The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Gwendelin stretched out Zelin's shoulders with both hands and lay on the back of the demon hunter. It lifted its cheek with the sun headdress, and silently gestured in the direction where Sullivan was.

The stout soul shot blasted at the careerist who was standing on the heights. The space there is very narrow, and it may be possible for Gwendelin to stay on top, but it is not suitable for Sullivan's body over two meters. He had nowhere to dodge, so he had to jump off, and the magic gun hit the statue behind, blowing the statue's head and chest into gravel together.

"You are very smart, Sullivan."

Zelin stared at the pope's scratched leg. The blood flowing there had begun to turn purple. Greirat was right. These flying knives were smeared with poison.

The demon hunter set up his sword and looked at this opponent who was enough to impress him. Although a magician, Salivan's swordsmanship is not inferior to the level of any sword master.

"But you end here."

Following the voice, the door behind Zelin collapsed, and the figure of Dragon Hunter Wengstein appeared in the dust splashed from the collapse of the door panel. Behind, the corpses of countless beasts fighting knights and pope knights turned into puppets filled the streets of Ilusil, extending from the end to the church gate.

In front of the door, a pierced pope knight was still struggling, crawling from the ground trying to slash at Onstein's leg with a knife, but the lion face knight did not look back, he just turned the sword and spear that opened the door back. Flicked, the head of the pope knight flew upside down.

In the sky, you can still see flying dragons, but there is no longer any counterattack to the sky on the ground. Two ancient flying dragons flew to the roof, used their front paws to open the stone tile roof and stretched their heads, like a cat catching a mouse. Similarly, the Bishop of the Youmei Church, who was trembling in the house, bit and grabbed it, and threw it into the air.

The bishop in a house tried to fight back, and the enraged flying dragon shot directly from the hole in the roof with a burst of flames. The sealed room seemed to be propped open by flames, directly pushing open the broken sealed doors and windows, and pouring out from the inside. A few seconds later, a burning object jumped out of the window on the second floor, and it rolled on the ground for a few times and disappeared.

Saliwan stepped back slightly.

But there was no frustration on his face.

"You ruined my plan twice..."

The Pope stared at the Demon Hunter and Onstein who were approaching him.

"But I won't die here!"

The wall behind Saliwan suddenly opened. In an instant, Zelin remembered what he saw when he was standing on the square outside the church of Janor Lund. Aldridge passed through the church and entered the back passage, and then followed the passage into Janor Lund. The place where Salivan fell was not a dead end, but another way out of the church.

"This is my escape route!"

The pope turned his head and ran towards the open passage.

However, the Demon Hunter did not catch up, and Onstein seemed indifferent to it.

"Qing... why don't you pursue this enemy?"

Gwendelin asked, lying in Zelin's ear.

"Saliwan thinks he is very smart." Zelin said to Dark Moon lying on his back, "but he shouldn't treat everyone as a fool."

Zelin waved his hand violently, and the air current from Alderfayin blew away the moon dust powder on the ground, and the church was instantly filled with these pale silver floating objects. In the light of the fire, the dust of the moon fluttered, reflecting a faint silver light. In this silver light, the moon dust on the side of the church gradually gathered together, drawing a tall outline, a figure advancing in the opposite direction from the passage where Saliwan escaped in front of him.

The moment the figure appeared, Onstein’s sword and spear pierced like lightning, and the arc-carrying spear only made people see a phantom, but in the blink of an eye, the spear also carried the pierced figure and pierced fiercely. Into the stone wall.

Sullivan was so seriously injured that he could not maintain his invisibility magic and gradually lost his camouflage. He held the sword and spear that pierced his chest in both hands and stared at his chest with wide eyes. The sin karma sword fell from his hands and fell weakly to the ground. As for the other side, the escaping clone also lost its strength support and gradually drifted into the air.

"The same way cannot succeed twice at the same time."

Ze Lin said lightly, he walked over and picked up the big sword that fell on the ground.

The Great Sword of Sin Karma is so big that it is not suitable for wielding by demon hunters.

But Gnaiya would like this weapon.

As for Sullivan, the demon hunter did not visit him again. The fire of ambition that burned in his eyes gradually dimmed with the passing of life, and his huge ambition and his pierced heart died in Irushiel's church.

Chapter 461: Returning

Ilu Xier, who was caught in the flames, finally calmed down.

