Chapter 699 Hell

The clanging sounds kept coming. Antony faced the arrow-like sharp blades and moved quickly, avoiding most of the attacks in a thrilling manner, but there were still some sharp blades scratching him, cutting off his arms and torso, leaving behind. Bleeding wounds.

This is not the end. Hundreds of arms are waving, as if hundreds of people are swinging their swords at Anthony. The sharp blades come from different angles. They cooperate closely and do not interfere with each other. They are not trying to block all Anthony's course of action. .

  Unable to hide, Anthony set up his nail sword and held it upright in front of his chest, trying to block his neck and heart, in an vain attempt to force through this round of strangulation.

  He knew very well that he could not fall yet. Anthony still needs to continue to command the battlefield and guard the gates of heaven. He still cannot abandon everything and turn into an abominable monster.

  The cold whistling wind hit, Anthony suddenly became less nervous, but sighed inwardly.

  It would be good if his power was Medanzo, the dense iron armor would block most of his attacks, and he would use this as a barrier to move on.

It's a pity that his power is Raphael. The blurred illusion does not have much effect on the monsters. These weirds maintain the most primitive desire to kill, so the crazy illusion is just another luxury in their eyes. The feast of killing is nothing more.

  Yes, nothing more.

The sharp blades were gathered together, tearing Anthony's figure into countless fragments, blood and meat splashing, but they soon stagnated in the air, and then collapsed one by one like burnt ashes, and disappeared from the field of vision. Among.

It seems that it did not cut Anthony, only a vague phantom was torn, and then a more intense tingling came from the other side, and the nail sword easily cut through the bloated torso and the epidermis covered with abscesses. Down, a lot of gray liquid poured out.

  Anthony’s gaze is like a torch, dodges and rushes, hallucinations can’t affect a hundred monsters too much, but as long as he can hide his figure slightly.

It uttered a roar, and among the heads of the hundred heads, the fireworks rose more and more violently. The broken arm was pulled by the red thread, and then the skin began to wriggle strangely, as if something was gestating in its body. Kind of monster.

  In the next moment, countless, pale palms burst out.

The palm of the newborn was waving violently, and in a trance, the hundred monsters were more like a group of seaweed that was constantly wriggling. The seaweed composed of countless arms, they grabbed everything around, pressed the ground, and lifted it up. Bloated figure.

What is even more weird is that the palms split open, revealing scarlet eyes, the eyes turned quickly, peeking around, and the five fingers became sharp and slender, becoming like other sharp blades, chasing Anthony, trying to He tore it apart.

Anthony felt a headache and withdrew back. More and more palms spread over the torso of a hundred monsters. It was like a huge porcupine, covered with sharp blades, making it difficult to approach. More importantly, it was still The realization of power.

  As he was thinking about how to deal with it, complicated gunfire sounded, followed by shouts.

   "Hide!"

The instincts of the body drove Anthony and other witch hunters. They dodged to the sides, hiding in huge stone pillars, and then burst into the flames behind the countless projectiles themselves, frantically Pouring.

Templar knights stepped into the battlefield. They could not fight with demons at close range like the demon hunters, or even confront the demons directly, but they still had a certain degree of combat power. Relying on countless templar knights, control everything abruptly.

   Pulling the trigger, the bullets formed a torrent of steel. Metal, masonry, and the impact of flesh and blood mixed together, repeatedly hitting people's eardrums, until finally there was only a monotonous noise left beside the ears.

   Fire, change bombs, and fire.

As if they were about to empty all their ammunition, the shells fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and then they were covered by the noise of gunshots. Everything in their sight was hit by metal, even the hidden stone pillars. It is also difficult to escape, densely packed with holes all over it, almost to pierce it.

  "This is not enough! It will melt all of this!"

  There were demon hunters roaring, and they all saw the flames raised by these hundred monsters. The surprise attack of the Templar knights could not last long. When the hundred monsters adapt, it will be the beginning of its counterattack.

   "Interfere with it!"

