Embers of Embers

Chapter 697 Gap [Natsume and Madara’s Alliance Leader]
The once prosperous and sacred Saint-Naro Cathedral was now completely devoured by fire. Everything within sight was covered with a scarlet color, as if blood was soaking through it.
The fire light slightly distorted the surrounding things, and became arrogant and clawed. It seemed that the dead creatures came to life at this moment, ferocious and terrifying, whispering taboo curses.
"Probably...the real hell is nothing more than this."
The witcher dragged his injured foot forward with difficulty.
Hot smoke was floating in the air, and it became difficult to breathe. Every time he swallowed, it felt like a hot sharp knife was cutting through his throat. He coughed several times, and blood spilled from his mouth and nose.
The gray walls were burned black, and the metal products began to burn red and melt. The candles scattered on the stairs had already turned into hot wax, mixed with blood.
As a demon hunter of the new religious order, he had only heard about the legendary Night of Holy Advent and did not know its full story. However, he guessed that what he was experiencing now might be nothing like the Night of Holy Advent. the difference.
Another Advent night.
Thinking about it, he was actually a little excited. It was like the holy war recorded in ancient books. Now he was on this battlefield, fighting the devil.
This was a great honor, and he greedily enjoyed this fear and glory, refusing to share it with anyone.
Maybe this is the power of faith, or... blind, stupid madness.
This kind of madness makes the demon hunter not afraid of the heavy fireworks and hatred. Instead, it makes him high-spirited to fight. He clenches the warhammer in his hand, looking forward to smashing the hideous heads one after another.
The secret blood is constantly rising. Without the restraint of the silver bolt, it is very simple for him to reach the critical point, as long as he makes up his mind.
The body's self-healing began to accelerate, and the staggering right foot gradually stabilized, and finally moved forward smoothly as if it had never been injured.
Fireworks swarmed over his body, almost condensing into substance, like some kind of glowing crystal, wrapping around the witcher's body and squirming.
The majestic power blessed his body, making him more powerful, and his expression became as ferocious as a wild beast.
A harsh whistle sounded, and the wall on one side was knocked open. The blurry black shadow crashed directly into the demon hunter. With the rolling fireworks, the incoming demon could be barely seen clearly, but it didn't wait until it got close to the demon hunter. , only heard a roaring sound, it was pushed away heavily.
Power Michael.
Extreme fireworks erupted from the demon hunter's body, rolling up a blazing tornado in the narrow and airtight space. The angry flames pushed the demon, pushing it away while burning its body.
The front part of the body facing the witcher was burned clean in an instant, and the skin dispersed like broken dust, revealing scarlet flesh and blood. The flesh and blood did not last long. They were burnt black and shattered, and then It's blood vessels and bones.
The blood evaporated before it could be scattered, and the bones began to collapse. The demon fell from the fire. It struggled to get up, but half of its body was destroyed by the high temperature in the instant contact.
The broken bones and burnt internal organs were clearly visible, and the head was also a mess of blood and flesh. There was only one single eye among the sticky blood. He struggled to open his eyes and peered at the demon hunter.
His vision was plunged into darkness, and the sound of heavy knocking came from beside his ears.
The demon hunter jumped up, stepped heavily on the demon's body, swung the hammer, and cracked some cracks in its head.
one more time.
The heavy hammer fell and blood splattered everywhere. He kept hitting the head like he was trying to pry open a can, listening to the sound of the bones breaking, and watching the head collapse bit by bit, shattering into a blur of blood on the ground.
The demon waved its claws and tried to resist, but was suppressed by the flames overflowing from the demon hunter's body and pinned to the ground. Each burning only lasted a few seconds, but in this short period of time, the fireworks were enough It left a huge trauma.
At first it could resist a few times, but gradually it lost its power, as if it was dead, let the witcher's heavy hammer and fire roast it, until it was silent.
"How many demons are there left?"
The demon hunters muttered to themselves. Since the beginning of the battle, they have killed countless demons, but they are like endless. Whenever you think you have solved it all, they will always crawl out from the shadows again. .
