The Journey of the Demon Hunter

No one can see what they look like, maybe no one knows who they are, what they have done, and why they appear here. Their lives have disappeared in the long river of time together with the passing memories. The living corpse rushed forward and was chopped down again. A thief hung the living corpse from the top of the corridor and tried to jump down and attack Zelin while he was walking past, but before he could implement it, he was hit in the head by a flying knife. He fell and hit the living corpse of a believer who had just gotten up below. A fanatical believer pierced a dagger into his body, causing his body to be instantly ignited, and then rushed towards the demon hunter, but Alderfayin extinguished the flame and pushed the scorched living corpse from the side of the corridor. Go down.

Two thieves waved their daggers and jumped up, one on the left and the right attacked the demon hunter at the same time. They may have been partners, friends or even brothers before they were alive, but their dagger capital was blocked, and they swung their swords so fast. Let the two sounds sound like one. Ardenfayin interrupted their attacking rhythm. One thief was hit with a sword on the head, and the other thief attacked in the same way again, but he swung away, and the ebony blade cut him from his waist, and he fell. Going down, tripped a staggering corpse behind.

In a short while, the living corpse that climbed up on the ground fell again and became a real corpse.

Zelin retracted the blade to make sure that these corpses would not suddenly get up again before he walked towards the inside of the corridor.

Relying on the position in his impression, Zelin walked along the outer wall to find a place that should be the room of Archbishop Klimt. Compared with the inside of the church, the exterior walls are not so neat. Zelin tied a rope around his waist, and fixed the other end to the stone pillar at the edge of the corridor on the outer wall to prevent him from accidentally falling while looking for the room. In the end, he found a place that was likely to be the archbishop's room.

Unlike what was expected, this house has no windows. Zelin can only judge the target location based on his own memory. Fortunately, there are no other residents in this church now, even if there is an accident, he doesn’t need to ask anything. People apologize. He attached it to the skylight, trying to see the situation as clearly as possible, but the purple glass allowed him to barely see the shadows without any activity inside, and the skylight was too small to allow enough light but not enough for an adult. Passed.

咚咚咚————

Zelin knocked on the window.

"Your Excellency Archbishop Klimt, can you hear me?"

Like knocking on the door, no one responded, and he didn't even see any activity inside.

The demon hunter frowned slightly, he felt something was wrong.

Sorry silently in his heart, Zelin took out a bomb. He classified the bombs he made by himself according to their power to ensure that when needed, they would not cause accidents due to the explosive power being too strong or too weak. He placed the bombs on the outer walls near the skylights. The stone bricks of the church had already become uneven in the wind and sun. There were many cracks in the outer wall, just enough for him to put certain bombs in.

Finally, he knocked on the skylight again and put his face on the glass, trying to see if there were any signs of human movement inside.

Unfortunately, the conclusions reached are still consistent with the previous ones.

After finishing the work, Zelin pulled the rope back to the outer corridor. This corridor is so high that you can almost follow it up to the roof of the quiet church. Perhaps this was done by the workers who built this place in the past to facilitate future maintenance of the church. He squatted halfway in the hallway, poked his head out and looked at him. After confirming that the bombs were still firmly stuck in the cracks in the stone bricks, the demon hunter raised his hand and the flames of Ignifa Seal swept across the skylight. Walls. Hearing the sizzling sound of the bomb fuse burning, Zelin quickly hid behind the bunker.

The dull explosion sound echoed in the gloomy and cold corridor of the secluded church. The Dragonborn who was learning Heizer kicked a maggot down raised his head and looked around in confusion. But then, a rusty coin left after the maggot rolled over attracted her attention.

"Hmm... Do these maggots still have something?" The Dragonborn picked up the stone and looked back and forth. The head of a woman was engraved on the stone. It was obviously an artifact. Although the world is different, Gnaiya can be sure. It is a gold coin. She bent down and observed the slime-like body of the maggot in front of her. "Do these creatures still have pockets?"

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The first thousand four hundred and eighteen chapters for the last time

With a wave of his hand, Zelin couldn't help coughing a few times with the smoke and dust remaining after the explosion.

