Chapter 127 Yeats: Lend me your power, King of the Wild Hunt!
Above the barren Gobi desert, strong winds stirred up wild grass.
The moon is broken like a mirror.
The black-armored knight rides an eight-legged horse covered in iron armor, holding the reins and holding a spear that shines like thunder and lightning in one hand.
The strong wind howled by, and Yeats saw the black-armored knight landing in front of him, reining in the eight-legged horse, and the horse raised its front hooves and neighed.
The beast of God, Lemuel, whose lion eyes reflected the black-armored knight standing in front of the silver-haired boy, had a deep and terrifying voice.
"King of the Wild Hunt, you shouldn't have come."
"But I came anyway... No, this dialogue is a bit cliche."
Crazy The King of Hunters raised the spear in his hand. The tip of the spear engraved with runes glowed with divine radiance. He pointed at Lemuel from a distance and said in a commanding tone:
"I want to take this young man away."
Lemuel's cold lion eyes swept across Yeats behind the King of the Wild Hunt, and flatly refused:
"Impossible, this is my divine realm, and you are not allowed to trample on the rules!"
"What are the rules?"
The King of the Wild Hunt asked and answered himself. The spear condensed the brilliance of lightning and was thrown suddenly, like a meteor rushing towards Remiel.
“I am the rule!”
boom!
Bright light cut through the sky, and Yeats was 90% convinced that this was the legendary artifact, Gangnir, the Spear of Eternity!
An artifact can greatly enhance the deity, and is even more valuable than the priesthood. The Eternal Spear is an artifact among artifacts, and only one artifact can compete with it!
The gun light suddenly erupted.
Like a meteorite falling to the ground, the entire divine realm trembled, and the sky peeled away a large number of fragments.
Thousands of feet of lightning swallowed Lemuel, and when the deafening sound passed, Yeats saw a big hole in Lemuel's chest, which was healing at a slow speed.
The meteor-like spear fell back into the hands of the King of the Wild Hunt again. Yeats was horrified to see such power that severely damaged the god.
Everyone can speak Chinese.
I am just a rookie who has just been promoted to the second ring. Are you already so good at it?
Could it be that you are a senior who traveled hundreds of years before me?
Is there a trumpet named Emperor Lorraine?
Lemuel flapped his fiery wings and flew into the sky, and the cold and ruthless voice echoed in this world.
“King of the Wild Hunt, you and this human being are both sinners destined to receive divine punishment. You shield the sinner and your crime is increased. Even if you have great power, you will still be punished by this sin. And was judged!”
“Joke!”
The voice of the King of Wild Hunt echoed in the field, blasting like thunder.
"If anyone in the world is guilty, the king will bear the responsibility!"
Yeats: "..."
Brother, you are so handsome!
Boom!
In the realm of souls, an endless army of soul beasts appeared.
The tide of beasts that Chenshuang Ridge faced was simply incomparable to the wave of soul beasts in front of them.
Yeats stood in the Gobi Desert, looking around at the soul beasts coming from all directions, and suddenly felt an invisible force lifting him up and placing him on the saddle behind the King of the Wild Hunt.
The King of the Wild Hunt looked back at Yeats and said calmly:
"Hold on to me, don't fall."
Yeats was stunned, and suddenly He leaned back and quickly grabbed the sharp shoulder armor of the King of the Wild Hunt flying to both sides, only to see the eight-legged horse carrying him and the King of the Wild Hunt into the sky.
Looking down from the sky, the ground was densely packed with soul beasts. While Yeats was palpitating, his thoughts were running wild, and he heard the voice of the King of the Wild Hunt.
“Are you thinking about how to cook soul beasts?”
Yeats was suddenly startled and looked at the King of the Wild Hunt.
"Who are you?!"
"Didn't you say that? It's your adoptive father... Of course, I know it's not a good word, haha." The King of the Wild Hunt smiled.
Yeats was increasingly confused, but at least he was sure that he had no ill intentions towards him.
At the same time, the eight-legged horse galloped in the sky, setting off a black and strong wind, like a moving black mountain, rushing through the army of soul beasts, and the soul beasts swallowed by the black wind disappeared instantly.
Lemuel, who had been watching for a long time, suddenly took action.
A blast of thunder came out of his mouth, like a dancing silver snake, heading straight towards Yeats!
Suddenly.
The King of the Wild Hunt stretched out his palm, grabbed the neck of the thunder snake, tightened his fingers, and held the lightning apart with a 'bang'.
Even Lemuel, who was in charge of the power of thunder, could not help but remain silent at this moment and took a deep look at the King of the Wild Hunt.
