The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Klimtte may have noticed Eldridge's way of cannibalism to strengthen his own power before McDonald and Archbishop Louis turned to Eldridge and betrayed the Youth Church. That's why there is such a secret road that leads directly to Eldridge's seal. The corpse here was obviously after Eldridge was awakened, and Archbishop Louis, who chose to keep the coffin, and the group of bishops who followed him, were previously defeated by Sirius, Anri, and Horace.

He doesn't have to leave through that secret path.

Thick smoke billowed in the passage outside the coffin hall, and a figure rushed out of the smoke. Compared with the poisonous smoke from burning corpses, the stench that permeated the hall of the secluded church was not so unbearable. Zelin staggered out, sat down at the corner of the corridor, took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh, hiding from the smoke coming out of the open source. Relatively fresh air poured into his lungs, calming his buzzing head slightly.

"Unlucky... This is not a warm welcome." Zelin clutched his chest and coughed heavily and took a few breaths. After he recovered, he slowly stood up. This was different from what he had expected before coming to Losric. He thought that after the deaths of Eldridge and Sullivan, no one could stop Gwendelin from regaining power, so that the flame would pass on and the world would return to the state of flames. But now it seems that Gwendelin's plan has encountered some troubles, and the ashes he awakened did not hunt and spread the fire as expected.

But no matter what went wrong, he must warn Hazel.

The sound of armor rubbing against the ground echoed in the silent and secluded church. Zelin looked up and saw a church knight approaching him. The knight held his shield, his mace held by his side, in an offensive posture. The demon hunter drew out the ebony blade, but then more metal rubbing sound appeared in his ears.

One, two...

The knights of the living church walked past the corner of the cloister one by one. The elite warriors of these churches still retain part of their memories of battles during their lifetimes. They had defended here, but the battle in the coffin hall disturbed them, and the knights lined up. The queue slowly approached the demon hunter, and the pace was neat.

Zelin sighed.

In Rosalia's bedroom at the top of the secluded church, Hezer put on a neat riding outfit. To facilitate his movement, the loose skirt was cut to the top of his thigh, and underneath was a pair of close-fitting gray trousers. A leather skirt is tied around the waist, underneath the skirt are a pair of knee pads and yellow leggings. It seemed that because of this ceremony, Hezer rarely wore a pale yellow slanted cloak. The brown leather guards shook the sacrifice and pick in the handshake a little nervously. She took a deep breath and put the weapon on her waist. Do not buckle, raised his head and looked at the goddess Rosalia who was lying on the bedside.

"Don't be nervous, Hezer, sometimes the more nervous you are, the easier it is to mess things up and relax." Longyi said to Hezer, looking at Hezer's eyes, she showed a gentle smile. This is really rare for Dragonborn. "I once went to a place to accept the ritual of acknowledgment of identity. Before I opened the door, I was nervous and wanted to turn around and leave, leaving all this behind. It turned out that the ritual was just that they surrounded By my side, I said a few words. Although their voices were very loud and startled me, they were actually quick and simple."

"Acknowledge your identity?" Hezer waved his hand as if shocked. "Madam, you, are you a noble knight of which kingdom?"

"Noble? Am I like?" A glimmer of joy flashed in Gnaiya's eyes, especially when she thought that she might not be worse than Francesca in some respects.

"How could she be a nobleman? She is more like a young woman in the village chopping wood and washing clothes. Just leaving her hometown, she looks like a mature and stable appearance. On the surface, she looks noble and polite, but in fact she can't change much. "Leonard, who was leaning against the wall with his hands on his chest, snorted, and his face was blocked by the lowered brim of his hat. "Don't mind her. You have performed four rituals. Heyzer, just like in the past, put your tongue in front of the goddess. After the tongue is absorbed, you can get the gift you want. Wait. After you get the gift, be nervous and excited, the goddess has not yet promised to give you the gift. You should maintain awe and piety to the goddess, and not just treat the goddess and her gifts as goods for trading."

The corners of Longyi's mouth twitched.

The man rushed back before Hezer's ceremony, and Gnaiya felt that he came back to watch Hezer's last dedication ceremony. But Leonard just said that he happened to catch up. If he hadn't gotten lucky and collected some unbroken daily necessities at the edge of Losric, he would not have come back so early. If this is the case, coupled with the fact that the whereabouts of Archbishop Klimt is still unknown, it is estimated that this most important ceremony for Hazel will have only one participant of the Dragonborn.

