The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Goddess Rosalia, she has an exquisite dormitory, a glamorous dormitory, and a cage-like dormitory.

At first, Zelin thought that the stone bed of the goddess must be as long as the width of the entire dormitory as he first saw it. But when the demon hunter walked in, he noticed that the iron fence that almost blocked the bedroom was not to prevent outsiders from seeing the goddess' body and appearance, just like people would use a curtain to block their bed. , Just to block the stone bed of Goddess Rosalia that is only more than two meters long, there is no need for such a wide and dense fence.

Unlike the idol that Zelin had expected, the goddess Rosalia was sitting on a stone bed with her legs close together, and even the curtains were carved on a stone bed. The dark brown gray robe was draped over her body. More than half of Rosalia's face was hidden in the shadows. The demon hunter could not see the face of this goddess, or even see her lower body behind the indescribable mass of maggots, only her thin lips and slightly yellow neck skin could be seen. And a large chest under the collar.

Regarding the arriving archbishop or the other people in the dormitory, she turned a blind eye to it, just lowered her head and stroked the unidentified creature in front of her like a loving mother.

There is no need for oaths, no statements, the demon hunter, the archbishop and Heyzer stood aside, and a believer in mercenary armor stepped forward, half-kneeled, and offered a piece of green with both hands forward. A sacrifice like a tongue that has been cut off.

Zelin noticed that when the believer was kneeling, his left leg showed an unnatural curve. He may have injured his leg in the past and injured his bones. Although healed later, being able to walk does not mean healed. For a fighter who makes a living by fighting, an inflexible leg is likely to be given away in a severe pain. Life. Compared with the legs, the few scars on the mercenary's face seemed insignificant.

When the offerings held in both hands were presented to the goddess Rosalia, the blue tongue gradually became dim, and then disappeared in front of everyone. The believer's eyes were closed tightly, and he could notice from his face that he was gritting his teeth at this time, as if suffering from some pain. But after a while, almost by the time when sweat beaded on his forehead, the believer's painful expression disappeared, and it was replaced by extremely relaxed. He stood up, moving neatly and briskly. The demon hunter looked at his legs. This time when he stood up, there were no traces of uncoordinated legs.

Not only the legs, but the scars left on his face were also dimmed a lot. If he hadn't deliberately paid attention to it, it would have been impossible to think that there was a scar on the side of this mercenary that almost penetrated the entire face.

"He got a new life."

Looking at the believers who had retreated and exited the dormitory, Archbishop Klimt said, leaning on his cane. Standing for a long time is undoubtedly a great burden for a person of his size and weight. "As a fighter, he will have a chance to come back again. Those fighters whose hands cannot hold the sword again, and those whose legs are injured cannot do it again. Running messengers, those priests whose voices are hoarse, their throats are hurt, and they can no longer proclaim the miracle of the gods, and those scholars who have lost their eyes and can no longer read the scrolls, or are born as inadequate and unable to find hard work. The people in the direction, the goddess Rosalia, the mother of rebirth, will give them a new life."

Archbishop Klimt raised his hands up "Praise the beautiful god!"

"You should believe it now." Hazel looked at the demon hunter, even if the upper half of his face was blocked by the yellow cloth extending from the top hat, only looking at the corners of her mouth and pointed chin, Zelin could almost imagine What kind of expression should the daughter of Crystal have at this time "This is a benevolent goddess. I think she deserves the palace of Yanorrond. Why not make an oath to Goddess Rosalia? You are a warrior. , One day, you may also need to ask Goddess Rosalia for help."

"Come on, child, the goddess won't demand you. It's enough to salute her respectfully."

The real vow is made by offering a green tongue to the goddess Rosalia, the rebirth mother, and only after offering sacrifices can it become the finger to follow Rosalia. Zelin didn't have the idea of ​​becoming a follower of a **** in another world, but saluting the goddess was more like a ritual proposed by Archbishop Klimt and the fingers of Rosalia who followed her. Whether it was any worship ceremony or offering sacrifices, the goddess would not react in any way, just stroking the maggot-like creature under her.

What is this...

Zelin squinted his eyes halfway, trying to cross the front brim of the hood from below to see what the look and expression of this goddess revered by the needy. His instinct tells him something is wrong here. People here are admiring this goddess, but the goddess who is praised by followers for mercy is criticized as heresy in the church. The goddess who couldn't feel any joy, joy, anger, or sorrow from her was still sitting on a stone bed surrounded by a fence like a cage, receiving praise and worship from the believers.

Zelin didn't get the answer he wanted. There were not many followers who believed in the goddess Rosalia, but they all seemed very religious. After all, he is just an outsider, with only a little knowledge of the beliefs and customs of this world. But if Goddess Rosalia is really as noble and kind as these followers say, why in the quiet church, many bishops, priests and believers call her a heresy. She was silent about her, and her dormitory was more like a prison in a corner of a church.

