Reincarnation: Demon Hunter

A chopstick can be broken easily in the hands of ordinary people, but when the number becomes ten, most ordinary people will be helpless, just like the current situation— —

A two-rooted vine and thorns facing a powerful Solar-class undead servant is like the chopsticks that are broken at will, very simple and easy; but when the number of vines and thorns becomes hundreds of , Thousands or tens of thousands?The answer is obvious!

It was like a green ocean, and these nine solar-class servants were submerged in an instant!

Even the undead servants of the Sun-bright rank are wrapped tightly all over, even if they use all their strength to struggle, they cannot break free; especially when the joints are entangled by these plants, the strength of this struggle is immediately reduced to a level. The point that people ignore-although it is a corpse, the movement still relies on the joints and ligaments activated by the power of death, even if the body is strengthened by the power of steel, it cannot leave this category.

Without any stay, with the help of [Nature's Aid], Ye Qi easily let these plants make way for him to open a gap where Yan Mo's knife can penetrate into the armor—then, he raised the knife and fell. Before more of the undead servants under the solar level rushed forward, Ye Qi unexpectedly solved all the nine solar-level undead servants smoothly; even he didn’t even have a backup plan. take it out.

Originally, at this time, Ye Qi wanted to bless the [Corrosion Sac Technique] again to gain a faster speed, and solve these solar-class undead servants in the shortest time.But it is obvious that it is not needed now-

Thanks for your help!

Next, please stand back!

Faced with such a situation, Ye Qi did not forget who helped him, and once again thanked the surrounding plants-although even the druid girl said that plants have no thinking; but this does not prevent Ye Thank you strangely; even if the other party has no thoughts, he will not be able to remember this thank you at the next moment; but this does not mean that Ye Qi himself can not say the thank you.

After all, the memory is born with these plants and cannot be forced.But thanking him was what he had to do-whether he was a demon hunter or an ordinary person, this was Ye Qi's own bottom line.

Compared with the initial communication difficulties, at this moment, after these plants received Ye Qi’s message, they immediately understood, and they retreated quickly—almost two breaths. These vines and thorns are all. Disappeared in front of Ye Qi, if it weren't for some of the branches that were still hanging and entangled with these existences.Ye Qi couldn't imagine the scene like the green ocean before.

Looking at the undead servant under the approaching sun, the electric spark in Ye Qi's hand flickered again——

Everyone.Since it saved me a [Saccharum Technique], I will switch to [Chain Lightning] for these guys, as revenge for your companions!

There was such words that the plants couldn't make clear from the bottom of his heart, and the flash of electricity shot out from Ye Qi's hand with a crackling sound.

...

What, what is going on?!

The warden of the holy prison stood sluggishly on the spot, looking at the situation in the distance-the flying vines and thorns, like a snake-like ferocious.It is impossible to break free and suffocating; the situation at this moment is like returning to the round up of the Druids that he participated in thirty years ago!

That day, also in the dense forest, as an ordinary priest with a knife, he saw with his own eyes that countless colleagues were hung and strangled by vines in the next moment; attacked by wild beasts, torn to pieces; and he used the corpse Manipulation' escaped a disaster; afterwards.As a scapegoat, he was sent directly to the holy prison, and then, there he got the first turning point in his life: countless corpses of different levels.

He was tortured for 13 months.But it was also these 13 months that made him from a small starlight-level apostle to a solar-level existence-that kind of hearty breakthrough and advancement are simply unimaginable for ordinary people; therefore, should With the identity of the Sun Yao-class powerhouse, when they became the execution officers of the holy prison, everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

To this day, the warden still remembers how many colleagues who pushed him out as scapegoats were surprised, unbelievable, and face like earth; and he also remembered how he got it. All this-Druidism!

For this sect that gave him everything today, the warden does not have any good feelings in his heart-although his strength has made unimaginable progress and reached the world's admiration, it does not mean that he has forgotten what he has received. Pain: Flogging and branding are almost daily inevitable appetizers. The only water to drink is the excretion liquid of all living things, and the food to eat is various corroded corpses.

Don’t get it wrong, he can only eat the things left by others, the things he least want to touch—white bones, blackened, pus-filled internal organs...

The place to sleep is in a pile of corpses, and it is necessary to be always on guard against other people’s attacks-the jailers of the holy prison, except for the daily caning and branding, basically dare not at all; of course not Will attack their own prisoners; only the prisoners will attack the prisoners!

In order to eat fresher meat, or the power to satisfy the shameless, or even just because you want to attack...

