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This is a medieval Western European town. The panic bell of the church quivered the soul, the high cross fell overwhelmed in the fire, the scorching stench of the corpse was disgusting, and the blade was dismantled with minced meat and internal organs. With the stench of blood smashed head-on, the devil's hideous face and the dirty saliva dripping from the gap between the fangs are clearly visible!

"Hold it! It's a legendary hero anyway!" Looking at this scene, Ling Yan sighed, and then under Xiaoyu's spell, he directly entered the spiritual world of Grace Wald, one full of killing, blood, Sulfur, flames, despair and pain are completely imprisoning his soul, and constantly eating away the nightmare world!

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Chapter 159 Commemoration of the First Meeting with Diablo (Fog)

That is the long-lasting horror.

That is the last memory of a certain blacksmith as a human being.

The foul smell of sulfur became stronger and stronger, and the flames burned closer and closer, and the sound of houses collapsing continuously, people swaying around, the screams of human beings and the long hissing of demons.

A half-man and half-sheep demon jumped from the burning roof, his sturdy legs recurved, his broad sheep’s hoof took a step forward, and the huge long-handled battle axe in his hand moved lightly like a grass stick, gathering a group of dense The heads of the crowd were chopped off cleanly like grass.

Grace Wald yelled and lifted the heavy hammer to greet him. The surviving people half crawled out of the way.

One person and one demon smashed together sturdily. The blacksmith’s hammer broke the devil’s battle axe, and directly slammed the goat’s foam-spraying mouth into the chest cavity. On the wide street, he screamed that he was crushed by a hammer and trampled by iron boots.

The civilians around are dying, the fire in the town is still steadily growing, and gradually spreading towards this side, thick smoke rolls over, the whole world is muddy, demons and humans are red and swollen eyes Continue to fight.

Gradually, the blacksmith's brain no longer functions, and all the scenery seen from his blood red eyes is shrouded in a desperate scarlet color.

His muscles no longer feel sore. In fact, many of his muscles and nerves have been smashed by the continuous and desperately squeezing strength to attack and the rebound from the opponent's weapon.

It seemed that his lungs could not breathe air, and his heart gradually stopped.

This legendary blacksmith, who is close to sixty years old, his body has gradually died, but he is still standing here, still fighting, and repeating endless and desperate battles.

At this moment, a ray of light from the sky fell from the sky, tearing open the haze, and under the dazzling holy light, countless monsters were wiped out with this unwilling roar and curse.

"Grace Wald, wake up!" Against the backdrop of the magnificent holy light, Ling Yan descended like a god, reaching out to the legendary blacksmith who was immersed in the killing, to pull out of this place.

You know, in the spiritual world, the strength of the soul represents everything, so Ling Yan's shouts even seemed to tear the world apart at this moment.

However, Grace Wald turned a blind eye to Qi Tengyi's head, and still went all out and numbly continued to plunge into the endless crazy killing.

"It's really troublesome!" Looking at the turbulent monsters, Ling Yan chose to kill them directly.

As all monsters fighting with him were slain and destroyed and disappeared, Grace Wald finally stopped and stood stupidly, but his eyes were dull and muddy, as if he had lost his bones. Two heavy blood-stained hammers were hanging from the ground, shaking back and forth meaninglessly.

There were no monsters in front of him, but there were no more living people. In front of his eyes, dozens of blacksmiths had hung incompletely on the broken and burning wooden door, emitting a burst of scorching smell of barbecue.

A young girl collapsed on the ground, leaving only the head of the left half of her face, the right half of her bones and flesh was brutally gnawed off, the internal organs were broken, and the slurry flowed all over the ground.

A soldier who was vertically split in half by a monster seemed to have not completely died, half of his long body immersed in a pool of blood, his spine twisted and twitched slightly, like an earthworm wriggling in the mud...

"What's the use now? What's the use now!" The legendary blacksmith's face was full of fear, despair, cringe, and regret. His hollow eyes slowly turned to Ling Yan in mid-air, tearing his throat to question him: "Too It's too late, it's too late! All dead, all, everyone!"

"What's the point of doing this now!?"

Ling Yan didn't know what to say for a moment. It seemed that just killing all the monsters would not be able to solve the problem. It would not be able to make this paladin and legendary blacksmith truly break free from the spiritual prison...

"Yeah, it's totally useless..." With a sudden voice, a figure walked out from the depths of the burning death town.

"Your efforts are meaningless, everything will be buried here!"

The sound that was barely audible at the beginning gradually spread throughout the town--

The voice became louder and louder, and the crazy tone rolled back and forth between heaven and earth!

The huge sound tore every nerve and every syllable of everyone who heard it, making people feel that they had been abused a thousand times and ten thousand times.

Grace Wald's burly figure trembled violently in the sound, and slowly fell to his knees in the bloody ground!