“You can take him away in the divine realm, but in the material realm, I will erase him——”
The figure of the divine beast slowly disappeared into the sky.
Yeats: "Just let Him go like that?"
King of the Wild Hunt: "Hunting is important, don't you see there are so many soul beasts?"
Yeats: "..."
It turns out that the hunt of the Wild Hunt is the hunt of the hunt. ?
The King of the Wild Hunt rode the eight-legged divine horse and set off a black wind that snatched away all the fleeing soul beasts, and then allowed the mount to land slowly.
Bang!
Yeats was mercilessly thrown off his horse and fell to the ground, coughing in pain.
"I forgot to say it just now, I don't like men riding with me." The King of the Wild Hunt crossed his arms, "This is a special case."
Yeats stood up and took a photo He dusted himself off and said:
"Why...can you speak [Chinese]?"
"Can't you also?" the King of the Wild Hunt asked.
Yeats was silent. He did not rule out the existence of Chinese in this world, but it was still inconvenient to directly reveal the identity of the time traveler.
"Thank you for your rescue..." Yeats said, "I will pay tribute to you when we get through this difficulty."
"Survive the difficulty?" Wild Hunt Wang smiled half-heartedly, "You know Lemuel in the material realm, killing you is just like killing a chicken?"
Yeats: "...Maybe it's easier to kill me than a chicken."
"Haha." The King of the Wild Hunt smiled hoarsely, changed the subject, and said:
"The flow of time in the divine realm is much slower than that in the material realm. You can stay here and think about countermeasures slowly..."
"Oh, by the way, when you are trapped in the divine realm At the same time, your two little girlfriends are also struggling in the realm of souls. Do you want to see how they escape?"
Yeats was startled: "You two?"
The King of the Wild Hunt sat on the ground, crossed his legs, and tapped his fingertips in the air. Suddenly, a blue mana light screen appeared like a TV screen.
Yeats looked complicated: "The magic in "Uncle from Another World"?"
The King of the Wild Hunt silently raised his head, looked at Yeats, and patted the place beside him.
Yeats was speechless for a while, sitting on the ground, looking up at the picture with the eight-legged horse that was leaning over him.
"Remir has the ability to master illusions and will create the most fearful illusions in people's hearts, leading them to admit their guilt."
The King of the Wild Hunt calmly explained: " Because He can't observe your heart, he created soul beasts to test you, but your two little girlfriends are not so lucky."
The picture first shows Gray's figure, and for some reason, hers are. His face was stained with tears.
It was the first time that Yeats saw Gray, who was so optimistic and heartless, crying. He was inexplicably worried, so he suppressed his temper and stared at the fear in Gray's heart.
*
In fantasy.
Gray looked left and right in the snow-capped mountains, as if she had lost her way. Suddenly, a flying red dragon passed over her head. Gray's eyes suddenly lit up and she waved:
"Great Elder, I'm here!!"
The red dragon flew directly over Gray without paying any attention to it.
Gray was a little disappointed and whispered to herself: "Well, the great elder probably didn't see me."
She walked forward in the mountains for a while, in the wind and snow I saw a blue dragon that kept looking in the mirror, He hurried forward:
"Second Elder, I can't find the direction to go back. Where is our home?"
Lan Long put down the mirror and glanced at Gray with disgust, Talking about others:
"Who are you? Get out of here quickly before I get angry, you ugly dragonborn!"
Gray was startled: "But, Second Elder, it was you who brought me back to the mountain..."< br>
"Get out!" The blue dragon spit out a bolt of lightning and hit the cliff next to Gray. She screamed and ran away.
The lost girl kicked the stone and muttered to herself:
“It’s like this again, you don’t say anything to me, you just get angry at me... I’m stupid, I know , then you can explain slowly..."
At this time, a huge green dragon appeared in front of him. The green dragon was angry and aggressive by nature. It was dozing off in the dragon's nest.
Gray hurriedly said: "Third Elder! The second elder and the first elder ignored me. You are the best. Can you tell me what happened?"
The green dragon opened its doors. He glanced sideways at Gray and said slowly:
"Oh, it's you...it's very simple, you are no longer welcome here."
Gray was shocked: "What did you say?"
"I said, Dragon Country is not the place you should stay. You don't belong to us. It's time to leave here."
Gray stuttered: "But...but this is my home..."
"Home?" the green dragon sneered, "Who gave you this illusion? You are just a mixed dragonborn, what qualifications do you have to stay in the land of dragons?"
Grey's eyes Gradually with tears in her eyes: "Third Elder...you, that's not what you said to me before...you said that this is my home, and no one will abandon me anymore..."