Led by Sullivan's ambitions, the cannibals who swept into the Lengyu Valley eventually turned into ashes under the thunder and flames.

The demon hunter supported Gwendelin and stood on the square in Irushiel, looking at the flying dragon circling in the sky. The Unknown King stood on the back of his flying dragon comrades, looking down at his surviving relatives. From the beginning to the present, Wuming said nothing, he just looked at Gwendelin.

The cries of flying dragons echoed in the sky.

"Brother..."

Gwendelin murmured.

The flying dragons hovered a few times in the sky above Irushiel, and then they flapped their wings and flew towards the top of the ancient dragon. The Nameless King looked at Gwendelin at last until he was so far away that he could only see three black spots in the sky. Onstein also didn't say much, he followed the nameless king and returned to the top of the ancient dragon together.

"Brother still refuses to forgive..."

"No." Zelin said to the deep dark moon, "I think he may never blame you."

"Why did Qing say this?" Gwendelin asked.

"Feelings don't need too many words and no oaths. All it needs is action." Zelin said to Gwendelin. "When he heard that you were in danger, he came back without hesitation. If so. This can't be talked about hurting and caring, I think there is nothing in this world that can express this kind of caring feelings."

Gwendelin was silent for a while.

"...Qing's words are extremely true." The corner of his mouth under the sun's headwear evokes a smiling arc. "This is my luck, and I can meet Qing in Yanorlund."

"I will never forget this experience."

Aldridge's body is still lying in the pile of rocks, but for the world, the only thing he has contributed to is the corpse. Just like every Ashes of Hunter King can know, if King Xian refuses to return to the throne, just bring Chai Xin back.

Aldridge swallowed the soul contained in the corpses of unknown creatures enough to be used as new firewood and burned in the fire. Even if it wasn't enough, plus Sullivan, might be able to continue the initial fire as the flames gradually extinguished.

The thin Gwendelin sat on the ground, its lower body almost completely ruined. Its spirit is very bad, but after undergoing such torture, Gwendelin can still stay awake enough to make Zelin admire.

"Qing... can you find some clothes and cloaks for me."

After hesitating for a while, Dark Moon said, "I can't show people with such an ugly appearance." Looking at the demon hunter's puzzled expression, the corner of her mouth under Gwendelin's headgear was drawn from a self-deprecating angle. "Such a deformed and ugly body, just not Make fun of me."

Seeing Gwendelin's unspeakable appearance, the demon hunter didn't ask much. Although he is very curious, sometimes it is better to ask less.

"Actually, you are much more beautiful than some of the goddesses I have seen and the ladies who claim to be quite beautiful to the goddess. But since Yoer Shika calls you the elder brother, then it seems that I call you a goddess. Not appropriate."

Zelin found a white robe that was still visible from the dead bodies nearby. Almost all the trees on both sides of the Irushir road were burned down, leaving the charred trunks with a little black smoke. The only ones who survived the flames were the statues blackened by the smoke. On the statue, Zelin vaguely saw that there was no snake body under the carved Gewendelin, but like a normal person, he could see the legs in the boots.

In fact, the only similarity between these statues and real people is only the upper body.

"Why does Qing care about this..." Gwendelin took over the clothes. The clothing worn by most people in Irushiel is decorated with blue silk and white gauze, which may have something to do with their belief in the dark moon. It took off the mud-stained clothes on its body and threw it to the ground beside it. At this time, Zelin noticed that Gwendelin had turned into a pale snake tail from the waist down, and the snake tail gradually separated. There are several forks.

Compared with its elder brother, the eldest son of the sun, no one can regard Gwendelin and him as relatives only from the appearance. To be precise, the nameless king is still human, but Gwendelin cannot regard it as a human in any case. Come and see. They have the same father, Sun King Ge Wen. The only explanation is that they are not the same mother, and considering the half-dragon girl whom Gwendelin called her younger sister, Zelin has reason to suspect that there is definitely something in it.

It's just that this is someone else's family affair, so he can think about it in his heart at most.

"It's meaningless to consider me as ordinary people. It's okay for Qing to call me a goddess..." With the rustling of clothes, Gwendelin said softly. Just like my father Ge Wen, or my elder brother, can he support the important task of maintaining the flames. How can such a weak and ugly body be shown to others..."

"But actually, I don't feel anything ugly at all."

Zelin shrugged.