Embers of Embers

Chapter 690
This is the sin that has been accumulated since those thousand years and even more distant thousand years ago. They are fermenting and squirming in the deep darkness, longing to return in sleep. Now with the eradication of the "road", it can no longer remain calm. Under the heavy shackles of the holy silver, he became restless.
Thick black mist came from the well, and spread to the surroundings of the well in the blink of an eye, covering the ankles of the new pope. At this speed, it would not be long before it could completely engulf the Temple of Stasis and continue to spread. to the ground, and the entire seven hills.
"O enemies..."
The new pope sighed softly, pulled out the nailed sword embedded in the corpse, and brought up the molten metal liquid of blood and holy silver.
Looking ahead, one can see blazing fires burning in the deep dark well. They are reflected in the black mist, like thunder clouds on the ground, in which storms and thunder are accumulated.
Not long after, the lightning was broken open, revealing a pair of equally blazing white eyes. They maintained a dull expression, but the corners of their mouths grinned from ear to ear like monsters, with fangs and claws, and blazing white fireworks burning between the wounds.
The new pope didn't know how many soul-returning corpses he had killed. Anyway, these fallen corpses were covered by the diffuse black mist, as if they had never existed.
But no matter how he slashed, new soul-resurrected corpses continued to crawl out from the deep well, as if this was the Hall of Valor in Viking mythology, where he would fight and slash until the end of eternity.
These soul-returning corpses have been dead for too long. They only rely on the ferocious flesh and blood under the Well of Sublimation to maintain the activity of flesh and blood for thousands of years. Their movements are slow and clumsy, and their defense is not very strong. They can easily Be chopped off.
It's all easy for now, but the new pope knows it's only temporary.
The secret blood that has been dormant for a long time in the corpse is awakening from its long sleep. Just like the crazy unspeakable ones, its power will gradually emerge over time, and they will become stronger and stronger until they return. Subversion, even with the help of the unspeakable, breaking through the taboo threshold.
Swinging the sword, the silvery white wolf is so eye-catching in the black mist, he flies past the reincarnated corpses, you can't see the trajectory of his blade, but every time he passes by, the new Pope Can stir up a lot of blood.
The soul-returning corpses fell down one by one, but stood up one by one.
The new pope turned sideways to avoid the claws of the soul-returning zombies, and counterattacked. The nail sword pierced its eye socket and penetrated its head along with it.
It was lifted up suddenly, smashing the whole head into pieces. The headless corpse staggered a few steps, fell down, and was swallowed up by the black mist that came up.
The new pope gasped and muttered.
"How long can I delay? Yanal."
Everything now was so similar to the night of Holy Advent, and he couldn't help but think of Yanar who also died here.
Relying on the near-immortal regeneration ability, Yanar released his rationality, and with the blessing of secret blood, he fought with the hateful monsters in the Stasis Temple for several months. He killed all the monsters, and Survive tenaciously until the new Pope reopens the Temple of Stasis.
The new pope still remembers that scene. Yanar's withered and decayed flesh and blood spread like branches. They grew wildly and swallowed half of the dome. Countless broken swords were hung on the stone-hard flesh and flesh, as well as those that had long been dead. Killed by him, the weathered and shriveled corpse.
The monster looked at himself and gave himself a big hug.
The new pope has always had an illusion. He always felt that Yanal recognized him at that time. He knew that he was not some bullshit new pope, but a demon hunter who usurped power through power and sword.
So that's when he smiled?
The new pope didn't understand that with the power of hallucination, he had never shown his true face in the eyes of others, so how did Yanal recognize himself?
He thought like this, the rotten broken sword came through the air, and the new pope failed to defend in time and was hit by it. However, the broken sword was too rusty and old. This should be a weapon buried with the soul-returning corpse. It hit the Holy Spirit. There were only a few dents left on Yin's armor, and then it completely shattered.
The new pope didn't look at it, he just followed the feeling and swung his sword, and struck through its heart.
For a moment, he realized that the new pope could accurately detect their positions even without using his eyes.
