Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 556 Brothers, is it a fire transmitted?

Outside the city.

Loren's perception was fully opened, his divine eyes swept across the four directions, locking the remaining gray mist along the way through night vision.

  Two kilometers at nine o'clock!

After confirming the position, Luo En converged his breath, speeded up to catch up with the wild hunting army that was shrinking and retreating, and quietly followed the team.

The wild hunting army that actively attacked human cities;

Undead who was inexplicably transformed;

The killing efficiency of slaughtering a town with thousands of people overnight...

This sudden natural disaster was filled with a strange atmosphere, and there seemed to be intervention from the gods behind the scenes.

Let me see who it is!

It wasn't Skaha who came to visit Britain from Scotland?

Luo En muttered to himself in his heart while playing with the last journey carefully.

The fog is extremely fast, and even deliberately changes lanes and detours while walking.

But these are naturally not hidden from Luo En's eyes and perceptions. He followed the remaining breath of death along the way and firmly locked in the main body of the wild hunting army.

Both sides crossed the stream, crossed the mountains, walked through the wilderness, and finally came to a valley.

The valley was filled with mist, and the rugged gray-black rocks were exposed. There was no grass growing along the way, without the slightest breath of life.

Luo En looked up at the old trees around him that seemed to have been drained from moisture and green, as well as the skeletons of animals scattered in the ravines, and his eyes flashed.

Have you squeezed out all the vitality of various nearby creatures?

Really domineering...

Suppress your thoughts and continue to move forward with the wild hunting army.

Through the blockade of gray mist, Lorne saw a deserted and simple sacrificial ground and a throne piled with blue-gray giant stones.

Above the throne, a withered body sat upright, with broken armor covering only the torso, and a big sword covered with cracks in his hand.

The armor is made of a mixture of mitral and pure gold. The surface is originally engraved with sunlight and thunder and lightning patterns, and the scarlet cloak should show a sacred and majestic atmosphere.

But now, the armor is in a charred and broken form, with burning ashes and cracks attached to the outer edges. Like its owner, the overall sense of decay is full of decay.

When we arrived at the sacrificial ground, the wild hunting army gathered in the open area, slowly raised their hands, and recited ancient and solemn prayers:

“To light, praise my Lord—Gerwin, the Sun King:

You are the tyrant of all the dead, and you are the only one who bears all the injuries in this life.

You are the king of all living people, creating eternal glory for us.

The greatest conqueror, the greatest guardian.

- Lords of Ashes, the Red Dragon of Wales! ”

Accompanied by the passionate chanting, strands of golden green light spots filled with vigorous vitality overflowed from the gray fog and their bodies, gathering together towards the broken altar in the center.

After absorbing these sacrifices, the Okan tree texts distributed around the altar were activated, and the brazier, which was originally only left with embers, also rekindled a cluster of golden flames.

The warm and bright fire swayed and jumped in the valley, dispelling some of the cold and darkness around it, and also making the originally restless and chaotic undead solemn and quiet.

And the body on the throne, which was like a dead tree, was reignited under the illumination of the golden flame. A pair of dark and empty eyes slowly opened, looking at somewhere in the gray fog, and a excited and hoarse growl came out of the rolling throat:

“Living!”

The fog floated to both sides of the valley like boiling boiling water. Loren, who was hiding it, raised his hands and showed an awkward but polite smile:

"Gwyn, the Sun King? The Lord Danu who maintains a balance of life and death in Wales, right? Look at your appearance... is this dead?"

"Blasphemy! Blasphemy! Blasphemy!"

The wild hunters who were originally comforted by the holy fire yelled angrily, drew their swords and raised their guns and shields to wipe out the usurpers in front of their monarchs and gods.

“Boom!”

The golden sword light burst out, and the lawns and gravels around exploded, and hundreds of wild hunters who launched the charge were shattered.

In the dust of dust, Luo En shook a golden sword condensed by magic in his hand and said angrily:

"You should look like a dead person. You should forcibly rob the lives and souls of living creatures to prosper your life. You, the main god, is a bit too expensive."

Gwen, who was above the throne, did not answer, and slowly stood up with his broken sword. His empty eyes looked at the uninvited guest in the valley through the semi-breaking armor, with a beast-like greed and desire in his eyes.

The figure ahead was so bright and dazzling in his eyes, like a sun in the darkness.

