There were constant jingling sounds. Anthony moved quickly against the sharp blades like arrows, narrowly avoiding most of the attacks. However, some of the sharp blades still scratched him, cutting open his arms and torso, leaving behind
A series of bleeding wounds.
This is not the end yet. Hundreds of arms are waving, as if hundreds of people are swinging swords at Anthony. The sharp blades are coming from different angles. They cooperate very closely and do not interfere with each other. They are not trying to block all Anthony's action routes.
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Unable to escape, Anthony raised his nail sword and held it upright in front of his chest, trying to block his neck and heart in an attempt to survive this round of strangulation.
He knows very well that he cannot fall yet. Anthony still needs to continue to command the battlefield and guard the gate of heaven. He cannot yet abandon everything and transform into a hateful monster.
Waves of cold howling wind came over, and Anthony suddenly became less nervous, instead sighing in his heart.
It would be great if his power was Metazord. The dense iron armor would block most of the attacks for him, and he would use it as a barrier to continue moving forward.
It's a pity that his power is Raphael, and the blurred illusion will not have much effect on the monsters. These monsters maintain the most primitive desire to kill. In their eyes, no matter how crazy the hallucination is, it is just another luxury show.
It's just a killing feast.
Yes, that's all.
The sharp blades gathered together and tore Anthony's figure into countless pieces. Blood and minced meat flew everywhere, but soon they stagnated in the air, and then collapsed one by one like burning ashes and disappeared from sight.
among.
It seemed that it did not cut Anthony, and only tore a blurry shadow. Then a more severe sting came from the other side, and the nail sword easily cut through the bloated torso and the skin covered with abscesses.
Below, a large amount of gray liquid gushes out.
Anthony's eyes were as bright as fire, and he was dodging and running. The hallucination could not affect the Hundred-Headed Demon too much, but as long as he could slightly hide his figure, it would be enough.
It let out a roar, and the fireworks rose more and more fiercely between Baishou's heads. The broken arm was pulled by the red thread, and then a strange squirming began under the cut skin, as if something was gestating in its body.
kind of monster.
In the next moment, countless pale palms burst out of the body.
The newly born palms waved violently, and in a trance, the hundred demons were more like a wriggling seaweed, a seaweed composed of countless arms. They grabbed everything around them, pressed the ground, and lifted it up.
A bloated figure.
What's even more weird is that the palm of the hand split open, revealing scarlet eyes. The eyes moved quickly, peeping around, and the five fingers became sharp and slender, becoming like other sharp blades, chasing Anthony, trying to cut
He tore it apart.
Anthony felt a headache and retreated backwards. More and more palms spread over the torso of the hundred monsters. It was like a huge porcupine, covered with sharp blades, making it difficult to approach. More importantly, it had
A manifestation of power.
Just as he was thinking about how to deal with it, numerous gunshots rang out, followed by shouts.
"avoid!"
The instinct of the body drove Anthony, and also drove the other demon hunters. They dodged to both sides, hiding behind huge stone pillars, and then countless projectiles burst out in the firelight behind themselves, crazily.
pouring.
The Templar Knights entered the battlefield. They could not fight the demons at close range like the demon hunters, or even face the demons directly, but they still had a certain fighting power. On the night of the Holy Advent, in the end
Relying on countless Templar knights to control everything.
When the trigger is pulled, the bullets form a torrent of steel, and the collision sounds of metal, masonry, and flesh are mixed together, hitting people's eardrums repeatedly, until in the end there is only a monotonous noise left in the ears.
Fire, reload, fire.
As if they were about to empty out all their ammunition, the shells fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, which was then covered up by the noise of gunshots. Everything in sight was being hit by metal, even the stone pillars they were hiding in.
It is also difficult to escape. There are dense holes all over it, almost punching through it.
"It's not enough! It'll melt it all!"
Some demon hunters shouted, they all saw the flames set off by the hundred-headed monsters. The Templar Knights' surprise attack could not last long. When the hundred-headed monsters got used to it, its counterattack would begin.
