Chaotic, dark, eerie, indescribable.
This is a space beyond human cognition, a space that has been hidden in the corner of this planet since ancient times, but has never been known to ordinary people in this world. In this weird place regardless of distance, height, up, down, left, or right, all that can be seen are countless broken towers floating in the air, crooked palaces, and mysterious long bridges connecting these twisted buildings. In the distant and dark chaos, unexplainable stars and nebulae have been shining on this dark world for thousands of years, and cast mysterious and strange shadows on every building floating in nothingness. People are timid.
No one knows who built these buildings, and no one knows which race this space once belonged to. There is only one thing without a doubt, that is, the former owner of this space was extremely powerful and possessed technologies far beyond common sense. Because those floating and dilapidated architectural relics are without exception extremely strong, even the most powerful aliens can hardly shake them.
But now, fierce battles are erupting everywhere in this space.
There is a broken and collapsed palace floating in the corner of the void. The remaining structure of the palace can still see its grand atmosphere in the past. On the shattered outer wall of the palace, several glaring white flames burst out suddenly, and a few figures in black windbreakers could be vaguely seen bursting out together with the flames. The continuous shouts of killing sounded from all directions, and this once peaceful and sacred place has now completely turned into a sinful battlefield of melee and betrayal.
A tall, dark-skinned high-ranking witcher stood at the gate of the palace. He waved a huge cross with a strange shape, and knocked away several crossbow arrows that were shot at him. Behind him, in front of the main gate of the palace There is a layer of shimmering light wall shining, this light wall is crumbling, and it has obviously suffered too many attacks. A small group of tired demon hunters hid behind several collapsed stone pillars, fighting back with crossbows and long-range magic. A soldier shouted loudly: "Master Tutan! We can't hold this place any longer. !"
The burly demon hunter Tutanin slammed the huge cross, which could be regarded as a warhammer, on the ground. When the cross fell to the ground, it sparked a blinding flash of lightning. Temporarily create a barrier outside the palace. He frowned and looked around, and what he saw was an overwhelming disadvantage that was completely unfavorable to his own side: almost everyone on his side was injured. Almost all the rune walls on the outer layer of the palace were extinguished.
Although the soldiers are still guarding here, the physical defense line is obviously about to collapse.
And at the moment when he was watching the situation, a huge explosion suddenly came from a distance, and the dazzling flash illuminated the dark space with a radius of one kilometer nearby. He looked up and saw that the top of a minaret hundreds of meters away was emitting fierce flames, and the whole tower illuminated the surroundings like a burning torch, and it was on the tower of the minaret. The bright rune lines are bursting one by one from top to bottom: they are the protective walls laid by the latecomers on the building. Compared with the indestructible building itself, these superficial magic tricks are too fragile.
"...the energy node has been lost." Tutan watched the scene expressionlessly, and waved to open the light wall at the main entrance of the palace, "withdraw to the second line of defense."
The exhausted soldiers hurriedly withdrew to the palace as if they were pardoned, and Tutan was the last. And after these guards withdrew, countless crossbow arrows and magic bullets immediately poured on the protective light wall even more recklessly: all these attacks avoided the extremely strong architectural structure of the palace itself. Instead, they aimed at those fragile additional protections. The light wall flickered violently under the onslaught, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before it completely collapsed.
Tutan was striding in the corridor of the palace, and the occasional huge explosion made the ground under his feet tremble. Judging from the sound of the explosion and the surrounding shaking. The attackers have already used more powerful weapons to destroy the city—perhaps the part of the rebels attacking the energy nodes has come here to join forces. Tutan grabbed a young hunter who was running past him: "Where is the White Fire Master?"
There was fear in the young hunter's eyes, and he almost screamed after being caught by Tutan. He gasped for breath and stammered: "Just... just withdrew from the side wall defense line, and is resting in the inner hall."