Such powerful and rich divinity is simply the firewood chosen by God. It is most suitable for filling into the furnace chamber and becoming a fire that warms us!

The withered and charred figure rushed down from the throne, swung the broken sword in his hand, and smashed it towards the target.

The gray mist around them buzzed and vibrated simultaneously, condensed into dead spears, cooperating with Gwen to launch an attack.

Want to swallow me? It depends on whether you have the ability!

Luo En sneered and raised the golden sword in his hand, and a dazzling fire burst out from his body, annihilated the dead spear around him in one fell swoop and swept forward.

For a time, charred armor fragments and ashes flew in the heat wave formed by the golden flames.

Gwen let out a low roar, dragging his hunched body, and jumping up with his remaining divine flames. The big sword covered with cracks in his hand slashed out a chaotic trajectory. Where the sword tip passed, sparks burst, as if they were about to tear time and space apart.

His withered face was hidden behind the flames, and his only left right eye was flashing with a crazy dark golden light. Every time he slashed, he was accompanied by a crisp sound like a broken bone - it was the wailing thousand-year-old body that was about to die and wailed because he was overwhelmed.

Luo En raised his sword to deal with it, underestimating it.

Although Gwyn is the king of wild hunting in Wales, he is probably able to fight with Skaha, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom during his heyday.

But that was when he was alive.

Now, Gwen has fallen for some reason, and only one remains of a body, driven by his survival instinct, by dominating the wild hunting army, passing through the vitality and soul of the living creatures, and forcibly prolonging his life. His strength is long gone.

What's more, even Scaha at his heyday was defeated by him, not to mention Gwen who was surviving at the moment.

The gold and the gray-red sword collided, and the ashes wrapped around Mars splashed everywhere. The divine fire in Gerwin's body was quickly consumed, and his withered body cracked sharply, and was forced toward the broken throne step by step.

Seeing that the gods he served were at a disadvantage, the wild hunters around him were restless and immediately gathered their military formations to defend themselves against the powerful enemy before the Sun King Gwin.

it's useless!

Luo En rushed into the enemy formation without even using the power of the gods. He completely tore the formation of this wild hunting army with simple swordsmanship and magic.

The figure is agile and fast, as fast as the wind, as invasion as fire, and as difficult as the yin.

The sword light is dazzling, like a falling star. The sword moves like thunder, and when it is fast, it is like a flame burning the sky, and as slow as Mount Tai presses the top, forming an unparalleled suppression force.

Under the dark night, the sword lights in the sky burst into full bloom, as if the waves condensed by the rivers and seas, the drooping frost, and the flowing mercury... beauty and danger coexist.

Wherever it passes, the plants and trees are broken, the soil and petroleum are turned into powder, and the wild hunting spirits melt away in the flames. Seeing that the number of his subordinates and subjects rapidly decreased, Gwen's remaining body seemed to have been awakened by a trace of his mind.

He overturned the altar and let the remaining sacred fire in the brazier pour on his remains.

Suddenly, the originally dark and withered body suddenly burst into golden flames several feet high.

The next moment, the broken giant sword was raised high, and the dead **** let out a silent roar. The remaining divine fire and lightning power gathered at the tip of the sword into a silver ball of light, like the last eruption of the dying sun.

“Boom!”

When the light ball exploded, burning thunder marks rose on the ground, but they were no longer able to recreate the glory of the "light of light" in the past.

Ashes filled the battlefield with a burnt smell, and a golden sword penetrated Gwen's abdomen, creating a sad footnote to this long-destined final battle.

The burned pieces kept peeling off from the withered body. The dead **** raised his old cheeks covering half of the mask, looking at the devastated battlefield, and a bitter smile appeared in his eyes:

"It seems that I've been in a lot of trouble."

"It's okay, it's solved."

Luo En replied softly and asked immediately,

"What are the last words?"

Although he is not completely aware of the character of this Sun King Gwyn, after his death, these Welsh wild hunting undead spirits have to collect sacrifices for him at all costs and continue their lives. He should be a competent god.

Faced with such a respectable god, he didn't mind helping the top leader, but fulfilling the other party's wishes and allowing the other party to enter death with peace of mind.

Hearing the kindness in this words, Gwen took off his seven-angle crown and pleaded:

"If possible, please replace me and let them end this painful eternal life."

