Embers of Embers

Chapter 698 Hundred Heads and Hundred Arms
"What...are these?"
The witcher took a deep breath. He tried not to let himself be captured by the fear in front of him, but the hand holding the hammer still couldn't help trembling slightly.
The evil voice became clear at this moment. It was not an obscure language or a cunning singing voice, it was just a hoarse and monotonous breathing.
The soul-returning corpses squeezed each other and struggled to walk out of the gap, staggering and spreading black mist. They were originally dead corpses, but at this moment their chests were beating with difficulty, and they would stick together. The trachea is pushed open, allowing the turbid and hot air to soak in again.
They breathed, breathing heavily, like drowning people greedily feasting on the honey-like air.
As fresh air was poured into the old lungs, they seemed to be alive again, and the forbidden blood surged and restless in the body, reaching the critical point.
Under the gray skin, scarlet traces bloomed, and bursts of white fireworks ignited between the wounds on the body. They whimpered until they were completely wrapped in flames, like marching out of a cemetery.
"Father..."
The demon hunter's words were filled with fear. He could clearly feel the erosion on the zombies. The intensity was so high that he was no different from an out-of-control demon hunter.
In other words... they are actually demon hunters.
The bloody and dark history of the Demon Hunter Order was now vaguely revealed in their eyes. Their eyes fell on Anthony one after another, hoping that he could say or do something to stabilize the demon hunter's mind.
Anthony remained silent, deeply shocked himself.
So many demon hunters who have come back from the dead should have been forgotten forever, but now they have dug their own graves and walked into the sunshine again.
The corroding storm rolled up in the sealed hall. They carried the high temperature and almost pulled out and swallowed the souls under people's bodies.
"Keep the gates of heaven."
Anthony slowly raised his nail sword and looked forward, his voice unquestionable.
The demon hunters seemed a little hesitant, but they still held their blades, and then another roar sounded, and Anthony's eyes were filled with blazing whiteness, and the flames almost burst out.
"No matter who the other party is! Guard the gate of heaven."
The sound was squeezed out from between Anthony's teeth. His face was hateful, and the scars on his face seemed to come alive, like a ferocious centipede crawling on his body.
Antony strode forward, the hot flame clinging to the blade. He passed the other witchers and took the lead.
"Hold here!"
I don't know who made the first roar, followed by more roars, like hungry wolves, they couldn't wait to tear their enemies into pieces.
The demon hunter was surrounded by roars. He lowered his head slightly and saw his reflection in the pool of blood.
He is not stupid, and he believes that others are not stupid either. Anthony's nonsense cannot inspire them at all, nor can it persuade them to die.
But what are we going to do if we don’t move forward?Escape?
The demon hunter was in a daze. If he escaped, where could he escape to?
He is a demon hunter and a believer in the Evangelical Church. This is the holy city in his mind, and now the holy city is being burned by fire. Apart from here, where else can he be accepted?
What's more, do you really have the courage to abandon your responsibilities?
From the day he became a demon hunter, he knew very well that he would not die a good death. So, he had the courage to face death, so why would he retreat now?
The witcher clenched the hammer in his hand again, and he suddenly understood that he was not in deep fear, he just needed a little time to think and calm down.
He had the courage to face death, but not the courage to face the torture of escaping.
"Hold here..."
The witcher muttered in a low voice, like a spell, and he swung the hammer and smashed forward.
Everything about the Holy Night overlaps with reality bit by bit, as if time has become confused at this moment, and that miserable night is once again taken out of the shadow of history and staged.
Under great pressure, Anthony fought against the returning corpses. The opponents were demon hunters who had resurrected from the dead, and he was also blessed by the Unspeakable. The secret blood became hotter and hotter, like molten iron. .
If they want to kill such a powerful enemy, the demon hunters must step into the darkness together and transform into hateful monsters.
Anthony was very hesitant. Such behavior would undoubtedly lead to death, and he didn't know whether stepping into the darkness would bring about any change in this desperate battle situation.
The words of the new pope echoed in his ears, and Anthony tried not to think about it, but the images continued to flash before his eyes.