  Someone shouted, and soon another voice sounded, and the demon hunter fell to the ground, his face tense, his eyes burning with flames.

   "I'm trying!"

  He responded, releasing his power and trying to plant more hallucinations in front of the eyes of a hundred demons.

Anthony in the corner shook his head. He knew very well that hallucinations can only protect themselves, but they cannot affect a hundred monsters. No matter what hallucinations they face, there is only one thing it needs to do.

  Destroy, destroy everything in front of you.

  This can't stop it from releasing anger, it's just a futile act.

   Then rush out, using the Templar knights to suppress a hundred demons at this moment, and slam them? This doesn't seem to be very good either. This will inevitably expose the demon hunters participating in the war to the bullet rain. Without stepping into the darkness and breaking through the threshold, the demon hunters cannot avoid the bullet rain.

   "Where is Medanzo? Is there anyone alive?"

  Antoni asked loudly, perhaps Medanzo’s armor could withstand this dense attack and strike a hundred monsters, driving it back into the stagnant temple.

Looking at the smoke and dust at the other end, several demon hunters raised their nails. Their power is Medanzo. As if they knew what Anthony meant, dense iron armor covered them almost completely. Wrapped into the iron coffin.

   "No... this can't stop it, at least until it breaks through the threshold, it can't stop it."

  Evil sounds echoed in people's ears, and then the voice continued to talk.

  "Father, their lives should be used in more critical places."

   Anthony looked for the voice, only to see a hideous and terrifying existence in the shadow not far away, slowly crawling out of the darkness.

"you……"

  Anthony's eyes froze, and it was difficult to remove it.

   "You are right. This is a road of no return. Rather than being dominated by erosion, it is better to use the residual heat before then."

  "The Demon Hunter" held the hammer, his posture was ferocious, and the fine fireworks overflowed from the gaps in his body, and his hair was spread out, hiding his abominable appearance, but it couldn't hide the burning eyes.

  In order to withstand the attack from a hundred monsters, he chose to release the secret blood at the last moment, so that he could break through the threshold.

  Thanks to such skyrocketing power, the Demon Hunter survived the lethal attack, but soon the **** of death came to him for a replacement price.

  He was prepared for this, everything has a price, but no one has come to ask for it.

After losing the **** of the silver-binding bolt, he, without the proof of sublimation, could not control the soaring erosion. The secret blood in his body became hotter and hotter, like hot molten iron, making him sink deeper and deeper in the darkness. .

Hundreds of demons were completely caught in the smoke and dust raised by the ammunition. It tried to resist, raised its hand, and the extreme fireworks tried to stop the bullets and melt them into hot molten iron. Another figure slammed into it, and was exposed to the dense rain of bullets together.

  The hammer smashed hard, breaking the bones and sharp blades, and smashing the flesh into a mass of blood.

  A dense rain of bullets hit him, and some even penetrated the flesh and blood, directly hitting the hundreds of monsters under him.

   "Honestly...... Die to me!"

The demon hunter’s voice was hoarse, and the secret blood was rising. He repeatedly shook his hammer and smashed his arms. A hundred demons tried to close their arms and protect their torso, but soon these protections were lost by the demon hunter. Ripped apart.

  His posture became more and more stubborn, and his rugged bones seemed to break open his body and extend to the outside of the body.

This time, there was no fireworks obstruction, no arm protection, heavy bullets were nailed into the body of a hundred monsters, and the blood was blurred, it was still trying to fight back, countless palms scratched, and severely strangled its eyes. The demon hunter, but his figure became taller and taller, until it was difficult to control.

The rest of the people watched all this with bated breath. The body of the mortal began to change, like a cocoon. Another abominable demon crawled out from under this body. Together, there was a stalemate.

  At this moment, the continuous rain of bullets stopped, the Templar knights emptied the ammunition, and they began to evacuate and replenish.

  They did a very good job. Even with the resilience of a hundred monsters, their bodies became riddled with holes under the continuous blow, and the gray liquid kept overflowing and spilled over the ground.