She lowered her head , tears rolled in his eyes, and he said aggrievedly:
"I'm not smart, and I can't be tolerated anywhere, but I will work hard, and I will be useful in the future..."
Gray whispered:
"You, don't abandon me I..."
The King of Wild Hunt pressed the pause button, looked at Yeats and said:
"It seems that what she fears is [being abandoned]."
Yeats: "...You were born to be a narrator, to be honest."
The King of the Wild Hunt wrote lightly: "Look at the next fantasy."
*
Cemetery.
Hilud stood in front of a tombstone for a long time.
The ominous cries of crows echo through the cemetery, and the pine trees cast ghostly shadows.
Hilud leaned over, placed a white flower in front of the tombstone, and whispered:
"Teacher...I'm sorry, if you didn't leave old wounds to save me, you would have You will not die in the duel..."
"I will take your ashes back to the north, and hope that your soul can go to Valhalla..."
At this time, the cemetery There was a sound of breaking ground.
Hilud looked back alertly, her pupils contracted, and in front of her were men and women with blood on their faces and rotting bodies.
"Shilud... We adopted you with good intentions, but it led to death..."
"You will only harm others, Shilud, you are a evil star... "
Hilud's face turned slightly pale, she staggered back half a step, and said feebly:
"No, that's not the case..."
Suddenly, a hand bone grabbed Hilud's ankle. Her face was pale, she looked back at the man who climbed up from the cemetery, and said in a trembling voice:
"Teacher..."
"It was you who killed me, Herod. My death was all because of your fault..."
"No...please listen to my explanation, I..."
Hilud's words were stuck in his throat, and he looked around at the many skeletons crawling up in the cemetery.
Most of them were enemies who died in the hands of Shilud. Some were still very young, some were old, and some were missing arms and legs. They were wailing pain and curses as they staggered towards Shilud.
Zheng!
The sword of the swordsmanship instructor struck at Hilud. She raised her swift sword and barely parried, but was forced to retreat.
“Yes, even you yourself feel guilty.” The swordsmanship instructor’s voice was vicious, “All of this is caused by you!”
Hilud’s hands kept shaking and he noticed He was standing in a pool of blood, blood dripping from the tip of the sword, and the pool of blood spread to his calf.
The King of Wild Hunt pressed pause, looked back at Yeats, and said: "It seems that what she is afraid of is [hurting people close to her], what do you think?" The deceased retained great sympathy, as if all their suffering had been caused by her unfavorable conduct.
Yeats was silent for a moment and said: "Are you sure that their lives will not be in danger?"
The King of the Wild Hunt said calmly: "In fact, their temperament is better than you think. Even more powerful, and with [Destiny] by his side, Remiel's soul realm cannot help them."
Yeats said unexpectedly: "Destiny?"
King of the Wild Hunt: "Some people are born with extraordinary destinies, and fate favors them particularly. And some people are rejected by fate. Their fate will not stop here, but you...may not ”
Yeats: “…Can we say something auspicious?”
King of the Wild Hunt: “Hehe, let’s continue reading”
*
Snowy mountains. Night falls.
Gray sat alone next to the cliff, curled up and looking lonely.
There is no place left for me to go.
In the world at the foot of the mountain, there are so many houses with warm bonfires in them, but they are other people's homes and have nothing to do with me.
Gray let out a breath of cold air, rubbed her hands, raised her head, and was suddenly startled.
She saw the starry sky.
The starlight is so bright and dazzling, every star is like a shining diamond.
Gray's eyes flashed slightly, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand, softly counted the stars in the sky, and hummed in a low voice:
"Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is filled with little stars..."
Gray was suddenly startled.
Where did you learn this song?
So strange and warm... Gray raised his arm and wiped his warm eyes.
She heard the gentle singing in her ears.
That was a clear male voice that I had vaguely heard somewhere.
“Floating in the worldly clouds and smoke, like diamonds in the night sky...”
Suddenly, Gray's eyes narrowed, he grabbed the hand ax at his waist and threw it into the sky with all his strength!
Crack!
The sky curtain was like a huge piece of glass that was hit by a stone, cracked and then completely collapsed.
In the darkness, a faint sigh sounded.
"The descendants of the oldest dragon... you still need to carry the bones of the doomsday on your shoulders... leave this place..."
Gray stretched out his hand to catch the flying axe, wiped his nose proudly, and snorted coldly.
"Humph, I just said I was smart!"
*
Cemetery.
Hilud continued to parry the attacks of the swordsmanship instructor in a pool of blood, and the wailing undead continued to torture her nerves.
