The Journey of the Demon Hunter

They gave each other amulets, remembering themselves and their loved ones every time they opened their eyes again, trying to keep their memories. The shards of glass seemed to be covered with water vapor because of the vague memory.

In the depths of Little Lund, they saw Cass who claimed to be the world's serpent, a giant snake with a human head.

They maintained their sanity, relying on the truth that Cass told them, and established the Lundauerhei church.

More and more wandering spirits evading the undead hunters hid in Rondoll. With the help of Lilianne, who is the only one who can proclaim dark miracles, Yulia with a bright mind, the black church began to gradually get on track. Longdal, the kingdom of the soul and the undead.

Frid was practicing swordsmanship, looking at Yulia, who was busy in the distance, and Liliane, who was admired and listened to by many wandering spirits. Lundauer gradually had a settlement, the appearance of a hometown.

The knights hunting ghosts were sent by the Pope. The newly born Rondoll could not resist the attack of the knights. They were surrounded, destroyed, killed by the heroes of the world, and took their souls.

Frid used her swordsmanship to kill many knights, and she attracted more and more enemies to her body. Yulia and Lilianne, as well as the rest of the wandering spirits, hid in the abyss deep in Rondoll.

The exhausted Frid looked at Yulia who finally hid in the darkness. She was knocked down and locked in a cage. She killed too many knights and got too many souls. Her soul can be used as firewood, and she is taken into the fire-passing ritual. She was locked in a cage and thrown into the flames to prevent her from escaping while the flames were burning.

The pain of being burned, the soul being burned, the pain from the depths of the soul.

On the last piece of debris, it seemed to be looking down on everything after death in mid-air. The people of the Green Church dragged the cage out of the flame that became vigorous, and inside, there was still the ashes of Frid after being burned.

"Enough to see..."

Frid's cold voice sounded from behind the demon hunter.

The darkness turned into a whirlpool and disappeared.

"How many do you see?"

Sitting leaning on the white marble place name of the arena, Frid supported her body with one hand, letting the snow fall onto her white shoulders, melted into drops of water by her body temperature, and gradually flowed along her shoulder blades to her chest.

"A lot." Zelin's gaze swept across the nun's upper body. "Almost everything, until the strange-looking world serpent Cass emerged from the darkness of the young Lund." He didn't say everything, he wouldn't tell. Frid, he saw what she looked like after she was burned.

"That's so much..."

Frid slowly pulled up the clothes that had been drooping on the floor, her head lowered, and the ends of her hair blocking her eyes. The next moment, Zelin's vision suddenly swayed, but for a moment, when the demon hunter recovered, his back was already lying on a cold and hard stone slab, his eyes were looking at the sky, and his chest seemed to be kicked. But Frid didn't wear boots or spurs. She was very fast, but it only made the demon hunter who was distracted for a while to lose.

The nun stood up, put on her clothes again, and fastened the rope under her collar.

"You want to go back to Rondall, don't you?"

Zelin patted his breastplate and sat up. Perhaps it was his illusion that after receiving that ray of sparks, Frid's strength and speed increased a lot.

The flames all over the mountains are burning in the blizzard. This snowflake seems to collapse and fall off the paint, and together with the corruption burned to ashes, it falls to the ground, turns into water, seeps into the ground, and re-moisturizes the world. The nun stood on the arena, looking up through the arched wall.

"This is my wish..."

Frid murmured.

"But I can't...The bell has rang, and the ashes will return from the tomb. Hunting the King Xian who is unwilling to return to the throne in order to win the King Xian Xian. The Green Church will notice any ashes walking outside the cemetery... Yulia is at a critical moment, and I can’t affect her because of my trivial wishes..."

"Those who have already spread the fire will be awakened?"

"When the world is in desperate need of firewood, the bell will ring, awakening the princes who have not burned out like the ashes..." Friede bit his lip, "burn it again. On the powerful soul of the prince. There is still flames. If they are afraid of the flames and refuse to return to the furnace, the ashes attracted by the flames will go to hunt them and take the flames and soul of King Salvation."

Frid looked at the flames in her vision, but there was not much loss in her voice after the failed plan.

"It sounds like a piece of meat is hung on the target, and then a group of hounds are released." Zelin made a metaphor. "The power of the target is very strong. He can kill a lot of hounds, but he can't handle so many. There is always a hound. Can bite the meat and return with the target's corpse."

"Yes, just like me." Friede turned her back to him. "You give me the flame, I..." She put a hand on her chest. "I feel filled, I should be sad, but the flame, it Let my soul no longer belong to me, it makes my soul only pursue flames, excited to get every bit of sparks and embers, extremely enriched... When the satisfaction brought by the flames fades, the soul will drive the body and move both. Legs, look for more things that can make it feel satisfied... Just like a hound that can never fill up its stomach, looking for pieces of food that can be swallowed. The road of ashes is full of death, when you can’t get flames. Taking the soul can also make me feel at ease. I am worried that one day I will become a creature that only knows to take the soul and the flame, forget who I am and what I am, and even treat Yulia or Lily for the soul. Annie swings a sword, I can’t leave here, either for me or for my sister’s safety and plans. As a prison, this place is so beautiful."

