Ember Gun

  Chapter 713 The Devil of Salvation

  The huge and hideous figure stands in front, its figure is so tall, like a giant.

  It was like an ancient and solemn duel. Anthony did not flinch, and he did not even hesitate to charge against it. Seeing this scene, everyone stopped and stared blankly.

This is like a painting-like scene, a hundred arms waving up again, it remembers Anthony breath, Bloodmyst also from that restless years, feel threatened, it repeatedly to pick up the brick Bash Antonio, draw a Road stoning Then, it shattered on the ground, splashing heavy smoke and dust.

Heavy rains falling stone, Anthony did not stop, but accelerated again.

Such offensive for other hunting magic, may be a little pressure, but for the moment in terms of Anthony, is not a problem, Bloodmyst burning brought him a steady stream of power, now rapidly changing war situation, In his eyes, he started to slow down indefinitely.

  Slow, too slow.

Anthony can clearly see the raised dust, falling rubble, their trajectory is clearly visible, although intensive, but Anthony's speed, can easily escape, just bypass the crowds.

  He knew very well that he didn't have much time left, and he wanted to make a quick decision at the moment, and he absolutely couldn't fight with the opponent.

The distance between the two is constantly shrinking. A hundred heads of monsters made a sharp sound, all the heads were screaming, the next moment a hundred arms grabbed the bricks and stones together, threw them together, weaving them into dense Bullet rain does not give Anthony any room to dodge.

   "Are you scared!"

Anthony asked loudly, followed by blurred illusion in the eyes of one hundred demons to bloom.

   disappeared.

   Anthony disappeared from the sight of a hundred demons. The treacherous hallucinations obscured Anthony's trace and deceived its sight.

  The endless rubble spreads evenly on the ground, and among the thick smoke, the white fire light penetrates the dust.

  Hundreds of monsters have found Anthony, and a new round of throwing is ready to go, but then more firelight rises from the dust, and then breaks through the dust.

One after another...Several flames burned, rushing on the streets, approaching a hundred monsters, and more than one Anthony rushed out of the dense smoke. The illusion created one false after another in the vision of the hundred monsters. Avatar.

  Hundreds of demons uttered a shocking roar, the sound even rolled up sound waves, washed away the dust hovering in the air, and then accelerated the offensive, constantly grabbing bricks and throwing them repeatedly.

One has a figure to be hit, broken, but no blood spill, it is a false illusion.

Due to the constant impact, the rest of the people felt that the sky and the earth turned around, and then the earth was constantly trembling, which accelerated the collapse of the buildings. The Templar knights who rushed into the city began to give way, and the buildings continued to collapse, just like the end of the day. Come.

  After throwing the last boulder, a hundred demons shattered the last figure in their eyes. It dissipated in the air, and it was still not a physical entity.

   "Here it!"

   A low roar sounded from one side, a hundred poems turned, and he saw the figure leaping from the broken building nearby.

Whistling of the wind rolled up, then Bash heavy arms to the front, Anthony move would die, under which hundred stout arm, close to any living thing will only be torn to pieces.

  Hundreds of demons exhausted all their strength and intercepted Anthony in mid-air. His extra arms also collapsed the building where he was jumping. The flesh and blood body was easily crushed in the hands and turned into a mass of flesh.

Stout palms spread out, palms at some of it is still a mass of slowly creeping, broken flesh and blood, demons that twisted skull can still be seen, smelled Diming.

This is not Anthony, but Anthony was thrown over the smoke, put on Anthony shaped by illusion.

  Where is he? Where is he?

Turning one hundred, this dense head looking in different directions, everything will be accommodated in a vision of them.

  When was it Anthony who was lost...Is it in the thick smoke? But looking in all directions, there was no trace of Anthony.

There Xiaofeng sounded, one hundred suddenly looked up and saw the figure falling like thunder.

   "Where are you looking!"

Anthony laughed, sharp blade pierced the skull, and he fell on the one hundred demons head, then suddenly slashing, among fireworks Zhanxia large head.

  These broken heads did not lose their vitality immediately, but they were still struggling, burning with raging fire, falling from the huge body and rolling to the ground.

  Anthony stood on it, waving his hundred arms so slowly to him, so slow that he even had time to observe the hundred monsters under him.

