The blood marks on Hardy''s body gradually subsided.


    Frown.


    Looking around, he said loudly, "do you look good? Get back home! Shit..."


    Vera stood in the rain.


    His long, sticky, cold hair hung in front of him, and he was quite distracted.


    There were two withered bodies at his feet.


    Speechless staring into Cole''s eyes, his face was very white, and his hands clenched tightly.


    As a demon hunter who walks on the edge of death and relies on faith to fight against the dark world.


    She can kill cultists without expression.


    But he can''t accept his behavior of absorbing human life and blood like dark creatures.


    This is depravity.


    It is also a very dangerous signal.


    Especially after the dark crow witch incident.


    however.


    Compared with the sudden flood of the virgin heart.


    A young and beautiful girl, who should have enjoyed a drunken material life in the imperial capital and loved by the opposite sex, struggled to fade the weak appearance of the gold of the consortium and change to a professional demon hunter. The road of growth was always full of hardships and doubts.


    Hardy''s eyes swept over the two bodies at Vera''s feet.


    The little man who likes to talk dirty and run the train is surprisingly not joking, but frowning tightly.


    In his opinion.


    A weak minded demon hunter is easy to gradually indulge in his own power under the influence of some imperceptible and ubiquitous evil forces.


    The same sequence as vampires.


    Vera is not the only one who feels dangerous.


    Even the little man who joked a few hours ago thought that such an evil force had to be used as a last resort.


    This time.


    No one found it.


    Lying in a pool of blood, the priest, who had lost signs of life, was gray and lost his focus pupil, staring at Cole''s back.


    Sweep the body and soul of hardy and Vera.


    When Ethan appeared carefully at the door and looked at the bodies everywhere in horror.


    Invisible evil power.


    Overflow the flesh and blood of the dead priest.


    Like terror tentacles from the abyss, madness spread in the village.


    Wrap the house.


    Corrode the land.


    Wanton occupation of mortal souls.


    This is also the moment.


    Like the ancient evil sound from hundreds of millions of years ago, it suddenly sounded in Cole''s ear.


    A dull, distant voice.


    Wrapped in endless dark forces, it turns into a hidden tide, washing Cole''s soul and will.


    even to the extent that.


    This unparalleled powerful evil exists, which arrogantly shields all perceptions of the seventh vision.


    Drag the demon hunter who speaks wildly and is fearless of life and death into the abyss of darkness and madness that ordinary people can never imagine.


    Time loses its meaning.


    The space is disordered.


    In the perception of chaos, Cole suddenly found that he was standing on the edge of a terrible abyss that could devour the world.


    Stinking dark red blood.


    Wrapped in countless, howling evil souls.


    Turned into a towering Hukou waterfall, at his feet, pouring into the endless abyss.


    Suddenly.


    Dense eyeballs opened one after another and emerged at the bottom of the abyss, staring at Cole''s soul and will.


    The ancient voice of evil.


    Like the souls of thousands of sinners whispering in their ears.


    "I''ve never seen a mortal soul so powerful... Cole walker, is that the source of your courage to provoke me?


    Ha ha... "


    Cole knows.


    All he sees now is an illusion.


    But it can be so easy to invade his perception without his awareness


    Exhale a mouthful of muddy smoke.


    Put your left hand into the pocket of your coat.


    Cole said coldly, "we meet again, devil."


    "Well... Are you not afraid of me?"


    The devil''s voice is very elegant and easy-going.


    It can even be described as an extremely pleasant strange magic sound, which is enough to easily pollute the human mind.


    Holding a cigarette in his right hand, Cole frowned. "Every bastard like you thinks I should be afraid of them, but guess what happened later?"


    The eyes crowded together in the abyss suddenly sent out an irregular rotation.


    A terrible scene.


    Enough to make any mortal completely lose his mind at this moment.


    Or.


    When evil forces invade consciousness.


    A dialogue between you and the devil who manipulates all this, even every time you look at each other, is a direct confrontation between will and soul power.


    The devil of failure can make a comeback.


    Have plenty of time to plan again.


    But mankind has only one chance.


    Failure means that your body and soul will gradually be occupied and become the carrier and container of evil forces.


    Real name.


    Even the demon God of hell, whose power is still unknown, gave a strange laugh and said, "just like the fool Martinus, are there many?


    I know you have the power to kill gods, demon hunter.


    But your life, compared with me, is a candle in the vast sea of fire.


    My existence.


    It''s you, the highest field that little human beings can''t step into and touch in their life.


    A hundred years later, I am still eternal, and you will only buy the tomb, and the soul will become my plaything, so... "


    Cole gazed down into the abyss with dense eyeballs.


    Ignore the consequences that falling may lead to no burial place.


    Step forward and step out.


    But strangely suspended in the air.


    "So, you''re going to say, can I submit to you, right?"


    The devil laughed, "of course! Powerful human, if you are willing to cooperate with me, it is easy to seize the world!"


    After a silence.


    Cole frowned, threw away his cigarette butt and stamped it out with his foot.


    Then he smiled, raised two middle fingers to the existence in the abyss and said, "fuck you."


    In an instant.


    A world of illusory power.


    Twisted and collapsed under the extreme roar of devil''s anger!


    Its voice is no longer elegant and easygoing, but becomes particularly sharp, like two pieces of glass rubbing together, making people''s eardrums hurt.


    "Cole Walker! You''ll regret it! You''ll..."


    Suddenly.


    All sounds and hallucinations subsided.


    He was still standing in the cold rain.


    The extinguished cigarette end floats on the surface of the puddle.


    without doubt.


    This confrontation between will and soul.


    Cole won.


    And... The other side lost so much that he finally became incompetent and angry.


    It''s an extremely greedy for the ownership of the demon hunter''s soul, but you can only watch it slip through its fingers... Compared with sneaking away, you may spit on its face, then turn around, kick open its door with a very rude foot, and finally walk away.


    Even if you leave.


    Cole didn''t forget to give him a friendly greeting.


    Hardy and Vera.


    More or less, it was invaded by evil forces.


    The little man is fine.


    After the dark power of hell demon God subsided, he just frowned, smoked fiercely and cursed.


    Vera suddenly softened her knees and fell to the ground, pale and panting.


    Look at yourself reflected in the puddle.


    His expression gradually calmed down.


    get up.


    Shaking off the cold muddy water on his hand, he took a look at Cole and said coldly, "it seems that the master of hedelia doesn''t welcome us very much, captain."