Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 1268: Gun Soul, War-torn Plains

Hades imprisoned a vampire ancestor?

Renn had a look of surprise on his face and remained silent for a while, digesting the breaking news.

It seems that there was more than one ancestor of the blood race in the Fourth Age, and Barbaro was also the father of the Nightmare Lord and the grandfather of Princess Ariel.

All he could say was...well done to Hades.

Well done!

If Barbaro, the ancestor of the blood clan, was still alive, then Princess Ariel would be even more difficult to deal with. Once she died, I'm afraid the Dark Lord would come to check, and Lei might be buried with her...

Ren sighed: "Is Hades so strong? I feel that his strength is no worse than the God of War."

Capturing an ancestor of the blood race alive is more difficult than killing him. Even the God of Storm War has no such record.

As far as he knew, there were only two strong men in history who had the record of killing demon giants, one was the Sun King and the other was William the Great.

Maybe there are others that he doesn't understand, but these are the only two that are public.

President Hein said calmly:

"During the Hundred Years Holy War, Louis was indeed the strongest, but Pluto was very young. After the Hundred Years Holy War, Louis and the Barbarian King were both over 300 years old, while Pluto was less than 150 years old."

Strictly speaking, the three supreme kings are not of the same generation.

When the Storm God of War and the Barbarian King of the Western Wilds became powerful, Pluto was still on the rise.

After the Holy War ended, the demons lay dormant and licked their wounds. The extent of Pluto's strength later was not known to the world.

"I see, you were so young when you debuted..."

Renn was surprised that the three kings were not from the same generation, and was a little confused, "Aren't there only two ways to become a god in that era? What is Pluto planning to do by imprisoning the ancestor of the blood race?"

"I don't know about this. The two major ways are just ways of becoming a god mastered by the natural school. In order to become a god and to live forever, heroes from all walks of life have created countless different ways to become a god."

President Hein looked troubled and asked, "Otherwise, why would a crazy evil organization like the Eternal Life Sect always keep killing people?"

In history, the Eternal Life Sect has been wiped out at least five or six times, but it has resurrected every time.

Similar organizations emerge in endlessly. As long as someone wants to live forever, evil organizations such as the Eternal Life Sect will always have the potential to exist.

Eight hundred years ago, Emperor William the Great purged the Eternal Sect.

But now, the Immortal Sect has developed again, and is even larger than before, with "top talents" like the Archmage of the Undead, Forrest...

Ren knew that this kind of thing was normal, but he still felt a little contemptuous of it.

Not being able to live forever is the fault of the Lord of Dawn. He tried to break through the limitations of the world's will and only engaged in some crooked ways. In the end, he fell behind.

Think about the Natural School. The third way they created has successfully bypassed the restrictions of the world's will. It is much smarter than methods such as "Unification of Corpses and Souls", "Bloodline Parasitism", and "Lich Transformation".

I don’t know what Pluto is thinking of, imprisoning a vampire ancestor in order to seek immortality. It feels a bit evil...

Thinking about these things, Ren picked up a photo in the box.

Above is a handsome guy with black hair like a waterfall. He is slender and wearing purple light armor with some patterns of undead and fallen angels carved on it, which is full of Gothic style.

This is a picture of Hades.

Ren looked at it for a while and muttered: "Pluto is quite handsome, almost as good as me."

President Hein: “…”

(￢_￢;)

This kid is not an ordinary narcissist.

It was rare to meet an experienced senior. Next, Renn chatted with President Hein for more than an hour.

The old president is very patient and answers all questions.

After all, he is a young man who has become a king-level powerhouse in his early twenties. He has a bright future and may reach the heights of the Three Supreme Kings in the future. The old man naturally appreciates and values ​​​​him very much.

This world doesn't pay much attention to seniority, whoever is stronger will get the upper hand.

Maybe the next president of the Witcher Association will be this Earl of Connoll.

Before leaving, Ren suddenly remembered something and said:

"Does the old president trust me? Maybe I have a way to heal your injury."

"Cough cough..."

President Hein coughed a few times and asked curiously, "What can you do?"

