boom!
The walls on both sides shook with a loud bang, and nearly a hundred holes appeared, from which sharp arrows like a rainstorm flew out.
Two rows of crossbowmen squatted behind them, working in pairs, carrying dark crossbows. That kind of heavy crossbow is a weapon on the battlefield and requires the assistance of a pulley set to tighten the bowstring.
Launched at a close range, it is enough to directly destroy a wall and open a bloody path in the crowd.
The ghost hand roared like a flicker, turned into a phantom, crossed several meters with a snap of his fingers, and stopped in front of the arrow rain. The invisible arm transformed into an animal claw and struck the sky with arrows at an incredible speed.
Then, arrows flew out and scattered all over the ground.
Bang!
The alchemy crossbow arrows mixed in it exploded, and red flames rose out of thin air, overturned the wall, and engulfed the ghost hand.
Ghost Hand's body flew out of the fire and landed on the broken door. Half of his body was burnt black, and dark red blood oozed from the pores all over his body. His heart twitched and he spit out hot blood.
The room was in a mess, the life-sustaining equipment was broken, the shaman was overturned on the ground, and the broken rubber tubes tore out the broken flesh and blood.
I don’t know life or death.
"Asshole!"
He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground: "Hey! Sir, are you still alive? Don't die."
"Still... alive..." On the ground, the shaman opened his eyes with difficulty: "Guishou, can you do it? I almost want to find another bodyguard."
"To be honest, I also want to change my employer!" Guishou sighed, "This is it, let's stop complaining to each other, okay?"
"Oh, come on then."
"Is it useful to work hard!" Guishou spat out another mouthful of blood, "What other trump cards do you have? Use them quickly. You can kill these bastards in large numbers."
The shaman looked at him like he was mentally retarded, "If I have something like that, why am I being beaten like this?"
Guishou sighed, "In other words, we are dead?"
"Well, I'm dead." The shaman nodded: "You can go, I won't blame you. Keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood."
"I can't walk anymore."
Guishou smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I have been with you for more than thirty years, and my old bones can be used as firewood. What's the use of keeping the green hills? I just ask them to be kind and find a piece of land to bury me. ”
"What about me? You don't care about me?" The shaman's eyes widened: "Do I deserve to be exposed in the wilderness?"
"right."
Gritting his teeth, Guishou got up from the ground and stood in front of him: "Sometimes I wish I could tear you old bastard into pieces first."
The wind howled, one after another.
In an instant, the rain of arrows destroyed the wall. The ghost hand stopped in front of the shaman, roared, and the invisible hand turned into the shape of a giant axe, slashing forward!
This time, it’s a hard attack without any dodge!
Bang!
Like the tide rolling back, the black arrows suddenly stopped, shattered one after another, and fell to the ground. Red blood spurted out from the wounds of Ghost Hand. He gritted his teeth and waved his red arms to defeat the oncoming wind and rain!
"Hello, sir."
Guishou looked back at him with a hoarse voice: "Do you still remember what you said back then?"
"You still remember what happened back then. I'm sorry, I lied to you..." The shaman lowered his head in shame: "The money was not stolen back then, I used it to drink."
"Oh it's you!"
Guishou was stunned for a moment, then became furious: "I said everyone was so poor back then, but you were the only one who had money to drink every day!"
"It's been so many years, don't worry about it." The shaman waved his hand awkwardly: "Didn't I pay you back later?"
"You're just saying it now, you really don't feel any sincerity at all!"
"Sorry, I lied to many people. I feel guilty. This is my sin." The shaman sighed and choked hoarsely, "Sorry, I lied to you too."
"… never mind."
Guishou shook his head and chuckled: "I'm... used to it."
He took a step forward, facing the roaring rain of arrows, and slashed his arms forward. The invisible arm cut through the air and set off a crazy storm. The arrows that came towards me were blown away, like fragile tides, falling apart amidst the roar of the rocks.
Ghost Hand's body was shaken violently, and he was pushed back by the violent force. The fragments of the arrow were embedded in his face and chest, tearing open huge cracks.
