Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 1105 The smoke of gunpowder, the alliance of the enemies, the killing intent of the blood princess

Christian I, the prince of the goblin tribe, the head coach of the demon camp on the southern plain.

He is the top prince of darkness under the Dark Lord, stronger than Prince Miro of the Demon Race, and stronger than Prince Hammond of the Blood Race, and it is said that he has reached the realm of a monarch.

It's a little unbelievable that such a big man would lurk in an abandoned factory in an ordinary town.

"Oh my god, it turned out to be this..."

In the distance, the bearded owner of the tavern trembled and almost knelt down.

Prince Christian is famous even in history.

The most mentioned in history books is that he once challenged the "Storm God of War" Louis, and then, he was almost wiped out by Louis' slap...

Even so, it was enough for him to blow for a lifetime.

Kakuto: I assassinated Senju Hashirama, the god of ninjas, awesome?

Although Prince Christian was an overreaching clown in front of the Storm God of War, it was because his opponent was too strong.

For the vast majority of human beings, this ghost prince is like a nightmare.

He represents the peak combat power under the monarch.

"Oh it's you."

There was a flash of light in Ren's eyes, and he looked up at the prince of the ghost tribe above the altar, as if he could see his reality, and he said coldly, "You are indeed very strong, but what is here is just a ray of projection, sir. Pretending to be a wolf with a big tail!"

This ghost prince is also the target of the first stage of his system mission.

He is now facing Prince Christian, who is almost half a step into the realm of a monarch. The chances of winning are not great, and the chance of escaping is not small.

The premise is that this Prince Christian in the town is the main body...

"So it's just a ray of projection."

The old goat wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his hand, heaved a sigh of relief, and his face showed the joy of the rest of his life.

Thinking about it is also expected, Prince Christian is the head coach of the demon camp this time, how could it be possible to go deep into the hinterland of the Faroland Kingdom alone?

The geographical location of Polk Town is between the royal capital Wisteria City and Melova City.

"That's why this king feels sorry."

The projection of Prince Christian floated above the bone altar, his face could not be seen clearly, only a pair of strange eyes with blue light under the hood.

After receiving Ren's sword, his figure was obviously a little more illusory, and some cracks appeared on the bone altar under his feet.

He sighed: "It's a pity, this time it is difficult to kill a very potential human genius."

Projection, not even a clone.

He just used the space door and the altar under his feet to project a small part of the power of the body.

His avatars have all been taken back by him a long time ago, and they won't and dare not create them recently.

Because he wanted to impact the realm of the monarch.

Don't think that it's easy to make a clone. A clone, especially a high-level clone, needs to be injected with some soul power to form it.

Once the clone is killed, even the main body will be injured.

Like Harosh, the demon grand duke before, Renn chopped off two clones in a row recently, and the main body was seriously injured, and he couldn't recover within half a year.

This is just the recovery of combat power.

It may take two or thirty years to fully restore those lost soul powers.

And in the past 30 to [-] years, because the soul is not perfect, it is difficult for the ghost Grand Duke Harosh to improve his strength, so he hates Ren so much.

Regardless of whether it is a human or a demon descendant, killing a high-level clone is equivalent to wasting ten or eight years, and it is difficult to advance an inch during this period.

Unless you have a rare treasure dedicated to restoring and nurturing the soul...

Prince Christian wanted to attack the realm of the monarch, and he didn't even dare to create a clone during this time, otherwise, if he was accidentally beheaded, there would be nowhere to cry.

"Then go to die."

Ren was too lazy to talk nonsense with the enemy, raised the magic sword, and slashed at the bone altar again.

It's just a projection, he doesn't even need to make a full shot.

boom!
Thousands of star grains flickered on his body, arranged and combined, and the surging star power condensed on the blade, turning into a panicked sword light hundreds of feet long, and slashed towards Prince Christian and the bone altar!

The sword light shone through the world like a curtain of light that dispelled the night, and several nearby streets were illuminated.

This is another sword in the sanctuary, and its power is about that of a young saint of level 21 who is proficient in swordsmanship.

"It's a quick temper."

The projection of Prince Christian chuckled, and the void within a radius of ten miles suddenly flickered with dark thunder, like thousands of innocent souls roaring in the dark clouds.

It has to be said that his appearance is indeed astonishing. With a small amount of power transmitted through the space gate, it gives people an unparalleled sense of oppression.

He stretched out one hand, and the dark force flowed and converged into a huge pitch-black skeleton ghost claw. With just a light swipe, the nearby atmosphere dispersed and burst like a tear!