The sharp claws like swords broke through the fireworks and stabbed out from the thick smoke.
The demon hunter turned sideways to avoid part of the attack, but several sharp claws still hit him hard, leaving a large amount of blood.
The fireworks spread, lifting the thick smoke, and his vision became clear. He grabbed the blood-stained sword from the ground and strode forward.
The long sword blocked the demon's claw attack. The demon hunter did not retreat but moved forward. He hit the demon on the side of the head with a heavy hammer. Blood and broken flesh spattered. Even the monster was hit by this. Hit it down, and you'll be dizzy from the impact.
The demon hunter took this opportunity and swung his long sword, piercing the demon's heart. Then the extreme high temperature exploded, burning the demon's chest into ashes all over the sky.
The entire chest collapsed under the high temperature, leaving only the broken and dying flesh and blood connecting the arms and hips, barely making out a rough human shape.
The demon hunter turned around suddenly and swung the hammer with all his strength. At the same time, the howling wind came and something was approaching him at high speed.
The experience of fighting monsters allowed him to make a sophisticated prediction at this time. He only heard a muffled sound, and the hammer in his hand accurately met the attacking monster. When the two met, fine cracks could be heard. With the sound, the entire struck bones began to break, and the hammer continued to penetrate deeper, until an obvious bulge was created from the demon's back.
pop open.
Swinging the hammer, the demon slammed into the burnt black wall. After a ringing sound, the crumbling wall collapsed, completely burying the severely wounded demon.
The witcher stepped on the gravel and held the hammer. Blood flowed down his arm, condensed on the hammer head, and then dripped.
Such a forceful swing strained his arm, and the skin opened slightly, revealing the flesh and blood underneath, but this injury was not a problem for him. With the blessing of the secret blood, all this could be healed quickly. , not to mention that his secret blood is getting hotter and hotter.
This red and hot blood.
More noises came from the red smoke. At this time, the demon hunter woke up from the killing rage. He moved quickly, picking up weapons that could still be used along the way, and used his tattered clothes to destroy them. Tied up and carried on one's back.
Father Anthony and other demon hunters are still guarding the Gate of Heaven. Judging from the current intensity of erosion, the Temple of Stasis may have turned into a real hell. They must guard the Gate of Heaven no matter what.
Stepping over the stairs, the witcher gradually saw the figure in the distance clearly through the thick smoke.
"Father!"
He shouted loudly, and then he was choked by the thick smoke and coughed hard.
Among the chaotic figures, Anthony chopped down a demon, turned to look in the direction of the sound, saw the figure of the demon hunter among the ruins, and nodded to him.
The demon hunter returned to his post. The Gate of Heaven was currently in chaos. There were rubble and corpses everywhere, and fireworks were everywhere. The entire building was crumbling in the fierce battle, as if it would completely collapse in the next second.
"How's it going?"
The demon hunter asked the other demon hunter. The other demon hunter pulled the nail sword out of the demon's corpse, looked at him, and then said.
"It's terrible, see for yourself!"
He pointed forward as he spoke, and the witcher looked along his finger, and the Gate of Heaven came into view.
The once smooth and sacred door was now in dilapidated condition, covered with cracks and gaps. The gap was large enough for an adult of normal size to pass through, but under this gap was endless darkness, and there were bursts of turbid black. Fog spilled out of it.
"The gate of heaven has not been lost, but it cannot completely isolate everything like before."
The other witcher's tone was low, and his body was covered in blood. He didn't know how many fierce battles he had experienced during the time the witcher left.
"Block the door!"
Anthony wielded his sword and commanded the survivors.
Most of the demon hunters survived the fierce battle, and the powerful secret blood became their best protection, but it was different for the Templar Knights who followed them. After all, it was difficult for mortal bodies to survive in hell. They were almost completely annihilated, and only a few survived, and under Antony's orders, they evacuated the Cathedral of Saint-Naro.
This is no longer a battle that mortals can get involved in. They will only die if they stay here.
The sound of crushing gravel sounded, and the demon hunters struggled to push the fallen stone pillar, trying to block the stone pillar in front of the gate of heaven and block the collapsed gap.
