Boom——


    The thunder exploded.


    A minute ago, the cult members who shouted and waved their teeth and claws in an attempt to kill Cole.


    Like a lost dog.


    His expression was so frightened that he retreated and dispersed one after another.


    The wizard in the distance looked startled and stared at the bloody demon hunter.


    Under the dim street lamp.


    A pile of bodies.


    The scarlet blood mixed with the freezing rain dripped down his coat and face.


    They can''t imagine.


    The figure standing in the center of death and blood, what powerful strength does it need to achieve this.


    Like a god of killing.


    Cole''s left hand held a female cult by the neck and held her up in the air.


    The evil believers around him were afraid and didn''t dare to come forward.


    Finally.


    The demon hunter, who could not see his face clearly in the dark and had bloody means, said his first words when he came here.


    The tone is cruel.


    "If one of you can live, remember to go back and tell gandovich that I will keep my promise, cut off his head and put it in the toilet."


    The voice fell.


    The blood flame burning long knife recklessly pierced the heart of the female cult.


    Draw a knife.


    Kick her body open.


    It''s also at this moment.


    The evil spirit tortured by fear for thousands of years emerged around Cole.


    Like a witch''s evil spirit coat.


    Ferocious face, roar, twist.


    Spread and gather on the bloody long knife.


    Invisible breath.


    Blow the rain.


    Cole held it in his hand. The original simple weapon turned into a black and gray whole body. The blade was wound with countless undead enemies, and the blade was seriously damaged.


    The system prompt sounds suddenly.


    "You killed 51 cultists. Your long sword absorbed a lot of fear from the dead colleagues. The conditions for the first opening of the blade of fear have been met."


    "In the current scenario, the blade of fear will not disappear until the last person with fear dies. The more people are afraid of you, the more powerful the blade of fear will be."


    "Hostile humans who look directly at the blade of fear and any dark creature with material entity and soul will cause soul lethal effect after passing the judgment."


    The cold mechanical synthesis stopped suddenly.


    Unspeakable fear is like the erosion of the soul by darkness.


    After the appearance of the long knife symbolizing death and abuse.


    Bit by bit, it penetrated into the soul and consciousness of everyone who witnessed this weapon.


    The strange silence spread wildly in depression and silence.


    Not just ordinary heretics.


    All those who witnessed this evil weapon, wizards, citizens of Golden Harbor


    The fear buried in their hearts was dug out of the deepest memory, like the erosion of the devil, eating away their reason and soul.


    Until a short and strong evil believer with round eyes, stopped his heart and fell straight into the dirty and bloody water.


    There were screams of horror.


    Cultists may fall to the ground and tremble like chaff.


    Or they ran crazy to the distance, but their weak knees made them fall in the mud again and again and cry.


    Unfortunately, none of this can stop the arrival of death.


    Like a ruthless executioner who kills livestock.


    Hand up and knife down.


    Even if the other party kneels down to beg for mercy and uses various reasons to justify survival, Cole''s expression remains unchanged, cruel and indifferent.


    I can''t even hear the wailing of the dead.


    Only splashed plasma and frightened face.


    Far away.


    The wizards who were also deterred by the blade of fear stayed where they were.


    Feed on mortal souls.


    Their souls have been strengthened many times by Saman''s crown, although they will not lose their reason like ordinary evil believers, and even die suddenly in fear.


    But I couldn''t help retreating.


    Their most powerful means.


    The wizard''s great power built by supernatural evil forces can''t kill him.


    The demon hunter.


    They can''t handle it at all!


    Can''t dignify the spirit to build a spell, and even can''t afford to resist at all.


    Until one of them, staring at the fear blade of blood flame burning, echoed for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted unbelievably, "blood flame... He... He is Cole Walker! I remember! He is the Lord Pope, the demon hunter who named him to die!"


    "Cole walker?!"


    Both sides are the biggest rivals.


    This familiar name is almost familiar to all members of the Nord order.


    Walking gold, extraordinary power, transcendent high position.


    Kill him and bring his head to the adult. What awaits them will be the huge wealth and power under one person.


    However.


    Usually, just hearing this name can make them excited, like the name of wealth and power at hand.


    But at this moment, he has become the God of death, the butcher and executioner of all sources of fear!


    Kill him?


    no


    Now there is only one thing in the minds of these wizards: Escape!


    That''s the instinctive fear of sinners when they encounter the executioner of hell, and the extreme horror of prey bumping into natural enemies!


    In the eyes.


    One colleague after another was violently executed by the man.


    Like a butcher walking into a pig farm.


    There is no mercy or mercy.


    Far away.


    Golden Harbor citizens who also witnessed all this.


    The fear and despair in his eyes were infected by Cole''s actions and gradually changed into a burning flame of anger.


    The demon hunter who came here alone fought endlessly.


    Why should they stand idly by and ridiculously sit in place waiting for rescue at the moment when freedom and victory are coming?


    The infection of courage and hope is even more violent than despair and numbness.


    When the first strong man picked up the stones on the ground and touched behind a cult supervisor who was unable to extricate himself from fear, he glared angrily, raised his hands and roared, "die for me! You scum!"


    For a moment.


    Completely immersed in fear and shock, the cult left next to the slave team was taken by surprise.


    A team of six supervisors.


    In an instant, he was completely submerged by the angry crowd.


    Stones, sticks, irons


    All the things that could be used as weapons were picked up by them, turned into accumulated anger, and frantically hit the body of evil believers!


    The other seven wizards saw something wrong.


    Their trembling faces and souls can''t concentrate on building spells. They don''t care about the faces of their wizards and the punishment after they escape.


    Drop your whip and run.


    Unfortunately, it''s too late to run at this time.


    The angry crowd surrounded them.


    It didn''t even need Cole''s hands. All kinds of weapons greeted them. All the cults were knocked down on the ground in an instant, begging madly and crying bitterly.