In short, any reason can cause these to enter the holy prison. The priests and priests who were originally well-dressed and full of holy and radiance have become inferior to the beasts; at least, the beasts will have warmth; and here?To live is just to live, and to die just to be a place for food?That kind of thing is too expensive!

With the passage of time, more and more corpses provided him with advanced strength, and his strength became stronger day by day; but the warden at the time did not show it immediately. In the holy prison, he was beaten and insulted. In addition, the most learned is to forbearance; tolerate everything and cannot tolerate until the strength can break through everything-and the facts have proved how correct this warden's idea is; when he showed it in the holy prison.After the strength of the Sun Yao class, his'sin' was forgiven; the position of the archbishop of a region was beckoning him.

However, he refused. He chose to stay in the Holy Prison as an execution officer. For Moran, who discovered how fast his abilities grew, is there anything better than the Holy Prison? ?Even if it does not see the sun all day long, there are rotten meat, corpses and bones, and various prisoners who have been tortured to war; but this does not mean that he will choose to leave.

Because, in the holy prison.After 13 months as a prisoner, Moran has understood that his strength is the most important thing; as long as he has the strength, he can do what he wants; for example: find those who framed him Take revenge from your colleagues and seek revenge from the Druids who have caused everything now.

The former was thrown into the holy prison with a smile; there, there would be more people doing it for him to entertain these colleagues who he could not think of; as for the latter?The other person seems to be air, which feels ubiquitous but can't be seen.

Until a few years later.After seeing the girl with long black hair and black eyes, Moran found a clue-although he couldn't wait to use the cruelest method right now.The girl in front of him was tortured and killed; but the more tyranny in his heart was suppressed by reason,'In order to find the other party's camp, what is there to be patient?With this thought, Moran approached each other as a'friend'.

Looking at the other party taking in all kinds of stray animals and planting all kinds of flowers and plants in the rudimentary back garden-every day, Moran tells himself,'I will wait until the day when the other party confesses the truth!'

Then, he really waited!

Without mercy, a druid camp was completely slaughtered; however, the cheerful and comfortable mood did not appear; the unbelievable eyes and sad expressions of looking at the other party.Moran didn't feel that he had got everything he deserved; he just felt more angry and needed blood in his heart!

Why are you not on my side?

With such a shout, Moran swung his sword straight at the opponent; and at that moment, a tone of ridicule and disdain rang out. Even today, decades later, Moran still I remember clearly that the man he had been his opponent for his entire life was carrying a broken sword.The appearance in front of him.

"If a man does something to a woman, he will be condemned! If you add the women and children you slaughtered before, then you really deserve to die!"

Blindly arrogant tone.A guy who doesn't even know what he has experienced, what right does he have to judge everything about himself?

Anger filled Moran’s chest. He was very unkind and fought with the opponent without any hesitation. The opponent is very strong. It is the most powerful opponent that Moran has ever seen since becoming a Solar Power. Speed, stamina, and sword-making skills are the strongest people he has ever seen; the two of them fought from noon to night, from night to morning, and then at sunset the next day. Win or lose.

All his servants were destroyed. He was exhausted and lost a move.

"I have the blood of a dragon, otherwise, I will lose! Forget it, this time it will be a tie!"

With such words, the opponent was carrying the broken sword like this, staggering and preparing to leave. However, after only two steps, he fell to the ground; and the chess piece that seemed to him was completely used, but At this moment he stood up, picked up the opponent's long sword, and walked towards him.

Humph, the consequences of a momentary mistake!

You should be the first to lose the result!

Moran looked at the girl who walked in with disdain, and finally closed his eyes; however, he didn't wait for a sword in his chest, but attracted the sword blade gently across the neck—'I The Moran I met is dead!'After leaving such a sentence, after bandaging the wound on his chest, the other party left with the bastard who fell to the ground like that.

After that, a heavy rain poured down.

The smell of blood faded in the heavy rain, the red blended into the soil, and a brighter green will bloom there in the coming year—after all, it was blooming at the expense of life.

Moran was washed all night in heavy rain until the people of the Holy See found him.

Then, he became the warden of the holy prison, stepping on the body of the old warden, sitting in the position of warden; at that moment, the figure cast by power and strength was feared and awed by countless people— —It's just like that Moran looked at the figures of those big men back then.

but.The warden no longer cares about this, he only cares about strength!

To find his opponent and kill the opponent, strength is necessary—this is the warden’s understanding after failing the second time; the strength of the opponent has grown at a speed far beyond his imagination, so he must Work harder; countless strong men have become corpses in his hands, and countless corpses have become his experimental materials.

