The last headhunter

Chapter 30
Burn this page with "eternal fire"
On the back, the mysterious and ancient runes engraved on the parchment are about to move.Even though the passage of time had stopped, this blue rune, which was endowed with a breath of life, was still hovering and flying uninhibitedly.They seem to become extremely excited under some kind of induction and coordination, sending out shocking ripples in the irregular movements of swaying around.

What exactly is this?This is far more abundant and more splendid spell shock than contemporary magic - even people who have never practiced magic can clearly feel that this kind of flow strengthens their own elemental power.As peaceful and peaceful as one with nature, the essence of the world and the universe, and even the flow laws and regulations bred by this essence, seem to be perfectly displayed and sublimated in this rune fragment.

This is the first time the boy has approached such a mysterious thing.From this rune, you can clearly see the trajectory of the time cycle and the eternity in which all things grow and restrain each other. You can feel the all-encompassing wisdom of the ancient gods and the arrogance of ruling the world.This has already surpassed the limit of what human beings can accomplish, and even hundreds of thousands of years in the future will not be able to reverse and create such a field of runic energy.

rule.Yeah, that's the rule.All the turmoil is but a drop in the ocean under the gaze of the omniscient and omnipotent eyes. The indescribable giant hand gently fiddles with this time and space, and it is a new era when the earth falls and everything changes.

The young man felt—that ancient hatred.The era in which Riel lived, the "Genesis" that was supposed to be destroyed in the human era, the first year of natural disasters.From that moment on, human beings really ushered in the terrifying old enemy, the undead, and thus cultivated the courage and tenacity of gold in the unyielding struggle.But also because of this, at the end of the ancient golden age, countless excellent civilizations and knowledge of mankind were lost, and countless scholars and God's Chosen were completely lost.The runes used in Riel's book must also be the creations that prevailed in that glorious era.With the passage of time, these accumulated and precipitated vicissitudes of wisdom can only become a few words of indoctrination, which is reflected in this book as an ancient and sad reflection of nothingness.

If it weren't for the star-like runes shining in front of his eyes, the young man would never have believed that there really were creations of gods in this world.It is hard to imagine how powerful this blessing rune has penetrated the power of law.

It is inconceivable that everything that happened in this grotesque world is beyond the imagination of a teenager!
He was still amazed by what he had discovered, immersed in this beautiful and colorful magical energy.But at this time, a cold touch came suddenly.The phantom that had been watching him silently had actually come close to him, and was gently stroking his cheeks that were frenzied and agitated by surprise.As if she didn't want to forget every detail, she greedily looked around, scrutinized, recorded, and frantically perceived the boy's almost nervous breath as if she wanted to engrave everything in her heart.Her body, which was nothing but continuously drawing pale reflections in the space, clung to the young man, and then gradually lowered her posture, snuggling up to his side as tenderly as possible, the beating heartbeat echoing in the stagnant space It was so earth-shattering.

Memories from time immemorial travel across time and space.Countless reincarnations in the past are praying like stars.And every step crossed, every fierce battle experienced, every city-state reached by walking side by side, the light, darkness, pain, despair, sadness, excitement, and joy that have been walked hand in hand are intertwined with countless emotions. In the azure sky flying all over the sky, accompanied by the trembling body of the phantom, the sky was dyed into colorful ink.

The boy remembered her.Remember the woman who once haunted him.Together they watched the monstrous lava boulders die in fiery red splendor, as if they were watching a firework burning just for them.And among the fireworks, under the stars, they are riding the brilliant blue light, being dragged by the wind and rain and romantically flying to the unknown distance.

That is the other side of the soul.There, all the dead will be reshaped, re-accepted by the Earth Mother, conceived and scattered like seeds, and returned to the world.That is the holy land that no god is qualified to control, it is the most peaceful paradise of all existence.

They were there, and finally got the most perfect salvation and ascension.

"You are you?"

Unexplainable confusion.The distant past that has been hidden in the depths of memory has emerged incomparably before her eyes, but she still cannot remember her outline.The phantom woman who was embracing her in front of her eyes still couldn't be seen, but there was an extremely strong sadness and reluctance.Such an unquestionable and firm feeling can be fully understood just by looking at it like that.

Even if you can't feel it, you can't appreciate a little face and voice.The warm touch produced by the familiar hug and breathing could not use any other evidence to help him recall.This deep or shallow memory gap is full of scars, which can no longer be filled with any kind and gentle figure.Memories that don't belong to me, but also belong to me, are intertwined in a chaotic and complicated way.

