The Infinite Journey of the Sage

Chapter 008 Messenger Phoenix

Swing the sword, breathe, sheath the sword, and draw the sword again.

The rhythm is perfect, the breathing is perfect, the stamina is perfect, the speed is perfect, the power is perfect.

Keilal felt like she could go on like this for a whole day! !

Come, Alcatel, come, Dead River, come, the battle that has lasted for thousands of years, the old enemy that has lasted for thousands of years.

Keilal was fighting energetically, but Alcatel had no time to care about him. Father Andreessen was the most powerful vampire machine of this era. The vampire machine was transformed by Judas Iscariot from Section 13 of the Vatican Emperor's Hall. Alexander -Father Andrewson.

He is two meters tall and weighs 188 kilograms. His arms and most of his body have been transformed into alloy plate armor. His ribs, thighs and calves are all covered with alloy plate armor. Instead, his body has been transformed. Becoming very powerful, such plate armor and strength are necessary when hunting vampires.

And this kind of alloy plate armor combined with his one-meter-long blunderbuss sword can form a blunderbuss sword channel. Every time a blunderbuss sword is needed, he only needs to flick his hands to remove the blunderbuss sword from most hidden places on the body. Ejected out and into his hand.

And his gun sword is also very unique. The sword body is made of alloy steel. After being poured with holy water, it will cause huge damage to undead creatures. Ordinary vampires or ghouls cannot withstand his sword.

But Alcatel is different.

He is the ancient Roman cavalry commander, Archduke Dracula, the Duke of Pierce, the Iron Wall of Rome. Even if he is under the horse, holding a two-handed sword, facing Father Andrewson who holds two blunderbuss, he will not fall behind even in hand-to-hand combat. More importantly, Alcatel's sword is much heavier than Father Andreessen's sword, even if the strength is the same, and...

Alcatel was surrounded by countless Blood River Death Apostles, and they rushed towards Andrewson after the two separated.

Andreessen was obviously as tired as Kelal, but as a reckless man and an Iscariot of the Thirteenth Lesson, he did not have Kelal's fighting wisdom. When facing these dead disciples, he also He charged all the way, and as long as he could reach Alcatel, he would be satisfied.

At this time, if this continues, Andreessen will only become a new recruit in the sea of ​​blood and death.

At this time.

Countless priests descended from the sky, wearing glasses, crosses hanging on their chests, and priest robes, looking handsome and murderous.

"You idiots! You idiots! You idiots!!" Father Andrewson, wielding his swords, roared loudly, but at some point, eyes that had been dry for countless years appeared. Tears.

"Didn't I tell you to go back!?" He shouted loudly.

"If we go back at this time, will we still be us? Will Lesson 13 still be Lesson 13? Is Iscariot still Iscariot?!" The priests roared in unison.

The two guns in his hands fired, clearing a safe space.

"Ask yourself, who are you?!" Father Andrewson did not look back, but stared at the man at the rear of the Dead Apostle, and roared loudly.

"We are Iscariot, Judas of Iscariot!!!"

Everyone behind them roared in response to his words. Everyone knew that today was the last battle.

"But Iscariot! What do you hold in your right hand?!"

"Dagger and poison!"

"But Iscariot! What has your left hand given me!!"

"Thirty silver coins and straw rope!!"

"But Iscariot! Who are you?"

“We are apostles and not apostles, we are believers and not believers, we are believers and not believers, we are traitors and not traitors, we believe in the one thing, we just lie down, we pray for the Lord’s mercy, we just lie down, Crush all those who rebel against the Lord, brandish daggers in the dark, pour poison into dinner and become soldiers of death. We are the Dead Apostles, we are the group of Dead Apostles, we are the assassins, but in the same way as Judas Iscariot , as long as the time comes, we throw thirty silver coins into the shrine and hang ourselves with straw ropes, then we can go to hell together as disciples, form a team, and we are only willing to fight with the seven hundred and forty-five thousand nine hundred and two in hell. A battle between sixteen evil spirits!!"

Just as they roared, these Iscariot priests spread out, spreading the circle as wide as possible.

However, more priests were dragged into the abyss of death.

These priests are indeed the priests of Iscariot. They are armed with two guns and their bodies are wrapped with explosives. Once they are surrounded, they immediately pull the fuse and explode in groups, dying generously.

This group of priests worked hard to charge forward in a fan-shaped formation, and even if they died, they would immediately... explode to open a path, and use Father Andreessen as an arrow to rush forward.

It's just that their number is decreasing rapidly. Except for a few elites, basically one or even several priests die every minute, and explosions start to sound one after another.

Tragic, so tragic.

Beautiful, what a charm.

Alcatel gently opened his hands and stared at these priests with evil eyes. Human beauty, human flowers, bloomed in them at this moment.

Human beings, what beautiful human beings!

"Come on, come on, Andrewson, come on, Andrewson!! Come and kill me!!!" He roared loudly, reveling in joy.

"Have you finally come in front of me? Father Andreessen!" He laughed loudly and held a pistol, a 13 mm pistol and a pistol below 13 mm. One was used to sweep away the soldiers, and the other It is used to face strong men like Father Alexander Andreessen.

It's perfect.

When Father Andreessen was still facing Alcatel in the same way as before, his arm was instantly shattered by the 13mm pistol.

"Hahahaha, hahaha, this gun is simply perfect, simply perfect!" He looked at Andreessen with a tattered arm, his eyes full of pleasure and oppression. Then, Father, what potential is there, squeeze it all out, squeeze it all out Come out and kill me! Father! Be the second him, the second person to drive a silver nail into my heart! !

But this time, the priest took out a nail wrapped in wood and inserted it into his body cleanly.

