These are the sins that have been accumulated since those thousand years and even more distant thousand years ago. They are fermenting and squirming in the deep darkness, longing to return in sleep. Now with the eradication of the "road", it can no longer remain calm.
Under the heavy shackles of the holy silver, he became restless.
Thick black mist came from the well, and spread to the surroundings of the well in the blink of an eye, covering the ankles of the new pope. At this speed, it would not be long before it could completely engulf the Stasis Temple and continue to spread.
to the ground, and the entire seven hills.
"O enemies..."
The new pope sighed softly, pulled out the nailed sword embedded in the corpse, and brought up the molten metal liquid of blood and holy silver.
Looking ahead, one can see blazing white fires igniting in the dark well. They are reflected in the black mist, like thunderclouds on the earth, with storms and thunder accumulating in them.
Not long after, the lightning was broken open, revealing a pair of equally blazing white eyes. They maintained a dull expression, but the corners of their mouths grinned from ear to ear like monsters, with fangs and claws, and blazing white fireworks burning between the wounds.
The new pope didn't know how many soul-resurrection corpses he had killed. Anyway, these fallen corpses were covered by the diffuse black mist, as if they had never existed.
But no matter how he slashed, new soul-resurrected corpses kept crawling out from under the deep well, as if this was the Hall of Valor in Viking mythology, where he would fight and slash until the end of eternity.
These soul-returning corpses have been dead for too long. They only rely on the ferocious flesh and blood under the well of sublimation to maintain the activity of flesh and blood for thousands of years. Their movements are slow and clumsy, and their defense is not very strong. They can easily
Beheaded.
It's all easy now, but the new pope knows that this ease is only temporary.
The secret blood that has been dormant for a long time in the corpse is waking up from its long sleep. Just like the crazy unspeakable ones, its power will gradually appear over time, and they will become stronger and stronger until they return.
Subvert, and even break through the taboo threshold with the help of the Unspeakable.
Swinging his sword, the silver white wolf was so eye-catching in the black mist. He passed by the zombies at a very fast speed. You couldn't see the trajectory of his sword, but every time he passed by, the new pope was
Can stir up a lot of blood.
The returning corpses fell down one by one, but stood up one by one.
The new pope turned sideways to avoid the claws of the soul-returning zombies, and counterattacked. The nail sword pierced its eye socket and penetrated its head along with it.
It was lifted up suddenly, smashing the whole head into pieces. The headless corpse staggered a few steps, fell down, and was swallowed up by the black mist that came up.
The new pope gasped and muttered.
"How long can I delay? Yanal."
Everything now was so similar to the night of Holy Advent, and he couldn't help but think of Yanar who also died here.
Relying on the near-immortal regeneration ability, Yanar released his rationality, and with the blessing of secret blood, he fought with the hateful monsters in the Stasis Temple for several months. He killed all the monsters, and
He lived tenaciously until the new pope reopened the Temple of Stasis.
The new pope still remembers that scene. Yanar's withered and decayed flesh and blood spread like branches. They grew wildly and swallowed up half the dome. Countless broken swords were hung on the stone-hard flesh and flesh, and there were also countless broken swords hanging on the stone-hard flesh and blood.
Killed by him, his body was weathered and shriveled.
The monster looked at him and gave him a big hug.
The new pope has always had an illusion. He always felt that Yanal recognized him at that time. He knew that he was not some bullshit new pope, but a demon hunter who usurped power through power and sword.
So that's when he smiled?
The new pope did not understand that with the power of hallucination, he had never shown his true face in the eyes of others, so how did Yanal recognize himself?
He thought like this, the rotten broken sword came through the air, and the new pope failed to defend in time and was hit by it. However, the broken sword was too rusty and old. This should be a weapon buried with the soul-returning corpse. It hit the Holy Spirit.
There were only a few dents left on Yin's armor, and then it completely shattered.
The new pope didn't look at it, but followed his feeling and swung his sword, and struck through its heart.
For a moment, he realized that the new pope could accurately detect their positions even without using his eyes.