Including his blood relatives!

Those are just products of power.How can he be called his blood relative?

Therefore, to the warden, the disgust and fear that everyone has had about it is dismissive.

Then, he became more and more bloodthirsty-because he needed to find a way to defeat his opponent; and the path of'corpse manipulation' would surely dance with the passing of life.

But what can it be?

As long as he can defeat his opponent, what does this count?

Your deaths are all trivial.Just like Moran back then!

With such thoughts, the warden's figure became more and more mysterious.It was terrifying; even the jailer of the holy prison did not dare to look directly at the other side's figure, only to silently stare at the feet of the warden on the floor.

The breakthrough of the Sun Yao-class was as easy as the warden expected, but after entering the Sun Yao, he more and more felt the gap between him and his opponent; therefore, he must be more So far, such efforts have prevented him from stepping out of the holy prison in twenty years; only to.Received the letter from Iyetta.

The warden did not have any interest in Iyetta, a so-called god, a brainwashed idiot, but the other party's letter made him interested-the disciple of the old opponent, even the'son'!

With such news, the warden, who had not left the holy prison for 20 years, appeared on Lorante, and came towards his goal-looking at those familiar black hair and black eyes.He didn't understand the killing intent that came out of the warden's heart. It was only because of his old opponent.

Even this moment is no exception!

I'm going to kill you!Kill you!

Facing that obviously belonged to the Druidism's unique ability of [plant manipulation]-the warden's heart came out with the most instinctive thoughts!

As for the previous capture?

For the warden.It is too easy to change his mind at any time, he has that idiot-like Moran.

...

The undead servant under the sun, the tide usually exited the forest, causing Ye Qi, who was flashing with electric sparks in his hand, to be taken aback for a moment, and then quickly followed—it happened to be that after leaving the forest, I could be more relaxed The hands and feet are gone; the undead servants who have left the solar level, these undead servants under the sun, at the speed blessed by the [Corruption Capsule Technique], they are not afraid!

After receiving the help of the forest, feeling the joy and fear that came from his heart, Ye Qi couldn't ignore the existence of these plants at all, and let go of his hands and feet and these undead servants who no longer had the solar class fought a battle; therefore; , Even if he guessed that the other party was retreating worrying about being attacked by these plants again, Ye Qi still followed out; after all, even if it was difficult, the Demon Hunter hadn't used his comrades as a shield.

What's more, what kind of difficulties are these undead servants under the sun at this moment?

Apart from the larger number of going out, what is there to be commendable?

Moreover, in terms of quantity alone, how could Ye Qi ever be afraid of other people!

With a flick of the windbreaker, Ye Qishi walked out of the forest and looked at the five hundred undead servants in front of him, and the warden standing in the center of these undead servants. Ye Qi couldn't help but smile at the other party's gloomy face. He was very happy-it can make the existence above Sun Yao collapsed several times. Of course, Ye Qi has a reason to smile happily, and Ye Qi thinks he will laugh next. Happier.

About a hundred yards away...

There are more than 30 solar-class undead servants around as shields!

If you fight it, the chance is more than 50%!

No, too low!

It must be more than 80%!

Wow, wow...

The sound of the page being blown suddenly appeared on this suffocating battlefield. The pages cast from the broken soul of Samikina moved with the wind, and a special wave immediately enveloped the battlefield.

"Samigina's Drive", one of Ye Qi's hidden trump cards-it's just that, as a sacred instrument of the'Sun Shine-class' that favors the undead faction, apart from a few of his friends, when there are other people present , Even if it’s just for unnecessary trouble in the future, he can't use it at all.

"Are there many hidden means? Have a virtue with your teacher! I always like to leave myself a hole card!"

The warden in the distance looked at the "Samijina's Drive" in Ye Qi's hand, narrowed his eyes, and his casual tone was full of disdain.

"However, do you think it is useful?"

The killing intent flashed, and the warden ended with a rhetorical question—how many kinds of sacred artifacts, even the power that once dominated Lorante like the Holy See, could not give an accurate answer; therefore, for "Sa Although the warden was surprised by books such as "Megina's Drive", he didn't take it to heart; after all, the appearance of books meant that such a sacred weapon would not have much attack power.

At most, it was nothing more than a magic book—how could a magic book be taken care of by the warden of the holy prison?

The warden's guess is essentially correct. "Samijina's Encouragement" is indeed a magic book, but its name is a demon god.

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