"There shouldn't be any demons appearing, right?" The demon hunter held the hammer and asked Anthony, "We have killed all the living creatures nearby!"
Anthony was silent for a few seconds, then said.
"Don't take it lightly, child. All the living creatures here have been killed, but what about the ones there?"
He raised the mottled nailed sword and pointed at the dark gap at the gate of heaven.
The darkness captured everyone's gaze, making it difficult for them to look away.
The demon hunter was stunned. His boiling blood also stagnated at this moment and fell into slow cooling. The darkness was slowly crawling like countless worms, and then bursts of black mist spread out. They were very heavy. , clinging to the ground, like some kind of liquid.
Then they heard it.
This voice did not come from the ears, but more like it sounded directly in the mind. It seemed that there were hundreds of human demons whispering evil curses and prophecies, with a slippery and sticky nauseating feeling.
Hallucination?still……
The demon hunter's eyes were dull, and then a pale arm appeared in his dull eyes. It stretched out from the darkness and grasped the edge of the gap. A blood-like liquid flowed from the pale hand, but strangely, Its color is not bright red, but a putrid gray-black color, like the water on a corpse.
Facing this strange existence coming from the black mist, even Anthony was stunned for a moment. He didn't know the situation in the stasis temple, but he knew that the new pope was guarding there.
"Your Majesty..."
He opened his mouth and struggled to say the word, but before the sound could be heard completely, a dazzling firelight passed by and hit the gap.
"demon!"
The demon hunter roared, and the flames exploded, directly dispersing the black fog and lighting up the darkness of the gap.
No one expected that he would move so fast. While others were still hesitating, the hammer in his hand had already hit the opponent's body hard, with fireworks rolling on his body, thus illuminating the visitor.
"What the hell are you...?"
The demon hunter looked at the pale and unfamiliar face, and his words were slightly confused.
The zombie gave him a twisted and hateful smile, and the next moment, the same violent flames rose, pushing the demon hunter away and throwing him up.
Fireworks raged, lighting up everything.
At this time, Anthony also saw clearly the posture of the soul-resurrected corpse. The body was in a state of disrepair, with many scars on it. Some were very old, and some looked like they had just been slashed. The most vicious one was along the neck. The scar from its head left a huge wound on its chest, but what flowed out of the wound was not blood, but gray-black liquid and slowly spreading black mist.
"Your Majesty, did you do this?"
Anthony regained his composure, looked at the scars on the chest of the ghost corpse, and whispered.
There are no such weird things in the Stasis Temple, so there seems to be only one place where they come from...the Well of Sublimation.
Anthony didn't know the full story of the incident, but he also vaguely guessed the complexity of it all. He was a little sad for a moment. The situation was so critical at the moment, and the groups of demon hunters felt it was difficult. So what about the new pope who was alone?
He didn't dare to continue thinking, but ordered loudly.
"Keep the gates of heaven! Kill everything that tries to leave!"
The order was issued, and the demon hunters followed suit, attacking the returned soul corpse.
Fireworks flew everywhere and swords roared. After bursts of fire, the demon hunter swung his hammer and found an opportunity to slam the hammer on the head of the soul-returning corpse, smashing the head into countless pieces. Fury burns the corpse dry.
The soul-resurrected corpse staggered back and fell into the darkness under the gaze of the demon hunters. They breathed a sigh of relief. Such a strange existence was nothing.
They are like strengthened monsters, carrying their own power, but judging from the current level of the fight, it is not a cause for concern.
Unlike others, Antony did not relax. He believed in the new pope and understood his hesitations and warnings.
Others continued to push the stone pillars, trying to block the gap of the Gate of Heaven with the heavy boulders, but unknowingly, the thick black mist had spread and spread evenly on the ground, although it was very thin. But it does cover a large area.
Then Anthony saw, in the darkness, more pale palms stretched out. They grabbed the gap in the door and crawled out of the dark abyss.
One, two...three, four...
Countless soul-returning corpses were squeezing each other, struggling to break through the gap, scrambling to crawl out of the darkness and into this mortal world.
(End of this chapter)