Thick blood flowed out, a tragic dark red.
It's hideous and ugly, like an evil ghost.
Just outside the alley, the roar of steel sounded, and countless arrays gathered from all directions. They advanced towards the evil ghost, with cold light on their spears and sharp blades.
The sparrow's face was gloomy, and his palms fell:
"Fire the arrow!"
The ghost hand roared, the blood-colored flames shook violently, and blood-colored dragon scales appeared on the invisible hand, grabbing the heavy rain in the sky. In the closed palms, the arrows shattered one after another.
Bang!
The invisible hand was overwhelmed by the rain of arrows. He staggered back and was pierced by dozens of arrows. Blood spurted out and merged with the soil under his feet, turning it into a quagmire, a bloody quagmire.
"Sir... I have never regretted trusting you."
Ghost Hand murmured softly and wiped the bloodshot eyes from the corner of his mouth: "Look, people like me are born like dogs. If they leave the kennel, they have nowhere to go... As long as I have the chance to stop being a dog, what can I do? I am willing to do both. After all these years, only you have told me: No one should be born as a dog, and people who are born humble can also have value and meaning."
For so many years, in this stinky ditch, these homeless degenerates can only look up to the sunshine of the big shots, sinking in the darkness, without salvation, and without knowing what it means to live with dignity.
But even low-class people should be able to walk down the street with their heads held high. Even if you can't bathe in the luxurious sunshine, you still have to go to the grave with your backbone after death.
This is a luxury that no one has ever imagined.
that's enough.
This is enough to satisfy someone who has nothing.
"Actually, I never understood what you said."
Ghost Hand looked at the shaman, his eyes full of expectation: "But I want that thing called 'dignity' and 'meaning'. I live for it, sir, and I am willing to die for it."
"Idiot, life has dignity and meaning!"
The shaman gritted his teeth and roared, but Ghost Hand laughed. He faced the advancing array, staggering, stepping on the ruins step by step, and walked towards the front.
"Too bad there's no wine."
The ghost hand lowered his head, licking his own blood, like drinking wine, and recited the toast happily: "-May this day always be the best."
He roared, and flames burst out from his red invisible hands. The flames burned his body and turned into a thrilling red.
At this moment, frightening power emerged from the body of this skinny old man. That power surged through his blood and body, bathing his entire body in flames.
Knives and swords can't kill him, and the storm can't defeat him. He... is burning!
If you look down from the sky, you can see that the shadow jumped into the color of steel. Wherever it passed, the iron light was dyed red by blood.
The red stretched straight forward, smeared from the iron light, like blood falling into mercury, tragic and crazy. In an instant, the ghost hand was so close that it was hard to see clearly.
"Assholes, come on."
Ghost Hand grinned, his face full of cracks looking as ferocious as a wolf:
"—The party has just begun!"
This crazy old man was covered in bruises and bones, like an evil ghost crawling out of a corpse. Evil ghosts are fighting in the human world, sipping red wine and roaring.
Wherever it passed, everything was torn apart by the invisible hand and twisted into a piece of debris.
"Stop him!"
Ingmar screamed, his expression twisted and crazy on the restless horse. The commander parroted and repeated, sounding more and more ridiculous.
boom!
The sword edge collapsed, the armor was shattered, the human body was twisted, the head was broken, the heart was broken... The ghost hand chopped off the thorny spear, jumped up suddenly, soared into the air like a bird, and stepped on the soldier's shoulder armor. The soldier's shoulders were slumped and he knelt down, but he flew past the steel array and rushed towards Ingmar, his face stained red with blood like a demon.
Ingmar screamed and pulled the commander beside him to block him, but in the next moment, the commander was torn apart. Amidst the blood splashing, a red figure fell from the sky, and an invisible hand slashed at the sparrow behind Ingmar.
The sparrow's expression changed dramatically and he retreated. The drum under his cloak trembled and burst out with music.