A corruption and a burning skull on top of a huge accumulation of sarcoma, some of which have been difficult to identify the face, and some very familiar faces Anthony, that was with him had fought alongside the people.

The rotted arm bone projections, like dry skin is a layer of hard cloth tightly bonded thereon, at fire the shining, glowing slightly secluded cyan, also with the edge as the snake-like scales Hard.

  Hundred arms swung down and Anthony drew out a sharp sword.

Chill of metal across the sky, the air is violently torn open, burst out high-pitched sounds, it does not have to slash arm, but weave a razor in his cage around waiting for them to hit the arm Come up.

Like Nutao bombardment reef, are scattered, broken, bone fracture, overflowing blood.

   Anthony laughed, roared loudly, shot out the sword, and continuously shot out the sword, cutting down all the things that tried to break through the blockade of his sword, even the dust.

The blood fell on his body, and a hundred demons could not bear such severe pain. In another howl, raging fireworks rose up, burning the huge body completely, and the skyrocketing fire burned Anthony, without waiting for Anthony to do it. What decision-making, more arms to shoot him, one after another, gradually, Anthony began to keep up the sword.

Blood blurred vision, and after I do not know how many times a sword, a casual moment, arm twisting distortion severely hit Anthony's body, he Bash out, falling into ruins, splashes Bursts of smoke and dust.

   Falling into the rock, Anthony tried to get up, but fell weakly again, vomiting a large amount of blood.

Anthony felt that he had never been terrible. This slap almost shattered his whole body bones, but the secret blood would not let him die so easily, speeding up the healing process, life and death, rebirth and ruin. He was reincarnating continuously.

  Blood and sweat soaked every inch of his body's muscles, he took a bit of relief, and struggled to get up. Under the injury and pressure, he was a little hard to maintain the illusion. The smooth and holy posture disappeared, exposing Anthony's hideous and hateful face.

  He was terrible, but the cracked sword in his hand also shattered the hundred monsters in front of him.

  Hundreds of monsters fell swayingly, its fragile hind limbs could not support this bloated and huge body, and the arms that assisted it in standing movement were all broken in Anthony's slash.

The blood also soaked this huge monster. A densely packed broken arm was inserted into its body. The fracture was neat, and blood vessels and bones could be seen. At the same time, a large amount of blood could not stop overflowing, and it soon fell under its body. The savings became a pool of scarlet water.

   "Under the crown!"

  There were templar knights shouting, trying to help Anthony, but they were stopped by Sweeney. They looked at Sweeney, and Sweeney looked straight ahead, with a heavy and calm voice.

   "Mianxia is opening up a path for us."

  Swino comforted them, tears in his eyes.

   "Please remember this moment."

Among the ruins and dust, Anthony slowly toward one hundred demons went over, he raised his sword, gently blowing across the mottled surface, and then heard Cui Xiang years, it has completely broken off, leaving only The hilt of the sword was held by Anthony.

Anthony raised his head. Something was floating in the night sky. It was the debris from the burning of the corpse. It burned briefly, exuding the last dark red, and then turned into gray snow, falling to the ground. .

Stepped on the snow, Anthony has no weapons in the hands, or that he himself is the most deadly weapons.

   "Has it become like this?"

He raised his hand, skin, muscle hyperplasia has been opened up, revealing the glaring bright red, has become more slender fingers, then a stout spur ejected from the wrist, as the growth of bone sword from under the flesh-like, It continued to extend, with a little blood stained on the white surface.

"Under the crown, I seem to understand some ... Michael was thinking of."

   Anthony muttered to himself, that night many years ago, he witnessed Michael's death, and he was puzzled at that time. On this night for many years, he got all the answers.

   "Actually, I have always felt that my use of power Raphael is much better than you."

   Anthony stopped talking, looking slightly sad.

   "It's a pity you can't see it anymore."

The monstrous fireworks rolled up in his eyes again, and the **** demon hunter suddenly stopped in the sight of a hundred monsters, and then it saw that the body of a mortal was infinitely expanding, and one after another huge and hideous bones broke open. After removing his body, it was inserted on the ground like a rib cage, and then dense flesh and blood grew along the bones, blood infiltrated it, bursts of fireworks were burning, and some unspeakable monster was born while the fire was boiling.

  The monster with its head and horns broke through the mortal body and stood in the world. A hundred monsters could not see its appearance, but could only see the endless darkness and the abominable silhouette cut out by that darkness.