In mind.she says.Always keep it in mind.

She patted the boy's heart lightly, then let go of the hug.She turned around almost determinedly, and galloped towards the endless darkness in the dense forest.The stars followed behind her, just like fireflies chasing the brilliant night sky.But the young man could only stand where he was, watching the figure flee away lightly, gradually drifting away.

His feet were bound by star-colored belts, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't move.So many regrets that have been put into this life have finally become broken bubbles one after another under the passing of a long time.

Didn't even have time to say thank you.She overcomes a fatal problem for the boy, reveals the secrets of Riel's classics, and paves the way for the boy's destiny to be manifested.The mysterious power exclusive to him will be manifested, and the entire Luo'an continent will be turbulent for his appearance. Who would know that this phantom, which does not even have an entity and can only exist in the stagnant spiritual world, once lived in this world? Give this most crucial magic weapon and this enlightened understanding at the most critical moment?
Perhaps only teenagers would firmly believe in her existence.The voice in my heart was shouting and whistling.This fateful awakening and encounter will be accompanied by this brand-new perseverance and will forever remain in the most magnificent throne in the memory hall.

she left.Puzzled, unwilling, long and ancient thoughts.These inexplicable emotions filled the boy's dark pupils.

The sound of glass breaking.In an instant, stasis space began to crumble and disintegrate like a mirror.With the woman's departure, this secret world that could no longer be maintained quickly melted away with a dizzying sense of shock.Light and darkness are intertwined at the boundary between real and virtual, and the roulette wheel of the world is spinning rapidly again in the doomsday world.The hustle and bustle was mixed with sharp roars, and the fiery red meteorites piercing through the sky roared through the clouds, and the peace and tranquility finally dissipated in this bubble dream, and the clear and gentle figure was buried by the past.

The boy returned to the battlefield filled with gunpowder.The long-lost sense of transparency was once again replaced by a sense of loss.Walking out of the mirror world, time began to flow. Makaros's terrifying slashing was like a giant mountain in the rising purple flames of destruction, and Jeska was standing proudly looking at the approaching death breath , Brilliant golden light continuously gathered on his body.He faced the coming destruction with majestic extraordinary will and courage, and enjoyed the upheaval and suffering of this life.

That's a hero.That is the lonely courage to fight with all your strength even though you know you are powerless to resist.He shoulders the responsibility of guardianship, and he possesses irreplaceable abilities and corresponding obligations, so even if he dies here, he will never escape in the slightest—if death is his final value, then he will have no hesitation usher in eternal destiny.

This is also the truth that Mal and Deman finally comprehended.What allows human beings to survive in the face of massacres, natural disasters and plagues is the praise of courage and sacrifice for thousands of years.

So Jeska plucked up the courage to face such an ending.He cast all desires behind him, thus freeing the ultimate power.

The seraph, which was nearly broken, suddenly woke up, and was sublimated and transformed under the baptism of the powerful holy light!The golden wings of light descended again in the magnificent chants, and stood up with a noble posture.Two brand-new wings descended from the sky, killing countless corpse demons, zombies and gluttons, and at the same time protecting Jeska's stalwart body like protecting a child.The eight-winged angel finally came to the dirty world through the unyielding determination and prayer of the great pastor, bringing God's will!
The shock of this scene is jaw-dropping.The young man was seeing that this space completely bathed in holy light could no longer accommodate any undead.And the impact of the skull's evil energy has been unable to break through this sacred domain.The only remaining threat was the all-out blow from Makaros.This towering monster, who was still fearless when he saw the eight-winged angel descending, was launching a berserk offensive against the light curtain!
The giant blade has come into contact with the veil of light!The living war halberd that now has a strange human face is spewing poisonous mist and eroding the inner wall of the holy light, while the spreading evil energy flames are fighting fiercely with the holy power!Violent energy explosions flew up in the long dust again and again, and the extremely chaotic two-color ripples were even more weird and distorted in the bloody storm.The two giant figures, who were at loggerheads, collided with each other in the dark, covering the sky and arousing a more raging sea of ​​flames.

If this is the case, if they can achieve the same strength as each other, then they should be able to survive until the moment when the meteorite sea descends here!By then, Macaroth would have been burned to the bone by that amount of bombardment.

