The last headhunter

Chapter 33 Unyielding Hero, Fallen Skyfire

It's like a long and distant dream, in which there is an endless pilgrimage.

Jeska wandered through the snowfields and yellow sands, almost resolutely trekking towards the illusory and magnificent temple.

His heart is pure, firm and relieved.How he believed in the ancient great legend engraved on the slate——

When human beings fall into suffering, the compassionate gods with the power of pure holy light will bless them and give them relief.

He will save thousands of living beings from water and fire, so that the world can survive the struggle.

King Halwara.If you really exist, please grant me divine power to save my guarding friends. Bring hope to this dark land.

He longed so much.Having never touched the realm of God, he could only numbly and mechanically practice the proverbs and secret methods in the skill book, but he never imagined how noble and uncontrollable the will of God is.

He didn't understand anything, but he could only beg like this.

This is his only option.This is also his last wish.

And the Temple finally answered him.The vicissitudes of the ancient stone steps shattered and disintegrated in the dreamlike world, while the golden holy light that soared in the sky surrounded him like a surging ocean.

In the reflection of the line of sight, the figure of the familiar child is flickering in the sky.And his radiant figure is spreading his arms, allowing the flowing pure light to burst out and be baptized with thunderous momentum.In his image, the naive young man who was always timid and depressed was like an angel who ignited the world, pouring God-given energy into his exhausted body.

Jeska felt it.He can hear the whispers of the gods.The loving king sympathized with his people, and finally brought him the essence of the incarnation of God to help him ascend.At this moment, the eight-winged angel took off her bleak holy clothes, and slowly walked out of the light curtain naked.The moving pure golden body is standing in front of it in an inviolable and sacred posture.The supreme light that is hard to see directly complements the vibrating energy that the young man constantly transfers to himself, and it is magnificent in this virtual time and space that circulates forever.Without waiting for Jie Shika to think about what happened, the eight-winged angel knelt down slowly under his shameful sight that he couldn't put down.This incomparable servant of the throne condescends to a mortal like Jeska in a lowly manner!
How dare you be this—noble angel, you—

You are the chosen one who has saved grassroots people from danger time and time again, how can you kneel down to such a lowly body like me?

Jie Shika sincerely wanted to help this eight-winged angel who bowed his head with utmost respect.Jie Shika, the supreme figure who had been summoned countless times sincerely, could not imagine nor accept her humble appearance kneeling down like a courtier.This is too frustrating!
But in the next second, his body stopped in mid-air due to shock.

The eight-winged angel's hands are tightly holding a delicate and gorgeous pure gold cross.It is carved and engraved in an exquisitely ornate manner, and it is connected to its main body by the complete holy wing of the most beautiful posture.The extremely familiar and precious cross seal marked the most authoritative "Holy Cross" seal of the priest professional guild, and it is declaring the glory and nobility of this artifact to purify all darkness and justify all judgments.

And the angel with long golden hair is holding the cross in front of Jeska.This legendary sacred object, the supreme treasure of ancient times, and one of the three priestly artifacts known as "Nieta's Pride", is being dedicated to those who are only high-level priests in an unquestionably true state at this moment. This high-level adventurer's guild, Jie Shika.

What an honor. In this life, I can touch or even master this ancient artifact whose posture can only be imagined in ancient books, and it is the blessings of several lifetimes of cultivation to enjoy the slightest?
The pride of Neta.The incarnation of the unyielding hero, condensed on the top of the cross in the absolutely impenetrable field of holy light.

No blacksmith in any human empire can imitate any corner of this noble artifact.

At this time, Jeska realized that the approval and respect of the eight-winged angels were real, and the pure light on him now was the infusion of the power of God.The young man who gave birth to the ancient will and brought hope to mankind in the prophecy is the bridge connecting God and him.

He finally didn't have to continue this long journey.The headhunter had laid everything out for him.Jeska, who had never even had the courage to imagine before meeting the boy, finally got a glimpse of a corner of the realm of God at this moment.

That desirable shore.The source of the holy light, the final destination of priests, and the real King Halwara.There, the king waits for every soul who ascends to be an angel.

No more confusion.Jie Shika adapted to the dignity of his current status.This is enough to draw a strong and colorful legendary experience for a short life, and it will accompany the memories of the long future, which will never be forgotten.He returned the same respect, then slowly bowed his body, and took the bright treasure with both hands.The heavy texture of vicissitudes is swaying in the cold wind that goes around thousands of times, accompanied by the happy and melodious hymns of white doves, singers and book boys in the distance, casting brilliant shadows on this holy place.Jeska saw the eight-winged angel's smile.Under the protection of their power, these apprentice priests who have gradually grown up finally have the qualifications to use the artifact, and can stand on their own with perseverance and courage to bring peace back to the world.

