The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zellingben believes that he has seen many places, whether it is majestic walls or decaying ruins, or finely carved works of art such as Buckland, or bustling towns such as Rome and Constantinople, even in Asia. Nan's exquisite and meticulous city, it is estimated that it will not attract the marvel of the demon hunter. But now, he found that he had seen too few places.

The city in front of me seemed to be frozen at the moment of collapse. The ground fell apart and the building tilted and collapsed, but it was frozen at the moment it was about to fall. This kind of apocalyptic scene may not be created by painters and bards no matter how famous they are. Zelin was sitting in a fairly intact private house, wrapping up the wound with a white cloth. This house seems to be on the edge of the gathering place. Compared with the inclined buildings outside, most of the buildings here are still firmly fixed on the ground. Zelin even found a few complete ceramic pots on the wooden frames in the house. . Unfortunately, there is nothing inside.

But this is not a safe place. He has encountered monsters. Up to now, he has avoided conflicts with monsters as much as possible, but some monsters still look beyond his expectations.

Before finding this house, Zelin met a huge knight. When he first saw a human figure, he wanted to try to find someone who was still a little sane, and asked about the situation nearby, but after seeing the other person, he gave up this idea. This creature can only be said to look like a knight, or that he was indeed a human guarding here.

The knight had a strange figure. It had no face, and the facial features on its cheeks were replaced by pitch black. The metal pieces on the armor are twisted and deformed, and the outline of the human body is almost invisible. Zelin noticed that many withered vines protruded from the gaps in the armor, entwining the knight, and the knight's abdominal armor was completely torn apart, and large pieces of entangled withered vines were squeezed out from the cracks. It seems that these vines grow savagely in the knight’s body, eventually breaking through the skin and propping up the armor. However, all these bizarre sights in the Sealed Land of the end times make one wonder whether this is a human with vines or vines. Become a human appearance.

You can see living corpses overgrown with vines and dead branches everywhere, as if the living corpses in the gathering place are turning into some kind of plant. Sometimes, when Zelin sees a walking corpse in the hiding place, he almost I couldn't tell whether it was an unconscious living corpse or an oak tree that had grown hands and feet and began to walk like a human. He bet that even the most knowledgeable druid would not understand this plant.

Pulling the bandage forcefully, Zelin felt the confinement in his palm. A small group of blood stains leaked out on the bandage, but the spread quickly stopped. The wound on his arm was resolved, but there was still pain in the chest cavity with breathing. It would be better if he could have the potion, but now, he had no idea where his things had fallen. It would be terrible if he fell into the endless abyss below the gathering place.

He found the package that was thrown out, but most of the contents in it were no longer usable. The potion bottle was smashed to pieces, and the herbal medicine inside was soaked in the potion. He could only tell as much as possible how much could be used. . Fortunately, before leaving the fire-spreading sacrifice ground, he gave the north wind bomb to Ashes, otherwise if the bottle of north wind burst in the package, it is estimated that nothing will be left in it.

Zelin suddenly felt a little heartache. These two swords had gone through so many adventures with him. One was difficult to find and the other was extremely expensive. If he lost them here, then this adventure would be too bad. It's like transporting the bad wine from the north to Tousent for sale.

On the way, Zelin noticed that the environment of the gathering place was not the decaying cities, but the sea of ​​clouds below. Here, he can see many peaks looming in the clouds, the nearest one even allows him to see the whole picture, but that place is not so much like a mountain peak, it is more like a left after being felled by a logger. Tree stump. The mountain cannot have such a flat top, nor can it have such a steep rock wall as if it were erected. But if this is a felled tree, then this tree is too high. But this also means that there may be ground below, and they just live above the clouds.

Of course, thinking about these things can't bring much improvement to his current situation.

Holding his abdomen, standing up slowly, Zelin patted the dust on his clothes. There is ashes everywhere here, and every gust of wind can roll up a flurry of ashes. With so many ashes, Zelin doesn't know how many things have been burned here, but the ashes here add up, maybe the whole city can be buried. Here, he couldn't see any living plants at all, even the vines covering the living corpses were just a withered and necrotic appearance.

When he walked out of the house, Zelin looked around. The sky was still a grayish-yellow color, and there were some steep faults nearby. But before noticing these faults, he walked to a dead tree, trying to get some vines that could still be used.

"...Oh, are you sane?"

Suddenly, the dead tree moved. Zelin took a step back abruptly, and subconsciously touched the hilt of his waist, and then he realized that there was no ebony blade in his waist.

