Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 767 Your meaning is a hero!

"Hey, this big guy has special strength, but he's not dead yet, he's turned into a pile of rotten meat."

Pilate waved the long blood blade in his hand, and then put his greedy eyes on Aslan's weapon. It seemed that the material was quite extraordinary, and the things of the strong should be worth a few dollars.

He reached out to grab the cross of the Holy Spirit, but the dying Aslan's grip was so tight that he couldn't pull his hand away.

"You stupid thing, you are dead, but please leave your belongings, pity us poor people."

The blood blade was raised high, Pilate sneered ferociously, and then swung down suddenly from top to bottom, trying to cut off Aslan's arm.

puff~
His vision suddenly turned dizzy, and Pilate was extremely astonished, as if he had been kicked severely by someone's sneak attack, and rolled on the ground several times in a row.

When I recover, I must let him know why my nickname is "Blood Sword"!
After several circles in a row, Mu stared sideways at the blood blade fragments on the ground, which seemed to be his own weapon.

Finally, at the last gleam of fireflies in his life, he realized that he was beheaded by a blow.

Yelin was originally not interested in getting involved in the war in Silent City, he didn't want to expose his strength too much, but the dying Aslan made him change his mind.

The potion cleared Aslan's poisoned state, and made Aska slightly awake. He opened his eyes in a bewilderment, his lips trembled, and he asked in confusion, "Who am I? Who is Aslan?"

"Your chest has been pierced, don't talk, I can save you."

He spun a resurrection coin with his fingertips like a top, intending to use it on Aslan, but was held by a bloody hand, coughing blood in his mouth, but shook his head slightly.

"I'm already dead. I don't want to drag my puppet-like body to live. Tell me, who is Aslan? What has he done?"

When he was about to die, what he thought about was not how to struggle to continue to live, but to ask his vague memory, what he had done when he was chosen by shikigami.

Whether it violated the oath he made to the shikigami on the day he became an exorcist.

Punish evil and promote good, exorcise evil spirits!
"The meaning of the name Aslan...is a hero."

Ye Lin stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood froth from the corner of his mouth, and said with pride: "In the era of the dark jihad, the people of Arad were in dire straits, and disasters were rampant. The Xuzu exorcist with the power of Shishen rose like the sun, bringing new hope. Before the four great priests appeared, you were the one who shouldered the heavy burden of Xu Zu's anti-demon group."

More and more memory fragments were picked up, gradually pieced together a vague past.

Michelle went to Xuzu and asked the exorcist with the power of shikigami to come out of the mountain and save the common people.

The Dark Jihad has been fought for 94 years, and the youth of several generations has continued. Although Michelle has brought the glory of "God", the profound meaning of other professions was not complete at that time, and the strength of the awakened people was very few. The representative four priests , also appeared at the end of the decisive battle.

Before that, it was all maintained by the strength of the anti-magic group, and Aslan was the leader and the best among them.

"You were in the Demon Realm, and you even saved a little girl named Bibi, Aslan, you are worthy of the title of exorcist."

Aslan's resolute face glowed with a strong brilliance, like the last warmth of an extinguished fire, the most important memory fragments, also broke through the barrier of the seal, and jumped into his mind.

Allard, Xuzu, a very familiar and kind name, it seems to be my hometown, and it feels warm when I hear it.

The devil world is really too cold.

"The end of the pretender's war...?"

"we won."

Hearing this affirmative answer, Aslan seemed to let go of some wish, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I am ashamed of the exorcist who expected me, I am ashamed of choosing my shikigami, and I am even more ashamed of Arad..."

"No, you have done well enough." Ye Lin shook his head lightly, and then praised: "You led us through the most difficult years, the four priests took over your will, and you are still in the church to this day name."

Aslan was once affected by the black nightmare, his personality fell into extreme paranoia, and he hated all magic power, especially Herder, the first user of elemental magic.

His extremes, his rage, endowed him with great power, which alarmed even Michelle.

Michelle once thought that he was infected by the pretender, so he specially checked it himself, but found that it was an unknown dark magic, extremely powerful!
Under normal circumstances, Aslan would have to be restricted and then observed and quarantined. However, that era was too critical, and every ounce of combat power had to be used against the pretenders.

As a result, Aslan, who obtained powerful anti-magic power in the "Temple of Death", became the mainstay against the pretenders!