After Frid said, Zelin walked behind her, "You found your place in Eredel."

"There is no place to avoid the flames. I can't find a place to escape the destruction of the flames, even in Rondall."

"Maybe there are places where you can avoid the flames."

"It's impossible, the flame will affect the entire world." Frid said lightly.

"Sooner or later you will believe it."

"If there is such a place, if you can really tell me that there is such a place, I will definitely ask you to take me there and allow me to tell Yulia the news. But... we thought we had found such a place. , But in fact, it's just a bubble that hasn't been punctured yet."

Zelin didn't say much, "Anyway, it's not the time yet, good luck, do you need me to bring some souvenirs for your sister?"

Frid turned her head, the eyes under the shadow of the hood looked straight at the demon hunter. She was silent for a while, staring blankly in the direction where the demon hunter was. Finally, she slowly said, "If you really You can meet Yulia, or go to Rundauer, please tell them." Frid took off her pendant, and the three sisters reminded each other to remember themselves, the pendant of remuneration memory "Please tell them that I will always love Them."

"Afterallthistime?"

"Always."

Chapter 440 Painting Messenger

"I'll bring you there." Walking to the edge of the arena, Zelin finally said to Frid. "If you want to believe me, leave Eredel and wait for the undead settlement outside Losric. I I will tell you what a world without fire looks like."

"This... this is impossible."

Frid lowered his head, and the cold wind blew the tips of his hair from his hood. "Even as far away as Dolan Gureg, flames are affecting everything. Whoever can escape from this world, no matter where it is, I thought it was hope. The place... has been shattered many times."

"The choice is yours."

Zelin could not say too much to Frid. She was the founder of the Black Church. The main **** Lloyd worshipped by Eredel’s White Church seemed to still be alive. The demon hunter still remembers the first time he stepped on What the warlock told him when he entered the portal. No one knows what people in one world would think about knowing that there is another world with rich resources around them.

"If you are willing to believe it again, just come to the immortal settlement alone, and then I will show you what you expect."

After that, Zelin retracted his gaze and looked down the cliff at the edge of the arena. This place is like a broken bridge, and the sawtooth-like fractures seem to have broken the bridge from the middle. There was darkness below, and the priest told the demon hunter to jump from here. He had no reason to lie to him. After all, this is the world in the painting. No matter what happens, Zelin won't be surprised.

Closing his eyes, the demon hunter wondered what his friend in Rome would do when he encountered the same situation. He opened his arms and imagined the appearance of an eagle, and then jumped down.

He descended, kept descending, the sound of the wind whistling in his ears, and the violent cold wind cut his cheeks. He kept falling. He closed his eyes and felt that he had fallen for a long time.

According to the height of the arena, he should have fallen to the ground long ago. But he didn't feel the touch of falling to the ground. The space seemed to be stretched. He kept falling. I don't know when, the whistling wind in his ear disappeared. Zelin felt like he had fallen gently on a layer of water. Then, he slowly crossed the surface of the water and was gradually submerged by the water.

Slap——————

He fell to the ground covered with a red carpet.

The cold air disappeared. Even with a layer of carpet, falling face down on the bluestone floor is not an easy thing. The cold air in the ground permeated through the hard slate, Zelin slowly stood up, moved his jointed arms, and looked at this huge palace-like place. Even if it's just a palace, it seems too tall here. The cold brilliance spread in through a vertical window more than five meters high on one side. With the help of the bright moonlight, Zelin visually observed that the top of the palace was at least almost 20 meters above the ground. It was just opposite him and at the other end of the palace. The statue hidden in the shadow is more than ten meters high.

If this is a high-rise palace, Zelin would only be impressed by the superb construction technology here, which can build such a high-rise building. But this building is obviously nothing more than a gallery corridor.

The demon hunter turned around, and saw a picture scroll that looked the same as the one he saw when he was in the Youxian Church. Compared with the five-meter-long picture scroll, the picture of the Youxian Church looked like one. Than shrink imitations. Although under the moonlight, the scroll looks different in some details from Zelin's memory, but roughly speaking, whether it is a suspension bridge or a church in the distance, everything gives people a feeling of deja vu.

After taking a few more glances, Zelin withdrew his gaze. He began to think about another important thing. Looking through the vertical window on one side, the majestic city cut from white marble is shrouded in the bright moonlight. Walking on the promenade, the footsteps of demon hunters echoed in the empty palace.

There is no one here. Zelin originally thought it was another Losric, or a similar city. After all, there is more than just Losric in this world, and the royal cities of other countries can also be qualified to build such a majestic and huge. Maybe he will be in trouble, there will be guards interrogating him about his origins, maybe he will be interrogated, maybe the white oath of the world in the painting and the emblem of the chief priest of Losric can save him from prison.

But there is no one here.

Empty.