Strongest Demon Hunter of All-Heavens

Perhaps the blood-reeking qi field.

Maybe devil's lifelong enemy.

The moment Cole stepped into the blasphemy church.

Blow the candlelight in an invisible imposing manner.

The walls and the ground, the shaking shadows, resemble thousands of souls wailing in the torment of hell.

The sudden wind is like the roar of hell devil.

As if to say,'You! demon-hunter Cole · Walker! How dare you set foot on my territory! '

Seven high-ranking cultists and accompanying congregation.

They were eroded by darkness, full of malicious and dead eyes, and cast their eyes on him one after another.

Throw away the cigarette butts.

Cole glanced across the church.

Are there only seventeen people?

Father Maki and Hal should be old acquaintances.

After the weird silence after the first meeting between the two parties.

He got up and walked towards Cole, waved his hand, his stiff expression and sluggish eyes, penetrating like a wooden sculpture, said, "Hal, do you have any new progress in the matter we are investigating?"

Cole said, "The guy we killed was a demon-hunter, not a federal agent."

"Demon-hunter? What is that."

Cole did not answer.

Then the priest asked the nun-like girl to bring a new set of uniforms and hand it to Cole.

Reluctantly, he can even use the action of squeezing to describe his smiling face.

Extend the hand said, "Join us, Hal, and pay tribute to the coming of the Father. The eternal world is close to us."

I have to say.

Change to an ordinary person and witness the dark ceremony of the cult.

In this weird atmosphere and full of malicious gaze.

Because of panic, you will gradually lose your senses, and then be taken advantage of by cultists and dominate your thoughts.

It's a pity that Cole is standing here.

A demon-hunter who not only won't be scared, but also wants to punch these old gods and sticks in the face and hit them screaming.

He has no expression on his face.

Receive the teaching uniform from the nun and walk towards ceremony.

The previous conversation between the two.

Others not far away can hear it.

The Dahran brothers, who are very similar in appearance, have an aquiline nose, and candlelight casts a depraved shadow on their faces.

"demon-hunter? It's the first time I heard of this kind of thing."

"hmph, even if he is from the FBI, he can't stop our great plan "

Standing across from them, the city police chief, a middle-aged man with half of his face covered by a cocked hat, he snered and said, "No matter who it is, come to the area of ​​Springwood City, With me here, he will never want to leave alive.

I submitted a support application to SWAT yesterday, but fortunately you killed the act recklessly rat in advance.

hmph !

We follow our father’s footsteps, how can stupid mortals stop us."

Slightly paused.

He turned to face Cole, opened his arms, and said solemnly, "Hal Bach, are you willing to join us, serve the immortal father, hold on to eternal life, and teach the ignorance of the world?"

So.

Is this an invitation?

For immortality teaching.

The addition of an immortal priest is one of the most solemn celebrations.

When the Secretary General sent an invitation.

Everyone looked towards Cole with a serious face.

The girl standing next to him, with her arms folded in front of her, her eyes full of yearning and enthusiasm.

At this moment.

It seems that Cole, who is about to become an immortal priest, can use some indescribable method to bring her redemption and immortality.

Cole walked slowly in front of him and threw away the uniform in his hand.

next moment.

The chief director, immortal priest, frowned, with an angry voice, reprimanded, "Hal Bach, why throw away the theocracy that the father has given you?"

fall.

Other cultists have moved closer to Cole.

With a stiff expression and sluggishness, he stared straight at him, as if he wanted to use this threatening method to force him to agree.

Cole smiled suddenly, and the moment the Hidden Blade popped out, he furiously said, "Should I add you!"

The sharp blade struck his neck in an instant.

Two strands of blood sprayed from the broken neck.

Sir, whose head was chopped off, the frowning expression remained on his face until he died.

Get rid of the first senior immortal church.

At the same time that all the cultists in the church were in shock.

Draw the gun, turn around, and pull the trigger.

peng peng peng!

Three bullets came out.

The three of them fell to the ground when they hit the foreheads of Dalang brother and Haruki City Judge.

The girl who was looking forward to Cole before screamed and ran away.

Other cultists saw that the situation was far from good and fled out one after another.

The guard who heard the gunfire also started to move, and moved towards the church quickly moved closer.

"Hal! Are you crazy?!"

Fr. Macky opened his mouth and took two steps back, his expression terrified.

Cole takes off the mask.

Pointed a gun at his face and said blankly, "It's not Hal, it's me, old bastard."

"You!"

After Cole was killed on the spot, the senior eternal life teacher got his photo.

Seeing the investigator who had been pulled into the morgue, he appeared in front of them again and again.

The Mayor and Justice Noah of Springwood City took a few steps back, no longer the tough imposing manner that forced the'Sergeant Hal' to join them.

Exclaimed.

"This is impossible! I saw your body being transported to the hospital morgue, why..."

It is never Cole's style to talk nonsense with cultists.

Pull the trigger.

Two shots to kill the mayor and judge.

When he was about to get Death God father Mackey, the guards outside jumped in.

da da da ——

There are not many guards, only four.

But the firepower of the carbine is fierce enough.

Two of them rushed to the priest to cover his retreat, and the other two shot wildly, trying to kill Cole who was running towards them.

It is a pity that the space of the church is relatively wild and too small.

Only need to pay the price of a shot in the shoulder, Cole, like a ghost assassin, rushed to him in the guard's unbelievable gaze.

Same as the cool assassination scene in the Assassin Creed.

Leap up.

The moment the Hidden Blade pierced his neck, he stepped on him and landed.

Before his death, the cultist who was still holding on to the trigger accurately beat his teammates, lifted the brains of his colleagues, and broke the priest's leg by the way.

Pull out the sleeve sword.

Cole lifted the cultist who was only a breath away and hit the other two guards at the door, and then used the last two remaining in the justice trial to penetrate their heads.

Replace the last magazine.

Take the carbine that the guard fell on the ground, aim it at the escaped cultist, and chase out the door and pull the trigger.

The muzzle of the automatic rifle, the fiery snake, danced in the dark.

Cultists one after another were shot and fell into a pool of blood.

It wasn't until the bullet of the carbine was lighted that Cole returned to the priest and violently kicked his neck.

Then picked up the carbine with bullets at the door, went out and started dealing with a fish that escaped the net.

Among them is a cult girl who was pierced by a bullet in her shoulder and calf, lying on the ground and howling in pain.

With those seemingly innocent eyes, look straight at Cole, begging to let her go.

Perhaps she thinks she can escape by virtue of her age and appearance.

At least the guy who is more terrifying than Freddy will hesitate, and then discuss with her why he joined the Immortal Cult, and may even put her a yard for it.

Crack.

The sound of empty bullets was particularly harsh after Cole pulled the trigger on her.

The joy of avoiding a catastrophe, so much so that the girl smiled involuntarily, and moved away while begging, "I'm nineteen years old this year, sir, looking at... Ah— —!"

In order to save bullets.

Cole picked up her hair, her expression was not moved by pleading, as if slaughtering an animal, the Hidden Blade pierced into the heart mercilessly.

Then let go.

Turned around and walked two steps towards the church.

Stop.

Fuck a cigarette in his pocket.

Frowning, bowing, lighting.

Put the bag in one hand, and scratch the sideburns with the hand that holds the cigarette.

"Call..."