The Journey of the Demon Hunter

After squeezing through the group of arakkoa, the demon hunter came to the front. He squinted at the aborigines, then put one hand on the fence gate and pulled it hard.

The lock behind the door made a rattling sound.

The door is locked.

Seeing these residents who did not respond to the movements of the demon hunters, Ze Lin sighed. He grabbed the fence with both hands, stepped on the stone pile under the fence, and jumped over and jumped over the fence.

There is not much snow in the courtyard, Zelin always pays attention to the arakkoa around, and from time to time a low voice comes from the small auditorium on the side, like praying or doing prayers, just like Zelin had seen him in Youxian Church before. In the past, it will be like a priest who praises the miracle of the gods. Maybe they are performing these religious rituals. For this world, Zelin's incomprehensible behavior can only be attributed to religious rituals that he doesn't understand, especially this world where churches and priests can be seen everywhere.

Maybe he could see the so-called gods in this world before he left.

In such a place with a strong religious atmosphere, Zelin thinks he’d better pay attention to every move, just like in his world, after all kinds of strange religions appeared thirty years ago, he would always find in many villages. I accidentally violated some customs and rituals. Fortunately, all this was suppressed in the order signed by the king ten years ago.

Opening the door carefully, there are only a few candlesticks in the church with candles still burning. Most of the places are hidden in the darkness. Rows of bookcases are erected around the walls of the cathedral, piled with all kinds of books. Books. Statues of women in white robes stood on either side of the door. They lowered their heads, and seemed to be holding something with their hands.

Slowly walking into the church, a scent of decayed paper came upon her face. Books, books are everywhere. This is not so much a church as a book storage room. There are mountains of old books and many yellowed pages on the ground. Zelin can step on almost every step. Paper that tells different stories. He tried his best to avoid touching these books. He was not worried that the pile of books higher than humans would suddenly fall down and bury him underneath. He was just worried that these books, which had not known how many years existed, would turn into one after a little touch. Will fly ashes.

The appearance of these books does not look much younger than the books in Serrana's mother Valerica's laboratory.

Taking out the torch he got from the living corpse, Zelin slowly looked for any unusual place in the church with the help of its dim light. Soon, on the left corner wall at the far end, Zelin saw a metal rocker fixed to the wall. Carefully inspect the vicinity without any slight gaps or unusual gaps around the walls.

He knows that some rocker mechanisms can shoot deadly nails or crossbow arrows from hidden holes, and even coat them with poison. In theory, these nails can only hit people who try to pick the lock or force the mechanism to open, but sometimes, the mechanism that seems to be able to open normally is a trap itself.

Zelin put his gloved hand on it and slowly pulled the rocker down, his body was illuminated with the orange light of the Kunen's seal.

Gradually, the rocker was pulled to the bottom. Zelin held his breath and carefully watched for any movement that might appear in the church.

Click————

Suddenly, the rotating shaft of the shaft sounded above his head, and the shaking dust fell down. Zelin rolled sideways and avoided. The next moment, the ceiling of the church suddenly fell down, smashing a pile of books fiercely, and the torn pages were flying around. The demon hunter raised his hand to block the rising dust.

A magical record floated in front of him, Zelin stretched out his hand to push it away, and a city sketch replaced the record. He avoided the pages of waste paper that almost stuck to his face. One of them had the shadow of a dragon-like creature faintly. It was the moment of distraction, and the other was a picture of a lady in white with a human-shaped snake body. The yellowed scroll fell on him again. He grabbed it, threw it to the ground, and then a book that flew over from nowhere hit his forehead and was bounced off by the Kunen's seal.

Finally, when all the dust settled, a staircase leading to the second floor of the church appeared in front of the demon hunter. That is the fallen ceiling, the hidden path.

He waved his hand. At this time, the cathedral floor was covered with books that were dumped and fell to the ground after being lifted off. The dust made him cough a few times. He raised his hand and waved in front of the tip of his nose. , The arakkoa outside did not notice what happened in the church, and there was no arakkoa at the door to check the situation.

