The vulture brigade and I were ambushed on the way out."


    Talk.


    Looking back, his eyes fell on the two numb colleagues leaning against the wheel.


    "The evil cult''s means are very despicable. Using them as bait to attack demon hunters and soldiers is just one example, and..."


    The voice paused slightly, shook his head helplessly and said, "their souls are seriously damaged. They may not live until sunrise."


    In a sense.


    The cult, the great wizard Kendall, only left yaranka''s life, which was inseparable from the appearance of the young female demon hunter.


    War and killing made her dark red long hair in a mess, a few freckles near the bridge of her nose, and her white skin was painted with mud and blood.


    The figure is not tall, but extremely symmetrical.


    A brown knitted sweater under a windbreaker with a high chest.


    Compared with other women who are equally beautiful, her eyes are particularly sharp, like a sharp knife, aggressive.


    After getting the information you want.


    Cole spits out white smoke, holds a gun in his left hand, shakes his clothes, and strides towards the city.


    This cult lair has been completely occupied by darkness and evil.


    Yaranka watched his back go away, frowned, kept silent for a long time and shouted, "if you go in alone, you will die in it."


    Unfortunately, her worries and advice were not answered.


    Until the figure of the man was completely in the shadow of the night.


    The female demon hunter raised her hand to erase the itchy blood on her cheek, looked dignified, clenched her left hand slightly and said in her heart that the guy was really as crazy as the rumor.


    In her opinion.


    Even if they are not afraid of the gnawing of the soul by evil spirits, they step on death again and sweep away the evil believers led by Kendall by means of violence.


    But in today''s golden harbor city, there are thousands of powerful heretics and wizards.


    What role can a person''s strength play in this level of war?


    Die for nothing.


    Although her sense of responsibility prompted her to follow Cole into the city and sweep away evil believers, her reason told her very clearly that doing so would not help, but would die of no value.


    Hesitate for a moment.


    Carrying the sober, seemingly saved colleague, he left quickly.


    ...


    Boom——


    The thunder rolled and the electric snake twisted.


    In severe winter, the biting freezing rain poured down.


    The gunfire of resistance in golden harbor gradually stopped until it disappeared.


    The heretics unscrupulously captured the citizens who had not yet escaped in the city, looted the spoils, and made wild laughter like ghosts crying and wolves howling in the streets.


    Forced citizens, helpless struggle.


    Beg, cry, scream


    In the past, the richest free port city in the Mongolian tin empire was completely abandoned by the demon hunting regiment and the Imperial Army and turned into human purgatory.


    On the street on a rainy night.


    The street lights are dim.


    A group of more than a dozen heretics, loaded with all kinds of jewelry and western pounds, dragged behind them a mother and daughter and a man who was beaten with only one breath.


    Laugh loudly.


    swagger through the streets.


    "Ha ha! Dan, we''re rich! This family is so rich!"


    "Shut your mouth! Some of these things need to be handed over to the great and immortal Pope, do you understand?!"


    "I''m just saying, anyway, take these two women back first. My brothers have been in a panic lately."


    "Fools with brains in their crotch, if they can exchange them for the favor of the transcendent and give us the power of wizards.


    The female of a lower mortal, when did this thing not exist? "


    "Hey, hey."


    Compared with the foul language of heretics and the unique arrogance of winners.


    The young mother, with tears streaming down her face, looked at her only 13-year-old daughter. It can be predicted what kind of torture and suffering they were waiting for.


    The innocent girl still doesn''t know what will happen.


    With heartbreaking tears, she looked at her most trustworthy father in her mind.


    "Mom..."


    "(sobbing) Lottie..."


    This time.


    The cult who came back with a full load and walked in front suddenly stopped.


    Wipe off the cold rain blocking your sight on your face with your hand, frown and stare at the vague figure under the rain curtain and dim street lamp.


    "Wait, am I dazzled or..."


    "Demon hunter?"


    The evil believer with a scar on his face pulled out his machete and said fiercely, "whoever he is, now this is the territory of the church. Kill him!"


    Three men were left to guard the mother and daughter and the booty.


    The others took out their weapons and walked quickly to the figure under the street lamp not far away.


    However, they didn''t wait for them to walk over.


    Click.


    The sound of shotgun loading suddenly sounded.


    The roaring firelight of the muzzle tore open the night.


    The bodies of the two cultists were like being hit by a car head-on. They burst out a big blood dance and flew out with a dull hum.


    Click.


    The loading sound sounded again.


    The faces of the remaining cult members changed wildly for a time!


    "That bastard has a gun! Run!"


    Time is like a freeze frame at this moment.


    The evil believers who fled in all directions, with their backs to the muzzle of the gun, stopped in a funny posture.


    The destroyer projectile flying out of the gun, wrapped in deadly destructive power, stagnated in the air.


    Time flows.


    Click.


    Boom!


    The sound of angry gunfire.


    It is like a curtain song poured with blood and death when the prelude to a cruel killing is ruthlessly opened.


    Until the last cult member fell in a pool of blood.


    In the rainy night, the murderous horror shadow walked slowly to the mother and daughter who hugged each other and looked terrified.


    Boom——


    Under the pale light of lightning.


    The young mother tightly covered the little girl''s eyes, looked up and looked hopelessly at the man stopped in front of her. Fear and cold made her body tremble and cry, "... I can promise anything you want! Please don''t hurt us, don''t hurt little Lottie..."