The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Don't worry? Well, to be honest, I once had a friend who was also ashes, but... anyway, it's not normal to think about it as a way of raising money and making people die to continue the world. . Don’t mind, it’s just me talking casually.” Zelin can talk about this from the perspective of a bystander, but for people in this world, this is their hope for survival. "But there are so many people in this world who are struggling to pray for life. It is really a difficult choice. I may not be able to help you, but accept this. You shoulder the responsibility of saving the world. No matter how much help you receive, As it should be."

Zelin handed Ashes a bottle of north wind bomb. "Well, use it carefully, I know you definitely don't have this kind of thing. This can quickly cool the surroundings and freeze the enemy. But before using it, remember to hide in a bunker. Otherwise, if you freeze yourself together, That would be bad. By the way, you must remember that this is not for drinking."

Ash looked at the blue liquid swaying in the glass bottle in his hand, nodded, and put it in his armor pocket.

"I should go now, hope... we can still have a chance to meet, Ashes."

Zelin walked past the ashes and walked outside the sacrificial area.

After Zelin left, Ash looked at the potion bottle in his hand, lost in thought, until a voice appeared again, and then he regained his attention.

"Ah, you are back, the king of wandering souls of my generation." Yulia did not know when he appeared in front of Ashes. Ashes only noticed that she had reached the remote and dark place on the edge of the sacrificial field. The place where Yulia of Rondoll is located. "You have seen that man, have you? For you and for Rondall, I must advise you that that man has an elusive style and may soon become a hindrance in your path. If you can, He and Obek, who has ambitions that shouldn't exist, bring their ashes. All this is for you to become a true king."

Yulia said in a sweet and greasy voice, coquettishly.

Ash looked at Yulia, then looked down at the glass bottle in his hand, and walked away without a word.

"The dark mark guides you, and may you be safe, the king of my generation."

The first thousand four hundred and fifty chapters of the last humanity

If you become a paladin in the kingdom of twilight, what will you look like?

Hillis had imagined more than once that if she became a paladin and inherited the mantle of her grandfather, she could protect her country from chaos and disasters like her grandfather, so that the people of the twilight country would be protected from bad luck. So powerful, so great, revered and admired by people. She has been dependent on her grandfather all the time, following the path of her grandfather, becoming a pious and powerful Paladin, is her only goal in life, a dream to be pursued.

The withered leaves fell slowly, falling into the stagnant water on the ground, lighting up a halo.

The weather is very cold.

Maybe it's hot?

No, it's not that important. The flames are gradually extinguishing, day and night, sun rising and sunset, cold and humid, or sultry and dry, all have no meaning. The first fire is everything, where there is no fire, there is only chaos and darkness. Just like the era before the flame, there is no time, no heat and cold. But Siris knew very well that this had nothing to do with the flame extinguishing. She was still located within the flame-shrouded area, the place closest to the holy city of fire spreading Losric.

Are you still thinking?

Siris closed her legs together, her arms wrapped around her knees, she was sitting on the ground, and the water on the ground faintly reflected the familiar and unfamiliar face. The original smooth and white cheeks have now become a little thin, as if the skin is losing moisture and vitality, as if it is moving towards withered tree bark. Almost half of the face has become like this. Only the other half of the face can be seen. Out of the original delicate and handsome. The left cheek had begun to die, the whole sunken, like a tattered spider web, and the skin was pale and bloodless. No one is unfamiliar with this situation. To be precise, people in this world know what it is, and they also know that if there is no flame, everyone will gradually become like this.

In the fire-spreading sacrificial field, after knowing that she could not ask for flames to save the kingdom of twilight, Siris didn’t know how she got here, let alone how she avoided the cliffs and monsters on the road, but She didn't know which one was better to come here or be killed by a monster halfway.

Without fire, the last hope to save the kingdom of twilight also disappeared.

First, a large number of undead appeared in the twilight country. Siris tried to eliminate the possible impact of the undead, as much as possible to isolate the living from the undead, and kill the maddened living corpses to protect the people from Hurt.

Everything is like her grandpa would do.

She became the paladin of the twilight country, but not what she had imagined. There is no surviving knight in the Twilight Kingdom. She is the last person, and the last person who can even hold a sword and fight a living corpse. Although she had become an undead at that time, she believed that she could survive. The undead's ability to recover quickly allowed her to do many things that ordinary soldiers could not do. She believed that she could.

It's like her grandfather once blessed it.

But later, more and more humans appeared in the dark circle and became undead, and more and more undead became crazy living corpses, and the number of living corpses eventually became difficult to deal with. If a country is made up of humans, it can continue to exist, but when there are only a few humans left in the entire country and all the rest become living corpses, then is this a country of living corpses or humans? Home? But no matter what, this must be a place where humans can't live. No matter what Siris did, even if he stayed awake, he couldn't reverse such a decline.

She has no such power.

There is no power like the grandfather.

