The Record of Unusual Creatures

Chaos, darkness, weirdness, indescribable.

This is a space beyond human cognition. It has been hidden in the corner of this planet since ancient times, but it has never been known to the world. In this weird place, which is not far from near to high, low and low, only the numerous broken towers, the slanting palaces, and the mysterious long bridge connecting these twisted buildings can be seen. In the distant and dark chaos, the unexplained stars and nebulae shine through the dark world for thousands of years, and cast a mysterious and strange shadow on every building floating in nothingness. The heart is timid.

No one knows who built these buildings, and no one knows which race the space once belonged to. There is no doubt that the space was once a very powerful master and mastered the technology that is far more common sense. Because the seemingly ragged architectural relics that float in the air are exceptionally strong, even the most powerful aliens are hard to shake.

Nowadays, fierce battles are erupting everywhere in this space.

A broken and collapsed palace floats in the corner of the void, and the remains of the palace can still be seen in its former grandeur. On the outer wall of the broken side of the palace, several glaring white lights suddenly burst out. Together with the fire, the faintly visible figures in the black trench coat were visible. The continuous shouting sounds from all directions, and this once sacred place has now become a sinful battlefield of melee and betrayal.

A tall, dark-skinned demon hunter stood at the door of the palace. He waved a weird, huge cross, and flew several arrows that shot at him, behind him, in front of the main entrance of the palace. Shining a layer of shimmering light, this wall is crumbling, apparently has been subjected to excessive attacks. A small group of tired, demon-hunters hid behind a few collapsed stone pillars, struggling with a bow in their hands and remote magic. A soldier shouted: "Master Tutan! I can't keep it here. !"

Tutan, a tall and powerful demon hunter, slammed the huge cross that could be seen as a warhammer on the ground, and the cross made it spurred a dazzling electric light. Temporarily created a barrier outside the palace. He frowned and looked around, seeing an overwhelming disadvantage that was completely unfavorable to his own side: almost all the soldiers on his side were wounded, and the rune wall of the outer layer of the palace was almost completely extinguished.

Although the soldiers are still here, the physical defense is clearly about to collapse.

And just at the moment he waited at the situation. A huge explosion suddenly came from afar, and the dazzling flash illumined the dark space of a kilometer in the vicinity. He looked up and saw that the top of a spire at hundreds of meters was emitting a violent flame. The whole tower was like a burning torch, and it was on the tower of the minaret. The bright rune lines burst from top to bottom: it was the wall that the latecomers laid on the building, and these shallow magic tricks were too fragile compared to the indestructible building.

"...the energy node has fallen," Tutan looked at the scene with a blank expression, waving the wall of the main entrance of the palace, "withdrawing into the second line of defense."

The exhausted soldiers were stunned and quickly withdrew into the palace, and Tutanin walked to the end. After the evacuation of these guards, countless arrows and magic bullets immediately poured into the protective wall without any scruples: all these attacks avoided the unusually strong building structure of the palace itself, but directed to the fragile additional protection. of. The light wall flashed violently under the storm. It seems that it is only a matter of time before it completely collapses.

Tutan strode in the palace cloister, and the occasional huge explosion caused the ground beneath his feet to tremble. From the sound of the explosion and the surrounding swaying situation, the attackers have used the more powerful broken city weapons or the part of the offensive energy node that the rebels have come to merge. Tutan grabbed a young hunter who ran past him: "Where is the White Fire Master?"

The young hunter was so scared in his eyes that he was almost screamed when he caught it. He gasped and stammered: "Just... just removed from the side wall defense and is resting in the inner hall."

Tutan nodded calmly and lifted his legs to the inner hall. But before he left, he suddenly turned and screamed at the young hunter: "Calm, child. On the day you picked up the holy silver martial arts, You should not be afraid of death."

The young hunter looked at Tutanin slyly, his face showing a smile that was more ugly than crying: "I am not afraid to die in the hands of the demon, but those outside are..."

"Go. Hold the line of defense," Tutan interrupted the young man. "It’s also your brothers and sisters who are standing behind you. These are still more precious than those who have lost your mind."

Inner temple.

As soon as he stepped into this place, Tutanin felt a rush of heat coming from all directions. At the same time, I am roasting my body and soul. He looked up and saw the girl with silver hair and waist standing in a sacred flame. The silver-haired girl was tumbling around the flames. The silver-white fire sea was like a real existence, and it spread like a spiritual illusion throughout the hall, but except Nothing in the palace was ignited by the holy flame, except for the real sensation of burning. Tutan was stunned, ignoring the vast expanse of the sea of ​​fire, and striding forward: "The energy node of the West Tower has fallen."

"I know, I can feel it," the silver-haired girl turned and her hand was pressed on her side of the abdomen. There was a shocking wound there. But the blood from the wound was not blood, but a stock. The white flame that flows like a liquid, "The outer barrier should be broken too quickly."

“How is the injury?” Tutan frowned. “I heard that you were being attacked.”

The white fire smiled indifferently, as if to talk about other people's things: "The guy almost succeeded. If his spirit is tougher, he can bear the pain of a half-second flame."

As she said, she took off her hand on her flank and saw that the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. This self-healing ability is no different from the werewolf.

Bang

Another burst of explosion came from outside the palace, and the entire inner hall followed the violent shaking. Tutan looked up at the dome structure of the main hall and his tone was still calm: "It should be able to persist for a few days. The buildings themselves are difficult to destroy. After the outer barrier is broken, they can only send small soldiers to come in and We are fighting, and here are the melee players."

"But it doesn't make sense to stick to it for a few days," White Fire shook his head. "Would we consider closing the towers? Or blow it up..."

Tutan was frowning: "This way we will lose the Holy Land forever, and this will not necessarily completely close this space. The Holy Ghost may have the means to reopen the high-rise towers from within."

The two were silent for a moment, and as the white fire gradually recovered, the sea of ​​fire in the inner hall gradually dissipated. Tutan was once again breaking the silence: "The Hasselblad elders are probably alive."

The white fire's eyes suddenly widened, and the news finally broke her indifferent attitude.

"The mentor is still alive? He..."

"He was just taken away, but the saints should not rush to kill an elder-level hunter. According to information from other places, the rebels are more inclined to catch the elders, presumably what to send. "Use," Tutan looked at the white fire. "As I worry, the saints are not crazy or they are at least not crazy, so they have tactics and certain goals, which makes it harder. Deal with it."

The breath of the white fire was faint and hurried, and some small shredded flames began to crack in the air around him.

"White fire, there is only one task you can finish," Tutan said suddenly. Although he and the white fire are also "master" level hunters, the two have a great difference in their qualifications. In the Devil's Group, he is still a superior of white fire, "put this thing to the Countess."

As he spoke, he found a delicate platinum box from his body. After opening the platinum box, it was a blood-red crystal.

"this is……"

"The Hasselblad elders are said to have been sacred by the sage of Bedoris, who was handed over to him a month ago. At that time, the saint left a sentence: in case of emergency, if something happens, this thing should be handed over to the countess. I think what Mr. Bedolis is pointing to is the current situation."

"The Countess..." The white fire felt like a little reaction, "You mean..."

"There is only one ancient person in the world who can be called by the saint Bedorius." (~^~)