The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin had seen this name, and it was on the tombstone outside the quiet church. This is the real Frid, as they said, Ashes will gradually wake up after the bell rings, or is it just a person with the same name?

The demon hunter does not know.

"No, no! She definitely can't go in! Don't let the people of Rondall endanger Miss! They will ruin Eredel!"

The old knight Gail shouted in despair. He almost subconsciously turned around and ran towards Sister Frid, so the black knight gave up on Zelin and swung his sword to Gail's knee. Unprepared for Gail, blood spurted from his broken knee in a flash. But this gave Zelin an opportunity.

Salto.

The demon hunter has a set of swordsmanship combos.

He took three steps forward and made a round and a half. When the black knight returned to the defense, he did not notice that it was a feint. Zelin jumped up, a forward somersault, avoiding the blades that had been drawn, and squatting halfway behind the enemy when he landed. His sword drew an arc, and the opponent's turning back and slashing force was easily removed, and the quick turn made the enemy's power more used on his legs rather than on his wrists. But for the demon hunter, this kind of maneuver attack is just commonplace. Zelin attacked against the opponent's sword, using the force of turning sideways to make a powerful blow.

The first hit was on the arm, and the second hit was precisely on the knight's wrist. The latter used the hilt to parry the sword, so the knight's weapon was undoubtedly bounced off. After the long sword burning with black flame was released, the flame on it disappeared. The rotating long sword made a whistling in the air. Lie down on the broken carpet with a trembling sound.

Before the long sword that was released from his hand fell, the ebony blade pierced the black knight's breastplate like a piece of paper, passed through his body, and lifted the cloak behind him. The knight wanted to reach out and grab the demon hunter. Zelin raised his leg to press the knight's waist, grasped the hilt with both hands, pulled the blade out of him, and kicked him to the ground.

"Are you okay?"

Zelin asked Gail, who was lying on the ground and unable to stand up.

"Leave me alone! Block her, block her!" Gale stretched out his hand in the direction of the picture scroll. Several people in white robes there all fell to the ground, and the blood shed all over the floor. Sister Frid stood in front of the picture scroll. She pierced the black flame-burning sword on the frame of the picture scroll. In an instant, an oil painting-like snow scene followed The flames began to crack and twist.

Chapter 422 The Ashes of Aldrian

"She is just burning a painting."

Zelin shook the ebony blade in his hand. He squatted down beside Gail, and the blood from the black knight ran down the blade to the ground. Hei Yan, who was licking the scroll, was devouring a forest of ice crystals on the screen at a speed visible to the naked eye. The edge of the picture scroll is a canyon full of snow. The two ends of the canyon are connected by a rope boardwalk. At the end, the old and quiet chapel on the top of the mountain is dimming, scorched, and cracked under the black dormitory. Eventually turning into fly ash.

"No, that's the gateway to Eredel!"

"What?"

Zelin stared at Sister Frid, who was standing in front of the scroll and waiting for the scroll to burn. The corner of the nun's mouth was slightly raised, she seemed to be looking at the only demon hunter who could still stand in the room. "Is this a hidden portal?"

He had heard that some warlocks would hide their teleportation channels as statues or apply illusions like scrolls and walls. That is a four-dimensional illusion spell that has been researched in the past thirty years. It can even create a pile of food with illusions, just like Francesca did in the castle. It is not only a three-dimensional appearance, but also a combination of it. Corresponding smell. Maybe the magicians of this world will also use illusions or things like paintings and calligraphy to hide their secrets.

"This is a picture of Master Eremias, and the lady is in it. This woman is from the Longdorhe church." Gail raised his finger and pointed at the nun who was calmly waiting for the picture to be burned. "The master is no longer there." , Miss is unarmed in Eredel, the people of Rondall will only destroy it. Please help me stop her!"

"You can't help him, knight." Sister Frid's voice was as cold and clear as ice cubes, and it was out of sync with the continuous crackling of the surrounding flames burning wood. "Thank you for following, Vihle, may Master Cass, bless you to break free from God's shackles."

"I am willing to follow you with my life, Master Frid." Vihle, who was pierced by Zellin's chest, struggled to get up, he covered his chest with one hand and rested on the ground with the other. Zelin must have done him a lot of harm. He stood up swayingly, looking like he was about to fall down the next moment, but Vihler still stood up. "Please rest assured to enter the painting, I will use Block them with all your strength until they die." He drew out the short sword hidden at his waist, threw away the helmet, revealing the face like a living corpse below, and stared fiercely at Zelin. In this room, only he can have it. Mobility, to stop Frid.

