The Game of Demon Hunter

Holy Spirit No. 17 saw his prey's lips squirming, as if he was talking about something, but he didn't care, he was just repeating the proclamation of the Lord of Dawn.

That was a warning to the heathen and a final notice,

"After a long time, it turns out that your fucking weapon is just a self-disciplined war weapon, not even an omnic..." Xu Yichen controlled the muscles in his abdomen to make the sliding speed a little faster, while avoiding Vital organs were opened.

[Advanced Regeneration] talent made his fighting style more unscrupulous and bloodier, and exchanging injuries for injuries became the most efficient tactic.

"This is the Lord of Dawn's warning to you, don't try to meddle with the things of the gods, mortals." The angel's seemingly slender arms are like poured steel, and the super long sword and the weight of the witcher can't let it have any strength. The slightest shaking: "Only the Lord of Dawn is the hope of this world, and only mortals who believe in him can survive the coming disaster."

"Give up your faith, Sirisians." The angel raised his long sword a little higher so that he could see the pagan's face clearly: "Either you give up your lives."

"Let the Lord of Dawn play with eggs in his little bungalow!" Xu Yichen raised his head and met the angel's eyes: "He is just a sad spirit who lives in a nutshell, but still fantasizes that he is the king of the universe. patient!"

While speaking, Xu Yichen raised his hand and stabbed the [Elegant Ripper] into the angel's chest, and stretched out two fingers with the other hand to poke the eyes that were close at hand!

There are no rules at all in life and death fights. Xu Yichen has always been a pragmatist. Eye-plugging, crotch kicking, and joint skills are his usual moves.

It's just that the angel in front of him was two meters tall, with slender limbs, and the witcher who was hung on a weapon couldn't even attack the position below the opponent's chest.

The Valyrian steel weapon did not disappoint Xu Yichen. The angel seemed to be stunned for a moment by his blasphemous words and failed to respond correctly. [Elegant Ripper] passed through the position of the opponent's heart.

However, judging from the performance of the angel, the heart, which is a vital part for mortals, doesn't seem to have much impact.

"Bold!" The angel's unchanging mood finally fluctuated. He has seen countless heretics, blasphemers, and fought against the group of mortals called Witch Kings, but he has never seen such a maverick.

Those people either believe in other gods, or try to get their hands on the power of the gods, but even believers of evil gods dare not blaspheme the gods like this, except for those lunatics corrupted by chaos.

Even the Witch King, who was recognized by the gods as transcending mortals, had a more or less awe of the gods in his heart and recognized their superior status.

But the Serisian in front of him, the angel could feel that he believed in every word he said, and he really put himself above the status of the gods!

At this moment, even if the Lord of Dawn deleted the emotional module of Holy Spirit No. 17, he still felt as if he was about to burn.

The angel's eyes erupted with a light comparable to a 2,000-watt light bulb, and the witcher's fingers felt the astonishing heat!

Xu Yichen twisted his body abruptly on the blade, avoiding the angel's angry light, and his outstretched right hand was quickly carbonized in the scorching light.

When the heat rays stopped, the witcher's hand was scorched black, as if it would turn into fly ash if touched.

But Xu Yichen still didn't take back his hand, he continued to move forward with his carbonized fingers, the angel didn't stop him somehow, the pagan in front of him seemed to overlap with the image of the young priest for a moment.

When the carbonized finger touched the angel's cheek, Xu Yichen's finger broke and fell off. He used the rest of his palm to draw along the angel's forehead to his chin, leaving three black marks.

"There has never been a savior, and we don't rely on the emperor of the gods. We mortals will save ourselves and the world in our own way." Xu Yichen used [Elegant Ripper] to cut off his left hand in front of the angel, and let the stump fall to the ground : "And you don't even understand why we're fighting."

"I will remember what you said today, mortals, never forget that you are challenging the greatest god in the world." In the vague perception of Holy Spirit No. 17, the part that belonged to Raphael Michelangelo was trembling.

"Also tell your lord that you are challenging the greatest country in the world." Xu Yichen narrated in a flat tone: "Fuck you god."

With a flick of the long sword in his hand, the angel directly cut the demon hunter in half, turning it into two pieces and falling to the ground from a height of more than ten meters, but there was still a contemptuous smile on his face.

Before Xu Yichen fell to the ground, the wound on Angel's chest healed itself in a radiance.

"My Cao, it's over, it's over!" Li Yanlong frantically sent a message to Yang Yuefan: "The head was cut in two, the female green skin was blown out, and the angel was unscathed! What should I do?"

This time, Li Yanlong really felt that he was finished, although death in the game is not something unacceptable.

But what about tasks?

A person with such a powerful head was killed after only going up and delaying for a while, what should I do?

"Hey! Birdman with wings, come and fuck me!" Li Yanlong kept hitting the shield with his long sword, trying to attract the angel's attention.

Ji Wanbing silently shot arrows with no deterrent effect, the angel didn't even bother to hide, and directly blocked the arrows with his wings.

These heretics must die sooner or later, but the first task of Holy Spirit No. 17 is to find the World Stone, and his sharp eyes kept scanning the inner city.

Heretics, heretics, heretics, other than heretics or heretics, the unactivated World Stone is hard for even the gods to discover its existence, the angel can only be sure that it is nearby.

The remaining players of the Retribution Battlegroup were like moths to a flame, trying hard to attract the angel's attention, even for a second.

The half-elf who touched the city wall took a look, suddenly felt bladder incontinence, and turned to leave.

A legendary creature like an angel is not something ordinary people dare to provoke. Even if you are a legendary strongman, you can't kill him, he will only return to the kingdom of God.

Whoever touches him, even if he is registered in the church, every time there is a large-scale anti-pornography campaign, you will always be counted as one.

At the risk of being shot to death, the assassin Fan Li approached the witcher's 'corpse', dragging his lower body with one hand and his upper body with the other, and fled in embarrassment.

After all, his boss is a ruthless man who can be reborn with severed limbs, what if a miracle happens?

Master Sanzang was the only high-level professional in the retribution battle group. At this time, he had to transform into a diamond body to serve as a human shield. The monk who could neither fly nor have long-range attack methods suffered from the environment.

At this time, under the leadership of the paladin Saiwen, the sword guard team finally stepped into Wangxiang City.

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