   "God..."

The distant Si Weinuo not help but marvel at his side Templar knights have also froze in place, others for so long at the figure bow up.

Among the fires raging, they saw the holy figure, with one hundred demons, they could not see concrete gesture, but still feel the sense of god-like atmosphere from between them.

   Two sides in one, for Anthony, this is indeed the most perfect trick.

  Hundreds of monsters felt the so-called fear for the first time. It tried to avoid it, but its arms had not healed yet. It was difficult for it to move its body. Then the black and abominable figure rushed up, biting its body heartily.

Large chunks of flesh were thrown fast, speckled floors, painted walls, bones are constantly broken with some arm tried to resist, but was a pull out, the ends of bones are forcibly extracted from among sarcoma , Threw it to the rear severely, his severed limbs slammed on the ground, and the splashed blood stained the armor of the Templar knights.

They could not see the battlefield, but they could hear the terrifying screams, as if some kind of torture that even demons would be afraid of was being performed. The gods imposed a divine punishment on it, chopped off all limbs, and crushed them. All the bones, the bloated body is divided into corpses, and every drop of blood is drained.

  The painful wailing continues, like a rising movement, echoing under the night sky, and will not disperse for a long time.

   "What exactly... happened."

  Gradually, the deity-like posture disappeared. The Templar knights tried to pursue the holy figure, but Sweeney said nothing. He knew exactly what had happened.

   "What's the matter?"

  At this time, another voice sounded, somewhat familiar, and Swinou looked behind him, only to see the figures of Samuel and Nord, gradually appearing from the darkness in the distance.

  ...

In the end, leaving only a huge wreckage, dying, not yet dead.

Hundreds of demons lost all their limbs, even their heads. The huge sarcoma was hollowed out, and the bones crossed in between, but most of them were also broken off abruptly. Anthony sat in the hollowed blood hole. In the middle, the expression was in a trance.

  It is not dead yet. The huge heart is separated from Anthony by only a thin film. Here you can clearly see the blood flow in it and the warmth surrounding it.

Anthony glared, held on, raised the broken bone sword in his hand, and tried to give it the final blow, but when his arm was raised halfway, he fell weakly, and he leaned against the squirming flesh and blood, revealing the fracture. Body.

He was gone half of the body, from the left shoulder to the waist, flesh and blood, together with the bones under it all disappeared, the section is not flat, like some kind of force was forcibly torn from the body the same.

   "Damn..."

Anthony voice weak, surrounded by squirming a little flesh climbed his body, eating away at him.

He couldn't die yet, mobilized his last strength, raised the broken bone sword, and tried to penetrate the heart, but he couldn't stop falling when he was about to touch it in time, but this time his arm failed to fall completely, and the other hand assisted. Anthony raised his arm.

"Anthony? The headmaster of the Protestant Order?" the man said curiously. He looked at Anthony and then at the front, the huge heart with approval in his voice. Position."

  As he said, he pulled Anthony's arm, pierced the bone sword into the heart, and made the final blow for the hundred monsters.

  The diaphragm ruptured and a large amount of blood poured out, almost overwhelming Anthony. At the end of his life, he reluctantly raised his head and saw a steel mask.

I do not know why, Anthony can not see his face, but instinctively knew who he was.

  Lawrence slowly drew the spiked sword, the bright blade shimmering with a gleam in Anthony's eyes, he asked.

   "Is there anything else I want to say?"

  Anthony paused for a few seconds, his voice weak.

"If ... if you can save it all, liberate us from the nightmare, the end of this dark fate."

He reached out and grabbed nail sword, dripping blood along the tip, with the last effort Anthony roared.

"So let the devil when a savior, not nothing! Lawrence!"

  Lawrence was stunned, and then his voice made a smile.

   "Well, I thought I was the savior already?"

When he finished speaking, Lawrence swung his nails and cut off Anthony's head, and another sword penetrated his heart, ending his life completely.

  Stepping out of the huge corpse, raising his head, Lawrence can see the burning church. After so many years of twists and turns, he finally reached the moment he predicted.

  "The Savior is coming!"

  Lawrence cheered, and in the darkness behind him, a pair of white eyes emerged.

  He is alone, he is in the army alone.

  (End of this chapter)