The sound of the radio speaker is not very loud.

But the long-term echo in the empty and silent municipal square and the military-controlled areas built around it are particularly harsh.

It's hated.

but.

Everyone present understood.

No matter how passionate the man's speech was, how righteous the words were.

True facing evil.

Face death and pain.

Cole Walker.

Will the powerful witch hunter who was like a comet crossing the night sky and emerged from the sky tell him what he said, even if he dies, he will carry out justice to the end?

Because everyone is afraid of death.

They held their breath and focused.

Looking into the distance with all concentration.

His eyes fell on Cole.

finally.

With their different eyes, Cole took out his hand that was inserted into the pocket of his coat, took a step forward, and walked to the burning skull.

Just approaching.

The cold evil forces, like the pervasive cold wind, tried to invade his spirit, interfere with his consciousness, and devour his soul.

Wait until Cole raises his right hand.

When reaching towards the skull.

At this moment, time seemed to flow extremely slowly.

The hideous evil spirit overflowed the skull, roaring and wailing, turning into a violent wind filled with malicious intentions, echoing over the city of Galway.

The flames of hell gush and burn.

At this moment.

Everyone in Galway felt the tide of darkness, and they rushed from all directions.

It was like being swept across the body with malice and greed.

The unspeakable discomfort and suffocation felt tightly held their souls, their eyes were dizzy and they couldn't breathe.

The hypocritical voice of Gondovic soaked in evil power is full of temptation, like a devil whispering in his ears, mixed with the wailings of the victims, but it is enough for everyone to hear it incredibly clearly.

"Yes, that's it, put your hand on it, grab it, let me hear the pain of your soul burning, let me..."

Speaking of this, Gondovic's voice came to an abrupt end.

even.

The cold and dark forces that permeated the entire city also began to fade away quickly.

Afterwards.

Not only Gondovic, but everyone present saw a shocking scene that would never forget them for life.

I saw Cole grabbing the skull.

The roaring flames of hell turned into evil beasts that chose people to eat, twisted and roared, swallowing him in one mouthful.

However.

Imagination, the scene of the man wailing in pain in the fire did not happen at all, and even after the flame touched his body and soul.

The strange gradually faded.

Until the skull's eye sockets, the last cluster of small flames was unwilling to be spewed out, struggling, unwilling to extinguish them.

At this time.

Cole took out a piece of cigarette that hit the lining pocket, squeezed through, crumpled cigarette, and reached it on top.

Frown and take a deep breath.

The blue smoke rises.

Put the evil-soaked skull into your pocket.

After exhaling a mouthful of smoke and dust, he said coldly, "Is this thing lent to you by Martinus? Unfortunately, only sinners are afraid of the punishment of the fire, Gundovich.

However, this thing is pretty good to use for a cigarette.

Let's do this.

I will give you a chance to spit out all the people you caught, and then I will consider making you die more decent."

"you--!"

"Since you don't want to, I'll go over and get it myself."

While talking.

A broken arrow was held in Cole's hand and exerted a little force.

The palm of the hand was cut.

A thin drop of blood sank into the arrow.

Afterwards.

Recite the opening mantra that Petal explained.

Instantly.

Amid the horrified eyes of everyone.

Like a burst bubble.

A mirrored world, centered on the municipal square, quickly appeared in front of everyone.

As the mirror world continues to spread outward.

Reality and illusion overlap.

Under the bloody light.

Another municipal square is like a mass grave in the war years and is full of corpses.

Corptoes with ferocious faces piled up together.

One tall steel torture after another is superimposed with the tall buildings in the city, with blood stains on it and severe rust, binding people who are about to die.

The ground of the street is also buried by turbid blood mud.

The originally dark winter sky.

A blood moon like a living creature, squirming and hanging on it.

The edge of the city of Galway.

Darkness and nothingness turn into an insurmountable gully, superimposed in the real world.

It seems that if you take a step forward, you will be doomed.

Seeing this strange and magnificent scene with my own eyes, the soldiers and witch hunters stationed in Galway were all in a huge shock.

Can't believe my eyes.

After Cole forced the passage to the Wizard Island, Gondovic was unbelievable, and even ignored his majesty and anger suddenly rang out.

"That damn idiot Petal...Coll Walker! You have to pay the price of bleeding for your arrogance and treason! Execute those little beasts to me!"

The words fell.

I saw a lame man wearing a plain gray coat, a golden crown and a cane standing on an altar overlapping with the city hall.

Grizzly.

It was also at this moment.

The head of the Nord Order who had been wanted by the world for nearly 30 years finally showed his true face in front of the world.

A middle-aged and elderly man with a bad appearance and bald head.

He knew that Petal had revealed the location of the Wizard Island to others, but unexpectedly, the gambling man not only told Cole the location of the Wizard Island, but also handed him the complete opening spell.

To prevent this from happening.

He planted a curse of exhaustion for everyone who knew the location of the Wizard Island.

Once they confess information about the Wizard Island to others, the power of the curse will digest their throats, tongues and brains.

even.
To be continued...