The Journey of the Demon Hunter

A purple light flashed, and Sullivan drew a second sword with his backhand. The archbishop's head, which was deformed due to obesity, flew upside down, fell off the river bank and rolled onto the mud. Sullivan drew out the big sword, he was holding the big sword in one hand, and a fierce flame erupted from the sword, and the blood on it was evaporated in an instant.

"It's just the remnants of the times."

Behind him, stepping on a pile of corpses, Onstein, who was stepping on the blood of the betrayer, was walking towards Sullivan step by step. The Lion Face Rider was silent, but the thunder light on the sword and spear had already indicated his attitude.

"I can't fail."

Sullivan swung his swords towards Onstein.

Only in the shadow next to him, there seemed to be another vague figure of Saliwan coming out of his body and faintly disappearing into the air.

Chapter 457 Dying Struggle

He helped Gwendelin to land on a relatively safe and remote platform in Irushiel, and the flying dragon carrying them raised their heads and howled, flapping their wings and flying back to the sky again. This is a relatively remote place, but even so, you can hear the sound of lightning cracking in the city of Irushiel.

Three flying dragons are flying in the sky, and their mouths are breathing high-temperature flames. They hover in the air. The flames ignited many houses. The low wooden houses near the towering stone buildings, and the trees on the roadside turned into blood red and gold. The pillar of fire, brighter than the street lamp, illuminates the city under the clouds, the dark shadows dance under the firelight, and the bright white marble floor becomes even more dazzling under the light of the fire.

Before the bishops of the secluded church were still praising Aldrich for the excitement of eating, Sullivan introduced them to the city of Irúsile and allowed them to devour every living person in the city. Only now, their excited praise has turned into painful wailing. Those knights who were twisted into beasts by Salivan’s magic are like puppets, still loyal to the Pope’s orders. Some surviving knights in human form don’t know where to find their bows and arrows to the flying dragon flying in the sky. Shooting.

An ancient flying dragon was enraged. It swooped down with a rain of arrows. It opened its big mouth. The pillar of fire formed by the flames traversed hundreds of meters along the main road of Irushiel. The broken arrows turned into fireballs. Falling on a nearby building, Ilu Xier in the sea of ​​fire was illuminated like daylight.

Some priests hid in the houses, hoping to avoid the flames falling from the sky, and some priests tried to climb to the roof and used fireballs shot into the sky to deal with flying dragons. But without exception, the flying dragon that was swooping down was caught and thrown into the air with its claws, or it was directly turned into fly ash by flames.

Only the broken walls and foundations of Janor Lund’s church were left. The huge church was shattered by the explosion. Silt was seeping out of the broken low walls. It was just the same as the one that could fill up a bridge when entering Irushiel. Compared with the size, the current Eldridge is only the size of a room, and the black worms wriggling in it show a clear outline in the thin black mud.

The black mud swallows any creature that can be seen around, whether it is the bishop who loyally followed him to this place, or even the knight who was supposed to guard the king's city. It devours everything to recover from its injuries. The flames that have not been extinguished are still burning around the body. The flames sprayed by the two flying dragons make the mud keep burning, while the black mud on the ground is helpless to the flying dragons in the sky.

Not to mention the thunder gun that fell from the sky.

Aldridge struggled, it kept looking for anything it could devour. From time to time, the flying dragon flew over it to breathe fire, or swooped into Irushiel, attacking the chaotic priest. The Thunder Spear of the Nameless King kept destroying the body of the faint saint from the edge, and the black mud could repair its injuries, but in the same way, it could not die like a normal one.

Aldridge, who was torn a little bit, trying to swallow the gods, would not have thought that one day he would also experience the pain of being chewed up.

The black mud rolled and provoked, but the nameless king in the sky did not come down, but was silent, letting one after another thunder gun slam on Aldrich's body.

The mud climbed up to the institutional stairs on the edge of the cathedral square. He had to climb to the stairs and then return to Irushiel. There are many buildings and sewers, so he can hide in. If Wuming wants to kill him, he must follow up. On the ground, he still has the possibility of fighting.

Must climb in.

The place where Aldridge climbed was covered with remnants of black mud. The black mud was burning, and there seemed to be a road with flames formed on the steps of the cathedral. Burst Light

Must climb in.

The mud squirmed, across the square in front of the church, and lightning struck the ground, splashing a piece of stone chips and mud. Slowly, Aldridge finally climbed to the front of the agency ladder. There are many devoured priests in the black mud. These obese priests have not yet awakened from the joy of breaking into Lengyu Valley and eating wildly, they were swallowed by the masters they followed. The blood of the devoured still remains on the corpses of some priests who were blown away by lightning along with the mud.

I don’t know if the Deep Sea Era will come, but what is certain is that these people will not even see a new day.

Relying on the power provided by devouring these believers, the mysterious saint successfully climbed to a place not far from the ladder of the agency. The mud wrapped the upper push rod, and wanted to turn the push plate to lower the stairs. As long as it descends to Irushiel, it can hide in the dark and avoid the unknown soldiers in the sky.

Also find the Sullivan who deceived him!

Sullivan told him that Yanorlund was already an empty city, and there was only one weak Gwendelin who could be easily swallowed. The Dark Moon God is indeed weak, and Yanorrond’s defense is indeed empty, but the unknown soldier in the sky with the dragon is like King Gwen alive.