"Disrupt it!"
Someone shouted, and soon another voice sounded, and the demon hunter fell to the ground, his face tensed, and his eyes burning with fire.
"I'm trying!"
In response, he released his power and tried to plant more illusions in front of the hundred demons.
Anthony in the corner shook his head. He knew very well that the illusion could only protect himself, but it could not affect the hundred-headed demon. No matter what kind of illusion it faced, there was only one thing it needed to do.
Destroy, destroy everything in front of you.
This can't stop it from releasing its angry flames, it's just a futile move.
Then rush out and take advantage of the moment when the Templars suppressed the hundreds of demons to attack them? This doesn't seem to work. This will inevitably expose the demon hunters participating in the battle to the rain of bullets.
Stepping into the darkness and breaking through the critical situation, the demon hunters cannot avoid the damage of the rain of bullets.
"Where's Metanzo? Is there anyone alive?"
Anthony asked loudly, perhaps Metanzo's armor could withstand this intensive attack, attack the hundred-headed demon, and drive it back to the Temple of Stasis.
Looking into the smoke at the other end, there were several demon hunters who raised their nail swords. Their power was Metanzo, as if they understood what Anthony meant. The dense iron armor covered their bodies, almost completely covering them.
Wrapped in an iron coffin.
"No...this can't stop it, at least not until it breaks through the critical point."
The strange sound echoed in people's ears, and then the voice continued to speak.
"Father, their lives should be used in more critical places."
Anthony looked for the sound and saw a hideous and terrifying existence in the shadow not far away, slowly crawling out of the darkness.
"you……"
Anthony's eyes were frozen and it was difficult to look away.
"You are right, this is a road of no return. Rather than being dominated by erosion, it is better to use the remaining heat before this happens."
The "Witcher" holds the hammer, his body is ferocious, fine fireworks overflow from the gaps in his body, his hair is disheveled, hiding his hateful appearance, but this cannot cover his burning eyes.
In order to withstand the attack from the hundred-headed demon, he chose to release his secret blood at the last moment, allowing himself to break through the critical point.
Thanks to this surge in power, the witcher was able to survive the fatal attack, but soon Death came to demand a price from him.
He was already prepared for this. Everything has a price, but no one has come to claim it yet.
After losing the shackles of the Silver Bolt and without obtaining the sublimation certificate, he was unable to control such skyrocketing erosion. The secret blood in his body became hotter and hotter, like red-hot molten iron, making him sink deeper and deeper into the darkness.
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The hundred-headed demon was completely trapped in the smoke and dust raised by the ammunition. It tried to resist and raised its hand. The extreme fireworks tried to block these incoming bullets and melted them into hot molten iron. However, before it could mobilize the high temperature, it
Another figure crashed into it, and together they were exposed to the dense rain of bullets.
The hammer hit hard, breaking the bones and sharp blades, and smashed the flesh into a bloody mess.
A dense rain of bullets hit his body, some even penetrated his flesh and blood, directly hitting the hundreds of demons beneath him.
"Honestly...die to me!"
The demon hunter's voice was hoarse, and his secret blood was rising. He swung the hammer repeatedly, breaking off his arms one by one. The hundred-headed demon tried to close his arms to protect his torso, but these protections were soon lost to the demon hunter.
tear apart.
His figure became more and more ferocious, and the jagged bones seemed to break open his body and extend outside his body.
This time, there was no obstruction from fireworks or protection from arms. The heavy rain of bullets penetrated the body of the hundred-headed demon. In the blur of blood, it was still trying to fight back. Countless palms were scratching and strangling its eyes.
The demon hunter, but his figure became taller and taller until it was difficult to control.
The rest of the people watched all this with bated breath. The mortal body began to change, just like breaking out of a cocoon. Another abominable demon crawled out from under the body. It waved its fangs and claws and violently collided with the hundreds of monsters.
Together they were at a stalemate.
At this moment, the continuous rain of bullets stopped, the Templar Knights emptied their ammunition, and they began to evacuate and resupply.