Zelin glanced at the Vehler knight who was about to rush up, and then looked at Sister Frid who had turned her back to them and faced nearly half of the scroll.

"Tell me, Gail, if I get to Eredel, how do I get back?"

He must know how to walk into the painting, where he will go, and how to get back. He must not miss the portal, Francesca said, the telescope that can communicate with him across another world, she has not contacted Zelin so far. Besides, Zelin doesn't know much about the world. He hasn't found a map or the like so far. If he teleports to the uninhabited wilderness, he will definitely get lost.

"When you arrive at Eredel, go find the only priest, and he will help you leave." The Gaelic Knight took out a badge and pressed it in Zelin's hand. This badge is similar to the Youth Pledge, but it is not the Youth Pledge. "Whether you have heard of the White Pledge or not, the local villagers will help you with it. Don’t be surprised by them.” He wanted to stand up. , But his chopped knee made him helpless for the time being. "Go ahead and warn the priest and lady...oh no! She's in! Go and stop her!"

I saw Sister Frid put her hand on the unburnt picture scroll, and the place where the picture scroll was touched suddenly burst out with a dazzling white light. The nun's hand seemed to be pulled by something, and it didn't get into the place of the wrist. As the contact area increases, the halo on the scroll becomes brighter and larger, and the area gradually becomes able to fully include a person. Frid's arms seemed to be sucked in together. Just looking at it, Zelin could imagine how strong this attraction was.

"Please, don't let her hurt Miss."

Gail begged.

"Well, listen, your lady had better pay me enough money."

"No less than you think, knight."

Zelin shook his fist hard, he took a sip, stood up and ran to the nun who was sucked into the painting. The demon hunter couldn’t think of anything other than sucking to describe the situation in front of him. The upper half of the nun’s body was drawn into the painting, and the attraction was almost strong enough to make her body appear perpendicular to the scroll hanging on the wall. In the blink of an eye, Frid only left half of his body outside.

Wihle rushed towards Zelin with his dagger without a word. He ran for two steps and then fell to the ground. Gail suddenly violently threw him to the ground. The old knight with white beard exploded as much power as Vihle. The two of them bumped into each other, rolled over, knocked down the candlestick at the corner of the room, and knocked over. Wooden table full of candles. Vihle just broke free, then he was pushed by Gail and smashed a wooden bench. Gal grabbed the shattered wood from the ground and used the sharp end as a dagger to fight the enemy.

Frid had only his calf outside the scroll, and only half of the cliff was burnt. The rope bridge connecting the cliffs was gradually black and shattered under the engulf of flames. Zelin reached out and grabbed Frid's ankle. The next moment, the pulling force from his arm made him think that his arm would be dislocated because of this, causing his shoulder joint to crackle. Then, the bright golden light filled the demon hunter. Sight.

A few seconds later, the figure of the demon hunter was sucked into the picture with the nun.

The battle on the ground came to an end.

The burning fly ash from the scroll was flying in the room against the heat wave, the white light on the scroll disappeared, and the flames blackened the wall on which the scroll was hung. Only a dead tree covered with snow was left on the scroll in flames. Struggling, Gail crawled from the ground, ignoring the heat wave and sparks scorching his snow-white beard and the blood-stained sideburns. He climbed up to the scroll, and before the black flame swallowed the last rock on the scroll, he firmly grasped the lower corner of the scroll and tore it off.

Fire and ashes enveloped the entire room. Gail knelt on the ground, carefully wrapped the last unburnt corner of the scroll, and put it in his arms.

"You must be safe, miss..."

In the church outside the room, a stream of black mud poured out from the deepest underground.

Chapter 423: The World of Eredel's Painting

Light, there was only a dazzling white light in Zelin's sight.

Everything is stretched, he still has a sense of touch, and he can feel the temperature and touch. He was dragged by the things in the picture scroll, as if he was flying, and kept moving forward. But Zelin couldn’t feel the time. He didn’t know how long he had spent in this light. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that a period of time had passed, but he felt that he had only entered the picture scroll a moment ago, but only after a few moments. Only seconds. His thinking seemed to have stagnated, and he couldn't concentrate on thinking about anything, which made Zelin very uncomfortable. Fortunately, all this ended before he felt uncomfortable like a warlock's portal.

