Ember Gun - Chapter 690

   Chapter 690

This is the sin that has been hoarded since that millennium and even more distant millennia. They fermented and wriggled in the deep darkness, eager to return in their sleep, and now with the eradication of the “road”, it can no longer remain calm, that’s it. Under the heavy shackles of Sheng Yin, he became agitated.

The thick black mist hits from the well, and in a blink of an eye it spreads to the surroundings of the well and over the ankles of the new pope. At this speed, it will be able to completely engulf the stagnant temple in a short while and continue to spread. To the ground, and the whole place of seven hills.

   “The enemies…”

  The new pope sighed softly, and withdrew the nail sword embedded in the corpse, bringing up the molten metal liquid of blood and holy silver.

  Looking ahead, you can see the blazing fire igniting in the dark deep well. They are reflected in the black fog, like a group of thunderclouds on the earth, which accumulates storms and thunder.

  Shortly after the thunder light broke open, it was a pair of equally blazing white eyes, they maintained a woody expression, but the corners of their mouths were grinning like monsters to the base of their ears, fangs and claws, and blazing fireworks burned in the wounds.

  The new pope does not know how many soul-recovering corpses he has hacked, anyway, these fallen corpses are covered by the diffuse black fog, as if they had never existed.

  But no matter how he hacked and killed, new soul-returning corpses were still crawling out of the deep well, as if this was the Hall of Valor in Viking mythology, where he would fight and slash until the end of eternity.

These soul-returning corpses have been dead for too long, but relying on the hideous flesh and blood under the well of sublimation, they have maintained the vitality of flesh and blood for thousands of years. Their movements are slow and clumsy, and their defenses are not very strong. They can easily Was cut off.

  All this is easy now, but the new pope knows that such ease is only temporary.

The secret blood that has been silent for a long time in the corpse is waking up from a long deep sleep. Just like the crazy unspeakable person, its power will gradually appear over time, and they will become stronger and stronger until they return. Subversion, even with the help of the unspeakable, break through the threshold of the taboo.

Swinging the sword, the silvery white wolf is so eye-catching in the dark fog. He quickly passed back to the souls. You can’t see the path of his sword, but every time you pass by, the new pope will Can set off a lot of blood.

  Returning soul corpses fell one by one, but stood up one by one.

  The new pope sideways avoided the claws of the returning soul corpses, and counterattacked, piercing its eye sockets with a nail sword, and piercing with its head.

   sharply provoked and shattered the entire head. The headless corpse staggered a few steps, fell down, and was swallowed by the rising black mist.

  The new pope gasped and muttered.

   “How long can I delay? Yanar.”

  Now that all this is so similar to the original Holy Night Night, he can’t help but remind him of Yanar who also died here.

Relying on his near-immortal regenerative ability, Yanar released his rationality. Under the blessing of secret blood, he fought with the abominable demons in the stagnant temple for several months. He killed all the demons, and Live tenaciously until the new pope restarts the Temple of Silence.

The new pope still remembers that scene. Yanar’s shriveled flesh and blood spread like branches. They grew crazily, engulfing half of the dome, and there were countless broken swords hung on the stone-hard flesh and blood. Killed by him, weathered and shriveled corpse.

  The monster looked at him and gave himself a big hug.

  The new pope has always had an illusion. He always felt that Yanar at that time recognized himself. He knew that he was not a **** new pope, but a demon hunter who usurped power by means of power and sword.

  So he smiled then?

  The new pope doesn’t understand that, with his hallucinogenic power, he has never shown himself in the eyes of others, so how did Yanar recognize himself?

He thought like this, the rotten broken sword came through the air. The new pope’s defense was not timely and was hit by him, but the broken sword was too rusty. Only a few dents were left on the silver armor, and then it was completely shattered.

  The new pope did not look at it, but just followed the feeling and swung his sword, and a blow penetrated its heart.

  For a while, he realized that even without looking at them, the new pope could accurately perceive their positions.

  This is…the call of blood.