Saliwan must have betrayed him!

Looking at the rocker being pushed, the mysterious saint seemed to have begun to consider the plan after hiding in Irushiel. Look for opportunities, swallow more people, more creatures, regain strength, and then find a way to deal with those who betrayed him, listening to the screams and tremors, swallowing these betrayers.

Only in the next moment, the dazzling thunder light suddenly eclipsed Irushiel's flames.

In the shining thunder, the lightning turned into a spear, and the towering cylindrical staircase that connects Yilu Xier down by Janor Lund was pierced in from the middle, accompanied by a deafening blast, huge cracks from both sides It spreads at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the beginning, the upper stairs were not able to bear enough, and they began to collapse and collapse. As the cracks spread downwards, the entire ladder began to collapse from top to bottom. The crushed rocks fell like a storm into the town below, and the huge stones will be one after another. The house fell down. When the cracks spread to half of the place, the stairs finally couldn't bear it. Accompanied by the harsh sound of stones rubbing, the upper half of the stairs turned into countless rubble, mixed with broken steps that can still be seen, like Like a falling meteorite, it hit the ground.

The frightened Aldridge fell to the ground along with the remains of these rocks. He tried to catch anything that could prevent him from falling, but unfortunately, there is no such place in the air. He can only watch him fall from a height of tens of meters, and the dust is blocked by splashes. , But getting closer and closer to the hard ground.

In the minds of many living creatures in Irushiel, the voice of Aldridge's huge and bloated soul sounded.

Saliwan! You count me!

In the end, he ushered in another thunder gun that completely nailed him to the ground.

Chapter 458: The Essence of Magic

Staggering footsteps echoed in the empty streets.

Elu Xier behind has fallen into flames. If it were normal times, such a flame would never be able to burn, and there is no such thing as a fire in Ilu Xier in Lengyugu. But now, the entire city has almost become empty. The residents of the city are either swallowed by Aldridge or eaten by the bishop of the secluded church that follows.

Sullivan gave the entire Eldridge as a meeting gift to Aldridge and the Youxie Church. After the pope knights who had kept Eldridge safe were turned into beast knights, the unprotected residents were in front of them. It was just a Chinese meal for Aldridge and the bishop.

However, compared with the previous pope, the robe on Sullivan's body became very damaged at this time. He covered his left waist with one hand, and the red robe stained with blood was oozing out and gradually spread.

After only a few seconds of being bewildered by the illusion, Onstein saw through Saliwan's blindfold. Fortunately, he is a magician, a magician who is proficient in magic. With the help of invisibility magic, Onstein's first hit did not directly hit, but even so, the dragon hunter's attack still scratched his side.

Several pope knights appeared on the main road leading to the cathedral, blocking Unstein. They either held long swords that exuded cold, or held torture racks that burned with flames. Facing the dragon hunter who walked quickly, these knights had no expression on their faces, just as they did when they were sitting and watching the Irushi people who were being eaten by the bishop of the secluded church. It is not that they are fearless. Under the eyes of the pope, they have become puppets or beasts.

"Kill him."

Saliwan staggered past these knights and ordered them casually.

Beast knights approached Wengstein, one of which was the largest, pulling a huge mace on its forelimbs, like a dog warrior pushing away the two wolf-shaped beast knights in front of Wengstein. As it moved, the ground illuminated by the fire was covered with a thin layer of frost. It seemed to be a demonstration, struggling to hit the ground, the white marble slab was smashed into cracks under the hammer's impact, and crushed stones and ice **** splashed together.

Bordeaux in the Cold Rift Valley.

A powerful knight. If nothing happens, it should now be leading the Beast Rider to Losric under Saliwan's order to seize control of the Holy City of Firepassing. But now, Sullivan was very thankful that he did not leave and sent these beast knights out to conquer.

Without turning his head or stopping, Saliwan pounced on the door of the cathedral and pushed it open. When he walked into the cathedral and the door was not closed, he heard the screams of the beast knights dying outside.

But in any case, he is still alive.

As long as he is alive, he can win.

Holding the backs of the benches on both sides of the Irushiel church, Saliwan slowly walked towards where he was going. Behind the cathedral, he can find a secret way to escape here. He must live. His ambition has not been completed. He has to hide elsewhere, even in the capital of sin. Since it is impossible to extinguish the fire-transmitting sacrificial ground Flame, then find a way to seize the fire of sin karma.

"You look really embarrassed, my beloved Pope."

Sullivan did not know the strange man who appeared in the church.

But he knew another figure, who appeared in the shadow at the top of the passage behind the church.

"Rebellious thief!"

The statues of the knight guards on both sides blocked most of Gwendelin's figure, its face appeared from the shadow, and its pair of slender white arms, the dark moon scepter was shining a purple light in its hand.

Since the dark moon's strength and body have gradually weakened, this scepter has been placed as a representative of authority in the cathedral of the Ilu Silqing Church. This was Sullivan’s suggestion for Gwendelin to put down his staff, but it now appears that the staff was preserved after the fall of Yanorrond.

Gwendelin didn't say much, but even if he was deeply hidden in the shadows and his face was hidden by the sun headdress, anyone could feel the chill of Dark Moon. Gwendelin is a god, but even if a **** is deceived and betrayed by the most trusted person, no matter how kind people--or gods--cannot be indifferent to it.

"Who are you?"