"I know, I know, Leonard, you are too serious." Heyzer waved his hand and made a grimace on his face, trying to ease the atmosphere. "The goddess certainly doesn't want her followers to look cold all day long. She is so great and can bestow such miracles on us. If she will speak to us, it must be the gentlest voice in the world. Unfortunately, Ze Lin is not there, where did he go? I'm really worried, he won't be entangled in the curse of the undead, right..."

"Don't worry, the curse has to go around this guy, he is an expert in dealing with curses." The Dragonborn waved his hand, and stared at Leonard fiercely when Hazel was not paying attention. "When your ceremony is over, I will find him personally, and then I will bring him to you to apologize to you."

"He may have more important things, we can all help after the ceremony is over...what is this voice?"

"Oh... I think it should be Zelin who is looking for me for something." Long Yi rummaged in her pocket with some confusion. Finally, she took out a translucent glass-like object, the glass was glowing. Fade from time to time. "It's weird... you go on, I'm watching from the door."

"Um, oh, good."

Hazel turned around and faced the bed of the goddess Rosalia. She patted her clothes, smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes, and walked towards the goddess.

While looking at Hezer, the dragon descended towards the door of the bedroom. She was a little surprised why the telescope would light up at this time. In the past, only Francesca got in touch with her through this, and since she learned about the world of the demon hunter, there has been basically no contact between them. Up.

Vigorously shook the telescope in his hand, and a ball of light shone on the ground beside her, gradually drawing out the vague figure of the demon hunter.

"Zelin...?" Gnaiya raised her eyebrows in confusion. "What's the matter with you? Where have you been? Hazel's dedication ceremony has begun. Come back soon!"

"No...you must...she..." Zelin's voice was intermittent, like his constantly shaking projection. "Don't let it... let that tongue be consecrated..."

"What?" Longyi took a step forward. "You say it again, stop what? I can't hear you."

"Stop...Stop the ritual." The hoarse noise was accompanied by the sound of metal crashing, but after that, Gnaiya was too busy to ask her head full of questions, and she heard a scream.

It was Hezer's scream.

The first thousand four hundred and twenty-three chapters of fright

"What's the matter?!"

Everything happened very quickly.

Gnaiya rushed into the bedroom and she saw that Heizer seemed to have lost support and fell to the ground. The twisted screams passed through the bandages, and the single pitch of the tone vibrated in the air. The fresh tongue was still placed in front of Rosalia, and a short section of the tip had been absorbed by the ugly and disgusting sarcoma in front of the goddess. Leonard stood up straight, he raised his head, his body already subconsciously made a defensive posture, but the sharp gaze shot from under the brim of the hat still couldn't erase the confusion. Rosalia gently stroked the fleshy ball that was absorbing the blue tongue, as if it were her cutest child. The cleaned curtains swayed slightly, the candles on the candlesticks became paler, and the pulsating candlelight made the shadows sway and jump in the bedroom, but they could not illuminate Rosalia's face hidden in the shadow of the headscarf.

The Dragonborn stepped into the bedroom, Leonard instantly turned his attention to her body, and the hand holding the hilt subconsciously pulled out the long sword.

"Quiet, woman! You..."

Without paying any attention to Leonard, Gnaiya rushed towards Rosalia, quickly pulling out the saber around her waist with a hand. She didn’t know what was going on, she didn’t know what happened, she didn’t know anything about magic and religious rituals, all she knew was how to pray to the holy spirits in front of the altar. This is every Tamriel. All humans know it. The voice of the demon hunter was accompanied by a harsh noise in the telescope, but she could hear the words clearly.

The ritual must be prevented.

Why stop? She didn't hear it, she didn't care so much either, she trusted Zelin's judgment. Even if it is wrong, they will take responsibility together.

Hezer supported her body with both hands and crawled backwards, trying to escape from her most respected goddess, her scream became distorted, she looked at her legs in horror, followed by her arms. The Dragonborn took a step forward, the sword in his hand drew an arc, crossed a parabola and threw it at Rosalia, a dark shadow rushed in front of her, Leonard's sword blocked the way, Gnaiya The dagger that was thrown out was bounced by Leonard with a clang. The dagger turned twice in mid-air and knocked down the candlestick. The candlestick leaned over and hit the curtain, and the flames jumped up instantly, instantly reflecting the dormitory in a fiery red one. The blue tongue was being absorbed, and the flames were getting fiercer. Rosalia's bloodless lips seemed to be slightly aroused, happy that her followers were getting the blessing they wanted.

