Reincarnation: Demon Hunter

In the dark night, layers of dark clouds completely cover the moon and sky, and the latest chapters are assembled.

I can't see my fingers completely, and bursts of biting cold wind swept across Lorient's land, blowing the forward team to have to stop and stay——

"Hurry up, we must hurry up, this is a war zone!"

A slightly better-dressed, clean-faced man shouted loudly.

"Sir, I can't go at all now!"

The other leader of the team pressed his hat and wrapped his coat tightly, almost creeping to the front of the man before, shouting loudly.

Although the two sides are facing each other face to face, amidst these winds, if it weren't for shouting, it was impossible to hear what the other side was saying.

"But, this is the battlefield, where the rebels and wizards are fighting..."

boom!

Before the man's words were finished, an explosion sounded, completely drowning the man's words, and a wave of air even knocked him to the ground.

The man who fell so dizzy, raised his head subconsciously, and suddenly saw an unforgettable scene--

Thousands of fireballs dragged the dazzling flame tail across the dark night sky, and smashed onto the ground like a meteor. Suddenly, the earth was bright.

In the distance, countless camps were plunged into the sea of ​​fire.

The wailing and screams did not sound in the true sense. Even if they did, they were a very small part of them, because at the moment when these fireballs fell, most of the people were instantly broken into pieces in the explosion.

The man looked at the scene in front of him dumbly.

After a while, he recovered and wanted to check his team.

However, when he turned around, he was stunned--

Scorched stumps with broken arms, burning corpses.

A fireball'spread' to his team.Except for him, no one escaped, even the captain of the caravan.Also died not far away.

There was a shudder subconsciously.

The man knew very well, if the previous'waves' of anger hadn't lifted him out.He ended up just the same.

However, the man has no time to rejoice in his escape.

In addition to the fact that all the goods are gone, he has already "struck" the house, and what is more, in his sight, a group of wizards in robes appeared in his sight.

All of these wizards were dressed in black, and the staff in their hands were all the same, and even the expressions were the same...indifferent.

The man didn't even think about it.Let his body roll around on the charred ground, and even put several stumps and broken arms on his body as a cover.

Those who dare to have contact with the rebels will be killed without mercy!

This is an old order.

And he was obviously violating such an order. Although he was not the only one who violated it, he absolutely did not want to be hanged outside the city tower or on the square by the Dreamer in the same way as those who were caught.

The wizards ignored the corpse at their feet and stepped straight past.

The indifference on his face became more and more cold.Even numb.

In the war, there is no heart full of warfare for a moment, so the whole heart becomes emotionless-the wizards don't know what this sentence is saying.But they do it now.

In the distance, those who survived the fireball bombing were somewhat different.

They are not fighting, nor numb.

They just want to-live, or say... let future generations live.

The mud on the ground suddenly bulged out, and then, the flaps were pushed away one by one, and the people who had quickly hid in it survived; they were holding simple swords and wearing some ruined leather armor.Even, some do not fit.But they all seem to be a bit decent-under the support of belief, any mistakes.

The wizards did not.

Neither do they.

Some guys hiding among ghosts.The culprit is the culprit, but it has already received its due punishment; therefore, such a war should stop itself.

However, it cannot be stopped at all. It is like a winding alarm clock. The passage of time cannot be stopped at all.

"war of the Damned!"

Holding a homemade cigarette in his mouth, Old John stood on a small dirt bag formed by the bombardment of a fireball, whispering to himself, the light of the cigarette butt flickered and flickered, his eyes scanned around him. Then, I looked at the wizarding army that appeared in front of me again, and I never felt like the present moment in my heart, I felt aversion to war.

"Damn'destiny'!"

Once again, Old John cursed in a low voice like this.

He raised his head and looked at the black sky, his sight even crossed the entire sky, looking for a figure that might appear-in fact, before every battle began, he was looking for the opponent.

If he can, he doesn't mind breaking the opponent's body into pieces.

Never at any time did he hate an existence so much.

...

The void flickered, and Ye Qi showed up somewhere on the battlefield with Delpa.

"here is……"

Delpa asked with some uncertainty.