The injuries caused by the Demon King were very serious and difficult to heal. They were still on the soul body, so it was difficult to heal them. Even Elder Tian had no good solution.

However, after more than a hundred years, I have gotten a lot better by taking my time.

"On this gun!"

Ren smiled faintly and stretched out his right hand. A wave of blue light surged and turned into a transparent light wing.

Swish! !

The next moment, the famous gun Star Wings revived. The gun soul flew out of his arm, bathed in the starlight, transformed into the form of a phoenix bird and soared in the air, its wings releasing a brilliant brilliance.

Ren said: "Conversion, special attack on the soul."

The blue phoenix bird cries, and the starlight all over its body dims. The violent energy fluctuations shrink sharply until they disappear. Then, the soul power fluctuations are suddenly released, and the star power is transformed into blue light flames and burns.

This kind of flame alternates between cold and hot, with an evil aura that is overwhelming and mixed with rich vitality.

President Hein’s cloudy eyes flashed with a ray of light, and he looked a little surprised and said:

"It has dual characteristics of soul and matter. Starlight energy destroys all things. Star evil energy annihilates the soul. It also has the characteristics of rebirth from the fire... No wonder it is called the most powerful gun."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sat cross-legged on the ground and released part of his suppression.

boom!

The dark force imprinted on his soul lost its restraint and turned into a billowing black tide that overflowed three inches outside his body. In an instant, dark thunder flashed and shook the void!

Ren's expression remained unchanged and he said, "Go ahead."

The blue phoenix bird let out an excited cry and pounced on President Hein. The blue light flames containing the death energy of the Star Evil and the characteristics of rebirth from the ashes instantly ignited the rolling black tide. The flames were dazzling and soon formed a violent rage. The torch!

The Xingsha flames directly affected the soul. The old president had a painful expression and endured without making a sound.

The dark force and the Star Evil Flame, which contained the Law of Destruction, began to clash fiercely in his soul body, annihilating each other and causing cracks.

"Uh……"

Even the old demon hunter, who had gone through countless bloody battles and life-and-death tests, couldn't stand it anymore and let out a few muffled groans.

After a moment of stalemate, the blue spark finally gained the upper hand and ignited the black tide. It gradually grew in size and circled around President Hein like a phoenix. The special fire of life produced by the rebirth characteristic caused his withered soul. Heals slowly.

After half an hour, the blue flame disappeared.

The phoenix-shaped star soul shrank into a ball and flew into Ren's arm.

President Hein slowly stood up.

His face was pale, his eyes were dim, and he seemed to be mentally exhausted, but he no longer coughed, and most of the dark force aura on his body had dissipated.

Renn asked: "Old President, how is the effect?"

That time, during the blood sacrifice incident in the Hundred Flowers Secret Realm, he was injured by the famous gun "Primal Darkness". He also used the wings of stars to annihilate the power of the original darkness, and the effect was good.

As a result, he also invented a practice method of rebirth from the ashes.

That time he was able to successfully heal the injury, and the power of the scabbard Avalon and the star wings were indispensable.

The scabbard heals the physical body, but has less effect on the soul body, but the star wings can heal the soul body. The combination of the two doubles the effect, so he can eliminate the damage caused by "Primal Darkness" and the Barbarian King's Corpse.

The old president exhaled a breath, relaxed his expression, and said with a smile:

"This method is a bit harsh, consumes a lot of soul power, and is a bit like scraping bones to cure poison.

The effect is good. Originally, it would take me several years to recover, but now I think it will only take two or three months. I owe you a favor this time. "

'That's because you don't have Avalon, otherwise you will be resurrected with full health...'

Ren muttered in his mind.

I have to say that Sister Cheap's scabbard is really easy to use. If it weren't for its health recovery, I would have peeled off my skin many times.

Things are settled.

He said hello to the old president, turned around and left.

After hurriedly leaving the Dark Moon Tower, Ren hesitated for a moment and did not choose to go home. Instead, he walked towards the Duke of Blois's Palace.

There are some things you need to ask your mother-in-law.

On the way, he sent a message to his cheap sister.