"What did you do! What did you do! How dare you, how dare you insert the holy relic [Helena's Holy Nail] into your body! Stop! Andrewson! You will become a monster!! "After turning into a monster, you can't kill me! !

"How to kill a monster without turning into a monster!!" The priest's eyes reflected the light, looking at Alcatel with a terrifying expression and eyes, and smiled coldly.

"I am just a blunderbuss, I am just the blunderbuss of the gods on the earth. I hope that the next life will be just a storm, I hope the next life will be just danger, I hope the next life will be just destruction, as long as it can kill you, then so be it, then so be it Let's... Alcatel." Countless vines began to spread in the priest's body, and his face was also wrapped by the vines. His whole body was occupied by thorns like a monster of thorns.

"You big idiot!!!" Alcatel was furious, disappointed, and desperate. No one had ever been so close to him, and no one had ever been so close to killing him. But now, everything has become a fantasy, everything is just a joke. , monsters cannot kill monsters, this person, no, this monster, is already the same monster as him! !

He raised his gun and pointed it at Andreessen. In just a flash, even Alcatel didn't see when Andreessen's blunderbuss sword flew out. His body was already full of blunderbuss swords.

Gun swords also have a very special feature, that is, the handles are filled with high explosives!

After being inserted into Alcatel's body, the detonating device at the handle burned instantly. A second later, countless blunderbuss swords on Alcatel's body exploded, destroying his body.

But if he was simply killed, then it wouldn't be Alcatel.

Alcatel, who was blown to pieces, raised his hand instantly, and the black 13mm pistol launched an attack on Andreessen without hesitation.

I just blew up the 13mm pistol with the alloy gauntlet. Without any hesitation, I hit Father Andreessen without any doubt. Then half of his head was blown open. The power of the 13mm pistol was at this moment. has been vividly reflected.

But even if half of his head exploded and even if his glasses flew out, Father Andrewson still didn't fall.

The thorns above the heart bloomed with green light, and the exploded head was instantly wrapped and repaired by thorns, turning into a monster with only thorns left. The monster held blunderbuss in both hands and slowly crossed them into a cross. Approaching Alcatel.

All that was left of Alcatel was a crawling, chaotic thing that looked like blood, and then it slowly returned to Alcatel himself.

Countless bullets hit Andreessen, and Andreessen was torn apart and restored by thorns. He even had a life force that was even more powerful than a vampire and had more exuberant vitality.

Even Alcatel had to be forced by his momentum and took half a step back.

A blunderbuss sword fell from the sky and was inserted into Alcatel's head in an instant. Countless thorns spread from the blunderbuss sword, wrapping Alcatel tightly.

In just an instant, Alcatel's army was reduced to a sea of ​​flames, and Kelal's pressure was relieved.

"Alcatel... Dracula... is dead?" Looking at the world turned into a sea of ​​fire, Keilar suddenly ran away. He was forced back a long way by the sea of ​​blood and dead river. As for the situation on the entire battlefield, I don’t understand it at all.

At this time, there were few living people on the battlefield.

Not to mention the living people, not even a single person is alive.

"Is it going to end?" Keilar ran, thinking about these things in his heart, and his whole body was very heavy.

The entire UK has paid a huge price, and there are probably not many people left alive in London.

But the army was almost dead, and not a single one of the Crusaders was left. Even the commander-in-chief, the Archbishop, had died in the river of death.

The airship in the sky slowly landed on the ground, seemingly without much power.

"Is the decisive battle coming..." He slowly came to the center of the battlefield.

Here, corpses stuck with spears and spears are everywhere, and the dead here are as numerous as a massacre.

Here, Alcatel was burned in the fire, and the thorns cooked Alcatel along with the fire. The impaled Duke stood as if he was about to die and was burned forever.

"Is it over here? Alcatel. Is it over here? Dracula. Is it over here..." Keilar watched silently, with no intention of intervening. If death here belongs to Dracula, If it's fate, then let him be burned to death slowly. The next battle will be his alone!

The Thorn Man didn't think that Alcatel would die like this. He stepped forward and tried to make up for it.

But a one-armed girl who didn't know where she came from stood in front of Alcatel and held the knife in her hand.

The thorns on the knife slowly extended to her body, sweeping her up, and the flames burned with her.

Are you going to be served in a pot?

Keilal watched silently, watching the one-armed girl screaming for her master, watching Alcatel, who was dazed and about to die, being awakened, watching Alcatel holding Andreessen's heart and the Saint with one hand. He pulled out the nails together and watched as the beating heart was crushed into pieces by him.

Is this the strongest ending for the strongest warrior of this era?

At this time, Keilal wanted very much to light a cigarette for himself and then watch this scene silently.

"I am you, I am you, I am like you, I used to be as embarrassed as you, I was just like you, I was like you, I am a beast like you, a monster like you..." Alcatel cried sadly, tears of blood slowly flowing out of his eyes, looking at the priest who gradually turned into ashes, he was so sad.

"How long do you want to cry, my old enemy." Keilal's sword dragged on the ground, and appeared on the battlefield with a long tail sound.

"Hurry up and get ready for the next fight." The silver-haired man smiled, raised the sword in his hand, and pointed it at Alcatel.

"You are still here, sage." The ashes in the sky slowly dispersed, and a faint light appeared in the long night. The sage's magic power was also slowly recovering.

But it's not enough, these magic powers are not enough to kill Dracula.

Not enough to kill him who owns the river of death.

In the sky, there was a crisp sound of phoenix singing.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the phoenix leaping out of the flames.

This was a very small phoenix, even the size of an eagle. It emerged from the sky, amidst the flames, holding a scroll in its mouth, and landed on Kelal's shoulder.

She spit out the scroll and said loudly in a clear voice: "By the order of the sage Kelal Pan Dragon, I am here to deliver a message!"

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