The dead tree turned around slowly. No, this is not a dead tree, this is an old woman carrying a strange turtle shell, most of her body is tucked in a pale hard turtle shell, her head and neck are wrapped in a dirty rag. It's hard to see what it looks like. She was sitting on a heavy high-backed chair, the carved pattern on the backrest had long been blurred, and she could vaguely see the appearance of a snake with wings. The arm wrapped in the cloth was as thin as a branch, and she held a branch cane with a golden rattle in her hand, but the trembling hand made people wonder whether she could continue to hold the cane instead of letting it fall underneath. In the abyss before.

"It's weird, I thought it would be the end of that iron-skinned kid, why is someone here again?"

The hoarse voice of the old woman came into the ears of the demon hunter. All of her body was wrapped in gray cloth, wrapped tightly, as if she was afraid of letting herself come into contact with things outside, only in her head. The part left a gap. But in the gap, what Zelin could see was not a human face, only a piece of darkness.

Zelin looked at the other side vigilantly, and the other side sighed heavily, "Well, what do you want to do with my old lady with a lid on her back?"

"You still have reason? I thought there were only living corpses left in the last days." Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly, and several wrinkles appeared on his forehead. He won't let his guard down. In this place full of death and destruction, it is too abnormal to see a reasonable person.

"...Say okay first, I won't help you at all, I just want to stay here and watch" the old woman turned her head back again, looking at the decadent ruins in front of her.

"How long have you been here?" Zelin followed the old woman's gaze. There was only a ruin of apocalypse in front of him. He wanted to find out what was different in it, but in the end, he gave up. Here I really can't see what's wrong.

"What's the problem? How long have I been here?" The old woman thought for a while, and shook her head. "It's been too long, I can hardly remember. How did you come here? I thought it would never be here. Someone will come again. When the age of fire ends, everything will gather to the end. Whether it is a kingdom or a poor place, no one is spared. But speaking, the world is like this."

The old woman sighed deeply. "...That's why I like this scenery. Isn't this the work of the gods?"

"Maybe the gods won't like this doomsday scene either." Zelin looked at the endless ruins of the kingdom in front of him. From time to time, among the jagged ruins, several well-preserved spires could be seen, such as spears on the battlefield. With broken sword. The ruins stretched to the horizon, and the details in the distance became blurred in the white fog. "Did you see anyone else? Did anyone fly over?"

"There are so many ruins sent over and burned, the gods should be very happy. Oh, do you ask if anyone has passed? The last one who passed is Tin Devil, and then the one before..." The old woman closed her mouth and passed over. It took a while, until Zelin wanted to make sure whether she was still alive, she suddenly raised her head again. "I remembered that there was an old man with a red turban and a wounded eagle. Ah, I thought it was a landscape painting, but there were so many people."

"A wounded giant eagle?" Zelin asked quickly. "Where did it go?"

"I think about it, that seems to be..." The old woman tapped her forehead lightly with scrawny fingers. Finally, she raised her hand and pointed in a direction. "It should be over there. It was shot down by the angel. It was a dangerous landing. Ah, if you know the eagle and the people on the eagle's back, then you have to let them Be careful. Going down from here, there will be a huge, gloomy tree hole, now and then occasionally I still hear the sound coming from the tree hole, which is the voice of the devil, Lord Lorian mentioned. . It’s the voice of a monster that has been eroded by disease and is constantly cursing human beings."

Angel? Is this the name of that kind of flying monster?

Zelin remembered the name in his heart. "Do you know Prince Lorian of Losric?"

"Who in this world doesn't know Prince Lorian who led the army to defeat the Demon King." The old woman shook her head and fell silent again, as if she had completely seized the opportunity to be in the picture of the doomsday in front of her. "Do you like this doomsday scenery too? Do your thing, I just want to enjoy the scenery here."

Zelin glanced at the old woman one last time, then turned and walked towards the cliff ahead.

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The cliff in front of it is almost seven meters high and covered with white ash.

Zelin didn't plan to jump directly. With his current physical condition, jumping down was tantamount to aggravating his injuries. Fortunately, some things in the package can still come in handy.

"Da Vinci's parachute... I hope this thing is useful."

Unfolding the parachute, Zelin remembered how to use this thing in his mind. Da Vinci always has some strange ideas, but he should be able to ensure that his invention is safe. After checking that there were no gaps in the parachute, he took a deep breath, grabbed the handle of the parachute, took two steps back, and then jumped forward. But at the moment when he was about to fall, the parachute opened with a bang, and the top of the parachute was opened by the airflow, and he felt a tugging pain in his arm. The rate of descent slowed down. Looking at the ruins and gully approaching below, Zelin began to adjust his posture, change direction, and avoid the spires and cracks.