  'S swinging arms broke through all the efforts, and the demon tore its body, pushing its bloated torso, and then crawling out of it, pushing it back into the heavenly gate little by little.

  As the bullet rain stopped, the demon hunters also shot out from the shadows, cooperating with the demons and suppressing a hundred demons.

It can only make a whimper, and there seems to be a group of snakes squirming under the skin, and then one after another new arms stretched out, and sword-like nails were deeply embedded in the ground, leaving behind a trail. Slender traces.

  Suddenly the pressure of one resisting it disappeared, and the bloated body was scratching his arms, slowly returning to his body. The burning heads tried to see the situation in front of them, but a tall figure immediately covered everything.

  The demon carried the shattered stone pillar and lifted the huge boulder high.

   "Go back to me."

  Bursts of thick smoke puffed out from the corners of its mouth, as if it had flames in its mouth.

  The huge boulder smashed down, smashing all the obstructing arms into blood stains, and the swollen body began to compress and swell, like a container for draining water, the gray liquid could not stop gushing out, and a miserable howl sounded from the top of the hundred heads.

It tried to resist, one after another raging fire, but it could not shake the angry demon at all, but saw it firmly against the boulder, and through it, step by step pushed a hundred monsters back into the gate of heaven. .

  Darkness re-wrapped it little by little, and the scattered black mist wrapped around it.

  But... there is no need to think too much.

  The deeper darkness envelops it, the remaining mind is no longer much, and it is replaced by absolute disorder and madness.

But different from other demons, in this disorderly madness, there is something tenaciously resisting, letting it take action to kill all the demons it sees, even if it is also an abomination. .

  The huge boulder squeezed a hundred heads of monsters, and the two collided back and forth in the deep elevator shaft, and soon disappeared in front of them, leaving only the weird roar, echoing in the darkness.

  The demon stood in front of the gate of heaven. After a long pause, he turned his head and looked at Anthony.

   Anthony was expressionless, and clenched the nail sword in his hand.

  The worst thing happened. The demon hunter not only had to fight with demons, but sometimes with his companions, and even with himself.

  Stepping into the darkness can indeed defeat the incoming demons, but after that, the demonized demons will become a new threat.

  Thinking about it, it will inevitably be a little sad.

  The same is true for other people. They repelled a round of attacking monsters. They should have cheered for joy, but looking at the monsters guarding the gate of heaven, they fell into silence one after another.

  The atmosphere solidified and stiffened, until the demon slowly raised his rickety hand, holding the blood-stained hammer in his hand.

   "I am waiting for you below."

  It said so, turned around and walked into the gate of heaven, and disappeared.

Everyone fell into silence, and then acted in silence. Some people helped the wounded, while others continued to push the boulders, throwing them into the dark lifting shaft, trying to block the way of the demons, and then there were more. The boulder was pushed over.

They were like demolishing the Cathedral of Saint Nalo, countless rubble blocked the gate of heaven, among them there were many broken statues stained with blood, as if the demon hunters had blocked them with corpses. This door is the same.

  The crisis seems to be alleviated, but it is not over yet. No one knows when the next round of shocks will come and how many people will die as a result.

   Anthony suddenly felt very tired, physically and mentally exhausted, he slowly walked out of the Cathedral of San Nalo and sat on the steps.

  He looked forward, and the Templar knights were stationed here. They obeyed Anthony's orders and were only responsible for supporting and assisting. They never stepped into the frontal battlefield to avoid being alienated into monsters.

Looking further away, I saw the place of Qiqiu fell into the endless fireworks, and the fire light continued to extend, reflecting the Tiber River into a surging light band, and the light band continued to extend through Feileng. Cui, poured into the sea, and above the distant sea, more dome light rose.

   "Samuel, you really are a lucky guy."

   Anthony muttered, this place has become hell, he has no chance to leave, no matter who it is, it is the same.

  (End of this chapter)