One minute later.

Vera grabbed a cultist's hair and pulled it to Cole's feet.

"Let me go! Let go...the witch hunter! Your stupidity and ignorance will be...ah--"

The girl kicked her hard in the face.

Bent over and take off your hood.

He showed a fair and pretty face below, but was extremely frightened.

"How did you...how did you come in?"

Vera grabbed her collar hard and warned, "I ask, answer, I'll smash one of your teeth with just a word of nonsense, do you understand?"

The cultist looked up, his uneasy eyes swept across the faces of Cole and Chin, his body shrank and nodded.

"What's your name? What's this place?"

“Lania.

Here is...yes..."

Seeing her eyes dodging, she was unwilling to answer positively.

The girl smiled.

He grabbed the hand of the collar and stood up in the cult's puzzled gaze.

He kicked her hard in the face.

"Ah-my nose...um-"

He pressed the cultist's neck with his knee, pinched her mouth with his left hand, and Vera pinched a front teeth with the finger of her right hand, her expression was fierce, and she yelled.

In Rania's painful wail.

He pulled a broken tooth and put it in the palm of his hand, pulled her face in front of her teeth, and smiled, "Look, I do what I say, a lie, a tooth."

Turn around and throw the bloody teeth to Qien.

The shy young man who has never been very good at fighting was busy catching his teeth.

He glanced at Cole who was standing beside him and said helplessly, "Vera's behavior is becoming more and more like you, Captain Cole."

If you don't die in silence, you will burst out in silence.

Obviously.

The encounter in Newcastle City, with the subtle influence of Cole, accidentally opened up some strange attributes buried deep in Vera's heart.

A violent interrogation.

After getting what he wanted, Vera's face pierced the cult's neck with a expressionless sword, allowing her to fall into a pool of blood, rolling and struggling wildly.

Turning around, exhaling a breath of turbid air, he said, "What should I do next?"

Chien threw away his blood-stained teeth, pondered for a moment, and frowned, "It was abandoned four days ago... Are we late?"

According to the confession of the cultist Rania, the three of them accelerated their pace and walked to the altar where the sect handled the residents.

The situation on the scene can only be described as hell on earth.

One after another, the soul was drained, and the corpses with ferocious faces were piled up on the ground like garbage.

The huge altar built by human bones is covered with thick plasma, exuding a breathtaking evil charm, like a devil whispering in his ears.

However.

What's even more strange is that it has been four days since the Black Fruit Town was dragged into the holy artifact.

The piles of corpses piled up into mountains showed no signs of decay and death, and the sticky plasma on the altar did not solidify.

even.

Under the gaze of Cole and the other two, the two cultists locked the already completely crazy residents with iron chains and sent them one by one to the altar.

Submerged by plasma.

The souls that were pumped out, like white smoke, made silent hiss and howls, leaving their bodies, were swallowed by shackles hanging at the highest point, greedily.

It is like a huge evil beast swallowing fresh human beings.

When chewing the soul, the sound of broken bones and broken tendons interweaving with flesh and blood is creepy.

"This group of bastards..."

We have witnessed so many innocent people who were slaughtered like livestock by the Nordic Order for their own selfish interests and robbed their souls.

Vera snatched the gun from Chin's hand, and her originally beautiful face was fierce and furious.

Pull the trigger.

One cult fell to the ground when he was shot, and the other threw down the chain and ran away.

"stop!"

When he was about to chase after him and finish the fight, Chien hurriedly grabbed him, "Villa! You can't go!"

"Let me go! I want to kill those two..."

Bang!

The deafening gunfire interrupted their dispute.

The cultist's spiritual cover and brain flew out in response, fell to the ground, and there was no movement.

Afterwards.

Cole aimed his muzzle at the shackles hanging from the height of the altar.

The moment he pulled the trigger.

even.

The blood-stained bullets had flew out of the chamber.

In this extremely short moment.

A big hand suddenly stretched out nothingness and took it away before the shackles were destroyed by bullets.

Afterwards.

A sound suddenly sounded over the town.

"Cole Walker."

Like a first meeting with an elegant and well-informed gentleman.

Pronounce the tone of Cole's name.

It is gentle, ups and downs, making people feel good about it.

Vera looked around with vigilance, holding the one-handed crossbow tightly in her right hand, ready to fight at any time.

Chien frowned after hearing this voice.

Cole let go of justice judgment.

Put your left hand into your pocket and take out a cigarette from the cigarette box.

Light and frown.

Take a deep breath and said coldly, "Sir, the Pope of the Nord Order, so many people are looking for you, and after so many years, I thought you lived with the rats in the sewer."

but.

Faced with Cole's sarcasm, the man's voice did not change at all.

"You can call me Mr. Gundovitch Nord, and... I wanted to talk to you many days ago."

When Vera and Chin heard his claim.

His expression was shocked for a moment!

As Cole said, witch hunters and government organizations from all over the world have captured the leader of this most powerful cult organization.

I've been looking for him for a full thirty years.

No one knows what he looks like.

No one knows his name.

Even...the personnel investigating the Nord Order once doubted whether there was a Pope, such a person who held all the power of the Order.

A wisp of white smoke slowly rose.

“Speak?”

Cole smiled, scratched his sideburns with his cigarette hand, and said, “Do you want to talk about how I cut off your dog’s head and then put it in?

What do you think of the toilet?"

Obviously.
To be continued...