This is...the call of blood.
He could hear the restlessness under the blood, just like he was chasing the traces of the demon. Perhaps Yanal recognized himself at that time.
These are his compatriots, his brothers and sisters.
Kill each other.
Hot fireworks emerged from the other end, engulfing the new pope in the blink of an eye and driving away the black mist. Then the silver figure broke through the fireworks and slammed into the stone pillars beside him.
The new pope struggled to get up, his body steaming.
"Michael?"
The new pope muttered, as time went by, the secret blood in the corpse of the returning soul was reviving, and now it has the power to be embodied.
He looked at these soul-returning corpses fiercely, but they still moved forward steadily, and the new pope sighed helplessly.
The power of hallucination has no effect on the soul corpses this time. The consciousness hidden under the head has long been broken, and they are just walking zombies.
The new pope smiled bitterly. This was the first time he felt the futility of his power. Fortunately, this might also be the last time.
Blazing fireworks ignited between the silver armor. The new pope stretched out his hand and took down the new weapon from the old weapon rack.
The Temple of Stasis is the residence of the Demon Hunting Order. Before the Holy Advent Night broke out, they were training and fighting around sublimation. However, after that night, all of this was abandoned and covered with shadows.
Thick dust.
Inserting one sharp sword after another into the sword bag, the new pope held a spear in one hand and an ax in the other.
The black mist was split in half in front of him and passed by him. In the thick darkness, rugged armor was spread all over the body of the soul-returning corpse.
"The most troublesome guy is here."
The new pope complained that the armor had always been strong, not to mention the body beneath it, which had long been turned into a dead soul and knew no pain or death.
He lowered his spear, picked up the ax with his other hand, and arched his body.
The calm probably only lasted a few seconds before it was broken by a hoarse roar. The new pope waved his spear, stepped forward, and used all his strength to throw it out in one fell swoop.
The spear spun forward, whipping up a raging wind, and nailed the breastplate of the soul-returning corpse with one blow. The force was so great that it directly broke the armor, hit the heart underneath, and then penetrated out. But this was not the end, the spear continued.
Pushing it, forcing it into the core of the black mist, it fell back into the deep well again.
Then the new pope jumped up hard, held the long ax in both hands, swung it in a semicircle, and struck it down on the head like thunder.
The armor cracked in an instant, the head was split open, the ax blade penetrated into the chest and spine, and a large amount of blood overflowed and left the body. The blood still did not calm down, like strong acid, making a hoarse sound and constantly stirring.
The new pope grasped the ax handle, kicked it hard, and took out the long ax.
He danced with the long ax and strode like a meteor, as if he was dancing, the black mist was rolled up and dissipated in the air, and then the long ax viciously hit the flesh and metal, destroying everything.
"No need to be too nervous."
The new pope muttered to himself.
He has already experienced the Holy Advent Night once, and he couldn't be more familiar with all of this. He can tell some jokes and feel like he is home here, in this familiar stasis temple, with these familiar hunters.
When demons fight, where does the pressure come from?
He let out bursts of hearty laughter, and wherever he went, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and fireworks came from the black mist. But this time, he was already prepared, and the long ax easily split the fire flow, and the heavy metal
He was swung up and slammed into the soul-returning corpse in front of him, smashing his torso into a ball of foul-smelling rotten flesh.
Another sharp nail sword struck and collided with the ax handle. The force was so powerful that the new pope was rarely shaken.
"are you awake!"
He was not afraid, but asked loudly.
As they fought, he could clearly feel the zombies becoming stronger and stronger. Perhaps soon, they would be able to return to their full glory. At that time, this would not be something he could achieve alone.
But he wanted to give it a try.
What Yanal can do, why can't he do it? What's more, he is not just a demon hunter now, he is also a new generation of pope.
"Although it was usurped."
The new pope laughed secretly in his heart.
The ax handle was broken, and the new pope grabbed the incoming nail sword with one hand and controlled it tightly, even if blood oozed from his fingertips.
"continue!"
