The Journey of the Demon Hunter

After all, the fire prevention girl walked towards the door of the fire-passing sacrificial place in small steps. The demon hunter looked at the back of the fire woman and followed.

"To be honest, I don’t think it’s safe to walk outside without seeing things in this place." The Fire Passing Sacrifice is located on the edge of the cliff, and you may fall off if you are not careful. There are only a few tombstones on the roadside. . Those gray-robed men were busy on the side of the road, still indifferent to the appearance of the demon hunters. "Why did they make such a decision, you are guarding the flames and the fire-passing sacrificial ground, I originally thought it would be...like the saint." "

"When I decide to go on this road, the world will gradually dim before my eyes." The skirt of the fire-resistant girl drags to the ground. "But it is in the darkness that the trace of flame in front of me is especially precious, right? Lord Knight?" She stroked the tombstones on the side of the road, seeming to use these tombstones as road signs. Seeing this, Zelin stretched out his hand.

"Go to the clock tower? If you can't see the way in front of you, hold my hand and let me take you there."

The fire-resistant woman slowly touched Zelin's hands with soft leather gloves. Her hands were cold, and the spiral sword and the flames burning in the stone basin were not warm at all.

"Thank you."

The surrounding tombstones seem to be engraved with some numbers, like time. Although many texts are blurred, the tombstone remains spotless after being cleaned. Reminiscing that the person selected as the King of the Sacrifice would throw himself into the flames, Zelin thought of the meaning of these tombstones a little bit.

"These tombstones... are all Prince Losric who used to spread the fire?"

"Not all." The fireproof girl walked very slowly, soft cloth boots and leather boots made a rustling voice on the withered weeds and vines. "Sometimes the soul of Prince Losric is not enough to make the flames flourish, from all over the world. Heroes and powerful people will come here to voluntarily devote themselves to the furnace and let the flame thrive. The flame will burn the soul, and sometimes they will leave a fire-free ashes. The last duty of the fire protection girl is to take the rest of the heroes. The ashes were brought out and buried in the ashes cemetery over there, or a tombstone was erected for the heroes who had no remaining ashes. They gave everything to the world."

Zelin looked at the tombstones on the side of the road. These are the last traces of people who use their souls as firewood to maintain the burning flames in this world. "They protect this world to continue, although this is too costly. ."

"I have traveled abroad for many years, and I have read many stories in the sacred scriptures. This world has too many dangers and darkness. Perhaps that is the case. The only trace of light in the world is worthy of our protection." The sound is like a lark, ethereal and beautiful.

They walked up the stairs outside the sacrificial ground, but there were a few gray-robed men lying on the ground by the side of the road. They curled up on the ground, motionless. A big tree stands beside the sacrificial ground, and the green of the vines under the trunk is extra conspicuous in the gray and black.

"I think these heroes have also understood this in the process of tempering themselves. Family, love, and friendship. Only when the flame continues to burn can these continue to continue, just like the first undead hero who threw himself into the flame. Compared with them, I am just a fire-resistant woman who is determined to guard the campfire. She has no name and only pays a negligible price for this world, Lord Knight, thank you for sending me over."

Finally, standing on the steps, the fire-retardant woman put her hands together, turned around, and bends down again to Zelin

"May you be accompanied by flames on your journey."

After that, she turned and walked into the tall tower locked by the fence.

"Do you need anything else?"

Zelin asked suddenly.

The fire girl held on to the fence in front of the lower gate of the tower and turned her head, "Thank you...please help me bring firewood for the flame on the spiral sword."

After a while, Zelin understood what the firewood was in the mouth of the fire-retardant girl, and it was these gray-robed people who fell on the ground.

"They come from churches in other places. They became undead because the flames went out. They stay here and use their souls to ensure that the flames on the spiral sword can continue to burn when they are about to become a living corpse..." Standing more than two meters high On the steps, a self-deprecating smile flashed on the face of the fire-resistant woman. "Compared with the person who gave the soul, I just can't do much. Ordinary fire-resistant woman, may the flame illuminate your path, Lord Knight. "

Subsequently, the figure of the fire woman disappeared in the clock tower.

Those gray-robed people who fell on the ground had arms like dry branches. The curse made them appear a ring of curse, like a bottomless black hole. This black hole seemed to let their humanity flow out of their bodies, when Zelin pulled When raising the arm of an undead, he didn't even make any response, like an empty sack, dragged by the demon hunter to the fire-passing sacrifice field.

What is inserted in the stone basin is the spiral sword required for the fire transmission ceremony.

When the undead was placed in the stone basin inserted in the spiral sword in the sacrificial field, a flame suddenly ignited on his body, and the lines on the spiral sword seemed to become brighter because of the flame that ignited. This strange flame did not burn the body of the undead, nor even burnt the gray robe on his body. The flame thrown into the firewood became brighter, but then the fire burned out the firewood and gradually dimmed again.

The burned out undead lay motionless in the stone basin. Zelin frowned. After confirming that the flames rising around the spiral sword had indeed dissipated, he stretched out his hand, trying to pull the undead. But just when the fingertips touched the gray robe, the body under the gray robe collapsed, without blood, no flesh and blood, just a pile of burnt white ash, falling into the stone basin in a pile of ash already thick with the palm of your hand. .

Chapter 398 Qingjiao

The bell that heralded that the flames was about to die rang.

The bell that heralds the world's crisis.

The demon hunter standing in the sacrificial field looked at the spiral sword whose lines were gradually brightening, and sighed.

About four undead people gave their souls to the flames on the spiral sword and were put in the brazier as firewood. They all seem to know their own destiny, and they have no resistance. It is also possible that they have been unable to respond because of the curse of the undead, although they all seem to be accepting their own destiny.