"Your Majesty...have you died in the battle?"
He murmured in a voice that no one else could hear, then drew out his nail sword and fiercely cut off the arm of the soul-returning corpse. The scarlet thread rolled in the air, connecting the body and the severed limb. When it was about to heal, a stream of fire passed by and burned it.
The demon hunter swung his hammer and cooperated with Anthony's offensive, smashing the head of the soul-returning corpse, raising his foot to smash its sternum, and kicking it into the dark gap.
Everything is terrible right now. The only good thing is that the zombies, like the demons, have no minds at all and are just arrogant beasts.
"do you need?"
The witcher swung the hammer again and yelled at Anthony. His words were unclear, but Anthony knew what he was asking.
Do you need to step into the darkness.
Once the secret blood is out of control, the demon hunters will inevitably get a strong increase, but this is also destined to enter the demonization stage. Now these reliable combat forces will be destroyed. Even if they can kill all the soul corpses, who will be there? To kill the out-of-control witchers?
reinforcements?
This idea flashed through Anthony's mind, and then he abandoned it.
Anthony never expected any reinforcements. He only believed in himself and what he held tightly in his hands. This was the war of the Demon Hunting Order, and the only ones he could rely on were the Demon Hunting Order themselves.
"No, there's no need! There's no need to kill them all and drive them back!"
Anthony yelled, he didn't know how many bloodthirsty soul-resurrected corpses were still under this dark gap, and now all their fighting power was lost here, just turning it all into a futile death struggle.
They need to conserve their strength and wait for a turn in the war.
After hearing such instructions, the others also changed their offensive. Instead of slashing wildly, they tried to push back the soul corpses. Others continued to push the remains of the stone pillar and tried to block the gap.
Everything seemed to be under control again, and Anthony actually felt a little happy in his heart.
Yes, this is another Advent night. Anthony has already experienced such a night. He just needs to follow that night.
Drive these soul-returning corpses back to the stagnant temple, block the gate of the kingdom of heaven, turn the stagnant temple into a place of death, and start the final dispute there.
"continue!"
Anthony raised his sword and shouted, oblivious to the oncoming danger.
Blazing waves of air rose, and bits of fire rose in the darkness under the gap. Then the fire light was released to its maximum, like an erupting volcano, erupting and overflowing.
The entire Saint-Naro Cathedral was caught in the earthquake, with gravel and dust flying. The Gate of Heaven also burst out with more cracks in the violent shaking, and light shone under the cracks, followed by raging flames from the cracks. Overflow, vent out of the gap.
The demon hunters guarding the gate of heaven were thrown up and pushed back one after another, and even the soul-resurrection corpses fighting with them were hit hard on the ground, leaving gray traces.
Anthony fell to the ground. Under the violent impact, the world in his eyes was spinning. He struggled to get up and saw the blazing fire behind the door.
It seems that the heaven behind the gate is also caught in the same flames of war, and it seems that a Balrog has come out of hell.
There was a violent crash behind the gate of heaven, and the cracks on it became bigger and bigger. After another heavy hammer, the masonry collapsed, and the reliefs of demons and angels shattered together, revealing endless firelight.
"Been... breached."
Some people watched all this in horror, and in the firelight, a twisted and abominable body was burning with fire. It stretched out its twisted hundreds of arms and smashed the remains of the Gate of Heaven into pieces. The deformed and weird body was completely destroyed. Revealed completely.
Anthony stared at the monster in the firelight. He felt his stomach churn and almost vomited.
It was a weird thing that ordinary people couldn't imagine. The bloated and huge body was like a meat ball. The meat ball was covered with blue blood vessels and swollen abscesses. The twisted legs struggled to hold up the body, and under it On both sides, there are countless, slender and craggy arms.
There were hundreds of arms, and it was difficult for the fragile feet to support the bloated body, so the hundreds of arms spread out, supporting the ground, grabbing the walls, and almost filling the entire space.
The monster's head was a large group of flames, as if a flame was pressed against its neck.
Wait a minute, that's not Lieyang.