But all of this, if it wasn't for the young headhunter——

The youth's figure finally lost its divine light.The gate of the temple was slowly closed, and the circulation of the light beam was no longer running.But that noble body floating like a shining star in the sky is still unforgettable.

Eight-winged angels have long since lost their ability to speak.The history of ascension for tens of thousands of years made her look at the vicissitudes of life.And even so, she couldn't remain completely unmoved by the unyielding souls who inherited the king's will.

The fate of the world will continue to fission again and again in this continuous flow.

Go and shatter the darkness of the world, young children.

As if waking up from a dream.The distant and vast sky in the God Realm was replaced by darkness and molten fire, and the holy sound also ended abruptly in the ear.The sound of fighting, the scorching sound of flooding flames, the roaring sound of undead monsters, the strange restless sound of the evil energy arrows piercing through the holy curtain and rushing through time and space, and even the thunder and thunder of horseshoes trampling on the ground are endless.The trance illusion is like the torrent of thousands of mountains and rivers, with memories and mixed autumn wind surging in my mind.

Just experienced - is it all true?

Before Jeska asked himself so carefully, the heavy cross in his hand had already answered his question.The quaint great sword that accompanied him for nearly ten years has disappeared, and the gorgeous "Pride of Neta" that replaced him is shining in this dark and oppressive space with a new and eternal posture.This just means counterattack and hope - the treasures bestowed by God to the people, will always fight unyieldingly!

Quickly search my mind, many skills and spells that escape from learning and memorization are clear in my heart like a godsend.Although I don't know what level it has reached, these legal codes that are fully operational will definitely play an unimaginable role.

It's like... this has been anxiously calling for his holy skill - "Holy Cross".The mysterious brilliance that has never appeared in any skill book, now under the blessing of the artifact, is uttering a manic battle cry with extreme excitement.

This is an arrow of evil energy that is close to the tip of its nose!Horror depressingly eroded the undead breath of the holy wall!This is the moment when Neta's pride will end your pathetic hopes.The unrealistic fantasy of destruction will be completely ended by me!

field!open!The star of the cross descends in the highest form!Purify evil for me. Expel all haze!
Accompanied by the declaration in his heart, the light of the giant cross in Jie Shika's hand surged up, and even quickly formed a pillar of torrent with the holy light as the carrier!Immediately afterwards, the pure holy light rotated 360 degrees from the four corners of the cross like the rays of light scattered by stars, but when it touched any undead creation, it chopped it up like a blade with extreme sharpness!The cutting machine usually makes the bloody scenes of the corpses of the zombies continue to be staged, and the expression of Makaros was filled with panic at that moment!
No more arrogance, no more contempt, no more rage and anxiety.Macaroth's pressing step by step finally created this in front of him—an inhuman monster who returned to the world as the endorsement of God!

What kind of power strengthened him so!Who is it that links him to the realm of the gods?Who did a good job?

The battle situation is too chaotic to think about.The human knights who broke in suddenly are just a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, but if the two intractable forces of arcane magicians and God's Chosen really appear on this battlefield at the same time, "that guy"'s plan will be very difficult. Difficult to complete.

Marcarus couldn't think of anything.In such a weakened human empire, two powerful heroes suddenly appeared.And they were slaughtering in the undead army, especially in the uninhabited situation.And when the corpses are completely depleted, the necropolis will be reclaimed
It growled fiercely.What was happening before him clearly threw it off course, and Jeska could feel it—and so could Sariel.

The last spell is coming to an end.All the meteorites will be gathered in the low sky, and then turn into a roaring rain of flames, completely submerging the necropolis here, and burying the ugly abyss lord together.As long as the impact of the fel energy arrow doesn't hurt the center and interrupt the spell chant, everything will come to an end.

And presumably, that is absolutely impossible.

The pride of Neta.The absolutely unbreakable sacred object of God, also known as the "circling dance of holy light".Today, the artifact continues to live up to its majesty.

All this is due to - that child.Sleeping child.

Shred it!Fall here with your master!

The fel arrows that completely tore the light curtain rushed towards the cross with destructive pressure.Wronged souls and undead surged on the "tearing" heat wave of fel energy, howled and climbed on the tip of the arrow.And the human limbs that are constantly multiplying on the poisonous arrow handle are looking for a body for reproduction in an extremely distorted posture.Just like its name "Death Bell", this dirty and terrifying creation is the ultimate dark magic that brings blasphemy and death to all existence in the world.