"It's the place you imagined. On one side is the King of Swords, my teacher; on the other side is the wizard emperor: Abigail-the final result of the war was that the wizarding army was completely destroyed and Abigail died."

Ye Qi relayed it very positively.

"Then I'm going to persuade Abigail... are you sure to persuade your teacher?"

Delpa asked.

"Believe me, this kind of war, my teacher, has always resisted!"

Ye Qi laughed, and disappeared in place in the next moment.

Delpa didn't stop either, and went straight to the place where Abigail's breath exists. However, the speed of advancement is far not as fast as Ye Qi-except that Ye Qi uses the essence of time, it is more because of Ye Qi. Delpa's body is covered with a breath of'time', which is a category of time gap utilization, used to isolate the gaze of'order'.

However, such an unpleasant speed is only compared to Ye Qi.

For others, it is still quite fast.

At least, when Delpa passed through the camp where the wizards were stationed, no one could find it.Until he approached the Great Tent of the Chinese Army belonging to the wizard emperor Abigail.

"Who!"

In a low voice, with an indisputable tone, Abigail was as expressionless as ever.But with great power, he looked at the figure outside the tent.Guessing which of the seven heroes the opponent is.

It is absolutely impossible for someone else to be discovered by him at such a close level.

Although it was only a few moments of'hands', Abigail was vigilant for the companions left by Ye Qi. Among them, the most powerful were the King of Swords and the King of Titans. Both of them It is already ignoring any legion-level immortality, whether it is a single fight or the latest chapter of a large-scale war.There is nothing to do with each other.

Unless it's him, or Lada shoots.

Even Lada is inferior.

However, in the same way, Abigail knew very well that the two of them were straightforward people, and would not play any tricks, far unlike the hermit inside.

"The hermit?"

Abigail asked.

Except for the other party, he temporarily couldn't think of other possibilities.

"It's me, Abigail!"

The sound rang.Very familiar, Abigail was taken aback, then.Anger and murderous intent began to emerge on his face-it was regarded as a position of faith, and it was tarnished, enough to make a good gentleman look like a mad bull.

What's more, Abigail is far from a so-called good gentleman.

"court death!"

While drinking, Abigail raised his hand.

'The Great' Delpa is dead. Although Abigail doesn't want to admit it, this is an indisputable fact. He buried the opponent with his own hands.The man he respects most.

And now, someone is posing as the other person.Appeared in front of him.

If Abigail didn't break the opponent's body into pieces, it would definitely be difficult to calm his anger.

The silent waves are moving.A dim, annihilated light cut through the space and appeared in front of the figure; however, the same light appeared there.

The same silent, the same dim and annihilated.

"God Slaughter a finger? How could you..."

Abigail was startled.

Although the anger in his heart did not fade away, but a little bit of illusion that always existed, so that he did not continue to attack, but quietly waited and prepared.

"The structure of this spell model was done by me helping you-of course, it was only about half completed at the time!"

Opening the tent curtain, Delpa walked in slowly.

Looking at the familiar face, Abigail's face was'yin' and uncertain.

"I know you are still skeptical, and I can't produce more evidence. Even if I know something that only we know, you still feel that I have done more preparations... After all, at the beginning , When you became my assistant, you were such a "sexual" personality-doubting everything, but believing in everything!"

Delpa looked at the assistant who was supposed to be young in his original memory, and sighed softly with his old face at the moment.

That special sense of "wave" made him know that his assistant had chosen that path-replacing his body with various other substances to gain more powerful power.

This was originally his idea.

It's just that it's just the idea, and there is no more going on.

Because, at that time, he met Fangding.

However, the assistant in front of him undoubtedly carried on this; moreover, he completed it very completely, even some of it was beyond his imagination.

After all, in his opinion, achieving immortality in this way is quite difficult, and the chances are very small.

Abigail did it.

"Abigail, can you listen to what is going to happen to me and tell it again?"

Delpa asked.

"Say it!"

Abigail groaned for a moment, and finally nodded.

ps Decadent cold is not healed... Keep running nose, especially when eating...

That scene is simply horrible!

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