The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Passing through a low arch, entering the hallway, then walking up the steps, crossing the collapsed stone pillars that fell on the road, the demon hunter finally came to the big clock.

There is no striker near the faded golden clock, only a lever inlaid on a slate. The demon hunter slowly put his hand on the metal handle, it can be seen that this rocker is often pulled by people. The rocker is close to the stone slab with some dust blown by the wind, and only the place where the hand is held is dry. Clean.

He held the rocker.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, a voice stopped. Zelin's heart trembled suddenly, he took a deep breath, and after making sure that the disguise on his body was still intact, he slowly looked in the direction where the sound was coming from, just like ordinary snake people.

On the stone clock platform, a tall warrior dressed in gold armor, wearing a crimson ribbon and a lion head mask slowly walked up from the steps at the other end. One of the soldiers is holding a sword and spear that is more than two meters long, and he has a pair of piercing eyes looking at the demon hunter who is putting his hand on the lever through the lion helmet.

He looked at Zelin up and down, then set up his sword and spear to make a fighting posture. The layers of golden armor hanging on his side slightly shook with his movements, and the top of the sword and spear shone a dazzling cold light in the sun.

"This is an illusion, who are you?!"

Zelin looked at the golden-armored knight in front of him, and he gave the demon hunter a very dangerous feeling. He looked around calmly, there was no sign of any other fighters.

"Maybe you can wait a while before deciding whether to draw the sword."

The demon hunter slowly took off the ring from his finger. After Gwendelin's ring left his hand, the light of his eyes deflected slightly.

"I came from Janor Lund, and I brought news about there."

When he took off the ring, Zelin's fingers were slightly bent. He didn't know whether the seal was effective. There were a lot of rubble around, and there were still broken eaves dumped on the ground. Alder's seal should be able to roll all the rubble. Past. This is not a favorable battle place for the demon hunter. The opponent’s weapon is very long. He had better find a narrow place. The demon hunter’s hand and half sword in a wide area have no advantage against a two-meter-long sword and spear. .

The mighty warrior did not move further. He seemed to be waiting for the Demon Hunter to continue speaking, or he might just be looking for a flaw in a single blow.

"Regarding the information about the Shadow Sun, I must bring this news to the eldest son of the sun."

The ebony sword hung behind Zelin. The demon hunter slightly lowered his eyes. The distance between him and the soldier was almost ten meters. He only needed two steps, or one leap, to make the sword and spear attack him. This sword gun looks heavy enough, maybe it only takes two seconds, if his power is strong enough, it may be shorter, maybe half a second at the fastest.

"Janorlund was attacked, Lord Gwendelin was besieged in the church..."

"Where is Small?"

The golden armored knight asked suddenly.

"Since you are from Yanorlund, where is Small?"

Although it was asking, there was no unnecessary movement or change in the warrior's posture due to the words.

"The attack was quick, Pope Sullivan betrayed the God of Dark Moon, Aldridge awakened, and Sullivan helped Aldridge enter the king city. Lord Gwendelin gave me this ring." Zelin turned the ring slightly to let The other party can see. The demon hunter looked at the position of the sun and controlled the ring at a subtle angle. Next, you only need to turn it slightly to allow the reflected sunlight to shine directly on the right side of the knight's lion helmet where the eyes should be.

This flash of light should be able to buy him an instant of time at the beginning of the battle.

He hopes to solve the problem peacefully, and he doesn't want to come here as an intruder. But even so, he must prepare for the worst.

It is undoubtedly foolish to pin the hope of peace on the enemy's inability to do anything.

It may be beneficial to show your identity directly, but it may also bring the opposite result. Gwendelin handed him the phantom ring. It was obvious that the Dark Moon God also understood that the snake man at the top of the ancient dragon was by no means a hospitable creature.

The eldest son of the sun was expelled from the royal city. Now, Gwendelin is in charge of Yanorlund, but the expelled members have not returned. Zelin didn't know what the nameless king thought about the Dark Moon God, or what the knights who followed him would have towards the king's younger brother or sister.

"I don't have much time to explain. I must meet the eldest son of the sun. Anyway, I need to bring my message."

The sun shone two shadows on the ground, and Zelin stared at the lion-faced rider in front of him closely, and the air seemed to freeze.

The 453rd chapter is the speed of life and death

After a while, it was not a long time, but it seemed that after a long time, the Lion Face Knight slowly retracted his fighting posture.

"You follow me."

The knight put away his sword and spear, "Don't touch that clock, I'll take you."

Zelin opened his hand and signaled that he had no intention of fighting.

As time passed, Zelin stepped on the potted ground and followed the knight.

As time passed, the black mud in the Phantom Corridor was still huge.

I don't know how many times it was. Under the flash of white light, Gwendelin avoided the surging black mud. But this is the case, it has also been entangled several times in the back side countless times. No one knows where Aldridge's devouring ability comes from, but no one doubts whether Aldridge can swallow a creature completely. No matter whether it is a man or a god.

Aldridge became blurred in front of it.

This is not magic. But its body is exhausted.

The Tomb King Sword in his hand is so heavy. But Eldridge's body is still huge. Although it is a bit smaller compared to the beginning, it is still big enough to fill the cathedral in Yanorlund.

Gwendelin tried to prop up her body, staggeringly raised her weapon again, preparing to launch an attack on Aldridge before he could pounce on him.

But for some reason, it suddenly became dark.

No, it's not dark anymore. Gwendelin reacted instantly.

It was Aldridge's black mud that had fallen in front of it.

In an instant, its skin felt the coldness of the black mud, but the next moment, the coldness turned into hot pain. Pain, bursts of tingling like countless venomous snakes biting Gwendelin's body, and like being splashed with hot oil, Aldridge would devour the soul, and the pain from the soul made it almost forget everything.

The next moment, white light flashed in the black mud, and the **** of dark moon avoided again, but its power was no longer enough to hide itself in a safe enough position. This time, the white light dimmed, and it only appeared less than ten meters away from Airdridge.

This time, a snake tail under it was wrapped in black mud, and something seemed to be twisting and swallowing in the black mud. From the end, the snake's tail gradually became keratinized, stiff, and gradually fell off like gravel.

Gwendelin staggered. Fortunately, it is different from ordinary humans in that it does not bleed, otherwise its lower body may already be bleeding. Six snake tails, one of them was completely stiff, twisted and convulsed at a strange angle, and the rest was not much better. Gwendelin supported her body with the Tomb King Sword, looking at the sticky mud and the worms wriggling in the mud.

However, the mysterious saint didn't seem to continue to pounce on it, but slowly approached the dark moon.

It seemed to hear the voice from Aldridge, the voice directly from the soul.

Do you know what is the real way of eating? Gwendelin.

While bathing in sorrow, while feeling the tremor of life——————

This is the real way of eating.

Where is your sorrow? Where is your trembling?

I hope to share this joy with you.

Looking at the tail of a snake that was gradually being eaten away, Gwendelin waved a curved blade to cut it off. The broken snake tail began to gradually gray and whiten, twisting on the ground, wrapped in black mud, and gradually turned into pieces of fly ash, like sand swept by a hurricane, and finally completely submerged by the black mud that came up.

Pain.

But the body is almost numb.

Compared with the pain of piercing and eroding bones, a broken snake tail is not a concern.

Gwendelin shook the cane, turned his whole body into white light, and retreated as much as possible. It needed to delay time to trap Aldridge in this endless corridor of illusions. As long as it could defeat the faint saint, it could find a way to retake Asia. Noelrond’s control.