And Jeska didn't have any fear.The holder of this artifact has retreated countless times from the invasion of dark forces, and he is as absolutely determined as he is now.Standing here resolutely for the purpose of protection is precisely for dawn and redemption.

This world will finally emerge through sacrifice and salvation!

The sacred guardian array is accompanied by a sharp determination to protect the cross.And this round dance of continuous rotation and cutting firmly hit the ferocious and terrifying arrow of evil energy!The violent collision of light and darkness erupted at that moment, and the sky reddened by the flames was dyed even more terrifying by the intertwined black and white amidst the continuous expansion of the opposing forces!The wailing pain of the undead creation screamed in the rapid cutting like a holy light crusher, and the pungent bloody smell accompanied the continuous shattering of the arrow body, and scattered on the decayed surface like the broken limbs!The purple heads, chapped lips and hollow eyes of the undead, the giant hands groping around and their strange roars, all of them were destroyed fragilely in this absolute barrier and sharp front formed by the holy light!

The structure of the evil energy arrow disintegrated in just ten seconds, and the faint evil energy that once tore apart the protective net of the eight-winged angels appeared vulnerable to the divine light. "Pride of Neta" didn't even show any scars, and in this almost high-spirited absolute crushing, it completely dissolved the evil spell released by Makaros.

Isn't this shocking - in this new realm, Holy Light is no longer a tool used by Jessica to display skills.They are more like friends, more like a relationship of mutual dependence.With an attitude of intercommunication, truly feel the flow of holy light in the body and the changeable shape.This has long been beyond the scope of the "purifier" practice, perhaps even the royal professional guild is unable to fully evaluate Jeska's current state.

mysterious.Mysteries that cannot be explained by prophecy.

The pride of Neta shines in his hands.Jeska, covered in scars and blood stains, stood proudly in the gust of wind, resolute and unyielding like a shield wall.

"If you have any other tricks, just use them! Despicable, vile wild dogs, undead animals!"

"You hateful, hateful human! I will make you regret your provocation!"

The gigantic beast roared with anger.It took the earth-shaking steps and started its final charge.

It crushed the bodies of undead monsters and smashed the human skull tower into ruins.Still trying to spray the death impact, the evil bone trying to attack Sariel was shattered by the impact of Makaros, and it opened its bloody mouth awkwardly, and the two war halberds spun and flew in a gust of wind, one after another. Shocking waves of purple fel energy.With continuous and spreading coercion, he launched the most terrifying impact on Jessica—the meat bullet that crushed it would turn all creatures in its path into victims of its impulsiveness and recklessness.This gigantic body, which once slaughtered countless creatures, will step over the human city again in the same way, and reduce the originally peaceful human kingdom to a barren wasteland.

If there is no Jie Shika.

The man took a deep breath, and immediately inserted the cross straight into the unpolluted soil.Immediately afterwards, the solid golden wings gradually condensed on the back, the sacred reflection that can be swayed behind him without the favor of an angel, rising and expanding in the galloping and splendid holy light, and continuously extending into an extremely hard golden color on an exponential scale flat.The sound of war ceased, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at this vast arrogance.The "Pride of Neta", which had completely extended to the sky and surpassed the size of Makaros, showed no sign of fear—on the contrary, the wall of light began to move forward eagerly.Stretching for nearly ten kilometers, the divine power began to counterattack and advance under the command of Jeska!It slowly sang hymns towards the ugly monster, preparing to resist the impact of Makaros in the tranquility and peace of the world.

The Flying Wing Knights, Michelle, Sariel, and the sleeping boy who had ended the massacre of the remnant soldiers, were all protected behind the "Pride of Neta" at this moment.And under the baptism of the holy light, the injured knights were recovering quickly—all of them were looking up at the monstrous wall of light.At this very moment, the graceful Mother Earth is showing your holy splendor.

Let it fall.sky fire.

Let it fall.Macaroth.

Sariel's figure descended slowly from the sky.And Macaroth's gigantic body slammed into the light wall heavily, and the booming sound was endless.At this time, if someone looks up, he will find the most beautiful first light in the sky that is about to dawn.

The majestic heat wave that splashed down, together with the endless meteorites pierced the sky, smashed towards the giant beast with a posture close to the ground.

Skyfire was realized.The spell chanting, which lasted for half an hour, finally came to an end.

And when the sky filled with flames and holy light merged on the earth, everyone's eyes were burned by the blood that filled the ground.

(End of this chapter)