They did a good job. Even with the resilience of a hundred demons, under this continuous blow, the body became riddled with holes, and gray liquid continuously overflowed and spread all over the ground.
The waving arms were all broken due to the efforts of many parties. The demon tore its body apart, pushed its bloated torso, and pushed it back bit by bit behind the gate of heaven.
As the rain of bullets stopped, the demon hunters also emerged from the shadows, cooperating with the demons and suppressing hundreds of demons.
It could only make a whimpering sound, and there seemed to be snakes squirming under its skin. Then one new-born arm stretched out one after another, and its sword-like nails were embedded deeply into the ground, leaving behind a trail of
Slender traces.
Suddenly the pressure to resist it disappeared. The bloated body was scratched by hundreds of arms and slowly returned to normal. The burning heads tried to see the situation in front of them clearly, but then a tall figure blocked everything.
The demon picked up the broken stone pillar and lifted the huge boulder high.
"Go back here."
Bursts of thick smoke erupted from the corners of its mouth, as if it contained flames.
The huge boulder smashed down, turning all the blocking arms into bloody stains. The swollen body began to compress and swell, like a leaking container. The gray liquid gushed out uncontrollably, and hundreds of people let out miserable howls.
It tried to resist, and fire after fire surged up, but it was unable to shake the angry demon at all. It was seen holding on to the boulder, and through it, it pushed the hundred demons back to the gate of heaven step by step.
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The darkness re-wrapped it little by little, and the overflowing black mist wrapped around it. Even the demon himself could not avoid it and was enveloped by it.
But...there's no need to think too much.
The ever-deeper darkness enveloped it, and there was not much mind left, replaced by absolute disorder and madness.
But what is different from other monsters is that in this disordered madness, there is something that resists tenaciously, making it take action to kill all the monsters it sees, even if it is also a hateful monster itself.
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The huge boulder squeezed a hundred monsters, and the two collided back and forth in the deep lift shaft. They quickly disappeared before their eyes, leaving only weird roars echoing in the darkness.
The demon stood in front of the gate of heaven, paused for a long time, turned his head and looked at Anthony.
Anthony's face was expressionless, and he clenched the nail sword in his hand.
The worst thing happened. Demon hunters not only had to fight with monsters, but sometimes they would also fight with their companions, and even with themselves.
Stepping into the darkness can indeed defeat the oncoming demons, but after that, the demonized demon hunters will become a new threat.
It's a bit sad to think about it.
The same was true for the others. They repelled a round of attacking demons and should have been cheering, but when they looked at the demon guarding the gate of heaven, they fell into silence one after another.
The atmosphere was frozen and stiff, until the demon slowly raised its rugged hand, holding the blood-stained hammer tightly.
"I'll wait for you below."
It said this, turned around, walked into the gate of heaven, and disappeared.
Everyone fell into silence, and then acted in silence. Some people helped the wounded, while others continued to push the boulders and threw them into the dark lift shaft, trying to block the path of the demons. Then there were more.
The boulder was pushed over.
It was like they demolished the Cathedral of San Naro. Countless rubble blocked the gate of heaven. There were also many broken statues stained with blood, as if the witchers had blocked it with corpses.
This door is the same.
The crisis seems to have been alleviated, but it is not over yet. No one knows when the next round of shock will come and how many people will die as a result.
Anthony suddenly felt very tired, exhausted both physically and mentally. He slowly walked out of the Cathedral of Saint-Naro and sat on the steps.
He looked ahead. Templar knights were stationed here. They obeyed Anthony's orders and were only responsible for supporting and assisting. They never stepped into the frontal battlefield to avoid being transformed into monsters.
He continued to look further and saw that the Seven Hills were immersed in endless fireworks. The fire continued to extend, reflecting the Tiber River into a surging light belt. The light belt continued to extend and passed through Fei Leng.
Green, pouring into the sea, and above the distant sea, more dome light rises.
"Samuel, you are really a lucky guy."
Anthony muttered that this place has become hell and he has no chance to leave, no matter who it is.