Embers of Embers

Chapter 713 The Devil of Savior
A huge and ferocious figure stood in front. Its figure was so tall that it looked like a giant.
It was like an ancient and solemn duel. Anthony did not flinch, and he did not even hesitate to charge towards it. Seeing this scene, everyone stopped and stared blankly.
This was a scene like an oil painting. The Hundred Arms waved again. It remembered Anthony's breath and felt the threat from the restless secret blood. It repeatedly picked up bricks and stones and threw them at Anthony, throwing stones one after another. passed, shattering on the ground, splashing thick smoke and dust.
The stony torrential rain fell, and Anthony did not stop, but accelerated again.
Such an offensive may be a big pressure for other demon hunters, but for Anthony at this moment, it is not a problem at all. The burning secret blood brings him a steady stream of power. The current rapidly changing battle situation, In his eyes, it also began to slow down infinitely.
Slow, too slow.
Anthony could clearly see the rising dust and falling gravel. Their trajectories were clearly visible. Although they were dense, Anthony could easily avoid them at his speed, just like bypassing a crowded crowd.
He knew very well that he didn't have much time left, and he had to make a quick decision right now, and he absolutely couldn't fight with the opponent.
The distance between the two is constantly shrinking, and the hundred-headed monsters let out a sharp sound, and all the heads are screaming loudly. The next moment, the hundred arms grab the bricks and stones together, and throw them together, weaving into a dense The hail of bullets did not give Anthony any room to dodge.
"Are you scared!"
Anthony asked loudly, and then blurry hallucinations bloomed in the eyes of the hundred-headed demon.
Disappeared.
Anthony disappeared from the sight of the hundred-headed demon. The cunning illusion covered Anthony's traces and deceived its sight.
Endless rubble was spread evenly on the ground, and among the bursts of thick smoke, blazing white firelight penetrated the dust.
The hundred-headed demon found Anthony, and a new round of throwing was ready, but then more fire rose from under the dust, and then broke through the dust.
One after another...several firelights were burning, speeding down the street, approaching the demon with hundreds of heads. More than one Anthony rushed out from the thick smoke. Illusions created one falsehood after another in the vision of the demon with hundreds of heads. avatar.
The hundred-headed demon let out an earth-shattering roar, and the sound even stirred up sound waves to disperse the dust lingering in the air. Then it accelerated its offensive, constantly grabbing bricks and stones, and throwing them repeatedly.
One figure after another was hit and broken, but no blood spilled. That was a false illusion.
Due to the constant impact, everyone else felt that the earth was shaking, and then the earth continued to tremble, accelerating the collapse of the buildings. The Templar knights who poured into the city began to avoid it, and the buildings continued to collapse, like the end of the world. Advent.
After throwing the last boulder, the hundred-headed monster smashed the last figure in its eyes, and it dissipated in the air, still not a real entity.
"It's here!"
A low roar sounded from one side, and he turned his head and saw the figure leaping from the nearby dilapidated building.
The howling wind picked up, and then the heavy arm slammed forward. Anthony's move was undoubtedly a death blow. Under these thick arms, any living creature that came close would only be torn into pieces.
The hundred-headed demon used all its strength to intercept Anthony in mid-air, and its extra arms even smashed down the building he jumped from. His flesh and blood body was easily crushed in his hands and turned into a ball of flesh.
The thick palms were spread out, and what was in the palms was a ball of broken flesh and blood that was still slowly squirming. The twisted head of the demon was vaguely visible, and it was making low sounds.
This is not Anthony, it is just a smoke bomb thrown by Anthony, covered with the illusion created by Anthony.
Where is he?Where is he?
Hundreds of heads rotated, and the dense heads looked in different directions, taking everything into sight.
When was it lost Anthony... in that thick smoke?But looking in all directions, there was no sign of Anthony.
There was a roaring wind, and Baishou suddenly raised his head and saw the figure falling like thunder.
"Where are you looking!"
Anthony mocked, and the sharp sword cut his head. He landed on the head of the hundred-headed demon, and then slashed violently, cutting off large pieces of heads amid the fireworks.
These broken heads did not lose their vitality immediately, but continued to struggle, burning with billowing fire, falling from the huge body and rolling to the ground.
Anthony stood on it, and the waving hundreds of arms seemed to him so slow, so slow that he even had time to carefully observe the hundred-headed demon under him.
