The freezing rain is fine.


    The bitter cold is like the sin and darkness soaked in the soul.


    The breath of silence builds silence in the cold fog.


    A pair of hate eyes, bloodthirsty, fanatical.


    until.


    A tall figure, with a knife in the right hand and a gun in the left hand, came out of the shadow of the room and appeared in front of them.


    The cold rain beat his cold face.


    Cruel and ruthless eyes, such as a beheader to kill sinners, and a dirty man''s neck.


    A man and a woman.


    One left and one right.


    On his side.


    Silent depression, telling the fear before death.


    Hardy grinned and raised his right hand. The tusk dagger ran through the palm.


    The power of the secret of the slaughter sequence turned into a twisted and rolling blood connection, like a complex root system, quickly spread on the surface of his body.


    The tusk dagger degenerated in the cocoon and pupa formed by blood and turned into a ferocious meat cutter with terrible shape and huge, such as blood, flesh and broken bones.


    He spit out his cigarette.


    The blue smoke filled his mouth and nose. He grinned and said coldly, "is anyone looking for us?"


    A moment''s stupor.


    The priest standing in the outermost part, a bent, wrinkled old woman holding a Human Skull Witch staff, changed her complexion, pointed to the three kors and screamed with her ugly broken Gong voice, "brave and fearless soldiers! Kill those foreigners -!


    The Supreme God will give you eternal salvation! "


    Her voice.


    It deeply stimulates the nerves of every cult.


    Like a large dose of stimulant.


    After the first cult member threw down his booty and roared hysterically on his back.


    More than twenty people.


    Like an ant colony, holding all kinds of cold weapons.


    The canthus is about to crack, and the saliva is flying around the roaring corners of the mouth.


    Fierce and fearless to kill the three!


    The rain kept falling.


    There is no slogan of fearless death for glory.


    There is no fierce conflict of foul language.


    A dead and depressed village.


    Roar, scream, and die.


    The corpse fell into the mud and made a unique cruel sound.


    Blood splashed and flowed.


    Dark red flooded the earth.


    Ethan hid by the bed and held Claudia and Joran tightly.


    Fighting and screams came from outside.


    Every time, it will stir up his fragile nerves and make his eyelids jump wildly.


    The young boy, holding his brother''s arm, buried his face in his arms and trembled.


    Claudia''s immature eyes on the world, fearing through the dirty window, clutching Ethan''s clothes with her small hands.


    She doesn''t understand.


    Why do people always kill each other.


    The wailing and blood of the passing of life turned into a death lament that shocked the young heart, which was deeply branded in her soul.


    Short.


    But a minute as long as eternity.


    There were more than twenty heretics, only the last living man, trembling with a ridiculous short knife, guarding in front of the priest.


    Hardy leaned over and stepped on the chest of the weak cult with his right foot before he died.


    Pull out the meat cutter.


    The uneven cutting edge brings out the big beach scarlet and flesh fragments.


    In extreme pain.


    The mouth and nose of the cult were submerged in black blood, and their limbs twitched until they were stiff. Their round eyes were full of unwilling before death.


    Vera held a woman''s neck in her right hand and put it against the wall.


    A neck with a huge gap.


    Blood flowed.


    The power of plundering the secret arts is like a greedy hell animal, wriggling her skin and flesh and eating away at a woman''s life.


    later.


    Vera had terrible scars on her left arm and even on her cheek.


    Like a living creature swimming under the skin, it eats the deteriorated scars and grows new skin and flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye until it recovers.


    As a price.


    The evil believer whose neck was cut by the female demon hunter gradually loosed his eyes, and his full body and flesh became shriveled and withered.


    Now.


    There are only a dozen villagers in this village.


    Or keep your posture and sit in the mud.


    Or show extreme fear, lean against the wall and shortness of breath.


    In their eyes, the original bloody trial against foreigners turned into a pure unilateral massacre against the warriors of God in a short moment.


    Cold weapon collision.


    Scream, death.


    The sensual impact of blood and flesh and slaughter is far more than the treacherous evil that erodes the human soul, and the overwhelming crushing death of supernatural forces.


    More shocking.


    Cole held a long knife in his hand.


    The last drop of blood, mixed with the freezing rain, fell on the tip of the knife.


    The ruthless eyes looked straight at the frightened evil believers, walked, the hard soled riding boots trampled on the puddles, and the blood splashed.


    Death is approaching.


    The cultist was breathless, clenched his knife and roared like a prisoner''s last fight and rushed to Cole.


    Cold weapon collision.


    The sound is clear and solemn.


    With great power, he tore the tiger''s mouth of the evil cult holding the knife, and the short knife flew out and fell into the mud.


    Heart piercing pain.


    Disturb his thoughts.


    Cover the wound on your right hand. The scream just sounded.


    The long knife has penetrated the throat.


    Blood soared.


    Cole kicked away the body of the cult and stopped in front of the low and bent priest with his eyes down.


    Lack of emotional fluctuations.


    Echoed in the dead village.


    Every villager who heard this was shocked for a moment!


    "Shepherd, tell your master that if he doesn''t want to leave the world, I will help him myself."


    The old priest put his hands on the wand and raised his head.


    The cloudy and gray pupils looked directly into Cole''s eyes.


    In his long life, he came into contact with many Empire demon hunters who didn''t know how to live or die, tried to sneak into hedelia to investigate, and personally dealt with the blasphemers they installed in the town.


    But she''ll never think of it.


    one day.


    I will meet such a demon hunter who threatens the great gods and is arrogant to the extreme!


    even to the extent that.


    Compared with the previous secret and low-key, sneaking investigation.


    The man standing in front of her completely stepped on the great gods and the face of the Hadrian order... No, his actions, his words, his arrogance and domineering, can''t be described in words!


    The throat is dry and itchy.


    It seems to stick together.


    The ugly and deformed priest looked shocked, far more than any moment in her hundred years of life.


    It was as if an evil god whispered in her ear.


    Step back.


    Open your eyes and mouth, "you..."


    I haven''t finished yet.


    The long knife penetrated her eyes ferociously.


    The muddy blood soaked in evil splashed on Cole''s cruel face.


    Draw a knife.


    The priest lay on his back, collapsed in a pool of blood, twitched twice, and there was no movement.


    Finish all this.


    Cole''s long knife disappeared.


    Ignore the fine freezing rain.


    Take out a cigarette, take a deep breath under the criminal verdict.


    Turn around.


    Looking directly at the woman who covered her body with clothes and looked frightened and reported them and Ethan earlier, she said indifferently, "you, take us to hedelia."