Anthony saw it. In the swaying whiteness, he saw vague heads, human heads, countless heads.
Just like a crazy doctor, using corpses to sew and piece together, countless heads were entangled together, and they formed a huge furnace, with blazing firelight overflowing from their mouths, noses and eye sockets, burning while emitting A shuddering cry.
The wails overlapped, echoed and collided.
Everyone was stunned until a stream of fire broke out and hit the Hundred-headed Demon. The stream of fire did not have much impact on the Hundred-headed Demon and could not even shake it.
It waved its hand and emitted countless red threads, which fell on the fallen soul-returning corpses. Like a puppet on strings, it lifted the fallen corpses up again, lifting them high into the air. The hand stretched out and the sharp claws easily cut off the corpse's head. Before it fell, another hand grabbed the head and stuffed it into the burning sun.
The same is true for the corpse's hands. It is like a damaged machine, with useful parts removed. The red silk thread sews the hands into the hands, pressing the useless torso against the swollen body, and then the corpse begins to It seeped into the swollen body bit by bit, as if it had been eaten.
It greedily devoured not only the soul-resurrected corpses, but also the corpses of monsters, demon hunters, and Templar knights.
Cutting, sewing, devouring.
"Stop it!"
The witcher roared and charged forward with the hammer in hand.
The hundred-headed demon has given everyone irresistible pressure, and now it has not completely crawled out from behind the door. This is the last chance for the demon hunters to drive it back to the stasis temple.
The secret blood is rising, rising towards the higher dome.
The witcher felt that now was the moment, the time to give everything he had.
The secret blood broke through the critical point, and power beyond common sense was blessed on his body. The fire on his body became more intense, and he was like a burning meteor.
Hundreds of arms with sharp blades hung down, trying to hinder his progress, but before he could touch the demon hunter, he was overwhelmed by the rising heat. He dodged and advanced, and hit the slender body of the hundred-headed demon with a hammer. On fragile knees.
The bones were broken, and the whole leg was bent strangely, and then the bloated body fell out of control, but before falling completely, the hundred arms supported the ground and rebalanced it.
Immediately after, more arms fell down carrying sharp blades. They came from all directions, cutting off all opportunities for the witcher to escape.
He is dead, and his power is not that of Metanzo, who has outstanding defense, or that of immortal Yanar, he is just a raging fire, a fire that cannot be extinguished.
The sharp blade was like a rain of falling arrows, penetrating the demon hunter's body, breaking through the shackles of flesh and blood, and then nailed into the ground beneath his feet.
Under Anthony's gaze, the witcher slowly let go of the blood-stained hammer. It hit the ground with a crisp sound. Anthony wanted to say something, but found himself dumbfounded, saying nothing. Not exported.
Looking upward slowly, he saw the witcher, and the witcher also saw him, and then a smile appeared on his embarrassed face.
Rise, keep rising, break through all obstacles.
The sharp blade tried to cut the demon hunter into pieces and remove his head and arms, but suddenly they were broken, and then more blades and arms were broken, and a large amount of blood spurted out, mixed with dusty flesh. .
Burning Baiyan looked down and saw another demon showing its claws towards it.
"With such a severe injury, the demon hunter may die...but the demon will not."
His voice became distorted and hoarse, and the overheated secret blood demonized him. The sharp claws pierced the skin, like sharp blades growing and extending from the bones.
Furious, the demon hunter jumped up high and cut off all the arms that were blocking him like weeds.
Leng Che's metal also joined the battle at this moment. The nail sword surrounded it and cut off the other leg of the hundred-headed demon. The bloated body fell sideways and tried to grab the arm on the edge of the gate of heaven, but was also defeated. When hit hard, they all broke.
The body began to lean backward, almost falling into the darkness.
But as if unwilling to die, scarlet threads overflowed from the wound, like swallowing spider threads, wrapping the surrounding area in scarlet color, stabilizing the figure, but then a nail sword penetrated into the blazing sun .
Anthony held the nail sword tightly and faced the hundreds of sharp blades that were speeding towards him, with a ferocious expression.
(End of this chapter)