One after another, burning and rotten heads were piled on top of the huge sarcoma. Some of the faces were unrecognizable, and some of the faces were very familiar to Anthony. They were people who had fought alongside him.
The bones on the withered arm are bulging, and the withered skin is like a layer of hard cloth, tightly attached to it. Under the light of the fire, it glows with a slight green color, and there are snake scales on the edges. Hard.
The hundred arms were swung down, and Anthony drew his sword.
The cold metal streaked through the air, tearing the air apart roughly and emitting a high-pitched sound. Instead of cutting the arms, it weaved a cage of sharp blades around itself, waiting for the arms to collide. Come up.
Like the roaring waves hitting the rocks, they were scattered and shattered, their bones broken, and their blood spilled everywhere.
Anthony laughed, let out a thunderous roar, drew his sword, and kept drawing out his sword, cutting down everything that tried to break through the blockade of his sword, even dust.
Blood covered his body, and the hundred-headed demon could not bear the severe pain. With another howl, blazing fireworks rose up, completely burning the huge body. The sky-high fire burned Anthony, and before Anthony could do anything, What decision was made? More arms came towards him, one after another. Gradually, Anthony's sword began to fail to keep up.
Blood blurred his vision. After drawing the sword countless times, at an inadvertent moment, a twisted and deformed arm hit Anthony hard, smashing him out and falling into the ruins, splashing Bursts of smoke.
Falling among the rocks, Anthony tried to get up, but fell down weakly, vomiting a large amount of blood.
Anthony felt that he had never felt worse. This slap almost shattered all the bones in his body, but the secret blood would not let him die so easily, and healed at an accelerated rate. There are endless reincarnations in him.
Blood and sweat soaked every inch of his body. He took a breath and struggled to get up. Under the injury and pressure, it was difficult for him to maintain the illusion. The smooth and sacred posture disappeared, exposing Anthony's ferocious and hateful face.
He was in bad shape, but the cracked sword in his hand also chopped the hundred-headed demon in front of him into pieces.
The hundred-headed demon fell staggeringly. Its fragile hind limbs could not support the bloated body, and the arms that assisted it in standing and moving were all broken by Anthony's slashes.
The blood was also soaked in this huge demon. There were densely packed broken arms inserted into its body. The fractures were neat and the blood vessels and bones could be seen. At the same time, a large amount of blood could not stop overflowing. Soon, under its body, The savings turned into a pool of scarlet water.
"Your Majesty!"
Some Templar knights shouted, wanting to assist Anthony, but were stopped by Swino. They looked at Swino, who looked straight ahead, his voice heavy and calm.
"Your Majesty is opening the way for us."
Swino comforted them, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Please remember this moment."
Among the ruins and smoke, Anthony slowly walked towards the hundred demons. He raised the sword in his hand and gently brushed the mottled surface. Then with a crisp sound, it completely shattered, leaving only The hilt of the sword was held in Anthony's hand.
Anthony raised his head, and there was something floating in the night sky. It was the debris that rose up after the corpse was burned. It burned briefly, exuding the last dark red, and then turned into gray snow, falling to the ground. .
After stepping on the snow, Anthony no longer had a weapon in his hand, or in other words, he himself was the most deadly weapon.
"Has it become like this?"
He raised his hand, and the skin had been swollen by the proliferated muscles, revealing a dazzling bright red color. His fingers became more and more slender, and then a thick bone spur popped out of his wrist, like a bone sword growing from under the flesh. Continuously extending, the pale surface was stained with a little bloodshot.
"Your Majesty, I seem to... somewhat understand what Michael was thinking at that time."
Anthony murmured to himself. On that night many years ago, he witnessed Michael's death. The confusion in his heart at that time was all answered on this night many years ago.
"Actually, Your Majesty, I have always felt that my use of Power Raphael is much better than yours."
Anthony paused as he spoke, looking slightly sad.
"It's a pity you can't see it anymore."
The eyes of the sky filled with fireworks again, and the damn demon hunter suddenly stopped in the sight of the hundred-headed demon. Then it saw that the mortal body expanded infinitely, and one huge and ferocious white bone broke open one after another. His body was inserted into the ground like a cage of ribs, and then dense flesh and blood proliferated along the bones, and blood seeped into it. Bursts of fireworks burned, and while the fire boiled, some kind of indescribable monster was born.