"Your hands are stained with the blood of your loved ones, and they will never be clean no matter what you do."
The swordsmanship instructor's voice was low: "Your sword will be shamed because of this!"
Hilud's gaze For a flash, these words seemed familiar.
Why do swords fight?
Just like Lorraine's poetry collection, when will the spear turn into an olive branch? When will the flames of war turn into white doves? The answer is blowing in the wind.
"Be a queen who protects others, Hilud."
The young man's unswerving tone echoed in his ears.
“Your sword is for this fight!”
Zheng!
Suddenly, Hilud slashed out a majestic sword force, the sword edge swept across, and all the undead were retreated.
The figure of the swordsmanship instructor slowly disappeared, and his resentful tone was replaced by a peaceful one, with a kind smile on his face.
"Hilud, you are my proudest student, remember what I said..."
"Sooner or later the sword's edge will rust, and I have to find your scabbard..." "
Hilud stood quietly in the cemetery. A ray of sunshine broke through the dark clouds and fell on the white daisies in the cemetery.
"Teacher, I have found the scabbard." Hilud said softly.
……
Gobi Desert.
The King of the Wild Hunt crossed his arms and nodded: "They don't need you at all."
Yeats complained: "It's all thanks to me."
The King of the Wild Hunt shrugged noncommittally and said:
"Now, there is still the biggest problem in front of you..."
"When you leave the divine realm and the flow of time returns to normal, how will you face Remiel in the material realm?"
Yeats was silent for a long time and said seriously:
"Father, do you have any idea?"
"Don't call me foster father." The King of the Wild Hunt said calmly Said, "Remir used a bishop as a medium to let his body come down in the material realm. I can't do anything about him, but..."
Yeats pricked up his ears: "But what?"
"But, I can lend you my power -"
Yeats could not distinguish the Wild Hunt through the cold and heavy black helmet The true thoughts of the king.
"I can tell you one thing. The seven apostles are the enemies that I must get rid of." The King of Wild Hunt said in a cold voice.
“And your body serves as a [container], allowing my power to come in the material realm. Although it can only last for three minutes, it is enough to push Remiel back to the divine realm.” The King of Wild Hunt said. , “And after that, it’s a contest between me and Him.”
Yeats: "Are you Ultraman too? You can only come for three minutes?"
At this time.
The King of the Wild Hunt taps the screen, and the screen changes again, showing the real-life scene:
Grey and Herod, guarding Yeats who is sitting in a sleigh chair and looking lost, face each other. Although there was no hope of survival for the invincible Remiel, his eyes were extremely firm.
Under the sky, the divine beast Lemuel slowly raised his right palm, his claws condensing some powerful combat skills.
All movements seemed to have slowed down thirty-two times, but time passed by little by little, and Remiel's concentrated offensive was also approaching Yeats little by little.
"Although the flow of time in the divine realm has slowed down, the outside world is still changing. The moment you go out, Lemuel must have launched an offensive against you."
Crazy. The King of Hunters said in a cold tone: "You'd better decide quickly whether to use my power."
Yeats frowned.
My mind is filled with plots such as body snatching and the resurrection of evil gods.
"So, what is the price?" Yeats said, "If you want to borrow power, you must pay a price. I am sure of this."
The King of the Wild Hunt nodded and said: "You are right, But to be honest, both your soul and your body are too useless. I don’t care at all. Even if I want to take over, I would choose someone with better talent. What do you think?”
Yeats: "... Broken the defense."
The King of the Wild Hunt rubbed his chin: "However, rules are rules. It's like making a deal with the devil. You have to pay something... What can you give as a price? Something?”
Yeats reached out and touched in his arms, took out a stack of parchment, and said weakly:
"Father, this is "Young Lorraine" that I just wrote. Do you think this is worth the price?"
The King of the Wild Hunt was visibly stunned for a moment, took the parchment and flipped through it hastily. Weird tone:
"The writing is okay..."
Yeats: "After all, he is the chosen one for art."
"Then, the deal is established."
< br>
The King of the Wild Hunt put away the pile of parchment and said calmly:
"Just give the unfinished volumes to the Wild Hunt."
Yeats: "... ”
What’s going on? Can I exchange the power of the Holy Realm with the Little Yellow Book?
I wonder what Father Andres would think if he knew about it.
"When the Soul Realm is lifted, your soul will return to your body." The King of Wild Hunt said in a serious voice, "And Remiel's offensive will also attack you at that moment. You must not be stunned. You must be there. The first moment after his consciousness returned, he called for my arrival."
Yeats nodded: "What should I do?"