Renn: [Sister, if you have time, help me collect information about Pluto of the North Sea and Barbaro, the ancestor of the blood race. ]

The cheap sister came back one day earlier than him, and he greeted her after she came back.

Artoria: [Okay. ]

Renn: [What is your strength now? ]

Artoria: [...Not to mention this, you are still a good brother. ]

Renn: "..."

(￣ ▽ ￣)

Hehe, I understand, definitely not as good as him.

Thinking of this, Renn puffed up his chest proudly and walked even more awkwardly. ………

Faroland, Southern Plains.

Although it was noon, the sky was bright with stars, and the church on the outskirts of the city stood on the grass, casting long shadows.

Outside the church, in the basement of a small building, Artoria was sitting on her knees.

The holy sword floated in the air and bloomed with a bright golden light. The void trembled with powerful energy waves, triggering the formation in the secret room. On the ground and walls, pale golden holy seals appeared one after another, and the runes were linked into an array, blocking this wave. .

She stretched out her white and tender little hand and placed it on the hilt of the sword. The holy power and soul power in her body intertwined into a platinum spiral stream of light and continuously poured into the holy sword.

Bathed in the holy light, her exquisite face looked even more holy, and her emerald green eyes were crystal clear without any impurities.

Her strength began to decline, slipping from the level of a king to the level of a mid-level saint.

At the same time, the power of the Holy Sword began to surge.

The sword blade shines brightly, and the shadow of the Lion King emerges. Her blond hair is flying, her soul is almost condensed into substance, and has the texture of flesh and blood. The silver armor on her body is flowing with cold light like the real thing, and her divine power is as powerful as hell!

After a while, Artoria breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and said:

"Is this okay? Otherwise, after a few days of seclusion, he suddenly becomes a king, and there is no way to explain it to Captain Gonzalez and Archbishop Timo."

The Lion King's boots stepped on the blade of the holy sword, and the white cloak behind him swayed, with a look of helplessness on his face, and said:

"Fortunately, the nature of our souls is almost exactly the same. As the main weapon, the holy sword is also an extension of your body, so you can transfer power in this way."

"That's it for the time being. Just hide it for a few months. Once you accept the saint's inheritance, you can make a natural breakthrough."

Artoria said calmly.

She gained a lot from this trip to the Death World.

Suppressed Aizen, captured Bengyu, and finally destroyed the Invisible Empire, feeding many Daxu and Quincy to Yggdrasil.

Therefore, she successfully broke through to the late fifth level, and she still broke through through two routes.

Domain level 32, Holy Body level 31.

Originally, this achievement was worthy of celebration, but compared with Rennes, it was nothing.

The Lion King didn't know about Ren's situation and asked:

"How's the situation over there?"

They gained so much this time, they must have suppressed the leader of the army, right?

Artoria thought of the message that Ren sent last night and those embarrassing words, curled her lips and said:

"Forget it, I'll be thrown even further away."

"..."

The Lion King looked stunned.

He is already a dual-route king, why not be as good as a soldier master?

Wasn't he just level 30 before playing the dungeon?

"This is really crazy."

The Lion King muttered, and his body collapsed and turned into a ball of golden light waves that merged into the holy sword.

Sonorous!

A series of divine chains invisible to the naked eye emerged and wrapped around the blade. The powerful aura of the holy sword, which was comparable to a divine weapon, slowly became restrained and became simple and unpretentious.

Arturia picked up the sealed holy sword, walked out of the secret room, and followed the stairs to the living room on the first floor.

She came to a mirror, took off her coat, picked up a nun's uniform from the closet and put it on, put on some simple makeup, tied her hair into a bun, and tied a small bow at the end.

Then, she put on the custom-made mithril armor, inserted the holy sword into the silver scabbard, hung it on her waist, and carried a flag with a holy seal and a fleur-de-lis.

"How about it?"

The shadow of the Lion King floated out, looked at her with a strange look in his eyes, and said:

"It's hard to tell whether that guy, the soldier master, did this on purpose."

She always found this kind of saintly dress strange.