In just an instant, the light was replaced by endless darkness. The traction disappeared in a moment, and the sudden loss of light made Ze Lin seem to be temporarily blind. He felt that he was falling from a high altitude, falling quickly. Even in armor, the demon hunter can still feel the biting cold wind on his body and cheeks like a sharp knife. Compared with the high temperature in the scroll room, this cold wind caused him to fight a cold war.

Gradually, the line of sight was restored, and the demon hunter's adaptability was much better than that of ordinary people. He tried his best to dilate his pupils to see the surrounding situation as quickly as possible. After the demon hunter mutated, the control of his nerves helped him, just as he could slow down his heartbeat and control adrenaline, one of the skills that the same demon hunter can master in the dark as soon as possible without the help of cat potions. After all, in most cases, monsters will not light fuel lamps and candles in their lairs and wait for hunters to come. Sometimes fighting with humans in the dark can also gain environmental advantages. The latter is used by the cat school demon hunters most of the time. That's great.

Afterwards, he felt that he fell on a wooden board covered with a little snow. There were two falling sounds, and Zelin heard the creaking of the planks and ropes when they swayed.

Taking a deep breath, the rapidly changing scene in front of him stabilized, and Zelin found himself lying on a sling bridge. Looking towards the end of the suspension bridge, a familiar chapel is located on the hillside opposite the gorge on the opposite side. Familiar, very familiar, whether it is this canyon or a suspension bridge, or a chapel that reveals an elegant atmosphere. This is not a tranceful sense of familiarity, nor is it the same as someone thought he had dreamed of a certain place and time. The suspension bridge, cliff and church were exactly as they were in the picture scroll. Even the rocks at the end and the few bare trees standing beside the suspension bridge, Zelin indeed came to the world in the picture scroll, everything looked exactly the same.

Except for the other side of the rope bridge, Sister Frid who just stood up.

"Oh~ I don't seem to be lost."

Zelin moved his shoulders and arms, and drew the Master Griffin Steel Sword from behind. The ebony blade hung safely beside the crossbow behind him. Below it was a bottomless cliff. Only this rickety suspension bridge connected the two sides of the cliff. Looking into the distance, you can see the outlines of the mountains in the snow and fog in the distance. The wind and snow were swaying, and the demon hunter stared at Sister Frid in front of her. Her weapon was left on the wall of the scroll. Although she had no weapon in her hand at this time, there was always nothing wrong with being cautious.

"Let's end it all, I guess, what happened in Youxian Church is related to you, right, Frid?" The demon hunter narrowed his eyes and looked at the nun who was still calm in front of him. "I'm in Youxie." When the church sees your tombstone, you are the one who crawled out of the tomb? That bell can really make the dead climb out of the tomb?"

"If you had come to the cemetery earlier, I might not have found the clothes of sinners that could cover up, inhumane people."

Frid stepped on the snow on the bridge, with one hand on the edge of the nun’s hood, and the other hand stroking the hemp rope on the side of the sling bridge. "You are neither ashes, but without a soul." , Who are you and where do you come from?"

"You asked one less question than the professor at the Faculty of Philosophy in Osenfurt." Zelin cast aside his lips. "Maybe I should give you to the church here, or your head. You have ruined the Youxian Church, you It's impossible to ruin this place anymore."

Sister Frid smiled lightly. "As for commission and reward, what kind of expression will the **** who yoke the world see when he sees you?" She retracted her hand on the rope. "A madman holds his own righteousness." Capture the fugitives and expose the things that are not visible. They carry the chains but don't know them. They usually don't realize that they will not know when the retribution will come. Will you notice the chains, if you can survive?"

Suddenly, Fred's figure gradually faded, and in the blink of an eye, the figure of the nun disappeared in front of the demon hunter.

Zelin squinted his eyes, squeezed the sword in his hand, and carefully stared at the direction where Frid disappeared. His left hand formed the appearance of the Kunen Fa Seal, and his exhaled breath turned into white mist the moment he was exposed to the cold wind. The demon hunter's gaze shifted downward, and there was a little snow on the sling bridge. Perhaps Frid’s bare feet could make her almost silent when she walks, but as long as she approaches Zelin, she will inevitably leave on the snow. Footprints, if the spell she used was really just invisibility or illusion. Besides, this rope bridge is very narrow, only one person can walk in one direction, but if she is invisible, she can't suddenly go around behind Zelin to launch an attack.

But is she ready to attack, or is she about to run away?

Most parts of this world have a large height difference, which is dangerous for demon hunters, but it is equally dangerous for others.

He carefully adjusted his steps and position, watching and listening carefully.