He shouted, grabbing the back of the ax with his other hand, and like swinging a stone, he used the heavy metal to slam the head of the soul-returning corpse until it was smashed, and the hand holding the sword was no longer weak.
But at this moment, more nail swords were swung at them. They slashed intensively on the silver armor, making a clattering sound. Even the strongest armor would be damaged. One sword mark after another stayed on the armor, including bright red ones.
ooze.
The new pope was attacked from both sides and was in a state of disarray. His helmet and crown were also scattered, his gray hair fell down, and his hands were stained with blood.
Like a lone wolf at the end of his rope, his muscles and bones have aged and his fangs are no longer sharp, but he still feels young and can still burst out with overwhelming anger from his heart.
The piercing lightning suddenly appeared behind him, and the two swords drew an arc, like pure white saucer wings unfolding from behind, or butterflies passing lightly in the sea of flowers.
Roaring and slashing, the new pope's moves were clumsy and vicious, just like the last struggle of a dying person, but there was no need to care about these at this time.
This is an almost beast-like battle, abandoning all skills and fancy, everything is for the purpose of killing the enemy efficiently and completely eradicating all life.
Tooth for tooth, blood for blood.
The resurrected corpses surrounding the new pope were like being attacked by a storm of intertwined swords. Countless fine and deep wounds bloomed from their flesh, and the bones were deeply visible, and some were directly broken and shattered.
Countless broken flesh and blood splashed high, and the new pope rushed all the way. For a moment, he really stopped the spread of the black mist by himself and pushed it back into the deep well.
But more forbidden power erupted, and the twisted zombies came with bloodlust, and this time their faces bore the familiar face of the new pope.
The faces he had buried.
After that Holy Night, most of the corpses of demons and demon hunters were thrown back into the Well of Ascension, and now they are back, bringing with them overwhelming hatred.
For a moment, the new pope's thoughts hesitated a little. It was a figure who had fought with him, but soon the sharp pain of claws tearing apart flesh and blood made him wake up. He gritted his teeth and swung his sword to chop off their heads.
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【How long can you hold on? 】
Such a voice lingers in my mind, mocking.
This place is like the Colosseum of the old era. The new pope faces the sins of this world alone, while those aloof saints sit in the audience, watching the brutal fighting and enjoying the sacrifice of blood and flesh.
.
"At least it will take longer than you think."
The new pope responded. He tore open the scarred arm armor. It could protect him before, but now that it was twisted and deformed, it restricted the new pope's sword swing.
With the protection of the holy silver gone, the new pope can feel the release of his power, the erosion is constantly spreading, and his heavy body becomes lighter for a while.
What an ironic scene this is. The new pope uses darkness to fight against darkness. No matter how noble and sacred his purpose is, his final outcome is still darkness.
This is a destiny destined from the beginning, a dark destiny, a destiny that cannot be changed.
[All the efforts you have made now are in vain and vain.]
The voice continued to mock the new pope, trying to shake his will.
In fact, to that voice, the new pope is the same as everyone else, there is nothing special about it, and it is not worthy of its stay at all.
But just like God's malice towards man, it briefly set its sights on him, looking forward to his fall and death.
The new pope panted and looked exhausted.
He held the sword hard to prevent his figure from falling down like this, and at this moment, there were countless sword wounds on his body, and some broken swords were still on his body.
Like a wild beast being chased by hunters, he was scarred and covered with arrow feathers.
His voice was a little weak, but extremely tenacious. He pulled open the locks and ties between the armor with force, and took off the almost broken armor.
"It's different..."
The new pope muttered to himself.
"At least I did it!"
His voice became louder again, like a landslide and thunder.
Sharp fangs and claws broke through the black fog and tore off most of his body, but he still did not stop. He raised the flaming nail sword high and swung it towards the depths of the black fog.
In a trance, a desolate hymn seemed to sound. It has continued since the beginning of time and continues to this day. And in the endless black mist, a dazzling sky light rose, which illuminated everything, just like the fierce fire rising from the abyss.