Afterwards, he clutched his nose and cautiously walked up the steps.

The second floor of the church looks much narrower, maybe this is not a second floor, it's just an attic of the church. There is an exit not far away, which is closed by an iron fence like a prison. Through the fence, you can see the snowy mountains and the floating snowflakes. The sun shines into the attic through the fence. There are no candles here, only a few bookcases and a large wooden table. The sunlight that shines through the fence just spreads onto the tabletop that is much larger than a bed.

Zelin walked up the steps, his eyes attracted by the figure on the wooden table. A little silver-haired girl was lying on the table, gesturing with her fingers on it. She heard the sound of falling down the stairs, and when the demon hunter came up, she raised her head and looked at the uninvited guests who broke into the attic with those burgundy pupils.

"Who are you?"

The little silver-haired girl asked Ze Lin.

"Do you know Grandpa Gail? Where is he?"

"I think I can talk to Gail." Zelin took out the white religion emblem that Gail gave him. "You are the lady Gail said, right? I'm here to find you, and Ai Ryder's priest. Do you know a nun? Her name is Frid."

The little girl looked at the eyes of the demon hunter with snake-like pupils, her tail drooping from the table to the ground, motionless "I...can I trust you?"

Zelin looked at the little girl. The answer is? Or ask why she doesn't want to believe in herself? Or try the Yaxifahin to see if you can get more useful information? After all, the French seal will not cause much harm to a person.

White light shone on the little girl, with such pale skin and long and thin pupils. She is not the common arakkoa in Eredel, but neither is she a human. Half dragon? Half snake? Or other races that Zelin could not imagine?

"Are you Frid's friend?"

"No, Gail asked me to chase her, so I came here. I met Gail in the secluded church. Gail is willing to believe me, and I think you can too."

Chapter 430 Taboo

Frid, she was ahead of the demon hunter.

Pushing open the fence door that looked like a prison, the wind and snow on the top of the mountain roared, causing Zelin to tighten his collar.

The wind and snow have not completely covered up the narrow mountain road. The door is not so much to shut the little girl inside, but to protect the people in the attic of the church from the threats of the wandering corpses outside. Because it was built on a hillside, after Zelin walked out of the attic of the church, a winding path hidden among the rocks appeared in front of the demon hunter.

Many living corpses in armor wandered nearby, and walked up this road to reach the chapel.

"You open the door, I will go back there to paint..."

"No, I suggest that you better wait here. Gale is expected to follow soon." Zelin didn't know who Gail and Vihle won, but he still persuaded the little girl, "Here It's safe. When Gail comes back, I will tell him that you are here and let him come and take you back. You don't want to go out alone, understand?"

"...I understand."

The little girl said calmly.

The living corpse soldiers here are all wearing strong iron armor, but the iron armor is rusty. They must be from the outside world. The residents of Eredel are all arakkoa, and these soldiers are all humans. Zelin didn't know when they entered Eredel, but it must have been a long time.

But no matter how long, these soldiers have maintained their fighting instincts during their lifetimes. They blocked the demon hunters on the mountain road. Soldiers holding shields and spears stood in front. Soldiers holding giant hammers, two-handed axes and javelins were behind. Sometimes soldiers with torches were hidden on the narrow roads. Zelin suddenly appeared when he was fighting with the living corpse soldiers, spraying flames downward from a high place.

For the first time Zelin was caught off guard by them.

The sound of fighting, the noise of chaotic footsteps colliding with steel, well concealed the voices of these ambushers. Compared with these flames, the wild wolves that haunt the rocks from time to time are not so dangerous.

Fortunately, the Quinn Seal can not only block the blade, but also block the flame.