Heresy, it is precisely what is not recognized by the majority of people that can be called heresy.

Hazel also wanted to talk to those who also served Rosalia, this was not what Zelin had to take care of. If you just salute a goddess, you can solve the trouble at hand, which is much easier than he thought. Leaving Hazel, Zelin left the bedroom of the goddess to find the wandering knight Creighton. Archbishop Klimt has received the warning on behalf of the Youxian Church, and all that is left is that Clayton will send the request for help and the letter describing the situation in Losrik to Ilussil in the Lengshui Valley where Pope Saliwan is located. Yes.

But at the corner, a pierced cold blade interrupted Zelin's thinking.

"I saw you enter the heresy bedroom." A female knight in silver armor held up her stabbing sword, and the moment the demon hunter opened the door, she pointed the sword to his chest. "You and those despicable Fallen children are mixed together. Sooner or later, you will be like them, offering disgusting sacrifices." The female knight's expression was cold and frosty.

"I don't think anyone should condemn a goddess as a sinner because he salutes a goddess."

Zelin lowered his eyes and looked at the sword blade shining with lilac gleam in the Darkmoon Knight's hand. "Also, your sword is fast, but you better remember what defense is, or one day you will fall more than you. In the hands of the quick ones."

The dagger of the demon hunter also rests on the female knight’s lower abdomen. "And you should learn to observe. You don't even know where the weakness of my armor is, but your armor and waist leather are the most vulnerable. "Looking at the still expressionless knight, Zelin shrugged. "Why don't we let us put down our weapons and give the other party a chance to explain?" He didn't need to have those meaningless conflicts. "Sit down for a drink, for example?" "

"This is not necessary." The knight retracted the sword in his hand. Zelin took the opportunity to put the short sword back on his waist and hung it on the side of the skinning knife. Their tongues are sacrificed to heresy, and they use killing to achieve their own desires. I am Siris of the Twilight Kingdom, the sword of the dark moon, and you will be my enemy." After that, the female knight bowed her head and rubbed shoulders with Zelin. And pass.

Zelin seemed to suddenly remember something. He turned around and looked at Siris’s back. "Wait a minute, you said your name is Siris..." He thought of the strange old knight he met in the immortal settlement. "Do you know A paladin, his name is Fodorincu."

Chapter 412 The Exile

"You... where did you know about it?"

The indifferent expression on Siris's face in the Twilight Kingdom changed slightly. She stood there looking at the demon hunter "Do you know him?"

"I met him in the undead settlement outside Losric." Zelin spread his hands. "If he is the person you are looking for, I suggest you go to the undead settlement as soon as possible." Zelin warned, "His condition doesn’t look very good. He doesn’t seem to want to trust other people. If you are his relatives or friends, he should need your help now." When Dolinku, his words and demeanor gave the demon hunter a feeling of being in danger. If anyone is similar to him, it is probably the appearance of Professor Moru recorded in the telescope.

Hillis lowered her gaze, and her slightly frowned brows showed that she was thinking about something. In the end, she shook her head as if she had convinced herself. "Thank you for bringing this news to me. May your future road be shining with moonlight." ."

"How much do you know about the goddess Rosaria, the mother of rebirth, Sirius?"

Siris paused. She turned her face and stared at the demon hunter with her light blue eyes. The latter looked at her for unknown reasons. In the end, Siris retracted her gaze and walked around the corner and walked down the stairs.

Seeing the Darkmoon Knight who turned away without saying a word, Zelin sighed and turned and walked back to his room.

He came to a terrible world, a hapless world on the verge of apocalypse, standing on the crater, ready to fall. He can only hope that these things he has done will prevent him from falling into the lava with the world while he is still in this world.

Warnings and screams still sounded in the quiet church, and these miserable and miserable sounds broke the silence of the church from time to time. Cursed by the undead, the Youxian Church also cannot block the curse for which no one knows the reason. The saint of penance, the priest who praises the ancient miracle, or the loyal guards and Templar knights guarding the church. The curse of the undead held everyone tightly, regardless of whether it was male or female, no matter how high or low, when the ring of curse appeared on the body, they were only left with the identity of the undead.

An undead person who will eventually lose consciousness and become a walking dead.

Cracked like a dry river bed, and like a dead locust tree, turning into an undead, the church members who are expelled from the church can only kneel and worship around the obelisk outside the church, or beside the stone wall, crying and raising their hands. Kneeling down on something that only they knew, begging for something to eliminate the ring of curse on their body. And those living corpses that have long become unconscious can only kneel unconsciously in the cemetery of exile, or wander aimlessly, attacking any living person that appears near them, any undead conscious, from within them. Plunder one's own humanity that has long since disappeared.