"Don't you want to hurt..."

"Fus!"

Leonard seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. He flew upside down and fell into the neatly arranged bench on the left side of the dormitory. With a bang, the chair was smashed to pieces. Leonard De poured into a pile of wood chips.

Hazel retreated in horror, and then she fell to the ground, her arms lost strength and collapsed to the ground in a herringbone shape. The scream became sharper, and Longyi felt that her ears were about to explode. She grabbed the tall candlestick next to her and jumped over Hazel. She waved the candlestick, and the light of the candle on it became brighter, as if she was waving a magic weapon, a dagger, a Dawnbreaker, stabbing the filth in front of her fiercely. The body of the yellow finger bent upward, and fell heavily to the ground, like a river fish dying on the bank. The scream has reached its peak, like a string that has been stretched to its limit.

Then Rosalia wailed in pain. Sharp and ethereal, as if coming from a far away place, and like a scream from the deepest part of the soul.

"No!!!"

Leonard yelled, got up, and wanted to rush over. He swung his sword at the Dragonborn, he was too impulsive, there was no way to speak of this sword, he cut a hole. The Dragonborn separated her legs and exercised her strong muscles to give her swift speed and strength. Before Leonard swung her second sword, she whirled in place, raising her leg and kicking Leonard in the chest. , Leonard was kicked to the ground, his head hit the ground fiercely, the sword in his hand slid out, turned several times, and stopped next to Heyzer's head.

Longyi turned around and grabbed half of the blue tongue that had been absorbed. The slimy sensation from her fingers made her stomach roll over. She slapped the candlestick fiercely against the edge of the stone bed, and the candle on it was broken, revealing the long sharp needle inside. The burning part of the candle fell off, fell on the stone platform and then rolled to the ground, quickly causing a few flames on the blanket. The sharp thorns of the candlestick pierced deeply and blood flowed out. The curtain was completely swallowed by flames, casting the shadow of the dragonborn wielding a sharp weapon onto the wall.

Time and time again.

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing into flesh and blood seemed so insignificant in the chaotic bedroom.

Hazel's screams had become hoarse.

Faqing's tongue was still sucking tightly on it, and the meat ball was squirming, as if to absorb the sacrifice with the dragonborn's hand. There was a buzzing sound in the dormitory, no one could tell what it was, whether the dormitory was shaking, or Heyzer’s shrill screams made everyone’s heads hum, Gnaiya wanted to send The green tongue smashed and pulled the meat near the head, but it couldn't. The candlestick seemed to be stuck on the dough, meaningless. The goddess tightly grasped the mass of flesh in front of her, as if protecting her child from harm. The Dragonborn raised her head, and she saw the bloodless white cheeks under Rosalia's turban, and a fierce flash in her eyes.

With a thump————-

The string broke, and the scream stopped abruptly.

Hazel slumped, the bandage on his body had been soaked and turned dark.

The tip of the candlestick pierced Rosalia's throat, and the flesh under the goddess seemed to have been shocked. It trembled with a violent earthquake, flowing like a pool of mud, and seemed to be pierced. The balloon dried up. There was a low gurgling sound in Rosalia's throat, and her hands lifted slightly. They were slender, white as snowy hands, as if they were wondering why her followers should treat her like this, but there was no explanation, Long. Yi pulled out the candlestick abruptly, Rosalia collapsed, blood spreading from under her body, flowing along the stone platform to the ground, dyeing the red carpet even more crimson.

The bedroom became quiet.

The curtain cloth burned by the flame shattered and rolled in mid-air, curled up and turned into a plume of blue smoke.

The Dragonborn was panting. It was only a matter of a few seconds, but she seemed to have gone through a long run, still holding the blue tongue that Hazel presented as a sacrifice in her hand. She looked at Rosalia who was lying on the bed in front of her with a little shock, as if she was worried that she would suddenly get up and attack. Hazel lay on the ground, fainted, only a slightly undulating chest was left to prove that she was still alive. Leonard touched the back of his head and slowly climbed up from among the pile of wood chips. The squeak of the boots on the broken planks became the only sound in the bedroom.

"Do you still want to fight with me?" Gnaiya's calm voice resounded in the silence. "Leonard, are you going to avenge me for your goddess?"

The ring finger took a deep breath, and he forcefully removed the iron ring blocking his cheek, revealing the face that had been burned by the flames. He glanced at the fallen Rosalia, then at Hazel, who was lying on the ground in a coma, and slowly shook his head.