The bomb widened a crack in the wall and connected to the skylight that was blown open. Zelin squeezed sideways into the messy room blown by the blast of air. The power of the bomb is just enough to tear the cracks, without spreading to the room. But the demon hunter thinks that even if he finds a way to blow up the entire wall, it is estimated that it will not have much impact on the people in the room. What appeared in front of him was a wide rectangular room with a height of almost five meters. The exquisite huge chandelier was hung in the middle of the roof, but there were no candles on it. Scattered on the dark red carpet were a few blown pages. The evening sun shone in from the gap behind the demon hunter, blurring the flying dust, and providing scarce light to this gloomy room.

Everything is normal.

But it is also so abnormal.

"Archbishop Klimt?" Zelin looked left and right, and walked forward, the yellow pages groaning slightly under his boots. "Hazel said you came in two days ago, and you haven't left yet. People outside have been knocking on the door, and you didn't answer. I was very worried, so I broke in this way."

The room was quiet, as if mocking the self-talk of the demon hunter.

Zelinbi drew out the rune of the Kunen's seal. He believed his ears. If he could not hear any sound through a thick metal door, he also didn't hear any sound in the room. .

At first, Zelin carefully searched the room, but soon he realized that this was futile.

No one else in the room.

Archbishop Klimt is missing.

It stands to reason that this is impossible. Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly, and walked towards the closed door, the metal door bolt still on the door.

"No one has ever gone out through this door..." Someone locked the door from the house, and on the day the Archbishop entered his room, he and the Dragonborn came here. If the door was opened, they couldn't be ignorant. The demon hunter squatted down and carefully observed where the door panel combined with the ground. Opening and closing the door left two half-arc scratches on the carpet, and between the cracks in the door, he noticed a broken white cloth. "The cloth of the clothes torn after being clamped...The person who entered the room must be very anxious. The clothes were caught by the closed door and did not stop."

He stood up, turned his head and looked at the room behind him. He could imagine in his mind that a man in a large robe walked in, closed the door heavily, and hit the door bolt. When closing the door, a corner of the hem of the robe was clamped by the closed door, but he did not stop, but rushed straight into the house.

The owner of this room is Archbishop Klimt. According to what Zelin knows, the Green Church does not use piety as a prerequisite for the promotion of the archbishop, but is effective with strength. Klimt's ability to become an archbishop has proved his strength. But who could make the archbishop fled back to his room in a panic, and closed the door so tightly that he didn't care if he broke his robe?

Zelin walked back to the room again. He regretted breaking the wall with this rough method, which must have erased a lot of valuable marks, but since there is only such a room and the door has not been opened, it is impossible for a person living here to disappear out of thin air. Zelin wanted to take three steps out of the room as expected. Stand still and look around. Finally, his eyes were placed on the desk.

To be precise, it is the book on the desk.

These yellowed books reminded Zelin of the huge library of thousands of books he saw when he was in Ereder. There are many books in this world, and the power of the priests is coming from the records. The deeds of the gods in the books. The demon hunter does not understand the nature of this power, but this does not prevent him from understanding the characters written in the book.

But when Zelin was flipping through the book, he found an unusual trace on the desktop. The cover of a brown book seems to have been wetted by water, and the pages of the book reflect an unusual luster under the sunlight. Zelin knew what was going on. This was the appearance of the book cover being wet with mucus and then solidified.

"...What is this?" Zelin picked up the book, and the smooth touch on it proved his guess. When he opened the book, a line of small print came into view first.

‘I don’t understand how they dare to treat a noble lady like this. This is simply the greatest blasphemy, and they also imprison her as a heresy in the highest place in the church where no one cares. They said that this was done by Prince Lorian, but how could the prince do such a behavior? This is the prince's mother. Who could have imagined that in the end this lady turned into this strange appearance, expelled, and escorted to the church by the knights of Losric. Maybe her eyes are already blind, but tomorrow we will know what is going on. I hate writing a diary. This is meaningless, but I hope this event can remind me and keep reminding me that without power, there is no status. ’

Turn to the next page.

'The knight escorted her over at night, the poor woman, lost her voice, lost her child, was delirious, and may have been mad. This woman has lost everything, no matter who she was in the past and what identity she was, now she Just a heresy. Her saint was locked in a bird cage and tortured, and her believer knight was wanted as a heresy. MacDonald insisted that heretics should be treated as heretics. But she does have power, think about her past identity. I don't understand why this matter was not passed on to Iroshiel, maybe this is what Iroshiel acquiesced in? But this is not important. Pope Salivan will send a messenger to the church tomorrow. The messenger will know about this. I should prepare a suitable dormitory for this woman, regardless of whether this will cause the church to complain to the royal family of Losric. Dissatisfaction, this has nothing to do with me. ’

Zelin frowned slightly. This incident that Klimt had recorded for the purpose of awakening himself must have been for some time.