Every night, there will be new undead people appearing in the quiet church, in the undead settlements, in the forests of punishment, and anywhere that has been illuminated by flames. Just as the ancient kingdoms of Baldur, Bernice, and Astra experienced slow and painful demise. In the age of dim flames, the curse of the undead will catch anyone sooner or later, no matter how remote or safe they are, the ring of curse will eventually appear on every human being.

Every moment, the world is gradually falling into darkness as the flames dim.

"To save the world, how much are you willing to pay?"

The cathedral in Losric has become empty.

The carpet that was once bright has become unbearably damaged, and the torn holes seem to be mocking mouths, mocking the sacrificial ritual represented by this cathedral and maintaining flame inheritance as its mission. Dust was all over the extinguished candle, and in just a few days, the unattended candlestick was covered with spider webs. Everything in the church is neatly arranged, but the nuns and priests who used to take care of the church are gone.

After becoming undead, they should have become living corpses. There are many listless knights sitting outside the church. They are still guarding the remaining high walls and towers with due diligence, but when more and more soldiers and knights become undead, and then become unconscious living corpses, they take them back. The high wall has undoubtedly become an impossible task. To be precise, without anyone's hands, the knight guarding the high wall will be spread and completely destroyed by the curse of the undead.

Although the knight who joined the second prince is also suffering from the curse of the undead.

On the high wall, the most numerous are no longer the knights and soldiers, but the unconscious corpses. Those knights and soldiers who have lost their minds are still patrolling and monitoring the high walls as they did in the past. The armor on his body became tattered, like burial objects in a tomb. There are so many living corpses that the knights have long lost control of the city. The desperate citizens can only climb to high places. On the roofs of the city, you can see people gathered everywhere. They kneel on the ground and gather. Together, until the ring of curse gradually appeared.

"For this broken world, how many sacrifices are you willing to make?"

The loose robe was dragged on the ground, and the short man stood behind the priest. The imam master stared blankly at the knight statue in the depths of the church with its neck leaning on the blade. It was the spirit of the Knights of Losric, known for its toughness. But even the Knight King Rendel and his powerful Knights could not prevent the destruction of his hometown, the Kingdom of Baldr. The priest looked at the statue with muddy eyes. Behind the statue is the secret road leading to the king’s courtyard and the road leading to the large library. But now, the fading speed of this flame has filled Los Riccene with crazy corpses.

"What do you think I have, Rudos." The priest held her cane with both hands. "The flame must continue, and this world...must continue. I know why you were banished, Rudos of Courland." The man trembled. "If Gudak is unable to arrive, the bell of the sacrificial area will ring again, awakening the old kings and heroes ashes, and then use your power to protect the fire-passing sacrificial area, and my soul And tied to the sacrificial ground, to provide help and buy time for those waking ashes."

"You know, what will happen to you." No sadness or fear can be heard in the voice of the exile. , Your soul will be tied to the sacrificial field, in the endless darkness, until you stop thinking."

"I hope that Guda can arrive in time, otherwise...I am willing to give everything to spread the fire, Rudos." The worn area of ​​the imam priest's robe was as dark as a carpet on the ground. "Everything."

Chapter 413: Power in the Darkness

"Guda, they put their hope on the hero Guda. It's nice to meet you, Yulia."

In the ink-like night, a slender figure wearing a dark black dress and a dark mask that completely covered his face seemed to melt into the darkness. Her left hand was on her chest, her right elbow was resting on her left wrist, and the ring on her hand reflected a pale silver shimmer in the moonlight. The close-fitting dress and the mask conceal her strictly, and only the voice can tell the gender of the owner.

"Sister, you...you are awake."

The woman called Yulia looked at the white-skinned woman in front of her, standing barefoot on the bluestone floor of the secluded church. Her figure is hidden under the sinner's generous clothes. Only after taking off the sinner's big hat will she reveal her beautiful face. The female voice called Yulia was full of surprise. "Since you were swallowed by flames, I never expected to see you again. Lilianne is still in Rondall, and she misses you very much. This must be Cass's. Bless you. Will you come back and lead us to break the chains of God?"

The person called the sister was silent.

"The bell rings, and the flame is about to go out. Everything is as Master Cass expected. Soon, the people of the Green Church will have to ring the bell to wake up the ashes in the ashes cemetery. The patroller will go north, looking for qualifications and strength. The king of wandering souls who usurped flames." Yulia raised her head, "Sister, did the bell wake you up? It's just time you woke up. We can break the chains of God and control the flames in our own hands. "

"No, Yulia. You will continue to lead the black church in Rondo, looking for any ashes and undead who qualify to be the king of wandering souls, not me."

"Alfred..." Yulia looked at Frid with her back facing her through the mask. "Aren't you going to return to Rondo? It took so long for the three of our sisters to build Rondo. Looking for ways and opportunities to usurp the fire. We have sacrificed so much together, even you, Frid, when we were weak, you defeated the green church knights who conquered Rondo, and threw them into the furnace as firewood. You can wake up as an ashes, it must be Cass’ blessing."