  He could hear the restlessness under the blood, just as he was chasing the trail of a demon, perhaps Yanar recognized himself at that time.

  This is his compatriot, his siblings.

  Cannibalism.

  Scorching fireworks emerged from the other end, engulfing the new pope in the blink of an eye, driving away the black fog, and then the silver-white figure broke through the fireworks and slammed into the stone pillar on the side.

  The new pope struggled to get up, steaming in his body.

   “Michael?”

  The new pope murmured, as time passed, the secret blood in the rejuvenated corpse was resurrecting, and now it has the right to be embodied.

  He looked at these soul-returning corpses fiercely, but they were still moving forward steadily, and the new pope sighed helplessly.

  The hallucinogenic power has no effect on the corpses this time, the consciousness hidden under the head has long been shattered, they are just walking corpses.

  The new pope smiled bitterly. It was the first time he felt the uselessness of his power. Fortunately, this might also be the last time.

  A blazing fireworks ignited in the silver armor, and the new pope reached out his hand and took down the new weapon from the old weapon rack.

The Temple of Silence is the residence of the Demon Hunting Order. In the age before the night of the Holy Prophet, they were training and fighting around the sublimation, but after that night, all of this was abandoned and covered. Thick dust.

  Insert one after another sharp swords into the sword bag. The new pope holds a spear in one hand and an axe in another hand.

  The black mist was split in half in front of him, passing by him, and in the thick pitch black, rugged armor was all over the body of the soul-returning corpse.

   “The most troublesome guy is here.”

  The new pope complained that this armor has always been strong, not to mention the body underneath, which has long been turned into a dead soul, without pain and death.

  He dropped his spear, carried the axe in his other hand, and arched his body.

  The calm lasted for only a few seconds, and was broken by a hoarse roar. The new pope waved his spear, stepped forward, using his whole body strength, and threw it in one fell swoop.

The spear revolved and rushed forward, rolling up the raging wind, and nailed it into the chest armor of the soul-returning corpse. The power directly broke the armor, hit the heart under it, and then pierced out, but this is not the end, the spear continues Pushing it, it has been forced into the core of the black mist, and once again fell back into the deep well.

   Immediately after the new pope took off vigorously, he held the long axe in both hands, waved it in a semicircle, and smashed his head like thunder.

  The armor broke in an instant, the head was split, and the axe blade has been submerged in the rib cage and spine. A large swath of blood overflowed and left the body. The blood still did not calm down, just like a strong acid, making a hoarse sound, constantly agitated.

  The new pope grabbed the handle of the axe, kicked it hard, and took out the long axe.

  Dancing with a long axe, striding meteors, he was like dancing, the black mist was convolved and dissipated in the air, and then the long axe viciously hit the flesh and metal, destroying it.

   “There is no need to be too nervous.”

  The new pope said to himself in his heart.

He has already experienced the night of Holy Prosperity once. For all of this, he can no longer be familiar with what he is familiar with. He said some jokes. It is like returning home here. What kind of pressure does this come from when the devil fights?

He let out bursts of hearty laughter, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and fireworks came from the black fog, but this time he was already prepared, the long axe easily split the fire, the heavy metal Was swung up and smashed the Huihun corpse in front of him, smashing his torso into a mass of foul-smelling rotting flesh.

  Another sharp spiked sword struck and collided with the axe handle. The strength was so great that the new pope was rarely shaken.

“are you awake!”

  He was not afraid, but instead asked loudly.

  Following the fight, he could clearly feel the gradual strength of the soul-returning corpses, and perhaps soon, they would be able to return to their prosperous posture, which was not something he could reach by himself.

  But he wants to give it a try.

  What Yanar can do, why can’t he do it? What’s more, he is now more than just a demon hunter, he is also a new generation of pope.

   “Although it was usurped.”

  The new pope laughed secretly in his heart.

  The handle of the axe was broken, and the new pope grabbed the attacking nail sword with one hand and controlled it tightly, even if blood leaked from his fingertips.

“continue!”