Luo En understood that what Gwen said was referring to his wild hunting army and the transformed undead.

Once Gwen, as the main god, dissipates, these undead who have lost support will lose the only light in the darkness, completely depraved, and cause great disasters.

"Aren't you the Wild Hunting King of Wales? Is there no way to free them?" Lorne was a little confused.

"There are too many corpses buried in this world. The filth accumulated by death is far exceeding the world's self-purification speed. Moreover, the power I hold is not complete. I try my best to comfort them briefly and slow down the outbreak of [disasters], and cannot completely free these undeads."

Ge Wen shook his head, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his old and haggard face.

Then, he looked up at the unknown young god, sensed the blazing, dazzling and pure fire in his body, and a hint of hope appeared in his eyes:

"But you are different. You are stronger and younger than me. Your flame is filled with the power of light, which seems to purify the filth of death and the resentment in the soul. So, I beg you to give them redemption and free them from their suffering..."

With his haggard hands, he held up the golden crown, waiting for the young god's choice.

Loren hesitated for a moment, slowly lowered his head, allowing Gwin to put the crown on his head.

As soon as the crown and skin came into contact, the divine intention in his mind spread like a tide, communicating with the wild hunting army in the gray fog.

Obviously, this is the magic weapon Gwyn used to control the wild hunting army.

As the ceremony was completed, the flames symbolizing light were rekindled from the broken altar where only embers were left, and the restless undead were settled.

Gwen felt the long-lost warmth, and his cheeks were constantly shattering with a hint of relief. He looked at Lorne and murmured:

"I hope my choice is right, you can really save them and lead this dying world toward [light]..."

A world that is about to die?

There is also something wrong with the Celtic God generation?

Luo En's expression moved, and he was about to ask, but the withered body in front of him had turned into ashes and drifted with the wind.

Ridder man!

Luo En complained in his heart, and could only suppress the doubts in his heart for a while, and turned to look at the blue-gray stone throne.

It seems that I can only sit in Ge Wen's seat first, purify or restrain this out-of-control wild hunting army.

Making up his mind, Loren, with the crown on his head, walked up the steps and bent down to sit on the cold and hard throne.

The golden holy fire on the altar jumped violently, like a rising warm sun, and gray mist surged, and thousands of undead emerged from it, roaring and howling to celebrate the crown and succession of the new king together.

Just as Lorne was preparing to activate the power of God of [Fire] to see if these undead could be purified, a sharp whistling suddenly broke out.

"Swish!"

A bunch of blue light spears that looked like thorns flew from the entrance of the valley, penetrated the gray fog, rubbed against Lorne's head, and nailed the entire stone throne's back.

"I finally found you, the culprit of the massacre of the city!"

With the slight sound of sand and stone being moved, a figure with a blue-black twig-shaped hair crown, a blue-black elegant gauze dress, a black veil and a shawl-skinned figure slowly walked from the entrance of the valley.

It seemed like the cold moonlight illuminated the deep darkness.

Luo En: “…”

"You made a default? Very good!"

“?"

"Then tonight, let's calculate the crime of crossing the line without authorization and leading the wild hunting and killing the living!"

The silver-haired woman snorted coldly, raised her hand to summon a blue-black magic wand with a cross pyramid at the tip, like a spear, and waved it forward.

"Stop here, finally here, you are all filthy, and you are all broken - the holy gun, pull the anchor!"

In a cold moan, the blue and black magic circle map formed over the throne, attracting the vast moonlight, gathering into beams of gloomy light, turning into invincible gun tips.

Feeling the cold chill approaching, Luo En just woke up as if he was dreaming and quickly explained:

"Misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding! It was Gwyn, the one who ran to the British massacre, was the king of wild hunting in Wales. It had nothing to do with me, I passed by!"

"Then why are you wearing his crown and sitting in his seat?"

"He gave it to me and said he wanted me to help. If you don't believe me, please ask..."

Luo En turned his head and looked at the ground where there was no residue left, and his expression suddenly solidified.

After a moment of ease, a dry smile spread on his face and asked carefully:

"If I say this is an accident, do you believe it?"

  Swish swish swish swish!

The magic wand in the silver-haired woman's hand suddenly fell, and thirteen long spears woven by magic factors passed through the magic circle in the sky and smashed towards Lorne on the throne in a head-on manner.

(This chapter ends)