Bang!
The Great Sword of the Stars hit the Ghost Claw, and was torn apart instantly, turning into countless sparks and exploding!

Prince Christian did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, he grabbed the witch under the bone altar and threw it into the space door.

After doing this, his body became more illusory, and at the same time, there were more cracks on the altar.

"This king still thinks you are an eyesore, it would be better if you died." Prince Christian said indifferently.

Bang!
As soon as the words fell, the altar of white bones under his feet was instantly shattered into powder. The corpses on the ground, a large amount of blood and cyan runes were exploded and annihilated together, and the power contained in them was crazily poured into his projection like strands of dark thunder.

At the same time, the space door also burst suddenly, and countless energies poured into his projection like flowing water.

Then, the projection of Prince Christian also began to burn, annihilated bit by bit.

But before disappearing, he gathered all his current strength and sent out a final blow, aiming at Ren and pointing away.

"die!"

boom! !

The dark force boiled, and countless green thunders flickered. Christian's finger crashed into Ren like a terrifying abyssal black dragon bathed in thunder, and the void trembled and cracked along the way!
This is a self-destructing altar, a burning projection, a blow that contains the cold killing intent and all the power in his heart.

Don't look at his words and deeds before, he seems to be very graceful, but for the human arrogance, he can't wait to see and kill one by one.

With one blow, the whole town trembled, and the light of the stars and the moon was swallowed and distorted by the darkness, like the end of the world.

This blow may even instantly kill a veteran saint like Dimon.

"Old ghost, I will fight with you!"

With a look of "sorrow and indignation" on Ren's face, he raised the magic sword like a desperate beast, and slashed with all his strength, the bright sword light was like a galloping galaxy.

boom! !

The falling pitch-black giant finger struck by the Star Sword made deafening bangs and violent waves, but in the moment of stalemate, the sword light shattered into countless streamers like glass!

A part of the pitch-black giant finger was also broken, and the remaining half still hit Ren's body, causing boundless waves of air!
Bang!
Ren grunted, his body flew upside down, smashed a house into pieces, and fell heavily into the ground!

With his landing point as the center, the street sank, the ground shook like a blanket being lifted, and cracks spread to the surroundings.

"President!"

The bearded boss in the distance almost fell down from the shock, and let out a terrified cry.

"Oh my God, how could this happen."

"What a terrifying battle. Is this the strength of a titled demon hunter and the Prince of Darkness? It's like the sky is falling apart."

"The president should not die..."

"Shut your crow's mouth!"

"..."

The dozen or so demon hunters screamed in panic and became a mess.

Viscount Ackerman had just taken office a few days ago, if he died so soon, it would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to Faroran's branch of the Demon Hunters Association.

After knocking down Rennes, the projection of Prince Christian also burned out in mid-air.

The dark force dissipated, and the moonlight poured down. The abandoned textile factory had been reduced to ruins, and most of the houses on several nearby streets had collapsed. Gravel, tiles, and sawdust were scattered all over the place, and dust was everywhere.

When the movement subsided, the southern outskirts of the town were destroyed, leaving only the devastated land.

Fortunately, there are no people in this area where strange things happen frequently, but no innocent people were affected.

"Fuck! Damn old ghost, before you leave, don't forget to give me a hard time."

The old goat held his staff and got up cursingly from a ruin. Several crumbling golden energy shields on his body slowly burst, turning into golden rain and collapsing.

He was a little close to Rennes and was affected by the aftermath.

Fortunately, on his magic robe, he had stored several spells to defend against long-range attacks and energy shocks in advance, so he didn't become cannon fodder.

"Ren!" Leon held the cross sword in his hand and rushed to the place where his teammates fell anxiously.

The blow just now was quite ruthless, but he didn't know if Ren could hold it if he could kill ordinary saints.

The old goat didn't panic, and comforted him when he saw this, "Don't worry, I won't die."

Boy Ren is a double fifth rank, so it's not so easy to hang up.

Bang!
A ruin suddenly exploded, and the rubble was blown away.

Ren shook his head and got up from the pit.

He looked quite distressed, with dirty hair, dust and mud all over his face and clothes, and his trousers were torn.

He was badly injured...shit.

The hammer was quite comfortable, and the muscles and bones were sore.

Barely counted as the full blow of the Dark Lord at the peak of level 25, but in his fifth level, in front of the indestructible golden body of level 27, it is not enough to see.

Wanting to injure him severely, the old ghost's body came over and hammered him with full firepower.

"This can't be done, the performance is still a bit exaggerated, it will scare those little friends who are ambushing in front."

