The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The sight gradually darkened and darkened, and the black mud began to flow up, as if to drown Gwendelin in the thick, cold, but like countless ants swallowing it in the black mud, splashing mud dripping on it. On the dim sun headdress.

The faint voice was transmitted into Aldridge's body through the devoured soul.

"You wait... don't think... I will... succumb"

The black mud gradually flooded Gwendelin's sharp chin and white profile face.

The dazzling light at the top of the church is so illusory.

So dazzling.

So... warm.

The sudden eruption of thunder light dimmed the bright moon in Leng Ligu, the long roar of the flying dragon pierced the sky, and three huge spread wings swooped down, spreading terrifying shadows on the pale ground of Irushiel.

"Hi, man, go down some more!"

Zelin's fingers tightly grasped the protruding bony shell of the flying dragon's back, and slapped the flying dragon's back. The huge thunder and lightning gathered in the hands of the unknown king, like countless electric snakes that wandered together, the golden lightning formed a huge thunder gun several meters long. The dazzling thunder light caused the demon hunter to look away and stared at the church of Yanorrond below.

The next moment, the lightning that struck the sky directly hit the top of the cathedral, and the high ceiling of the church was smashed to the ground. On the square outside the church, on the steps of the institution, the bishop of the secluded church who could not be dodged, or directly smashed into the Ilu Shierne below, smashed one or two roofs and glass, and the heinous eating was taking place inside. The bishop of human behavior is exposed to thunder.

The flying dragon under Zelin swooped towards the top notch of the shattered cathedral at the moment when the lightning fell. When it fell to a place less than 20 meters away from the cathedral, the hot fire burst out, and the flame sprayed in along the gap. Even from the outside, you could see the cathedral illuminated by the fire through the tall vertical windows.

The demon hunter drew the runes of the Kunen's seal with one hand, and while the flying dragon glide past the top of the church, he jumped down and fell into the interior of the cathedral. The flame scorched him, and the flame baptized this church stained with black mud. The flames were hanging around the broken limbs, the scattered wooden fences, and the Aldridge wrapped in black mud!

With a snap, his boots stepped into a pool of black mud, and the silver cat ring on his fingers flickered slightly, as if he had stepped on the soft sand, without the feeling of falling. Behind him, the huge worm was tumbling and struggling in the black mud. Zelin didn't care. He took Gwendelin's stiff arm that was lying in the black mud, and then pulled it out of it.

The snake tail of Gwendelin's lower body seemed to be torn apart from the middle by a pair of big hands, only one remained intact, and the clothes soaked in sweat and black mud were drooping on the shoulders and chest, and Zelin took it. One of his arms crossed his shoulders, letting Gwendelin lean on her.

"Qing...Qing why..."

Gwendelin was still angrily.

"You are safe, your brother is back. Let's rest for a while, and soon everything will be over." Looking at the disgusting black mud in the church, Zelin said to Gwendelin, "It's time to go now."

"Qing is really...reliable..."

But Zelin didn't listen to the rest of Dark Moon's words, because his attention had been attracted by the black mud tumbling in front of him.

The cold killing intent seemed to be condensed into a solid body, gathered like a cold wind, gathered in the cathedral, Aldridge's huge body squirmed, like a wave like a wave, and mercilessly pounced on the demon hunter that is supporting Gwendelin. .

Chapter 456 The Return of the Sun

Zelin raised his hand and drew Alder's seal.

The huge vertical window of the church behind him burst open, and the demon hunter leaped onto the window sill with Gwendelin on his back. The mud behind him was like a turbulent wave, and it seemed like a predator who had seized the opportunity, facing the delicious prey. A must-have offensive.

Looking at the bottomless clouds outside the window sill, Zelin jumped without hesitation.

The black mud beating on the windowsill was splashing.

Aldridge stopped here, he dared not jump from a hundred meters. Then, another flying dragon's flame sprayed into the scarred cathedral.

The demon hunter who jumped down did not keep falling down. When he jumped down, a black shadow flicked from below, and Zelin and Gwendelin fell on the back of the flying dragon flying below with a snap. Zelin grabbed Dark Moon with one hand, and tightly clasped the bones and hairs on the back of the flying dragon with the other, and pulled them to a place where he was sure they would not fall with the flying dragon's turn and acceleration, and then loosened slightly. Tone.

"Qing...Qing can help me get up, can you..."

Gwendelin whispered.

"How can I see my brother in such an embarrassed appearance..."

"You can't stand up now." Zelin vetoed the request of the dark moon god, and the frightening tearing wound on its body showed that Gwendelin was suffering far more than anyone expected. "I don't think your elder brother wants to meet a family member who supports the spirit."