   He yelled, his other hand grabbed the back of the axe, like a rock, and slammed the head of the soul corpse with heavy metal until it was smashed, and the hand holding the sword became weak.

But at this moment more spikes were swung. They slashed densely on the silver armor, clashed, and even the strong armor would be damaged. One after another, the sword marks stayed on the armor, and there was a bright red in it. Ooze.

  The new pope was embarrassed by the enemy, his helmet and crown were also scattered, his gray hair fell down, and his fingers were stained with blood.

  Like a lone wolf at the end of the road, his bones are old and his canines are no longer sharp, but he still feels that he is young and he can still erupt a terrible rage from his heart.

  The lingering light of thunder suddenly appeared after itself, and the two swords drew arcs, like pure white disc wings spreading out from behind, and butterflies lightly passing by in the sea of ​​flowers.

   Roaring and slashing, the new pope’s moves are clumsy and fierce, just like the final struggle of a dying person, but there is no need to care about these at this time.

  This is almost a beast-like battle, abandoning all the skills and fancy, everything is for the efficient killing of the enemy, and all life is completely eradicated.

  Tooth for tooth, blood for blood.

  The soul-recovering corpses surrounding the new pope are like being invaded by a storm of intertwined sword blades. Countless fine and deep wounds bloom from their flesh, and bones can be seen deep, and some of them are directly broken and shattered.

  Countless broken flesh and blood splashed high, and the new pope rushed all the way. For a moment, he really stopped the spread of the black mist with his own power and pushed it back under the deep well.

   More taboo powers can explode, the distorted corpses are bloodthirsty, and this time their faces carry the familiar face of the new pope.

  The faces that were buried by him.

  After that Holy Night, most of the corpses of demons and hunters were thrown back into the well of sublimation, and now they are back with terrible hatred.

For a moment, the new pope’s thoughts hesitated a little. It was the figure who had fought with him, but soon the sharp pain of his claws ripping the flesh and blood made him sober, gritted his teeth, and cut off their heads with a sword. .

  【How long can you last? 】

  Sounds like this lingered in his mind, laughing.

This place is like the Colosseum of the old age. The new pope is facing the sins of this world alone, while the high sacreds are seated in the audience, watching the tragic battle and enjoying the sacrifice of blood and flesh. .

   “At least longer than you think.”

  The new pope responded. He tore off his scarred arm armor. Before, it could still protect itself, but now that it was twisted and deformed, it would restrict the new pope’s sword.

  Without the protection of the Holy Silver, the new pope can feel the release of his own power, the erosion is constantly spreading, and the heavy body has become lighter for a time.

   What an ironic scene. The new pope uses darkness to fight against darkness. No matter how noble and sacred his purpose is, his final ending is still darkness.

  This is a destiny destined from the beginning, a dark destiny, a destiny that cannot be changed.

  【All the efforts you have made now, everything is just futile and vain. 】

  The voice continued to mock the new pope, trying to shake his will.

  Actually to that voice, the new pope is the same as everyone else. There is nothing special about it, and it is not worth it to stay.

   But like God’s malice towards man, it briefly looked at him, looking forward to his fall and death.

  The new pope panted, looking exhausted.

  He squeezed the sword vigorously to prevent his figure from falling down like this, and at this moment, there were countless sword wounds on his body, and a few broken swords, still staying on his body.

  Like a beast chased by a hunter, he was scarred and covered with arrow feathers.

  His voice was a bit weak, but extremely tenacious. He pulled the locks and ties between the armors forcefully, and he took off the almost broken armor.

   “It’s different…”

  The new pope muttered to himself.

   “At least I did it!”

  His voice was louder again, like a landslide and thunder.

   Sharp fangs and claws broke through the black mist, tearing off most of his body, but he still didn’t stop, raising the fiery spike sword high, and swinging it toward the depths of the black mist.

There seems to be a desolate hymn sounded in a trance. It has been from the beginning of time and continues to this day, and in the endless black mist, a dazzling skylight rises, it reflects all things, like a fierce rising from the abyss Positive.

  (End of this chapter)