Ren muttered in a low voice, and when he saw the corpse of a werewolf earl next to him, he had an idea.

puff!
He lifted the werewolf's body, and with a pull of his hands, the body was torn in two, and blood splattered all over him.

He threw the body into a gaping ditch, and then quickly lay down on the ground, moaning in pain, and shouting:
"Leon, come quickly and help me up... Hiss!"

Acting online.

It can only be said that in order to deceive the little friends to come and die, he also worked really hard.

"Ren, are you okay?"

Leon looked worried, ran over quickly, and carefully helped Renn up.

But his complexion changed slightly soon, and his eyes were a little strange.

This is a little wrong.

The blood is too bloody, there is a wild breath of life, it doesn't seem to be human blood...

Ren's face was pale, and he held Leon's shoulders, his legs were a little weak and trembling, as if he couldn't stand still, he shouted in a weak voice:
"All demon hunters, clean up the battlefield, Love, you go to inform the people in the 7th bureau, old goat, you go to Baron Ruben..."

After finishing speaking, he tilted his neck, as if he couldn't hold on any longer, and fainted in Leon's arms.

Leon: "..."

(one`one)
With wolf blood all over his body, he couldn't find a single scar on his body, so could he pass out?
Forget it, since the eldest brother is working so hard, he can continue acting.

"What are you standing there for? Go to work!"

"Oh okay, I know."

Love is the bearded owner of the tavern. He was shocked when he heard the words, and ran towards the office of the 7th Bureau.

There is a small team of the 7th Bureau stationed in the small town, with only 10 people in the establishment, and the strongest is no more than the third rank. Basically, they can't be counted on when something big happens.

In the 7th game, there were so many masters, but the kingdom was too big.

Share it, the manpower is stretched.

In addition, most of the strong players in the 7th round have been taken out of the chaotic southern plains, so the offices all over the kingdom lack masters, and they are often caught in an embarrassing situation where they can only wash the ground.

Then, Leon carried the "comatose" Ren on his back, and went to the tavern to rest and recuperate.

The old goat led a dozen demon hunters to clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils.

He only wanted the materials from the third and fourth rank demons, and gave the rest to the dozen or so demon hunters, which made them happy for a while.

Although there are not many, this is almost a benefit for nothing.

After all, they didn't do anything tonight...

"Okay, let's go, and besides, don't talk nonsense about tonight's affairs for the time being!"

After hastily collecting the spoils, the old goat gave some instructions, then chanted the incantation and cast the "levitation technique", and flew towards Baron Ruben's house.

Sarcoma monsters, witches, the Eternal Life Sect, the ghost prince, at least hundreds of people were sacrificed by blood...

Such a huge disaster happened in Polk Town, and Baron Ruben, as the biggest nobleman in the town, could hardly shirk his responsibility.

Whether he knows it or not, he must give an explanation.

Seeing the old goat fly away, the dozen or so demon hunters looked at each other and started to disperse.

Among them, a thin, hook-nosed witcher did not go home, but turned left and right, sneaking towards an abandoned church.

The night is deep and the moonlight is hazy.

Inside the abandoned church, it was gloomy. The cool wind blew through the dilapidated building in the shadows, and the dusty door frame began to creak.

Not long after, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

The thin, hook-nosed witcher walked into the church and said to the darkness:
"Just now, there was a big battle outside the abandoned factory... Before Prince Christian's projection disappeared, Viscount Ackerman was hit hard with one blow."

"There is such a thing."

On the altar in the church stood a black figure, who seemed a little surprised by what happened tonight.

He is a member of the underground organization Night Clowns.

However, compared with the Eternal Life Sect and the Shadow Singers, the Night Clowns are just a new force, not as powerful as those ancient underground organizations, and there is not much overlap between them.

"Okay, I know about this, you go down, continue to pay attention to Viscount Ackerman's every move, come and report if there is anything."

"Got it, that..."

"Don't worry, the promised benefits are indispensable to you." Heiying said indifferently, and threw two third-level ghost spirits over.

The hook-nosed demon hunter took the goblin spirit, with greed and joy in his eyes, and slowly stepped back.

Soon after, a red-eyed three-legged crow flew out of the skylight of the church and flew east.

…………

In the east, the moonlight is dim, and the thin mist drifts quietly on the top of the mountain. In the quiet valley, there is a trickling stream. On both sides of the valley, there are steep peaks and steep mountains.

This is a small valley located [-] kilometers away from Polk Town.

It is generally necessary to go through this place to get to Wisteria City, the capital of the kingdom.

Even if you don't go through the valley and go around, it's easy to monitor here.

