Rock looked at Carrie looking up, and in the confusion, then rekindled his angry eyes and smiled.

How fresh.

Back then, it was not only the New Orleans area that wanted to judge the witches. I am afraid that except for the radiation network of the East, the rest of the witch trial was held.

"New York……"

Carrie muttered about the Church of Dolan, and then said, "Where?"

Locke said, "No hurry, after I go back, I will take you there. If you have any grudges, you will get revenge."

To put it bluntly, isn’t it just because the Salem witches are not adults now, so they bully the Salem witches in various ways, but it is obvious that Carrie plans to support the Salem witches.

so……

Facing Carrie and Dolan Church, it is not a problem for who Locke will help.

Locke has always helped his parents not to help him, not to mention that the Doran Church has no reason at all about the witch.

You say that a witch is guilty?

Who are you?

More powerful than the Wushuang Assassin?

Locke thought of the Godfather Dolan who was so arrogant at the New York Police Department and even sneered.

Just as I was about to speak.

Next second.

However, Carrie flashed her lively eyes and threw herself into his arms, then burst into tears.

Locke was slightly stunned, looking at Carrie, who was not crying for herself, but crying for the corpses of Lake Leri and crying sadly, couldn't help but sigh.

Dingdong!

“Huh?”

Rock looked at Carrie who was crying in her arms, took out her cell phone, looked at the text message Gwen sent again, smiled, edited a text message, and after returning it, put away her cell phone again, and looked at Carrie who was sad.

You can't live if you commit sins.

Doran Church, wash your neck, and for my dark head to stop being sad, you should die.

Lock stared at Carrie sobbing in her arms, comforting Carrie, while thinking in her heart.

At this moment, after getting off the plane, the twelve descendants of the Dolan Church Crusaders and the two Merlin Hunters who were originally suffering were finally no longer walking eleven times, but finally found a large van that could load all fourteen of them in one breath.

"Damn it."

A descendant of the crusaders loosened his tie, drove away the snowflakes inside, and cursed: "What's going on in the local Doran Church? He sent us a telegram to invite us, but we ran over to join us. They didn't even have a figure?"

"It might be something wrong."

"?"

Several crusaders looked next to him, a companion holding a cell phone.

The companion flipped the phone over.

Enjoy the eyes.

A New Orleans media outlet has released the first news on the Internet at the first time, with pictures and texts, and even illustrations.

The illustration is very clear.

At the door of the police station, dozens of piles of burning ashes were very conspicuous.

"Dark Head!"

Several descendants of the crusaders looked at each other: "The local Doran Church was destroyed by the Dark Heads?"

this……

"impossible!"

"The Salem dimension has perished."

"right."

"The Dark Head is definitely not a Salem dimension."

"That……"

"How could the Dark Witch who is not a believer in the Salem Dimension, help the Salem Dimension?"

"this……"

Several Crusaders were silent.

Dimensions and dimensions are incompatible with water and fire, especially with the same attributes. For example, believers in the dark dimension are incompatible with believers in the hell dimensions.

After all, the plate of the earth is so big that everyone wants to monopolize it. How could they help for no reason?

Especially the Salem witches.

It is the same thing that when their Lord was still there, when they carried out the Great Judgment on Salem, for example, the witches who believed in Green did not come out to help.

But now?

Just then.

A descendant of the crusad suddenly looked up, and then the short hair on the head was like a hedgehog, exploded one after another, and then he even made a scream like a cat meeting an enemy.

"ha"

"What's wrong?"

Several descendants of the Crusaders looked at them, frightened like cats, with their hair rising.

"This is……"

A crusader looked at his companion's performance and frowned, "Where did it come from?"

This companion who suddenly appears like a cat has the ability to feel any maliciousness, and can even find out where the bug ability is this maliciousness.

but……

The man returned to his arching position and sat back again, standing slightly a little, looking up at the roof of the van.

quite a while.

The descendant of the Crusader was stunned and came back to his senses, looking at his companions: "In the sky..."

"What?"

"Malice comes from heaven. I just saw it. There seems to be an eye in heaven. It opens and looks at me coldly, as if it is being judged!"

“…”

Malicious intentions come from heaven?

God wants to kill them?

How is it possible.

Eleven Crusaders looked at each other.

Sitting in the passenger seat, the descendants of the cross holding their arms took off their sunglasses and said, "Our ancestors can even kill the Salem dimension. What can we do if we have another dimension? It will only make us more brilliant!"

even……

They can far surpass their ancestors, not only can they chop up a dimension, but they can even occupy the magpie's nest to grab that dimension space.

"Go directly to Lake Leri."

The descendant of the Crusader who seemed to be the leader said directly to his companion who was driving: "No matter what the local Doran Church is like, don't forget that this time, the Doran Church from all over the Federation has come here. Remember our mission this time and kill these damn Salem remnants!"

"right!"

"Burn them to death!"

"Judge them with fire!"

In just one short sentence, several other Crusaders forgot the warning words of their companions just now, clenched their fists, regained their fanatical expressions, and roared out angrily.

The sound is so loud.

Let the road beside him, just put down Gwen, then looked at George in the police car passing by Lake Leary and frowned at the three-meter-long van, but his voice was like a concert.

Isn't it possible to check for overloads in New Orleans?

Hilton Hotel.

Door.

Gwen looked at the real-time location sent by Rock, smiled, put away his phone, and then pushed his luggage into the hotel.

Hotel reception.

The beautiful blonde lady looked at Gwen who came in after walking through the revolving door, with a slightly stunning look on her eyes.

Are the quality of customers who have stayed in these days so high? It seems that the one who can work hard with this woman at the hotel's 3808 Presidential Suite a few days ago?
To be continued...