This is...the call of blood.
He could hear the restlessness under the blood, just like he was chasing the traces of the demon. Perhaps Yanar recognized himself at that time.
These are his people, his brothers.
Cannibalism.
Hot fireworks emerged from the other end, engulfing the new pope in the blink of an eye and driving away the black mist. Then the silver figure crashed through the fireworks and slammed into the stone pillar beside him.
The new pope struggled to his feet, his body steaming.
"Michael?"
The new pope muttered, as time went by, the secret blood in the corpse of the returning soul was reviving, and now it has the power to be embodied.
He looked at these soul-returning corpses fiercely, but they still moved forward steadily, and the new pope sighed helplessly.
The hallucinogenic power has no effect on the soul corpses this time, the consciousness hidden under the heads has long been broken, and they are just walking corpses.
The new pope smiled bitterly. It was the first time that he felt the uselessness of his power. Fortunately, this might also be the last time.
Blazing fireworks ignited between the silver armor. The new pope stretched out his hand and took down the new weapon from the old weapon rack.
The Temple of Stasis is the residence of the Demon Hunting Order. Before the Holy Advent Night broke out, they were training and fighting around sublimation. However, after that night, all of this was abandoned and covered up. Thick dust.
Inserting one sword after another into the sword bag, the new pope held a spear in one hand and an ax in the other.
The black mist was split in half in front of him and passed by him. In the thick darkness, rugged armor was spread all over the body of the soul-returning corpse.
"Here comes the most troublesome guy."
The new pope complained that this armor has always been strong, not to mention the body under it, has already turned into a dead soul, knowing no pain and death.
He lowered his spear, picked up the ax with his other hand, and arched his body.
The calm probably only lasted a few seconds before it was broken by a hoarse roar. The new pope swung his spear, stepped forward, and used all his strength to throw it out in one fell swoop.
The spear spun forward, whipping up a raging wind, and nailed the breastplate of the Soul-Returning Corpse with one blow. The force was so powerful that it directly broke the armor, hit the heart underneath, and then penetrated out. But this was not the end, the spear continued. Pushing it, forcing it into the core of the black mist, it fell back into the deep well again.
Then the new pope jumped up hard, held the long ax in both hands, swung it in a semicircle, and struck it down on the head like thunder.
The armor cracked in an instant, the head was split open, the ax blade penetrated into the chest and spine, and a large amount of blood overflowed and left the body. The blood still did not calm down, like strong acid, making a hoarse sound and constantly stirring.
The new pope grasped the ax handle, kicked it hard, and took out the long ax.
He danced with the long ax and strode like a meteor, as if he was dancing, the black mist was rolled up and dissipated in the air, and then the long ax viciously hit the flesh and metal, destroying everything.
"No need to be too nervous."
The new pope muttered to himself.
He has already experienced the Holy Advent Night once, and he couldn't be more familiar with all this. He can tell some jokes and feel like he is home here. In this familiar temple of stasis, with these familiar hunters. The devil is fighting, so why is there any pressure?
He let out bursts of hearty laughter. Blood and flesh flew everywhere wherever he went, and fireworks came from the black mist. But this time he was already prepared. The long ax easily split the fire flow, and the heavy metal He was swung up and slammed into the soul-returning corpse in front of him, smashing his torso into a ball of foul-smelling rotting flesh.
Another sharp nail sword struck and collided with the ax handle. The force was so powerful that the new pope was rarely shaken.
"are you awake!"
He was not afraid, but asked loudly.
As they fought, he could clearly feel the zombies getting stronger. Perhaps soon, they would be able to return to their full strength. At that time, this would not be something he could resist alone.
But he wanted to try it.
What Yanar can do, why can't he do it?What's more, he is no longer just a demon hunter, he is also a new generation of Pope.
"Although it was usurped."
The new pope laughed secretly in his heart.
The ax handle was broken, and the new pope grabbed the incoming nail sword with one hand and controlled it tightly, even if blood oozed from his fingertips.
"continue!"