"Master Yanshan, we have the latest news."

A man in a clown mask walks to the top of the mountain.

A red-eyed three-legged crow was parked on his shoulder, and he was holding a small note in his hand.

One of the leaders of the underground organization Night Clowns, Yan Shan was wrapped in a gray cloak, standing on a boulder, looking at something.

Seeing his subordinates approaching, he turned his head, and a hoarse voice came from under the golden clown mask on his face:
"What information?"

The man said a little excitedly: "There has been a shocking change in Polk Town. Baron Ruben's daughter—Alessia's true identity is the witch of the Eternal Life Sect. She colluded with the demons and secretly captured many civilians for blood sacrifices... …

In the end, Prince Christian's projection severely injured Viscount Ackerman, causing him to fall into a coma. "

"..."

The news was so explosive that Yan Shan was silent for a while after hearing it.

Their night clowns don't dare to engage in such insane blood sacrifices. Most of the time they only involve gray businesses such as drug trafficking, smuggling, kidnapping and assassination.

Compared to ancient evil underground organizations such as the Eternal Life Sect and the Shadow Singers, they are a group of younger brothers.

"Okay, I see."

Yan Shan responded in a deep voice, under the golden mask, there was a piercing murderous intent in his dark eyes, "This is also a good thing for us."

Severely injured and comatose?

Ha ha, then he is dead this time.

Originally, Yanshan was still a little hesitant, thinking that the manpower and arrangement they dispatched this time was not safe, so he wanted to give up...

"Several human friends, I think you also want to deal with Viscount Ackerman, how about joining hands?"

At this time, in a forest not far away, a tall black figure squeezed through the bushes and weeds and came out.

"Who!"

Yan Shan yelled, and from both hands, red flames that were as hot as lava gushed out, and the aura on his body was as violent as a volcano awakened from a deep sleep, exuding wisps of holy power.

This is not like a legendary realm, more like some kind of totem holy body.

"My friend, don't get excited. We ghouls just want to cooperate and eradicate our common enemy. There is no malice."

The uninvited guest raised his hands to show no hostility, and explained patiently.

He was wearing a black robe, and under the hood, a pair of red eyes and sharp teeth could be seen faintly.

The extremely thick dark red mist lingered on his black robe like a puff, it was the dark force that overflowed with his breathing, full of corrosion and damp smell.

This is a dark prince from the family of ghouls!
Yan Shan was wearing a mask, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, but from the flickering flames on his palm, it could be seen that he was a little conflicted.

He couldn't trust the Grand Duke Ghoul.

At the same time, I don't want to have too much involvement with the demons.

The Night Clown is actually an organization secretly controlled by several nobles, it is specially used to collect money and engage in illegal business in order to make huge profits.

They are obsessed with making money, they are only interested in making money, and they are not interested in doing big things.

Even if you want to do it, you can't do it.

Those behind-the-scenes big shots won't end. He Yanshan is already the strongest combat power that can be produced in the organization, and there are only two high-level leaders with fifth-level combat power.

"This friend, he just killed someone. This time, Viscount Ackerman was severely injured, but it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

The Ghoul Grand Duke seemed very polite, persuading him.

He came earlier than this group of people from the underground organization, and had been here for a long time.

Seeing that Yanshan and his subordinates are not bad in strength, they intend to win them over.

As a veteran Dark Duke, he is confident that he can defeat Viscount Ackerman, who has just entered the sanctuary, but if the opponent chooses to escape, he is not confident that he will be able to keep him.

If you add the night clowns, you will be safe.

Yan Shan hesitated for a moment, dispersed the flame in his palm, and said in a cold and hoarse voice:
"Okay, this time we will join forces to kill Viscount Ackerman, and the spoils will be shared equally, and we will each go our own way afterwards."

This is the meaning of parting ways after completing this vote.

Obviously, Yanshan didn't want to have too much involvement with the ghouls.

Making money, that's what the leaders want. If Viscount Ackerman hadn't moved their cake and prevented them from making money, they wouldn't bother to kill him.

"No problem, wish us a happy cooperation this time."

The ghoul grinned, showing sharp teeth.

Maybe he was a little excited. On his black robe, the gray mist intertwined into distorted faces, like countless innocent souls who died tragically. Wisps of viscous dark force spilled out, corroding the ground under his feet with many black cracks.

A trace of fear flashed in Yan Shan's eyes.

This Ghoul Grand Duke is very strong, and his strength is still higher than him.

Even if he has cultivated the Holy Body of the fire ghost for 50 years, it would be very bad for him to meet this ghoul.