Until, he was summoned by the mysterious "Dark Death" and disappeared during the holy war.

As for the so-called Temple of Death and Dark Death, it should be Luke's black nightmare.

"You mean Bibi? I still remember that she is a clever little girl. There seems to be someone named Niwu. The biscuits they gave me are delicious."

Aslan's teeth were full of blood, but he was still laughing, and fell into a moment of reminiscence, and suddenly he held Yelin's wrist with his palm, and said urgently: "I can tell that you are very strong, so please, please bury me Yu Xuzu, and... cough, please protect... Arad."

The rough palms slipped down, the eyes quickly lost their luster, there was still a bit of stubble on the face, there was a trace of fatigue in the determination, and there was a reassuring smile at the end.

The exorcist who has been eroded and disappeared since the dark jihad era, wandering in the devil world, regained his memory in his last glory.

Eyes that had lost their light, Ye Lin remained silent, holding the blood-stained resurrection coin, which Aslan refused to use from the beginning to the end.

The real hero Aslan had already died when he challenged the Silent City, and his current body is just a brainwashed puppet.

During this period, he must have committed the mistake of violating the promise of the exorcist, so he was unwilling to accept treatment, because it would be Aslan the "Forgotten" who would come back alive, not the heroic exorcist.

Go to the middle of a pile of corpses, pick up a few colorful beads, and use the broken thread to string them together again, one of Aslan's symbols, the Sifang God Seal!
"I will take you back to Xuzu and give you a good burial."

He gently placed the necklace on Aslan's chest, and after bowing, a little ice came out from his fingertips, freezing Aslan's body.

Zheng!
Obviously just wiped an ordinary metal long sword with a paper towel, but there seemed to be thousands of swords screaming together, and the clear trembling sound seemed to resonate all the metals, making those red-eyed devils also stunned for a moment, and they were all stunned.

Ye Lin wiped the long sword lightly with a soft cloth. After more than ten seconds, he seemed satisfied with its brightness, then turned his head and asked lightly: "I want to take his body back, do you want to stop it?"

Yassin, wearing a tight-fitting blue suit and a visor, couldn't help trembling in his heart. The six-petal flower made of the root of darkness in his hand shook for a moment, but he held it tightly immediately, and said calmly:
"Go ahead, Rousselot will guide you."

"Thank you." Nodding lightly, the long sword that had been cleaned was thrown down casually.

Agatai, who just ran away while Yelin was listening to her last words, was pale, and before she had time to take a breath, she was glad that she had escaped, but was pierced through her body by a sword in an instant, and was nailed to the wall.

A sword made of ordinary iron material, with the blessing of powerful sword intent, split the wall of Silent City made of special alloy.

Rousselot, who was leading the way silently, wanted to look back, but he couldn't figure out the character of this man, for fear that he might have a strange temper.

Nelbe said that this man was extremely dangerous, and he dared to practice swordsmanship when fighting with Matega!

Ye Lin, who slowly came out of the sad state of mind, nodded his chin with his fingers, stared at the rabbit ears on Rousselot's magic hat for a moment, and then shifted to the swallowtail magic suit, and the straight, slender, slightly fleshy and round legs in stockings,
"High heels match your temperament, but Allard has better-looking, delicate ones."

"what?"

Rousselot staggered as he walked up the stairs, and subconsciously looked down at the high heels on his feet. Good handicrafts are rare in the Demon Realm, and are only sold in a few famous areas.

Especially after she joined Silent City, she was obsessed with magic cultivation, and items such as clothes and shoes were basically sent by peripheral members.

That is, Schneider united against Tarakuta's organization, "Vlad".

Most of them are bought in the Harlem area, near Casino Royale, so the quality is naturally quite inferior.

Just like now, Yelin has sharp eyesight and noticed that the stockings on Rousselome's legs are drawn, and the workmanship is basically at the level of a street stall.

Compared with the knee socks that Hiate was used to wearing, they were not at the same level at all.

Hiat's kind, no matter how you touch it, it won't wrinkle, but it's easy to be beaten.

"If you have time, how about going to the heavens? Walking on our street for half an hour, you can see more products than you have in your entire life."

　Thanks to the big guys for "it seems that the longer the name you choose, the more handsome you are", "20171024054257685", "Xi Fei", and "Don't have sauce".

　　
　
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