At that moment.


    The fury of purgatory windbreaker is burning.


    The power of the archangel captured from St. Michael turned into the wings of the Avenging Angel composed of the flames of hell.


    Push Cole''s body.


    With an unstoppable arrogance, he came to St. Michael.


    He could not believe that in his frightened eyes when facing death for the first time, he only had time to make an earth shaking scream.


    The wings of the angel of death run through his heart.


    Activate the secret Branch II by activating the power of sequence arcane. The power of rage is like magma collapsing in Cole''s blood vessels.


    Make a fist with your right hand.


    At the last second of Nirvana''s anger, he used the last strength of his whole body to beat St. Michael, the archangel, fiercely.


    Boom——


    The powerful impact force set off a huge sonic boom cloud in the rainstorm.


    Saint Michael''s body, like a meteorite falling from the sky, crossed a pale tail flame caused by a sonic boom in the rain and hit the earth hard.


    Plow out a huge gully that spread for a kilometer, hit a boulder in the wilderness, hemoptysis and dying.


    Until death.


    I still can''t believe that he, Archangel Saint Michael, will fall because of a mortal.


    After Cole landed.


    The flame of purgatory windbreaker gradually extinguished.


    Standing in the rain, tens of thousands of people all looked at the controversial man with a complex look.


    Ignore their gaze.


    Cole took out a cigarette, lit it, put his hands in his coat pocket and walked in the direction where St. Michael fell.


    Everyone looked at each other.


    The only photographer who recorded the battle of killing God slapped the camera hard, but found that the picture could not be restored anyway.


    It''s like being deliberately erased by some more powerful force.


    This time.


    Senior detective rob, looking at the two FBI agents, dragged his tired and painful body, like the first follower of the prophet in Exodus.


    He stepped behind Cole and walked away.


    After him.


    More and more people joined the team.


    Trying to witness the fall of a holy angel is enough to destroy their lifelong faith... Or reconstruct their perception of the world.


    If mortals can kill gods.


    What are their beliefs and dependence on heaven and their fear of hell?


    A complete scam?


    On the way.


    A TV helicopter roared over the heads of the people.


    The live reporter, facing the camera, spoke very fast to explain the situation on the scene and the pilgrims.


    Until a strange angel like creature appeared in the camera.


    The reporter held his forehead, opened his eyes, and said in great shock, "God... What do I see?!"


    However.


    What shocked him even more was.


    This is a great pilgrimage to angels in the hearts of believers who watch the broadcast all over the country.


    Until the man in the head stepped on the angel''s chest with muddy shoes.


    At this moment.


    All the believers sitting in front of the TV set covered their mouths, got up and shouted with incredible horror.


    Even the first reporter who arrived for the live broadcast was too frightened to speak by the man''s unusual behavior.


    This is in the United States.


    The kingdom of the Christian world.


    With such a blasphemous act, wouldn''t he worry about being burned to death by the passionate believers?!


    What surprised him and the audience all over the country most was that no one stood up to stop the huge "pilgrimage" team following him.


    After organizing the language.


    The reporter spoke his thoughts to the camera very carefully.


    "... does this matter have anything to do with the previous terrible natural disaster?"


    Cole doesn''t care what others think.


    Step on the chest of St. Michael.


    The big hole in the heart is full of blood.


    The earth, which was supposed to be full of vitality and was originally submerged by the blood of angels, suddenly withered and died.


    Cole took it out. At noon, he bowed down and aimed at the dying St. Michael.


    The archangel, after being pierced into his heart by the wings of the angel of death, still maintained part of his vitality, did not die on the spot, and his divinity had been swallowed up by the bone dagger.


    What remains is only a degenerate body very similar to the nature of evil spirits.


    He is extremely weak.


    Facing the black muzzle and the trampled insult, he tried to resist, but he vomited blood and couldn''t say a word.


    In this short moment.


    The God killer collided with the eyes of the archangel.


    Cole''s face was expressionless, ignoring the other party''s attempt to convey to him, pulled the trigger.


    It was noon, and the roar of gunfire rang through the world.


    The Fallen Angel body of St. Michael turned into nothingness above his neck.


    Finish all this.


    Turning around, he faced two FBI agents and said expressionless, "agent, I always keep my word. Now, you can arrest me."


    The young detective, facing the frightening Cole, stepped back, looked alert, and subconsciously touched the holster.


    But was stopped by an older agent.


    Looking back, he looked at the different eyes of the people, frowned slightly, went to the front and said to Cole, "cole walker, would you rather suffer our... No, the unfair judgment of mortals than bow your head in front of God?"


    It was noon and disappeared into Cole''s hands.


    Spit out the muddy smoke and frown, "I''m only responsible for the lives of innocent people who died in supernatural events, agent.


    The rest is out of my control. "


    After understanding the meaning of Cole''s words.


    Agent, take a deep breath.


    Maybe infected by Cole''s spirit of death.


    Perhaps, I admire his strong attitude of contempt for death, facing heaven and hell, killing gods and pursuing human justice.


    Evan Thompson, very seriously said, "you go. Even if you''re dismissed, I''ll find a way to clear your name."


    According to senior detective Rob''s previous temper, he will speak out to stop him in case of insufficient evidence.


    Now?


    But he understood one thing.


    How could a man who did not change his face in the face of heaven''s trial, paid for his blood with blood, did not hesitate to bear the name of blasphemer, and sought justice for the lives of four police officers who died on duty, try his best to escape the charges like ordinary criminals.


    and...


    His last words were already suggesting that there was someone else who was the real murderer of the case.


    Think of it here.


    Nodding slightly to Cole, he interrupted, "I''ll find out the truth about the motel case. You... Let''s go."


    Say it.


    He turned around without hesitation, put into work as usual, and began to call for support to evacuate the citizens here.


    Far away.


    Coast guard military helicopters appeared on the horizon.


    When Cole was ready to leave through the holographic map.


    The system prompts the sound to start.


    "The hunt is over."


    "The killing of St. Michael shocked heaven and hell. Now they are finally afraid of you, demon hunter."


    "Reward: it''s noon. God killer."