"In addition, there is another friend who may be coming this time. If she arrives for the appointment on time, she will have a share of the spoils." The Ghoul Grand Duke added.

"Who?"

Yan Shan frowned.

There are too many people, the greater the possibility of news leaking, he feels that the current manpower is completely enough.

The light and dark night clown has prepared many surprises for Viscount Ackerman this time.

Grand Duke Ghoul smiled and said:
"Human friends, don't worry, the one I'm talking about is Princess Ariel of the Blood Race.

She is the daughter of the great Nightmare Lord, with noble blood and extraordinary strength. She has become a blood prince a few days ago. "

Daughter of the Dark Lord?
Yan Shan sucked in a breath of cold air, his eyes were a little shocked.

Be good, Viscount Ackerman is really daring, dare to provoke a blood princess with such a background?
I feel that the hatred is not ordinary.

Otherwise, with the status of Princess Ariel, I am afraid that she would not even bother to cooperate with the ghouls.

After all, in front of the blood clan, the ghoul clan is the younger brother.

At present, there are only nine clans left in the Blood Clan, but any one of them can destroy the Ghoul Clan, and the Nightmare Lord is the lord of the Blood Clan and the Tremere Clan.

"If it's Princess Ariel, then there's nothing wrong with it." Yan Shan said politely.

He didn't want to offend a blood princess because of this matter, so he could only agree.

This is also a good thing. If Princess Ariel can come, they will have three fifth-tier combat forces on their side, not including their respective trump cards.

Princess Ariel alone, if she took out something from her father, the Nightmare Lord, wouldn't it be a matter of minutes to kill Viscount Ackerman?
With such a powerful helper, Yan Shan also breathed a sigh of relief.

This wave has stabilized.

How does flying dragon riding face lose?
Viscount Ackerman can't escape this time, even if he is not injured, there is only one dead end!
.........

Ren didn't know that he missed his enemy so much.

After returning to the tavern room, he stopped pretending, took off his dirty and tattered clothes, and took a hot bath.

As for Leon, he ran to Baron Ruben's house to support the old goat.

There was a fight over there.

For some reason, Baron Ruben acted like he was crazy. He summoned all the guards and servants, and attacked the old goat who had just arrived without saying a word.

Ren was wearing a bathrobe, with silvery eyes, standing by the window of the room on the second floor of the tavern, looking at the manor on the north side of the town.

Explosions, shocks, flames soaring into the sky, and sword qi crisscrossing... A fierce battle broke out in the baron's manor.

"In troubled times, it's really not peaceful everywhere." Ren shook his head as he watched.

Just a year ago, the world was far less dangerous.

From "Gun Ghost" Carlos stepping into the sanctuary, to Director Karl declaring war on the demons on behalf of the Faroran Kingdom, to the recent change of sky and the disappearance of the sun... The world gradually became chaotic.

The peaceful years are gone forever.

"My master, do you need me to help your friend?"

Under the moonlight, Ren's shadow suddenly squirmed, and a curvaceous figure emerged from the shadow and stood behind him.

The beautiful woman who appeared suddenly was dressed in a graceful and luxurious purple cheongsam. Under the cheongsam, her devil-like figure was plump and exquisite, like a ripe peach.

Her face was flawless, her eyes glowed with clear light, and three thousand blue silks were casually scattered from her fragrant shoulders, vertically between the slender willow waist, and under the brocade robe, the bodice tightly bound a pair of towering breasts, with ravines and ravines The deep, flexible and slender waist, the plump buttocks, the white and tender skin, and the sexy body with undulating curves make people fantasize about it.

This is, Medusa.

As soon as she appeared, she clung to Ren's body like a beautiful snake, her long snow-white legs clamped his lower body from behind, and the waist of the water snake twisted with incredible toughness, allowing her head to pass through his armpit.

She wrapped her snow-white lotus arms around his neck, her delicate red lips were facing his lips, and she almost kissed him.

A normal woman would never be able to pose like this.

Her physical toughness is astonishing, weak and boneless, exuding infinite enchantment.

Ren's eyes swept across her snow-white neck, and stayed on that beautiful and peerless face, his blood fluttering a little.

A wild and enchanting temptation made people feel a little hot all over for no reason.

He shook his head, stretched out his hand to pinch her smooth chin, and said:
"Little fairy, don't seduce your master, or don't blame me for ravaging you."

"Understood, my good master."

Medusa jumped off him immediately, her beautiful legs stood straight, she stared at the gunpowder smoke in the distance, and smiled, "Do you need me to go there?"

It's been a long time since I killed anyone, and my hands are itchy.

(End of this chapter)