If it were her grandfather, what would happen in this situation? Hillis has been thinking this way. Since the undead appeared because the flames are about to go out, then finding a way to make the flames burn as soon as possible can solve the current dilemma, just like her grandfather was carrying a sword to find and solve the curse of the undead. The same way. So Siris took the sword again, wearing the Dark Moon Sword armor that her real body had never been recognized, and left the Twilight Kingdom again, and came to the vicinity of Losric.

The crow screamed, and the world was left with only two colors of withered yellow and gray. The fallen leaves are spread on the ground, on the cursed tree that fell into the wandering cave house, like a shroud covering the corpse, but is it covered with the dead tree or is it a death for the world? If there are still fallen leaves, it is indeed a thankful thing, because it means that there are trees that persist in not dying. This is really rare, just as few people are still alive in this world.

As little as there is hope in this world.

She is powerless to defeat the awakened King King, and she has no power to fight against the twin princes. She can't do anything to pass the fire. She can't even throw herself into the flames like Ashes. Let the flames flourish. She can't be a firewood. , She is just an ordinary, unpaid and cursed undead. Even at the end, I went to the fire-passing sacrificial site, and wanted to ask for a flame. Even if it was to let the flame burn itself, I had to bring a ray of flame to the country of twilight, so that the people there would survive, even if it was burned to death. .

But she was still rejected. The flame can no longer be separated, and there is only the last flame. She couldn't even separate a ray of flames. Rudos, the salaried king there, told her that even if she burned herself, she couldn't insist on bringing the flames back to the country of twilight.

Even his life is so worthless.

The mutated giant crow flapped its wings and landed on the cursed tree, pecking at the carrion on the ground. It must be the living corpse wandering in the undead settlement, unconsciously walking nearby and falling to death. Hillis stared at the ground in a daze, she probably didn't know what she was thinking. The stiff brain seems to have disappeared, maybe she has become a living corpse, but she hasn't realized it yet? How long has she been here? I don't know, she seems to be sitting here all the time.

What's her name? Yes, Hillis. But why did she come here?

Yes...

She is just a **** who can't do anything.

Can't get the flames, can't solve the living corpses, can't beat the Salary King and Prince Losric, she told the people who are still alive in the twilight country, telling them that she will solve the problem and protect them to survive, but now, they must be there too. It has become a living corpse while waiting. It's funny to think about it. He actually promised to become someone else's knight after completing his responsibilities, but now he has become like this. Unfulfilled responsibilities, unfulfilled promises.

He didn't even have the qualifications to become Chai Xin.

Hillis shrank his head.

She felt her ears buzzing.

Is this really a sound? She didn't care, maybe there was a living corpse approaching, or she was about to die, this was the last hallucination in her ears. But to become a living corpse here, to be able to die with his grandfather, and not to attack other living people because of madness, this is really a luxury ending for the incompetent self.

Her vision had already become blurred. In vaguely, she saw the figure of a man sliding down along the thick vine hanging from the roof of the wandering cave. The crow was startled and quacked. They pounced on the newly-appearing figure, but then they were chopped to the ground. The remaining crows flapped their wings and flew away in a panic, leaving only a few falling feathers.

"Hiris?!"

The voice echoed in the cave room, very loud, but it seemed to be coming from far away in Siris' ears.

"Hiris?!"

The man stood on the corpse of the cursed tree and looked around the wandering cave house. In the end, his gaze stopped at the figure sitting on the ground nearby.

"Siris! Damn, why did you come here! I have been looking for you for a long time!"

Gradually walking in, Zelin's appearance gradually appeared in the blurred vision. Siris tried to open his eyes as much as possible, but his body did not listen. She felt that she had lifted the stabbing sword beside her, like a living corpse, staring at the demon hunter who walked towards her without a god.

As expected, Zelin's footsteps suddenly stopped at a distance of about four meters from Siris, and his right hand touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

He is still alive.

But why do I still have a face to face him again?

Why is he here?

Helped myself, saved myself. He didn't want to repay him, and his promise became a ridiculous empty talk.

Siris looked at the person in front of him holding the sword in his hand, staring at himself warily. She wanted to say something, but in the end all she uttered was a meaningless scream. She may not be able to make a sound anymore, and the inside of her body has begun to decay just like her appearance. Seeing the demon hunter raising his sword cautiously close to him, Siris remained silent and also raised his sword. Only the last trace of her sanity remained, and she might become a living corpse in the next second. But it’s okay, it’s better to die while you are sane than to become those filthy corpses. She didn't try to make a sound anymore. Now she has become a dangerous creature. In this case, let Zelin think that he is dead. He is a good person, maybe only by killing a familiar person. The living corpse will not make him feel sad, feel self-blaming.

The crow's feathers fell on Siris' shoulders, as if to see off the last reason. She slowly lifted her legs, and the dead leaves were stepped on by the silver boots that were no longer glamorous for a long time, sinking into stagnant water, sinking into silt, and finally unable to float, completely blending with the sludge.

She raised the sword, and then looked at Zelin with satisfaction at also raising the ebony blade in her hand.

The blade collided, and her stiff hands and feet couldn't resist the blade of the ebony blade. After only a few confrontations, she had completely fallen into a disadvantage.

That's enough.