Gwendelin didn't refute, it relaxed, and closed its eyes as if it was unstretched.

After all, Zelin took out his crossbow and threw the signal arrow on it. He squeezed the trigger, and the red signal arrow rose into the sky.

Flying dragons whizzed and flew by, and the thunder spear of the unknown king turned into thousands of electric lights, and slammed into the church of Janor Lund, like countless swords pierced into the church from different directions, stabbing the entire cathedral. Is riddled with holes. The next moment, the light burst, and the huge church was wiped out in a flash of light. The church and the knight statue on the wall were blown to rubble. The flying stones were mixed with a little silt and fell along the periphery of the cathedral square. To Ilu Xier below.

The pulsating electric light cut through the clouds, and the creatures in any corner of Ilu Xier raised their heads, and they could see the electric light passing through the sky. The thunder and lightning illuminates the monsters hiding in the corner and devouring them, the beasts biting and roaring on the street, and the pale faces of those priests.

"Swallow him, we have the power to serve the master."

Smol, the executioner guarding the temple, fell to the ground, and the Catalina-like oval armor was almost dented by fireballs. The shiny golden shell had been blackened by the flames, and it was almost bigger than an adult. The hammer head fell to the side weakly. More than a dozen priests were walking around Smo’s tall body, but their heads were twisted to the position of Yanorlund, seeming to think that this would allow them The owner feels respectful.

However, they did not see Aldridge.

The lion-faced rider with golden armor descended from the sky.

He landed steadily on the ground, with his sword and spear on his side. The lion helmet blocked his expression, but it did not prevent these bishops from feeling the bad breath of the knight.

One by one, the bishops who drowned monsters raised their lanterns, and a head-sized flame flew towards the knight.

Looking at the huge stone, the Lion Face Rider was silent for a long while.

In the next moment, a dazzling electric light burst out from the spear, the swift golden armor was like a flash of light, and the swift fireball was like a slow snail in front of the lion face rider. The bishops had not yet understood who they were facing, and they were taken away by swords and spears that looked like a dragon in the sea.

These bishops don’t know who this lion-faced rider is, but Pope Sullivan, who has consulted countless ancient books in Ereder, knows very well that this world can perform miracles of thunder and lightning, wearing a lion face that is not majestic and angry. Who is the knight in armor.

"Dragon Hunter Wengstein!"

For the first time, Sullivan felt cold sweat oozing from behind him. Even when facing the fire of sin karma in the ruins of the sin karma capital, I never felt this way.

Once in the era of King Gewen, the first of the four knights under the king!

For this coup, he read all records related to the Sun Royal Family. Whether it is the whereabouts of the royal family members or the trail of the king's knights. Artreus died in Ula Xilu, Gove lost his eyes, Ji Yalan had already passed away, and Onstein left the royal city after the first spread of fire, and his whereabouts were unknown.

As for the members of the royal family, everything in the record is clear. Since King Gewen turned into Chai Xin and died, the Sun Princess has married Vulcan. The lord of the white **** Lloyd has long been weak and his life and death are unknown. His power is not worth worrying about. , The only person in charge of the situation is this dark moon Gwendelin, who has been declining year by year.

But looking at the unknown soldier holding the spear high in the sky and using thunder and lightning as a sharp-edged soldier, Shaliwan couldn't help grasping the sword of sin in his hand. Such a powerful thunder gun makes people think that Ge Wen is alive. And the dragon hunter Onstein who followed it was just proving to all enemies that the Sun royal family still had descendants.

There must be something wrong!

"Saliwan! This is different from what you said!"

MacDonald’s angry voice called the Pope’s thoughts back, and he pointed to the flying dragon flying in the sky and shouted. His voice was mixed with the crackling sound of lightning, and it looked bad and distorted.

"You never told the master that Yanorlund has such a warrior!" MacDonald shook his cane and forced Saliwan. "I must tell the master that this is your conspiracy! You want to lure the master into it. Yanorlund, then..."

The archbishop did not finish.

In the blink of an eye, the sword of sin pierced his bloated abdomen and pierced it from the other end.

The face under the golden crown still maintained a friendly smile.

"It's a pity. I originally thought that my pets would like to taste the taste of an archbishop." The pope pushed the sword back hard, and the archbishop's body was trembling and he was pushed back. Behind him is the river bank by the city. The footprints that had been stepped on still remained on the river beach, and several monsters that seemed to be spliced ​​by bones were surrounding them, as if they were stimulated by the smell of blood, and they were making harsh screams.

"Saliwan..." The archbishop's fingers were the same as his body, twitching, "You two..."