It's not that it doesn't look good, but...

"well enough."

Artoria looked in the mirror and thought it was okay.

She wore a dark blue nun's uniform, with a streamlined mithril armor on top, surrounded by several silver chains to outline her plump breasts. Her legs were wrapped in stockings of the same color, and her fair and jade-like thigh skin could be vaguely seen under the nun's uniform. , which is thought-provoking.

It's not actually exposed.

But the more I watch, the more addictive I feel.

Arturia carried the flag and walked out the door.

In the sky, the sea of ​​stars was floating and falling. It was obviously daytime, but the night scene enveloped the entire city.

Farther south, black clouds rolled in, blood and thunder flashed, as if it had become a purgatory on earth.

On the streets of Dillamore County, pedestrians were coming and going, almost all wearing armor and swords. Some people's armors and swords were still stained with blood, and they were full of evil spirits.

Along the way, Artoria found that ordinary citizens were almost invisible, they were all soldiers, mercenaries, killers...

The southern plains are already in raging war.

Although the decisive battle has not yet broken out, small-scale bloody battles are taking place every day.

Because the Blood Sacrifice Plan of the Hundred Flowers Secret Realm fell short, the dark camp seems to have changed its plan. It is no longer testing the war potential of the Kingdom of Faloran, but is preparing to bloodbath the entire country.

Every day, some scattered demon descendants come from all over the continent to join the demon king's tent.

Similarly, many mercenaries, demon hunting teams, and arms dealers come to Dillamore County every day, preparing to make war fortunes, or gain wealth through danger.

"After four or five days of seclusion, the situation worsened again."

Artoria looked at the chaotic scene with a serious look on her face.

Bang! !

Suddenly, a pillar of blood-colored flames fell from the sky and struck the magic barrier on the edge of the city suburbs. In an instant, flames shot into the sky!

Although the attack was blocked by the Holy Power Barrier, a loud rumble still came in, shattering the glass of a nearby row of residential buildings. The fragments scattered and caused some citizens to scream in terror.

The church was affected and several pieces of stained glass were broken.

Due to historical reasons, churches are not popular in Faroland. There is only one small church in Duramo County, and it is still built on the edge of the city.

"Lady Saint, be careful, don't come here!"

Under the church, an old nun was struggling to avoid the glass fragments falling from the top of the bell tower. When she saw Arturia, she shouted a warning.

Bang bang bang! !

At the edge of the city, a tall blood shadow roared, raised his hand and fired more than a dozen blood flame spears, bombarding the holy power barrier continuously, blood burst out, and finally opened a hole!

He let out a loud roar, blood and flames billowing from his body, and wanted to rush in and start a killing spree.

Judging from his aura, he is almost comparable to the Prince of Darkness.

"Humph."

Arturia snorted coldly when she saw this, stepped on her feet, and flew towards the barrier.

"Holy Light Technique!"

She raised a hand, and the holy power surged in the palm of her hand, turning into a beam of light and blasting towards the blood shadow. The dazzling golden holy light dissipated the blood inflammation, causing the strong vampire to let out a scream!

Without pausing, Arturia raised her hand and threw it, and the flag in her hand flew over.

boom! !

All the holy seals on the white flag shined brightly, penetrating through Xueying's body like a spiral of light. The violent spurt of holy power ignited him and turned him into a torch!

"what!!"

The blood shadow screamed, his body covered with golden cracks, exploded in the holy flames, and was burned to ashes!

Artoria raised her hand, and the white flag trembled slightly and flew back to her hand.

"The clone of the blood prince?"

Not the ontology.

The old nun looked surprised and said: "Saint, you..."

It's really surprising that this saint chosen from among the people has such strength.

"You are very good. It is a blessing for the church to have such a saint."

An old man came out of the church.

His hair was half white, and there were some wrinkles on his face. The pale golden priest's robes were mingled with white light, and the rich aura of holy power seemed to squeeze out the air even though it was suppressed.

Powerful, majestic, and undoubtedly king-level.

Church of Light, Archbishop of the Talisman, Timo Prohaska.

(End of this chapter)