The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Just wait for a while...

As long as it can hold...

It felt something cold and **** its back.

When I don't know how many times the old trick was repeated, its back hit a hard wall.

The surrounding phantom corridor was swaying and trembling like an earthquake. The surrounding walls began to peel off, like air-dried paint, which was peeling off one by one. Soon, the phantom corridor dissipated in front of Gwendelin. The pitted cathedral, bombarded by magic, appeared in front of him.

The handrail fences on both sides of the church are smashed, and the wood that has not been completely broken is hung on the high place. The original neat floor tiles seem to be hit hard by a giant with a hammer, and the walls are covered with splashes. The black mud, that was the part that collapsed after being hit by magic, and some human stumps and muddy water were glued to the wall. The candles on the two huge hanging lamps on the top of the church had already been extinguished, and a large piece of stuff that was wrapped in black mud and unknown to what was hung on it, swaying slightly along with the chandeliers.

The church was devastated, and the big candles that were shot down were still bubbling with unburned black smoke, and were eventually swallowed by the sludge gushing along with the black smoke.

Its power can no longer sustain the illusion.

The muddy Aldridge covered the entire church, still staying where it was when it first broke in, and slowly squeezed in through the slender corridor connecting the auditorium at the rear.

Gwendelin waved her cane again.

But everything around has not changed.

Tired sweat could not stop sliding down the sharp chin of the Dark Moon God, its body seemed to be soaked in water, the wall leaning against it was so cold, and the crescent moon above Lengyu Valley was as bright as ever.

The arrow made of moonlight flew towards Aldridge, and the arrow continued to hit the mud. The movement of the mysterious saint is very slow, not exhausted like Gwendelin, it seems to be enjoying, enjoying this inevitable victory, just like the last bit of psychological preparation before eating food, whether it is recalled How much time I took to get this food, I still thank the gods who don’t know where to give it this coming enjoyment.

Looking at the mud that was getting closer and closer, Gwendelin was silent, and the silent arrow continued to stick in the creeping mud. Gradually, the mud poured through the passage and into the chapel behind. The mud did not directly rush to Gwendelin, but slowly, filling every corner of the neighborhood, gradually moving closer to the dark moon, which was leaning against the wall in a fan shape, eroding the remaining space.

One meter, another meter, approaching like a countdown.

Feel the joy of eating.

Do you feel it, Gwendelin.

Moonlight arrows continued to attack the tentacles protruding from the black mud, and Aldridge surrounded it like a dying mouse, and surrounded Gwendelin, who seemed to tighten her lips due to suffering.

Will you not give up? Where is your hope?

You ruined part of my body.

As a reward, I will let you watch how you are eaten.

Stay sane.

Before swallowing your head, I will let you look at yourself and be swallowed bit by bit.

The spellcasting movement in the hands of the lady in white did not stop at all. Its spellcasting movement has lost its shape due to fatigue, and the light of the moonlight arrow is dimmed, like a bright moon being shaded by dark clouds. The arrow hit the worm in the black mud, like a stone thrown into a pond, without even a few ripples.

There was almost no meaning to attack, Greendelin was expressionless, as if he hadn't heard Aldridge's intimidation at all. But the mysterious saint can be sure that Dark Moon heard the joy it shared, and that was the voice from the soul. Aldridge had no exact body for a long time, all he had was a huge soul.

I am Gewendelin, the first son of King Gewen.

Aldridge's tentacles grasped Dark Moon's snake tail, and it clearly felt the words from Dark Moon's soul.

How can you beg your mercy.

No wailing, no struggle and fear, only indifference.

"It said in the end that it does not ask for your forgiveness, but it hopes to tell you that it is sorry for you."

Walking through a long corridor that seems to be suspended in mid-air, on both sides of the road, huge flying dragon statues sit on the ground in pairs, with their foreheads looking down at the humans passing by one after another.