It was like the bell that struck the soul echoed under the pale sky. At the moment when the bell rang, Zelin's feet suddenly lit up with a milky white halo. The halo was covered with various lines of unknown meaning. Then, his brain The voice of the chief priest of Losric was heard.

"The bell rings, your mission is complete, and I will take you back to the cathedral."

The demon hunter stood in place, watching the light gradually flooding his vision, until the next moment, the scene in front of him instantly changed from the dusty sacrificial ground to the solemn city cathedral. The door of the cathedral was closed tightly, and many candles were lit around. The chief priest was sitting on the wooden chair in the deepest part of the church. There were several nuns around who were lighting candles to dispel every shadow in the church.

This may be a teleportation spell, but surprisingly, it does not make people feel dizzy, nauseous, or other discomfort like a portal.

"It's night, they may not see the banner you waved, so I summoned you back." Seeing Zelin's confused look, the priest continued, "You still have this banner in your hand. You can go back to this church. This is a miracle left from the age of God." Zelin glanced at the banner, which seemed to read two lines of runes. Good luck, it worked for you."

At this time, Zelin looked out through the skylight at the top of the church, and the world had fallen into night.

"Is it night already? But when I was in the sacrificial place..."

"This is related to that very strange flame. Before the first flame appeared, there were only the immortal ancient dragons and the big trees inhabited by the ancient dragons in this world. The world was only chaotic. Until the flames appeared, the world would bring the current civilization. "The priest explained patiently.

"You must seldom hear this. If the flames dim, everything in this world will become chaotic and disordered again, the boundaries between different species will become blurred, people will become like trees, and crow wings will grow. Eyes like flies, or reptiles with only arms, part of them will no longer be called humans. Time will also become chaotic, eternally static time, or eternal night, maybe just a blink of an eye. A thousand years. Compared with these terrible things, the curse of the undead and the living corpse is just the beginning. And outside the sacrificial area, the impact is most obvious."

"This sounds terrible." Zelin shrugged.

"Yes, so few people know all this, but some people in the forest below the mountain have already begun to change." The priest sighed wearily.

"According to what you said, my mission is complete, and this banner will be returned to you." Zelin stepped up and handed the banner to the priest. But the latter shook his head.

"You accept it, the situation is critical, and there are still some small ring flags like this in the church." The chief priest smiled hahe, then she put her smile away and said solemnly, "What you said on the tower is correct. His Royal Highness the second prince is indeed here prepared."

Reminiscent of the critical situation mentioned by the chief priest just now, Zelin couldn't help feeling a bad feeling in his heart.

"The knight commander was assassinated, and there are traces of crystal magic on the scene. I know who did it, Klinsheed, the only magician in the black hand who can use crystal magic." The chief priest stood up, her waist was a little rickety, she Turning to face the statue of the Knights of Losric at the back, the knight on the statue leaned his neck on the blade that plunged into the ground. "I know her father, a master who studies crystal magic, just below the mountain. Studying in the penalty forest, I never thought his daughter would do such a thing."

"Without the command of the knight commander, some knights believed the words of the second prince, and the other part joined us, but the strength was insufficient. We could only hold a part of the high wall. Those winged knights who believed in angels also joined the second prince, although they are still able to support it. Live, but if they continue to attack, we will lose the entire Losric Wall and even the Lower City."

The bishop raised his vague eyes. "Your warning is very timely. If they rush to deal with the enemies that are pouring out of the large library, the city of Losrik should have fallen by now. You are not a knight, are you? But no matter what you are Who is it, you saved us a glimmer of hope. Let me ask, where are you from?"

Zelin raised his eyebrows, "Is this important?"

The chief priest of the Imma looked at the demon hunter and coughed twice with a smile, "You are right, it is not important, the important thing is that you can help us." The chief priest slowly sat back on the chair of the church. Zelin looked at the chief priest and waited for her to sit down before he spoke again.

"Guess what you are asking me to do? But for some battles, I am not as good as those knights."

"I know, I know, and it's meaningless to try to recapture the high wall now. We have to wait for reinforcements from Irushiel." The chief priest shook his head. "But the knights have lost a lot, and their manpower is almost impossible to guarantee. The stability of the residents of Xiacheng District, screening out the undead and dealing with the black pus that may appear at any time. The Dark Moon Sword and the people of Irushiel may be approaching the secluded church. We need a person, one who can safely pass through below. The forest, the one who brought the news of Losric to the quiet church as soon as possible."

"Just to deliver a letter? It doesn't sound difficult, but how can I convince the church knights before they smash my head that I'm just here to deliver the letter?"

"Accept the pledge of this young cult, and take this emblem and letter to see Archbishop MacDonald or Archbishop Louis of the Youmei Church, and they will understand what to do."

Of course, for the demon hunter, church oaths and the like are meaningless, and the chief priest did not seem to make him like those believers, but directly handed the emblem of the vow to Zelin. The candlelight illuminates the church like the day. The nun who lit the candle leaned back and walked along the spiral staircase on both sides of the church to the second floor.

Zelin glanced at the place where the priests should rest, and asked the chief priest, "Can I leave the city now?"

"No, until tomorrow, the knight will help you open the door." The chief priest looked at the demon hunter, "if the sun can rise tomorrow."

Chapter 399 Elements

Zelin stayed in the cathedral all night.

On a boring night, Zelin had spent many nights in the temple in the world he was in. Sometimes he could sleep under the roof, and there were a few walls that could shelter from wind and rain. It's much better by the campfire.