"Take this-"
< br>The King of the Wild Hunt handed over the gleaming Spear of Eternity.
The identification panel appeared in front of Yeats' eyes, and he trembled with fright.
"The Eternal Spear 'Gangnir': a legendary artifact. The tip of the spear is engraved with the original runes, which can break through all defenses. The handle of the spear is made of branches of the World Tree. It is indestructible, like a meteor or lightning. When equipped, it provides the following attributes Bonuses and spells: ?"
Yeats:? ? ?
No, buddy, I have just been promoted to the second ring, you give Gangnir to me?
The max-level boss shows off his arsenal to the newbie in the second ring, right?
The King of the Wild Hunt seemed to have seen through Yeats’s thoughts and said calmly:
"Of course I have to return it. When you leave this place, pierce the tip of the eternal spear into the ground, and then shout out my name - the king of madness and hunting!"
Ye Zhi listened to this word-for-word saying and complained:
"Isn't this too middle-class?"
"The key is fashion, do you understand fashion?" Crazy The king of hunting.
Yeats nodded and said crazy nonsense:
"Understood, just like Kamen Rider has to shout "Transformation" before transforming, he also has to shout "Diga" when pressing the Divine Light Stick.
"Now Gangnir is the Divine Light Stick, wait for me As soon as you get out, I'll call you up and we'll kill each other randomly. This is our hot-blooded combo! "
The King of the Wild Hunt said speechlessly: "What are you talking about in your chatter... Come on, hold the Eternal Spear! "
"Are you sure I can hold the artifact? I'm only the second ring..." Yeats said uncertainly.
The King of the Wild Hunt said impatiently: "You can take it if you are told! ”
Yeats did as he was told. The moment he put his finger on the spear of eternity, the majestic pressure coming from it seemed to crush his soul.
“Don’t let go!” the King of Wild Hunt shouted coldly.
Yeats held the Eternal Spear tightly, and the severe pain made him roar. Thinking of the scene of the snow leopard charging towards Lemuel, his fingers tightened even more!
"Haha... good fighting spirit." The King of Wild Hunt said with a hint of surprise, "Don't forget what I said, I'm going to lift the divine realm, three, two, one!"
In an instant.
The flow of time returns to normal.
Yeats opened his eyes suddenly.
Under the canopy, the majestic power of the sanctuary firmly locks you in!
"Yeats, are you awake?!" Gray said in surprise.
“Buy me time!”
Yeats answered quickly, looking down at his palm with a stern look.
In his hand, he held a lightning spear glowing with brilliance, and the majestic aura surging through it made Yeats' blood surge.
The same moment.
Lemiel's eyes were cold, and he slashed with his sharp claws, cutting the air like a blade, and came with the rumble of thunder!
Yeats left the sleigh chair and drove the spear of eternity into the ground.
Lemuel's slash was about to cut Yeats in half, and Hilud condensed a ruby shield in his hand and stood in front of him resolutely.
Crack!
The shield didn't even hold up for tenths of a second before it completely shattered.
The divinity of the Black Knight hidden in Hilud's body broke out and transformed into the appearance of the Black Knight, only gaining a second.
Zheng!
The sword slashed along the black knight's head, instantly killing the avatar.
Hilud screamed in pain, a hideous knife mark ran from top to bottom along the left side of her face, and her face was covered with blood. She is blind in her left eye and has scars that will not heal.
In the moment of fighting for life.
Yeats knelt down on one knee, and the Spear of Eternity pierced into the ground revealed a magic circle. The magic circle shone brightly, and a majestic aura of wild hunting surged from it!
“Come on——”
Yeats said in a solemn voice: "King of the Wild Hunt!!"
Behind Yeats, a black wind covered the sky and sun emerged, and in the storm of lightning and thunder, a mad force emerged. Hunting army!
Lemil's pupils flashed slightly, and there was a hint of disbelief on his majestic face.
See you.
Behind the silver-haired boy, an illusion of a huge demonic wolf appeared! !
According to legend, Fenrir was the demon wolf who devoured the gods at Ragnarok.
He stood behind Yeats, opened his bloody mouth, and swallowed Yeats whole! !
The sky trembled violently, and when the illusion of the demon wolf disappeared, a figure wearing black armor appeared where the silver-haired boy was!
He wears a steel helmet, with black flames flashing in the gaps, and wears black armor, with roaring wolf heads engraved on both sides of the shoulder armor!
The King of the Wild Hunt... No, Yeats's eyes were cold and stern, he looked down at his palm and slowly clenched it.
Lemuel's eyes flickered, revealing the shock of humanity!
(End of this chapter)