With the sound of page turning, new records came into view.

‘It’s weird that Irushiel did not show any reaction to this incident, and Pope Saliwan did not make any indication, as if this incident had never happened. The messenger came again, and the church was more concerned about the safe conduct of fire spreading. Yes, the second prince of Losric has grown to a certain extent, can be put on a gorgeous robe, wear a crown, and walk into the flames amidst the cheers of the people. It's ironic, if there is no power, identity has no meaning. Maybe I should go and see if she has completely lost her strength. If no one cares about her life or death, I should not notice if I take a bite. ’

The demon hunter stroked his chin, and the archbishop seemed to be hiding a very important secret. Zelin turned the page again, and he found that there were fewer and fewer records behind.

‘She still has power! The power of miracles is unbelievable. Maybe I can get something different from others, but stronger. Louis, this idiot, stayed by the coffin under the church all day, as if it would increase his strength. But what power can be compared to serving a goddess directly? She has no tongue, I'm sure I heard it. Maybe this can replace the past method of strengthening power. MacDonald is a proud bastard, but sooner or later he will discover the methods I have discovered from the behavior of the monsters in the coffin. I need a substitute. Maybe I can use service. Opportunities for heretics spread my reputation for preference for heretics, so that even if they hear my heretical rumors, they won’t notice anything. It’s impossible for me to challenge the lunatics of the church and Darkmoon Sword, but defeating one or two challengers who challenged the position of the archbishop is not a problem...’

Next was a large amount of smearing, as if the owner of this diary felt wrong after writing it down, so he deleted the diary. Zelin turned a few pages back, and then he realized why this book was so thin compared to the others, because large pages were torn off. He turned directly to the last two pages, but the last two pages were stuck with still mucus. Enduring the nausea, Zelin pinched the footer and uncovered the two pieces of paper.

The handwriting became blurred under the influence of the mucus, and Zelin could barely read the text on it.

‘This must be damn, cursed power! Darkness is darkness! The flame protects me, I should have succeeded, damn, I can't be like this, the magical technique must succeed, my body will not have any problems, wait until tomorrow...’

The diary finally ended here. Zelin lowered his head and looked around. Soon, he found a quill pen under the paper scattered on the ground. This pen was supposed to have fallen on the desk, but was blown out along with the paper on the desk in the sound of the explosion.

Zelin bent down, and the dust flying in the air had gradually fallen. Under the sunlight, he noticed that there was a scratch left by slime on the carpet next to the desk, about one meter wide, in the room like this. After a circle, it finally disappeared behind a row of bookcases.

"What is this..." Looking at the weird clue, the demon hunter muttered to himself. "What happened?"

Outside the Youxie Church, after drying the last piece of clean clothes on a branch that had been washed with water, Hazel pulled the bandage on her face. The barely breathable bandage made her feel a sultry heat.

"Zelin————-" Hazel shouted to the quiet church. "Don't forget to collect the clothes!"

The wind blew through the forest, rolling up the fallen leaves and making a rustling sound. Hazel tidyed up her clothes, straightened her top hat, and took a deep breath. After counting three seconds in her heart, she opened her eyes and patted her cheek.

"Come on, Heyzer, this is the final test, you will surely succeed!"

The first thousand four hundred and nineteen chapters search for secrets

The appearance of Punishment Forest has undergone tremendous changes.

In the past, the greatest threat to this woodland only came from the monsters in the ruins of Ula Xilu, where the abyss had erupted, and it was not subdued until the wolf knight Altrius arrived. But now, it's hard to find out how many are not threatening creatures here.

This woodland used to be familiar to Heyzer as home. She has lived here for a long time. She still remembers the days when there was a lot of traffic on the road connecting Losric and the secluded church, passing fire and offering sacrifices. The field is still operating normally, and the flames are burning. Although there are often rumors that some places have been swallowed by darkness, for the residents here, it is no different from the stories in the books. It's too far away, it's like a message from another world. Sometimes some strange creatures appear, or someone somehow starts to become a living corpse, but the dutiful knight will deal with them.