The old woman said that he saw a tin-skinned kid. Zelin didn't know who it was. It might be a knight who accidentally wandered here, but the knight in the red hood made Zelin think of Gail. Could it be that Gail came here too? Is the dye that Miss Ereder needs hidden in the gathering place of the doomsday? If this is the case, it is indeed a rare and dangerous dye. But thinking about the paintings to be painted with this dye, it is not surprising that special dyes are used.

But first, Zelin wants to find Gnaiya and the others.

The figure of the monster appeared from time to time among the ruins below. The knight entangled in the vines only left the upper body, the living corpse crawling on the ground, and even the living corpse holding a stick, aimed at the demon hunter floating in the sky. Cast the spell, but the distance was too far, and the spell dissipated in mid-air. In the ruins of the collapsed city wall, Zelin accidentally caught a glimpse of the corpse of a flying dragon. Only the upper part of the body was still outside, and most of the remaining body was crushed underneath by gravel and dust. There was something here that could kill a flying dragon, but after thinking of the angel who attacked them, Zelin was not surprised that any creature could kill the flying dragon in the sky.

This kind of angel can destroy an army.

The broken eaves and broken wall retreated under the demon hunter, Zelin looked at the ruined city gradually being thrown behind him, and he was a little relieved. The height here is high enough to allow him to float a long distance and avoid the monsters that haunt the ruins. The slow fall of the parachute gave Zelin time to observe the city below. After staring at the high wall below for a while, Zelin was convinced that perhaps the ruins below were the part where Losric had disappeared. He saw the tower on the high wall of Losric and the stone fountain in the courtyard under the high wall. The cathedral in Losric had collapsed in half, and only the top corner remained on the ground, but Zelin It can still be recognized, the dilapidated gray flag drooping on the steeple of the church.

Suddenly, Zelin heard an unknown neighing sound in his ear.

He raised his head abruptly, staring closely at the abyss in front of him. The earth sank in front, and in the deep hole, a white light gradually floated up. In Zelin's widened eyes, the silhouette of an angel was reflected. In front of the demon hunter, the angel slowly floated up, spreading its huge wings, shining bright white and dense stars.

"Damn it!"

Zelin lowered his head, looking for a place to fall quickly. The speed of the parachute turned him into a slow target.

He saw a dirt slope, about four meters away from him. Zelin shook his lower body and released his hand at the moment his body was swaying towards the soil slope. In the next second, the hot light swept across the parachute, breaking the parachute into pieces in mid-air.

At the moment he landed, Zelin rolled to relieve the strength of the fall. The severe pain from his body must make his movements look funny, but now he can't control how much. The angel screamed again, and Zelin turned his head, just in time to see the angel's human face drawn by the tentacles of the tree roots, which seemed to be a product of a parody of human beings. The angel turned slowly, and his wings opened again. At this time, Zelin noticed that the angel's wings were not like wings, they were covered with veins like leaf veins. But now is not the time to study these things.

Enduring the severe pain on his body, Ze Lin leaped forward and hid in the mound in front of him. The light swept across the place where he stood before, and a large cloud of dust was splashed in the fire, and the burst of dust instantly enveloped the demon hunter.

A few seconds later, Yang Chen was gradually blown away by the howling cold wind, Zelin clutched the tip of his nose and coughed heavily. The roar of the angel reverberated in the sky, as if it had noticed the demon hunter hiding behind the mound, and the beam of light shot past again fiercely. Feeling the rumbling vibration behind him, Zelin waved his hand, fanning the dust in front of him. He looked around, looking for other places to hide, this mound won't last long under the rays of the angels.

"Here! Hey! Come here!"

Suddenly, amid the deafening roar, Zelin heard an old yell. He followed the sound and saw a man with a red headscarf waving to him in a crumbling house next to him.

"Your place is going to collapse soon!"

Zelin was about to stretch out his head, and a beam of light shot over his head, blasting at a place less than two meters away from him, and a scorching wave hit his face.

"Trust me, come here! Hurry up!"

Zelin took two sips, spitting out the gravel that had splashed into his mouth. The angels in the sky seemed to be about to launch a new round of attacks, the demon hunter took a deep breath and jumped out of the hiding place. Almost immediately, the explosion behind him completely blew up the mound. Zelin felt like he was being pushed hard by a big hand. He threw himself forward, but the habit of fighting all the year made him He adjusted his posture as much as possible, and rolled around the moment he landed.

The angel's neigh, followed by the sound of hot light breaking through the sky.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

The man in the red hood shouted to Zelin while looking at the sky. He was hiding in the dilapidated house, and Zelin could almost see the exposed load-bearing beams through the collapsed stone wall.

In the last few steps, the severe pain on his body made Zelin almost fall in front of the house, and the man in the red hood rushed out one by one, supporting the demon hunter and dragging him into the house.