The majestic monster broke through the mortal body and stood in the world. The hundred demons could not see its appearance clearly. They could only see the endless darkness and the abominable silhouette cut out by the darkness.
"God..."
Swino in the distance couldn't help but marvel. The Templar knights beside him also froze on the spot, and some of them knelt down to the figure.
In the light of the fire, they saw the holy figure. Like the hundred demons, they could not see the specific posture, but they could still feel the god-like aura from it.
One body and two sides, for Anthony, this is indeed the most perfect deception.
The hundred-headed demon felt the so-called fear for the first time. It tried to avoid it, but its arms had not yet healed, and it was difficult for it to move its body. Then the dark and hateful figure pounced on it, biting its body to its heart's content.
Large pieces of flesh and blood were thrown out, spreading all over the ground and covering the walls. The bones were constantly broken. Some arms tried to resist, but were pulled out. The end bones were forcefully pulled out from the sarcoma. , was thrown to the back violently, and the severed limbs were smashed on the ground, and the blood splashed stained the armor of the Templar knights red.
They couldn't see the battlefield, but they could hear the horrifying screams, as if some kind of torture that even demons would be afraid of was being performed. The gods punished it, cutting off all its limbs and crushing them. All the bones, the bloated body was cut into pieces, and every drop of blood was drained.
The painful wails continued, like rising music, echoing under the night sky and refusing to dissipate for a long time.
"What on earth...happened."
Gradually, the god-like posture disappeared. The Templar knights tried to pursue the holy figure, but Swino remained silent. He knew exactly what happened.
"what happened?"
At this time, another voice sounded, which sounded familiar. Swino looked behind him and saw the figures of Samuel and Nord gradually appearing from the darkness in the distance.
……
In the end, all that was left was a huge wreckage, dying but not yet dead.
The hundred-headed demon lost all its limbs, even its head was very little. The huge sarcoma was hollowed out, and the bones were intertwined in it, but most of them were cut off abruptly. Anthony sat in the hollowed-out blood hole. in a daze.
It is not dead yet. There is only a thin film between the huge heart and Anthony. Here you can clearly see the flow of blood in it, as well as the warmth surrounding it.
Anthony stared, held on, raised the broken bone sword in his hand, and tried to give it a final blow, but halfway through raising his arm, he fell down weakly. He leaned on his side next to the squirming flesh and blood, revealing the broken bone. body of.
Half of his body disappeared. From his left shoulder to his waist and abdomen, all the flesh and blood and the bones underneath disappeared. The cross-section was uneven, as if he had been forcibly torn away from his body by some force.
"damn it……"
Anthony's voice was weak, and the wriggling flesh crawled up his body bit by bit, nibbling at him.
He couldn't die yet, so he mobilized his last strength, lifted up the broken bone sword, and tried to pierce it through the heart, but when he was about to touch it, he still couldn't stop falling, but this time his arm failed to fall completely, and his other hand assisted. Anthony raised his arms.
"Anthony? The leader of the new religious order?" the man said curiously. He looked at Anthony and then at the huge heart in front of him. His voice was full of approval, "You have done a good job. You are qualified to hold this position." Position."
As he spoke, he pulled Anthony's arm, thrust the bone sword into his heart, and dealt the final blow to the hundred-headed demon.
The diaphragm ruptured, and a large amount of blood gushed out, almost knocking Anthony down. At the end of his life, he reluctantly raised his head and saw a steel mask.
For some reason, Anthony couldn't see his face, but instinctively knew who he was.
Lawrence slowly drew out the nailed sword, and the bright blade shone with light, reflecting on Anthony's eyes, and he asked.
"Anything else to say?"
Anthony paused for a few seconds, his voice weak.
"If...if you could save all of this, free us from the nightmare, and end this dark fate."
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the nailed sword, blood dripping down the tip of the sword, and Anthony roared with his last strength.
"Then there's nothing wrong with letting a demon be the savior! Lawrence!"
Lawrence froze, then his voice took on a smile.
"Is that so? I thought I was the savior a long time ago?"
After speaking, Lawrence swung the nail sword, cut off Anthony's head, and pierced his heart with another sword, completely ending his life here.
Stepping out of the huge corpse and raising his head, Lawrence could see the burning church. After so many years of twists and turns, he finally reached the moment he predicted.
"The savior is coming!"
Lawrence cheered, and in the darkness behind him, pairs of blazing eyes emerged.
He is alone, he is an army.
(End of this chapter)