The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Sullivan looked up at the sky above Irushiel, Yanorlund hidden in the clouds. "Why didn't Archbishop Louis and Archbishop Klimt come together?"

"Louis is guarding the master's coffin." Following his voice, MacDonald's skin seemed to be swaying like waves. "Klimt, he actually refused the invitation of the master and refused to share the master with us. The joy of eating. Heresy, it will die out with this age, heresy, forever just heresy."

If Zelin heard these words, he would probably want to ask the imam priest. Her two most optimistic archbishops became Aldridge’s accomplices, but Klimt, who was unwilling to name her, became the only bishop who did not want to cannibalize after Aldridge appeared. She would How do you feel.

However, it was not the demon hunter who heard this, and the demon hunter would naturally not chat and laugh with the cannibal bishop. Saliwan's eyes narrowed under the golden crown.

"Oh... what a pity, that is to say, you are the only one among the archbishops here?"

"I have the honor to follow the master."

MacDonald bends and bows at Yanorlund, but his size makes him look alive like a ball being pushed down from the center.

"Why is there no movement at all?"

"I dare not arbitrarily guess the owner's eating preferences." MacDonald seemed to press his head lower, but unfortunately, its chubby body made him unable to lower his body. It is estimated that he can only lower his eyes. Saw my swollen belly. "As long as the master can have fun."

Most of the bishops of the quiet church went to Yanorlund, and there were not many resistance forces left in Irushiel, and the papal knights who were turned into beasts were enough to clean up the remaining resistance. As for the next thing, it is to send knights to Losric to control the holy city and the fire-passing sacrificial field.

Sullivan had been cautious enough to prepare for this plan, but even so, when attacking the sanctuary, facing the powerful executioner Smo in the city, he still lost many of the best beast knights. These are the forces he originally intended to keep against the remaining rebels, whether it is Losric, whose situation is unknown, or against those kingdoms that still believe in Dark Moon, whether it is Karim or the more distant kingdom of twilight. .

"That Small..."

"If you are willing to share the executioner left over from the Gewen period, I won't mind giving it to you."

But it didn't matter anymore, he had cleared all obstacles.

The Gwen Protoss was completely destroyed, and the only remaining member, Gwendelin, became the food for Aldridge's resurrection. A mysterious saint as powerful as a **** is enough to destroy any enemy. Without the Sun Gods, this era of fire is about to come to an end. As for Eredel's fire, that shouldn't be a concern.

He consulted all the sealed collections of Eredel, and he could confirm without doubt that there was only one child of the Sun King left in this world, and the age of flames would dissipate with its passing. Although some of the collections are not complete, and some pages about Gulong have been torn off, but reminiscent of Ge Wen's mortal enemy status with Gulong, even if there are pages that record the whereabouts of family members, they will certainly not be hidden in Gulong's records.

But...

There is still a slight flaw.

"Let’s not bother eating, Your Excellency MacDonald, why don’t you follow me to the waterway near the city of Irúsile and watch and admire my pets."

The Pope’s face under the golden crown squeezed a kind smile. "You must be the first person to visit there over the years. Maybe you can just tell me what the Lord Eldridge shared and eaten. Wonderful mood."

"I don't mind sharing the beauty of eating with you on behalf of the host."

MacDonald walked in the direction that Sullivan waved.

It's just that he couldn't see the flame burning in Saliwan's eyes.

The flame will be extinguished, the age of fire is about to fade, and the deep sea age is about to come. You must find a place for yourself in the new age. This is what Saliwan from Ereder learned.

Only one person is needed to stand on the side of God.

Sullivan raised his head and looked at Yanorrond, who was covered by the clouds, and set his gaze on MacDonald, who was facing away from him triumphantly.

No one can stand on his head.

But at this moment, a faint sound in the sky made the people of Irushiel couldn't help but raise their heads and look towards the sky. Shalivan closed his eyes, and followed the direction of the sound, looking towards the dark clouds in the sky.

Then, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

Chapter 455 Brave Heart

The black mud has covered the church of Janor Lund.

The sacred church is now only filthy.

The disheveled Gwendelin leaned against the stone wall in the depths of the church, black mud tumbled under it, and only the part of the snake's tail that was connected to the waist was exposed. The dark moon brilliance of the Tomb King’s sword has long since dimmed. The weapon fell to the side. One hand was still wearing a fingerless long white glove, while the other hand that held the weapon had long been missing. Instead, the glove was missing. It is a series of thrilling scratches.

But compared with the pain of being chewed on the soul, the pain of almost embedding the fingers in the palm is as sweet as the fragrance of flowers.

Cold.

The white gauze had long been stained with black mud, and it was drooping down on his chest like an armor.

Gwendelin felt cold, cold, and vomiting like a human, and the sharp pain from her nerves made everything in her body twisted and convulsed.

The pain reappeared, biting its internal organs and temples, as if countless bugs appeared in its eyes and ears, and on the top of its head, biting every inch of nerves frantically, and it seemed to be put into tumbling hot oil. Medium, or in boiling hot water.

But it did not scream. It knew that screaming could ease the pain, but it did not scream. It just opened its mouth, and its handsome chin seemed to be twisted by pain. The pain had already caused part of the body to become numb, and the tip of the tongue drooped out of the open mouth unconsciously.

Incomplete eating without sorrow.

Aldridge slowed down his devouring speed.

Such a perfect food must not be wasted, and a perfect artistic conception equal to the food should be pursued.

The quiet saints have their own eating concepts and want to share them with others. Whether it is with believers, or with food that is being swallowed.

It swallowed a little bit, shattered. The black mud spread upward along another snake's tail. There seemed to be countless worms in the surrounding black mud, biting the body in the black mud, Gwendelin twitched slightly, and there was a muffled noise in his throat.

Every time, it seems to be dizzy, but every time, it wakes up in a convulsive convulsion. Aldridge doesn’t know how many souls he has swallowed, and he knows how to bring himself when devouring victims. Come and enjoy more.

The familiar cathedral became bizarre, soft, muddy, and dark. The eyes under Gwendelin's headgear were slightly white, and it tremblingly bit the tongue that had lost control to keep itself awake. Its eyes looked straight above, at the top of the cathedral, as if to see the sky outside through the stone roof.

Pain seems to have become the only thing left in the world.

Gwendelin was silent, it did not groan or groan at all.

Aldridge's voice went straight into the soul like pain.

What are you waiting for.

What are you looking forward to.

You think someone will come to save you.

I am tasting your soul, your thoughts.

The pale girl hiding in the picture scroll? Or a man with a golden ring?

If I lose hope, I can taste the sorrow.

The black mud suddenly began to roll violently, the blurred vision was moving, and Gwendelin felt that something was closing her tail, and then something was sucked in.

The physical pain was mixed with the tear-like injury of the soul. Such an unreal feeling made Gwendelin feel in a trance. Its soul seemed to be separated. It was looking at itself, and the snake tail of the lower body was dragged into by the rolling black mud. The huge worm hiding in it began to be squeezed and crushed.

With a snap.

The body slipped into the mud.

The legs have been swallowed, and the remaining body is not enough to lean against the wall.