Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 554 The last loyal minister
The underworld is a spiritual realm after death, not in the extreme depths of the earth, it is more like an independent dimension, or the collapse point of the universe.

It is impossible for living people to enter the underworld. Except for the special life forms in the universe that can ignore the rules of the underworld, there is only one way, and that is the mysterious hell ore that can increase spiritual power.

That arm, a special armor made of black hellish ore, had will-o'-the-wisps glowing from the gaps in the joints, and the extremely rich dark energy swallowed the afterglow of the setting sun. The whole space was dark and gloomy, as if it had fallen into a special realm.

Unlike the ghost projections summoned by Devil May Cry professionals, and also not like the condensed ghost image of Moen's semi-ghost deification, this arm looks extremely real. It seems to be a real thing, not energy!
A strange soul knife cut off the immature magic circle he was using, and also stopped the momentum of Buraxiu's appearance.

The courtyard of Fengling's house has briefly become the connection point of the two worlds, and at the other end of the underworld, an extremely terrifying strongman broke the barrier.

The silt left by Bharaxiu turned into a pool of dark energy so thick that it was almost substantive. Even Yelin, who had reached the realm of the elemental holy spirit, was surprised by this majestic energy.

The hell stone arm stretched out, and the body buried at the other end of the underworld was slowly pulled out. Every time the body appeared, the bone-chilling coldness around it would intensify.

It's not the coldness of the body surface temperature, but a kind of mental trembling, the fear of this figure.

Boom~!

When the body of the mysterious being was completely pulled out and suspended in the air, everyone's minds seemed to explode, and they fell into a short blank.

But fortunately, they are all strong, but they are temporarily uncomfortable with the overwhelming atmosphere of the underworld.

His stature is as tall as an ancient demon god, and his armor of hell ore is black and shiny, braving the cold flames. His breastplate is like a huge mouth of the abyss, which can chew the soul of the enemy.

The dense vertical and horizontal deep marks on the armor are the baptism of swords and swords faced by an army of 30 during the chaos of ghosts and gods hundreds of years ago.

"You are the last loyal servant of Perus, Priest Jiger?"

Yelin took a deep breath. If there is anyone else who can enter the underworld with his body, except for the cosmic hunk and the transcendent, it should be the only Jiger who was dragged underground after exhaustion wearing the hell ore.

The helmet made of hell ore made it impossible to see Jiger's face clearly. The other party's attention seemed to be not on them, but on the half-ghostly Moen.

However, Ye Lin knew that the body under this armor was too long to escape the shackles of human life, and it was difficult for the hell ore to keep it from decaying for more than 400 years. A tough and unyielding soul!

"A new ghost? How pitiful."

Jiger's voice was deep, solemn, and a little pity, but it was not too cold like hell, but like a loyal paladin.

Behind the birth of every ghost and god, there is a sad or angry story, Jiger himself is no exception, and so is Moen.

The armor-covered hand pressed gently on the top of Moen's head, and something amazing happened. The ghostly aura on the monk, who was originally half-ghostly, dissipated quickly, as if a pot of boiling water had been poured on the snow.

But for a moment, the eyes of the insane Moen regained their clarity, staring blankly at his restored hands and the tall and burly living body in front of him.

The moment Jiger reached out his hand, Ye Lin keenly saw that there were countless skull-like ghosts between the gaps in the armor, gnawing at his soul body frantically under the armor!

Even though thousands of ghosts devoured his body and was in great pain, Jiger didn't care, as if they were just crawling ants, insignificant.

"How many years?" Jiger asked suddenly.

Although he devoured 30 troops with Brash during the Battle of Cantwin, he himself was immediately dragged into hell, and the subsequent battle and situation are unknown.

Although there are no clocks in hell, he can tell from the slow decay of his own body that time has passed for a long time, and the concept of time has gradually been forgotten.

The completely ghostly body and time have completely lost their meaning to him.

"Master Jiger, more than four hundred years have passed since the battle of Cantwin's Gate..."

Yelin pays the highest respect to him, not only because Jiger is the last loyal minister, but also because of this tenacious and unyielding will, and I am indifferent to it.

It was also Jiger who took the lead in controlling the power of ghosts and gods, so that the ghost swordsmen who were discriminated against, resisted, and feared saw a ray of light and hope for the future.

The significance of the milestone is not only for Devil May Cry professionals, but for other people who use ghost hands, if they pursue their roots in history, they must respectfully call Jiger "Master".

"Over four hundred years..."

The blue flame in the Hellstone armor swelled a bit. It was so far away from that war that it took so long for human beings to replace it several times.

"The empire I guard...?"

"After you died in battle, it has been replaced by the Delos Empire."

Yelin didn't use the blunt term of demise. The Delos Empire was born out of Perus. There is nothing wrong with saying this, it sounds euphemistic.

It’s just that the original royal family of the Perus Empire has long since ceased to exist. At that time, the emperor of Delos, Heron Baden, was a decisive person. After the 30 troops were annihilated, he still had the courage to continue to send troops to directly attack the royal family. , it is basically impossible to keep the population of the original royal family.

Ye Lin still doesn't know the reason why Jiger suddenly appeared along the "connection point" of the two worlds, whether he wanted to but his last ray of hope for more than 400 years.

Perhaps, Jiger still had a little luck in his heart. After he swallowed the 30 army by himself, Delos would retreat in fear, and Perus would regain his glory.

But now that he has returned from the hell full of evil spirits, the powerful empire that unified the mainland in the past has become a few strokes in the course of history that can only be written by latecomers.

But the sigh was only temporary. During the 400 years of his suffering in hell, his thoughts of defending his family and country and being loyal to the king have gradually been smoothed out.

To get rid of the ghosts and gods, the soul will never sink, and break the shackles of the underworld is the ultimate goal he should stick to.

Jiger swept over one by one with his cold eyes, paused on Mei Weisi for a while, then lowered his head and stared at the dark field under his feet, with a sneer on his face.

Sure enough, those ghosts and gods refused to let him go, they just got rid of the shackles of the underworld for a short time, and when they returned to Arad, they wanted to pull him back immediately.

After all, in that chaos of ghosts and gods, he was the one who let those free ghosts and gods be dragged to the underworld by Bharaxiu.

"Hehe, if it's not bound by the rules of the underworld, it's up to you?" Jiger sneered, full of disdain for the ghosts and gods who were about to rush out.

But he also understood that he didn't have much time to waste, those ghosts and gods resented him, and they would never allow him to get rid of the underworld.

"I once owed a promise to Prince Jon of the Kingdom of Calamity, promising to return Saya to him after the war, but I'm sorry..."

A scarlet and ferocious arm suddenly grabbed Jiger's ankle, bringing the magic sound of hell, exuding endless anger and fighting spirit, trying to drag Jiger into hell.

"Ji...ge..."

"Kazan..." Yelin whispered.

Jiger didn't care about the first ghost that attacked, and didn't even look at it.

He has been entangled with ghosts and gods in the underworld for more than 400 years, and they are very familiar with each other.

"Go to the disaster bank ruins, summon Saya, or drag Jon into hell..."

boom!
An arm covered in bandages and exuding a purple plague grabbed Jiger's other leg, the Rakshasa of the plague!

"Fulfill my request, I look forward to someone becoming the Dark Lord, becoming darkness... itself!"

The successive hands of ghosts and gods locked Jiger's body firmly, and that dark field has become a forbidden place for death.

Now anyone who dares to touch Jiger and ghosts and gods will be dragged into the underworld together.

(End of this chapter)