He shouted, grabbing the back of the ax with his other hand, and like swinging a stone, he used the heavy metal to slam the head of the soul-returning corpse until it was smashed, and the hand holding the sword was no longer weak.
But at this moment, more nail swords were swung, and they slashed intensively on the silver-white armor, making a clattering sound. Even the strongest armor would be damaged. One sword mark after another stayed on the armor, including bright red ones. Oozing.
The new pope was attacked from both sides and was in a state of disarray. His helmet and crown were also scattered, and his gray hair fell down and was stained with blood.
Like a lone wolf at the end of his rope, his muscles and bones have aged and his fangs are no longer sharp, but he still feels young and can still burst out with overwhelming anger from his heart.
The piercing lightning suddenly appeared behind him, and the two swords drew an arc, like pure white butterfly wings unfolding from behind, a butterfly passing lightly in the sea of ​​flowers.
Roaring and slashing, the new pope's moves were clumsy and vicious, just like the last struggle of a dying person, but there was no need to care about these at this time.
This is an almost beast-like battle, abandoning all skills and fancy, everything is for the purpose of killing the enemy efficiently and completely eradicating all life.
A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood.
The zombies surrounding the new pope were like being attacked by a storm of intertwined swords. Countless fine and deep wounds bloomed from their flesh, and the bones were deeply visible, and some were directly broken or shattered.
Countless broken flesh and blood splashed high, and the new Pope rushed all the way. For a moment, he really controlled the spread of the black mist by himself and pushed it back into the deep well.
But more taboo power erupted, and the distorted soul-returning corpses arrived with bloodthirsty, and this time their faces bore the familiar face of the new pope.
The faces he had buried.
After that Holy Night, most of the corpses of demons and demon hunters were thrown back into the Well of Ascension, and now they are back, bringing with them overwhelming hatred.
For a moment, the new pope's thoughts were hesitant. It was a figure who had fought with him, but soon the sharp pain of claws tearing apart flesh and blood made him wake up. He gritted his teeth and swung his sword to chop off their heads. .
[How long can you hold on? 】
Such a voice lingered in my mind, mocking.
This place is like the Colosseum of the old times. The new pope faces the sins of this world alone, while those aloof saints are sitting in the audience, watching the brutal fighting and enjoying the sacrifice of blood and flesh. .
"At least longer than you think."
The new pope responded. He tore open the scarred arm armor. It could protect him before, but now that it was twisted and deformed, it restricted the new pope's sword swing.
With the protection of the holy silver removed, the new pope could feel the release of his own power, the erosion was constantly spreading, and his heavy body became lighter for a while.
What an ironic scene this is. The new pope uses darkness to fight against darkness. No matter how noble and sacred his purpose is, his final outcome is still darkness.
This is a fate that was doomed from the beginning, a dark fate, a fate that cannot be changed.
[All the efforts you have made now are in vain and vain. 】
The voice continued to mock the new pope, trying to shake his will.
In fact, to that voice, the new pope was the same as everyone else, and there was nothing special about it that didn't deserve its lingering.
But like God's malice toward man, it briefly fixed its gaze on him, anticipating his fall and death.
The new pope panted, looking exhausted.
He held the sword hard to prevent his figure from falling down like this. At this moment, there were countless sword wounds on his body, and some broken swords were still on his body.
Like a wild beast being chased by a hunter, he was scarred and riddled with arrow feathers.
His voice was a little weak, but extremely tenacious. He pulled open the locks and ties between the armor, and took off the almost broken armor.
"It's different..."
the new pope muttered.
"At least I did!"
His voice was loud again, like a landslide and thunder.
Sharp fangs and claws broke through the black mist and tore off most of his body, but he still did not stop. He raised the flaming nail sword high and swung it towards the depths of the black mist.
In a trance, a desolate hymn seemed to sound. It has continued since the beginning of time and continues to this day. And in the endless black mist, a dazzling sky light rose, which illuminated everything, just like the fierce fire rising from the abyss. Positive.
(End of this chapter)