Then the earth cracked, and endless fire spewed out, engulfing the ghost hand. In the flames, the steel was burned until it was red and melted into molten iron. The soil is boiling like water.
In an instant, Guishou's figure disappeared into ashes and disappeared without a trace.
"died?"
In the silence, the sparrow looked at the empty hole in the ground. It was only now that the fear in his eyes disappeared, and a wave of fear emerged: he was just a killer who was about to die of old age. He killed hundreds of fully armed soldiers without using any music, and finally almost killed himself...
He looked at the silent old man and gritted his teeth:
"Shaman, you really have a good and loyal dog."
"He's not a dog."
In the mud, the shaman also looked at him with cold eyes: "His name is Kailin Moreira. Don't underestimate my friend..."
At that moment, the sparrow was frightened.
Because among the scorched earth and the embers of fire, there was a hoarse song.
That song came from the distant desert land and was a prayer chanted by the Theban priests for the gods. They dedicated their blood and sacrifices to seek miracles from the indifferent god.
So, a miracle happened here.
The broken invisible hands condensed here, and the power hidden in them completely exploded. The evaporated blood and the embers of the fire gathered together to construct the figure.
As if struggling back from the underworld and crawling back into the world of the living, that figure slowly opened its blood-red eyes and roared silently!
"Once this thing is connected to your body, you will really get an arm from Hades. You will have the power you want, and no one can stop you."
In the past, Hermes' voice sounded, cold and low: "But this is the most demanding agreement. Once signed, there is no turning back. You will gain power, but your whole life will be eroded by it. , becoming its bait and food, you will be cursed and suffer torture and pain day and night. After you die, what awaits you is no longer heaven and hell, but empty ashes with nowhere to go. Answer Me, is this the future you want?"
Just right.
Such a future is really exciting!
The ghost hand roared, and the fragmented body regrouped, and green flames spurted out from his body, giving him strength and the anger from the dead!
kill!
This time, the steel array could no longer stop him. He moved forward, and the flames tore through the layers of armor with his hands, bathing in blood.
There is no longer aging and pain, and no human shackles. His speed has reached an unprecedented limit with the power obtained by burning his soul.
Just waving his hand, the layers of iron armor fell apart, the flesh and blood under the armor separated and fell off, and the heart was silently broken. All obstacles fell apart under those invisible hands.
Only blood bursts out.
In the endless blood, the ghost hand roared and rushed towards the sparrow.
"This guy... actually signed a contract with a creature in the etheric realm?!" Sparrow's expression turned pale, and he subconsciously gritted his teeth and cursed.
The drum in his arms roared, emitting a rhythm from the abyss. The dead on the ground suddenly withered, and the demon hatched from them, climbed up, and pounced on the ghost hand.
But all the monsters are vulnerable to ghost hands!
"Fire the arrow!" the sparrow roared: "What are you waiting for?!"
Dark rainstorms spurted out from the heavy crossbow, but the ghost hands ignored it and allowed them to penetrate his body, completely tearing apart the demon in front of him.
One step, two steps, he is moving forward!
Slowly and unstoppably, breaking through all obstacles and advancing forward!
Blood swayed, covering everything, dyeing everything red. The burning ghost hand set off a majestic wind and thunder, transforming into the god of death. Just relying on the hands of these two creatures, he entered the army.
Unstoppable!
The sparrow roared, and the giant snake emerged from the soil, opened its mouth, and swallowed the ghost hand. However, it was painfully tortured in the next moment, cut open by the hand knife, and withered away.
The ghost hand roared, and the fire obtained by burning the soul suddenly burst out. The blood all over the body rose, breaking through the last obstacle, and the sparrow was already within easy reach.
The sparrow staggered back, layers of shields appearing on its body, but then the layers shattered. The scattered light was swallowed up by blood, so tragic.
Flames and strong winds suddenly emerged, pounced on the ghost hand, engulfed the ghost hand, and placed it in the cage of flames.
Immediately afterwards, he pushed his palms forward, a scream of music suddenly burst out, the ether changed, and the elements were refined. The surrounding soil tumbled, and red-hot iron juice emerged out of thin air, forming a sharp sword blade that roared out.