In the deepest temple, Zelin saw the legendary eldest son of the sun. The tall body of nearly five meters was covered in a dark armor, and scattered white hair came out from behind the helmet. It was standing at the end of the road on the cliff, looking at the opposite mountain peak.

"When I left, Aldrich had already set foot on Yanorrond. I am not a knight, nor the Darkmoon Sword serving in the royal city. Darkmoon helped me escape from Irushiel, so naturally I should help it to The message is brought."

The tall, unnamed king turned his back to the demon hunter, and his withered white hair fluttered slightly with the wind. This is on the cliff at the top of the ancient dragon, and at the other end of the cliff, a huge dragon-shaped creature with a body no less than a mountain is lying on the opposite mountain peak. Its body is so big that Zelin can only see its back above the clouds. It lay there motionless, so that the demon hunter couldn't judge whether it was a creature or a magical skill of nature.

"My words have been taken, I should leave."

The Nameless King remained silent.

Zelin took a deep breath and turned around. But at this time, he found that a layer of shadow was spread on the ground at some point. The demon hunter narrowed his eyes and looked into the air. At this time, a giant flying beast with a wingspan of more than ten meters was hovering in the sky, gradually falling. The giant beast swept across the cliff, flew around the raised cliff, and then slowly fell to the tall unknown king. When it landed, its flapped wings splashed with dust.

The nameless king stroked the flying dragon, then he turned over and jumped onto the flying dragon's back. Feeling that his comrades had come up, the flying dragon raised its neck and let out a hiss. It flapped its wings and rushed into the clouds below the top of the ancient dragon.

Like the nameless king, the knight didn't say much, he just picked up the sword and spear and walked to the end of the cliff.

Two dragons roared across the sky, and two other dragons flew from the clouds at the end of the top.

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The beasts are purging the hell-like Ilu Xier.

Sullivan was standing in the square outside the church in a good mood, even the smell of blood in the air did not affect him.

There are stumps and broken arms everywhere on the marble-paved ground, and the falling snow in the sky seems to be stained red with blood. Aldridge is the resurrected Salary King. His originally powerful soul has already been burned once, but as long as he It can also directly obtain the soul by devouring creatures, so it does not take too long to recover to its original strength before being burned.

Only a powerful soul Eldridge can defeat the dark moon **** in Yanorrond. For this reason, he had to risk exposure in advance and send so many humans from Yanorrond to Aldrich's mouth. This was not an easy decision. He even went to Yanorlund specifically for this purpose to stabilize Gwendelin. As long as Dark Moon walked out of the church, he could see what he was doing.

If Dark Moon found out before Aldridge entered Lengyu Valley, his plan would be difficult to succeed.

It now appears that his worries are superfluous.

Aldridge broke into the church of Janor Lund under his gaze. Up to now, there is no sign of the defeated saint. The door of the church is guarded by several lantern priests of the quiet church, just in case. , A spider pet of Sullivan was also placed at the door. It's a pity that another pet was killed while chasing the giant that broke through.

But this is not important.

As long as he has enough materials, he can make new pets at any time.

More importantly, he is still alive.

Aldridge foresaw the end of the age of fire and the arrival of the age of the deep sea.

Why does he have to pay his life to this already dim flame for an era that is about to die, and a weak god, like Guda, an idiot? Sullivan, the smartest, youngest and most powerful magician in the world, should live to a new era.

An era without flames and without flames like a curse.

A new and prosperous era.

Since he can continue his burning ambitions in a new era, he doesn't mind sending an end to this era that is about to end, the last remaining **** in the era of fire.

After Aldridge completely digested the devoured Dark Moon, it was powerful enough to become the **** of the new age.

"The Dark Moon God must have been swallowed."

Archbishop MacDonald, who had become bloated from cannibalism, staggered to Sullivan's side. There was blood remaining at the corner of his mouth. The white crown, who was the identity of the archbishop, didn't know where he was thrown. Only the filthy robes of the archbishop remained. But the holy robe that had been covered in blood could not conceal the pale skin that was as edema.

"Why is the archbishop alone now?"