Just hold on till Sariel finishes her arcane spell, Jeska!Come on, come on!

The boy prayed silently.The protection of Jieshika is related to the life and death of all people.He must not—

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the boy's fantasy was completely shattered.Makaros, who was obviously a little irritated, was falling into a mania due to the anxiety of the situation.He, who obviously underestimated the strength of everyone, was a little confused at this moment.But for the undead, the chaos is just the beginning of liberation.

emotion.The undead also have emotions, as well as various mood swings and attunements.They also feel fear and panic in the face of difficulties, and they also try hard to think about how to get out of the status quo.But different from the greatest emotional logic of human beings, the so-called solution advocated by the undead is always the first choice for violence.These simple-minded creatures always think that everything can be solved by twitching people.Therefore, in the face of the authentic work of God's Wrath that came to the world, Makaros' choice is——

Desperate to destroy him, destroy him.

Facing Jie Shika who was blessed by the gods, he roared and activated a secret technique that was exclusive to the undead.

Necromancy.This is a cult secret book from the undead mages.They don't have occupational regulations, as long as they are high-level undead creatures with wisdom, they will practice some.These terrifying spells with a dark aura are the resentment of the undead from the abyss towards this world and their hatred of all creatures.They will curse all creatures and infect the originally lush and lush land with darkness.

Macaroth is no exception.He has been trained by a powerful necromancer to learn this deadly method.

They call it, "Death Bell."With an unstoppable, fel energy arrow that penetrates all existence, it will completely penetrate the dead enemy.The magic circle soared up amidst the strange chants, and the giant longbow that could split the stars transformed in front of Makaros' manic roar, and the fel energy that poured down with the halberd was majestic. A huge black light long arrow flew out from the ground.It passed through the baptism of the holy light so easily, and penetrated to Jeska's chest!

Highly poisonous, evil energy, invincible.The golden light was torn out a gigantic rift, and the bell of death rang out along with the whistling wind.The power of the eight-winged angel is fully activated, but it can only slowly slow down the evil energy arrow, but it cannot completely disintegrate it with divine power.If this continues, Jeska, who has lost consciousness due to the divine incarnation, will only have the only fate of "being pierced by an arrow".

The teenager knows that the time has come.The countless reflections that flashed past in the memory, the exhausting journey of pilgrimage to the land full of yellow sand in the long life, the mysterious figure that still lingers in the heart, and the hero of Ruier who brought her inheritance.

She taught herself to recognize, recognize, and meet people.

She taught herself to burn the page of runes with eternal fire, and then bring salvation to her friends.

She is so compassionate.Such a well-intentioned hero was erased from the monument by the kingdom.

But her relics are still intact.Even today, she still exudes a bright light of rescue.

The boy stood up decisively.In his hand, the blue light of the ancient book of Ruier was overflowing, and the ancient runes, which had long been uncontrollable, were trembling with excitement.

"Michelle, senior. You can manipulate eternal fire, can't you?"

"Of course. My honorable Headhunter."

In the shocked expression of the young man, Michelle knelt down on one knee regardless of her old age, with her right hand spread out on her chest devoutly.

"Please issue instructions. Arcane Singer of the Eternal Realm, build an everlasting level for your spells."

Arcane Singer?The realm of eternity?what is that?
The teenager was confused.But that's not the point.The point is, now we must help Jeska guard Sariel's last meteorite call.For this, he must be further strengthened.

The headhunting instinct was baptized like an epiphany at this moment.The boy tore off the rune page, and then lightly passed it to Michelle who dared not look up due to panic.The latter took it with both hands and began to sing tremblingly.The familiar multicolored fire was burning brilliantly in his hands.

"It is an honor in my life. I can sing such a high-level spell, and I will die without regret."

As he spoke so excitedly, the corners of his eyes turned out to be crystal clear.

"Please allow me to pay homage to the ancient god."

"My light casts your wisdom."

"My arm casts your body."

"My eyes form your vision."

"My feet make your journey."

"Adventurer. Hold your head up."

"The stars are burning for you at this moment. The light of the empire that is sleeping in the holy Luo'an will be continued in you."

A burst of golden light erupted in front of his eyes.And the line of sight is completely covered.Beneath the divine radiance of incomparable purity lies a man in golden armor and a crown on his head.
God.

That is God.It was the supreme existence that ruled the world in the glorious era.

(End of this chapter)