—Chapter of Damocles.
The roar kept erupting.
The figure chopped off several sword blades with his hands, but more sharp blades fell from the sky and penetrated his chest.
He roared and shook again. He pulled out the sword blade with his right hand and blocked it. The invisible scream from his left hand caused the blade to twist and rewind.
Sparrow's expression suddenly changed, and he was almost decapitated by the flying sword blade. He roared angrily, pressed his hands down, and his blood burned and blended into the music, making the sharp blade condense a thousand times.
The ghost hand slashed down, causing countless sharp blades to rewind and cut open his ceremonial attire and the drum in his arms. The drum exploded loudly and the sparrow screamed, but the ghost hand stepped forward and chopped again!
Both arms fell off at the root, and blood spurted out.
"Ingmar! How long are you going to be stunned!"
The sparrow staggered back, screaming.
No matter how close the ghost hand came, the palm shot through the air. A huge gap opened in the sparrow's chest, and blood spurted out. The heart was already clenched by the ghost hand and would fall apart in the next moment.
But the movements of the ghost hand suddenly stopped.
He froze in place.
"It turns out that there is time..." He murmured in astonishment, watching his body dry up quickly and cracking inch by inch, like clay that had been burnt to pieces, with cracks all over it.
What a pity, it was just a little bit close!
He looked at the pale sparrow in front of him and the beating heart in his hand: Just a little bit worse! It was almost over!
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, his body fell apart.
"In the end, nothing... was accomplished."
The broken face fell to the ground with a self-deprecating smile, "I'm sorry, sir, this empty life like mine... will be worthless until death..."
He was obviously smiling, but there were tears streaming down his face, seeping into the cracks, like a clay figurine weeping.
"What do people like you know? You can't even understand the situation! You almost..."
The sparrow gritted its teeth, looked down at the ghost hand, and trampled his face furiously, kick after kick, trampling that smile to pieces:
"The shaman has already failed! Do you understand that he failed!"
In the sky above him, there was a wind tunnel coming from the abyss, and a huge shadow suddenly flashed across the wind tunnel. The heaven and earth were shaken, and the incarnation of God descended into the Kingdom of Shadows.
This country, this city, everything here... is destined to be buried in the abyss.
"Did you see that?"
The sparrow looked up at the shadow in the sky feverishly, "Nothing can stop you! Everything you have done is meaningless! Even if you die, it has no value."
"No, Guishou, your life is not meaningless."
At that moment, the shaman's hoarse voice echoed in the air.
Wherever he passed, everything froze in place.
He rose from the mud and removed the tubes from his hollow chest. Passing through the solidified world, walking through the ruins and wreckage, I walked to Ghost Hand's side.
With just a wave of his hand, the sparrow was wiped out by the changing laws of movement.
"Thank you, Ghost Hands."
The shaman lifted him up from the mud and said with a hoarse voice like iron: "You bought me time, the most critical time."
Guishou looked at him, tried his best to open his eyes wide, and grabbed his hand, as if grasping the salvation: "So, did I really...save anything?"
"have."
The shaman closed his eyes, and turbid tears flowed down his face in embarrassment, and he burst into tears: "My friend, the fifteen minutes you persisted saved the entire Angelou, and also changed... changed the entire world. "
"Is it?"
Guishou smiled: "That's great, sir, this feeling... is so good."
His expression froze, and cracks spread and shattered across his body.
The last bit of life was exhausted, turned into dust, and drifted away.
The shaman stared at him blankly, held his hand, and felt his hand turn into dust, flowing down from his fingers and disappearing without a trace. He could freeze the entire space, but he couldn't stop his life.
he died.
"My friend, your suffering in life is over. May you... sleep peacefully in the world of death."
The shaman raised his head and let tears fall from his face. He stared at the abyss wind tunnel in the night sky with angry eyes, slowly raised his palm and declared:
"In my name, the fifth seal is released!"