Tutan nodded calmly, raised his legs and walked towards the inner hall, but before he left, he suddenly turned around and called to the young hunter just now: "Calm down, child, on the day you pick up the holy silver weapon, you will You shouldn't be afraid to die in battle."
The young hunter stared blankly at Tutan, with a smile uglier than crying: "I'm not afraid of dying at the hands of demons. But those outside are..."
"Go, hold the line of defense." Tutan interrupted the young man, "Standing behind you are also your brothers and sisters. Compared with those who have lost their minds, these who are still fighting alongside you are more precious."
nave.
As soon as he stepped into this place, Tutan felt a burst of scorching heat coming from all directions, scorching his body and soul at the same time. He looked up and saw a waist-length silver-haired girl standing in a holy flame. The flames around the silver-haired girl were churning, and the silver-white sea of flames seemed to exist in real life, and spread everywhere in the hall like a spiritual illusion. Apart from the real and palpable heat, nothing in the palace was ignited by the holy flame. Tutan was stunned, ignoring the vast sea of flames, and strode forward: "The energy node of Sita has been lost."
"I know, I can feel it," the silver-haired girl turned around, and she pressed one hand on her side abdomen, where there was a shocking wound, but what gushed out of the wound was not blood, but a gust of blood that seemed to The white flame flowing like a liquid, "The outer barrier should also be broken soon."
"How is your injury?" Tutan frowned, "I heard that you were attacked."
Bai Huo smiled indifferently, as if talking about other people's affairs: "That guy almost succeeded, if his spirit was stronger and he could bear the pain of the holy flame for half a second longer."
As she said that, she removed the hand covering her side, and she could see that the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. This self-healing ability was no different from that of a werewolf.
boom—
Another explosion came from outside the palace, and the entire inner hall shook violently. Tutan looked up at the dome structure of the main hall, and his tone was still calm: "It should last for a few days. These buildings themselves are very difficult to destroy. After the outer barrier is broken, they can only send a small group of fighters in to fight with them." We fought hand-to-hand, here are all melee fighters."
"But it's meaningless to hold on for a few more days," Bai Huo shook his head, "Should we consider closing the Tower of Stars? Or blowing up there..."
Tutan frowned: "In this way, we will lose the Holy Land forever, and this may not necessarily completely seal this space—the saints may have mastered the method of reopening the tower of stars from the inside."
The two were silent for a moment, and as Bai Huo's injury gradually recovered, the scorching flames in the inner hall also gradually dissipated. Tutan broke the silence again: "Elder Hasselblad is probably still alive."
Bai Huo's eyes widened suddenly, this news finally broke the indifferent attitude she had maintained until now.
"The mentor is still alive? He..."
"He was just taken away, but the saints should not execute an elder-level demon hunter so hastily. According to information from other places, the rebels are more inclined to capture the elder alive, probably to send something Useful," Tutan said, looking into White Fire's eyes, "as I feared, the saints weren't mad—or at least they weren't completely mad, so they had tactics and some kind of purpose, which would make it easier Difficult to deal with."
Bai Huo's breathing became faintly rapid, and some tiny flames began to burst out in the air around him.
"Baihuo, there is a task that only you can complete," Tutan said suddenly. Although he and Baihuo are both "master" level demon hunters, there is a huge difference in seniority and seniority between the two. In the Demon Group, he is still the superior of Bai Huo, "Give this thing to the Countess."
While talking, he took out an exquisite platinum locket from his body. After opening the platinum locket, there was a blood-red crystal inside.
"This is… "
"Elder Hasselblad left it. It is said that Saint Bedolis suddenly handed it over to him a month ago. At that time, Saint also left a sentence: In case of emergency, this object should be handed over to the Countess. I think His Majesty Bedoris is referring to the current situation."
"Countess..." Bai Huo felt a little overwhelmed, "You mean..."
"There is only one ancient person in this world who can be called so by the saint Bedolis." (To be continued~^~)