Alderfayin hit the ambushing soldier's leg, and the living corpse soldier fell staggeringly. Zelin grabbed the living corpse, before it recovered its balance from the fall, and threw it sideways to the two in front of him. On a living corpse holding a shield. The three bodies collided and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, there are not many soldiers. The height of the cathedral is not far from the chapel on the top of the mountain. It didn't take long for Zelin to see a place on the wall that looked like the entrance to a mine. Several wooden piles supported nearby stones. , Standing at the door and looking inside, it was dim and dark.

Take out the torch, but this time, the demon hunter realized the benefits of this torch. No matter how long the torch is glowing, when he needs to enter a place that is too dark, he does not need to rely too much on the help of the cat potion. Even if he encounters an enemy and throws it on the ground, it will not be extinguished. Maybe Zelin should find a way to hand it to Francesca, let her try to find out the secret of this torch.

It's just that the wizard warlock might not like this kind of crude appearance.

Before entering, Zelin didn't forget to knock down a dead tree nearby, and the fallen tree trunk happened to be placed on the spire of the church at the other end. There is a lift in the steeple, which must be connected to the second floor of the church below. Although he doesn't think that once he falls, he will get up and come back again, but in case of any problems, it is better than standing there and regretting that he did not push a dead tree to take a shortcut for himself. .

Holding the torch, walked into the gloomy corridor, and walked up the steps. No air movement was felt on the face, indicating that there is no second outlet in this place. Different from the simple wooden pile entrance outside, after walking inside, the surrounding walls are lined with neat masonry, and on the ground, the rectangular bluestone slab is solid and flat. Walking up the steps, it can be judged by the neat walls on both sides of the entrance that this is a rectangular room with bricks and tiles as the main structure, with some recessed arches around it, and there seems to be a white marble coffin lying in it. This world will always build a cemetery near the church. Perhaps it is the habits and beliefs of local residents. If the upper part is a chapel, it is not surprising that there is a large tomb below.

Continue walking inward along the stone road. There must be a road leading to the chapel here. Frid took the little girl to the second floor of the church. Zelin could be sure that the nun did not bring the little girl through the crow village, not the crow village, that can only be this company. The road leading to the street attic.

However, when Zelin stepped into a puddle of slime, he was suddenly startled. The light of the torch illuminates the one-meter-diameter area around him. Although he can't see what's in the darkness inside, he just lowers his head and sees the sticky scarlet fungus blanket on the ground, and he can almost Guess what is in the tomb. Then, as if receiving some signal, a scarlet-rayed eye gradually emerged from the darkness, and the huge flies lying on the ground, sucking the fungus blanket on the ground, raised their heads and looked at them. To the demon hunter who broke into this place.

"Oh..." Zelin glanced across the swarm of flies. "Sorry, did you interrupt your lunch?"

These flies looked very angry, and seemed to want to try the taste of a demon hunter.

Zelin didn't know if his poisonous blood could poison these flies and monsters to death, but he soon understood one thing. These flies, which are covered with gray hair, are very afraid of fire.

"Um... I don't think I will eat barbecue in three months."

The stench of burned flies linger on the tip of his nose. Zelin frowned, covered his mouth, holding a torch in one hand, and leaning against the wall. The flames of the Ignifa Seal were as good as ever, thanks to the fact that it was in a masonry building. Inside, it's just that he also noticed one thing. The flames of the demon hunter can kill these monsters, but the flames are helpless for the fungus blanket on the ground. These things grow on the ground, not only the soil, but also bricks, rocks, and even trees. Perhaps it is true that only the flames that are said to support this world civilization can destroy these things and destroy them together with the things they are attached to.

Going up the stairs, Zelin lightened his steps this time, making no noise as much as possible, avoiding the fungus blanket on the ground, and before the fly monsters spotted him, he shot them through their compound eyes with crossbow arrows from a long distance. Finally, up a spiral staircase on the second floor, he came to a wooden door. Putting his hands on the door, slowly pushing the door open, after walking in, Ze Lin suddenly found that he was already standing in the chapel on the top of the mountain.

There is an acquaintance in the chapel.