While speaking out, what came slowly was a figure whose whole body was wrapped in a black cloak. The outline of his lower half of his face was quite handsome, but it looked a little too thin, but his upper half of his face was covered. In the shadow of the cloak.

Just because it was half covered, this face gave people an inexplicable sense of fear, and people couldn't help but want to see the true content, but they wanted to avoid it.In the shadows covered by the cloak, it seems that there is nothing, and there are countless faces of humans and demons, hideous, ugly, deformed, mutilated, rotten, rotten, covered with maggots, and inexplicable. , Unimaginable...These fragmented faces are constantly being pieced together and dissolved together, like a torrent of fear that has swept away.

But Ling Yan didn't move at all. He just looked at the person with a smile and asked: "Should I call you Ed? Or the so-called Dreadlord?"

"You have nothing to do?" The man in the cloak's voice is not only huge, but also cold, it is exactly like the voice of an iceberg giant, and there are countless creeps in the voice, as if the screams of thousands of evil ghosts. The miserable howling, and a kind of insanely messy noise that seemed meaningless, set off the words of the devil.

As the demon king stepped forward, he saw the plasma meat sauce all over the ground surging instantly, and the sticky scarlet paste instantly spread over Grace Wald’s calf, and the mud was about to swallow his burly body. Soon it drowned his waist.

The faces of the tragic dead appeared abruptly in the paste. They struggled and wept and pulled out half of their bodies from the flesh, just like this, they climbed closer...

It was just that soon, those faces were completely burned out under the dark flames.

"Why should I have something?" He put his arms around his chest, he looked at this world's top BOSS with an interesting expression and said: "I won't be afraid if you appear on your body, let alone you are just a distraction What?"

"Funny guy, interesting idea, huh..." The man in the cloak let out a frantic piercing laugh, and then asked with interest: "Obviously, he is like us, why are you helping humans? Follow us Isn't it better together!"

"It's too late! It's too late! It's too late! It's too late! It's too late! It's too late! It's too late! It's too late! -" As he spoke, the dead in a pool of blood spread again and began to wailing loudly. They are terrifying in appearance, or Bai Sensen’s eyeballs, or cracked chests, or even broken hearts, one by one, clinging to the cover to press over, desperately pulling the blacksmith into the blood-colored abyss...

Only very quickly, even the so-called blood pool disappeared completely.

"Although I don't see the gang of bird people in heaven like this, I don't have any good feelings for you." Facing the soliciting plot, Ling Yan shrugged: "The same is true for you and me. Good impression."

"Although I don’t know what kind of criminal law you are holding to let someone give birth to a daughter for you, but how can you kill your daughter after treating your daughter as a flesh? Well, I don’t know if I die, but you guy I can’t get used to it in every sense."

"Although I don't fully understand what you are talking about, but... this kind of tone is definitely not the tone you should have when facing me!" The cloak man's tone became worse and worse, more and more crazy, Ling Yan His remarks had obviously successfully angered him.

I saw that the lower half of his face that was not covered by the shadow began to violently twist**, opening his mouth full of fangs and roaring strangely:

"In order to calm my anger, you can only pay the price of your life and soul if you are small! So, go to die!"

The world collapsed completely under the incomparable horrible roar, the tangible evil spirits rushed out of the blood-stained ground, the roar rose sharply, and the invisible ghosts occupied all the space, crying!

"Go to die, go to die, go to die, go to die--!"

There were endless screams in Ling Yan's ears. He hadn't heard the crazy screams of human beings when facing death, then it was impossible to imagine that humans could scream such terrifying sounds.

Just facing the fear of death screaming, it will violently impact other people's minds, similar to magic like "The Banshee's Howl".

Even the "Banshee's Howl" is actually only derived from one person's pain and resentment, but now it is almost the entire innocent martyrs of Tristram City who erupted in fear and resentment before and after their deaths. These are extremely profound The tragic scorching fragments are now all retrospective, and they almost penetrate the void, just like a giant seal, forcibly overwhelmed and imprinted on Ling Yan, awakening the fear instinct of the creatures!

After this move was revealed, Ling Yan finally understood what kind of power was trapping Grace Wald's soul.

Diablo, who had possessed Ed’s body, destroyed the city of Tristram, before going to bury a means: to squeeze the fear and resentment of all the tragic deaths into the soul of Grace Wald , At the same time, he left a trace of his own divine mind projection, lurking deeply, waiting for an external force to try to redeem and purify it, and it burst out.

After all, the importance of Grace Wald is even above the combat legend. Even if humans do not try to rescue him, they will solemnly purify him after subduing him, and such behavior will undoubtedly detonate. Time bomb!

Fear, the boundless fear, like the tide in the night, instantly extinguished him!

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