Chapter 213 Kill Pedro! Herod's dragon-slaying sword!
Pan's Flute plays a melancholy dance music, just like the God of Death appearing in a groggy dream. Endless souls come in like a tide, most of them are the souls of Pedro's men.
The undead fought with Pedro, dragging him into a sea of resentment.
Pedro's character is so determined that it can be called terrifying. He has never felt remorse for killing innocent people. The holy flames on his body are burning, constantly evaporating the dead into soot.
There are also a small number of souls, showing pale girlish faces, trapped in this forest because the maypole was broken, ignorant, not knowing what happened, because of Yeats' dance music And with joy, they sang together under the moonlight.
The chorus is both ethereal and magical. Together with the dance music, it drowns out the din of the war, dispels the smell of blood, and eliminates the cruelty of death, leaving only the carnival dance.
The ghosts sang in chorus: "The wind blows and the stars sink, the dark moon gathers its light, the magic sound is flying, thousands of sparks fly!"
"Enough!"
Pedro suddenly strangled the soul of a young girl, and the iron fist burning with holy fire penetrated the pale body from behind.
But this soul just let out a charming laugh, slowly drifted away, and disappeared.
"Sinners, you should cry bitterly and repent!"
Pedro's eyes were cold and stern, and a majestic white halo suddenly opened up, and the ghost illuminated by this halo was instantly wiped out.
“Stop everything!”
Judging by the strength of the Five Rings, Pedro is the best among the Five Rings, and he is convinced that his career is a righteous act, and his will Especially firm.
Yeats didn’t want to argue with him anymore, so he used his life to offer a requiem to the innocent creatures who were persecuted to death by him!
"Do it, Herod!"
In the center of the silver moon, a figure with a flying cloak, holding the hilt of the giant sword with both hands, suddenly chopped it down!
Yeats's pupils reflected the shocking blow of Herod wielding the giant sword in the moonlight. It was a combination of power and beauty, and a highlight of the ultimate sword skill.
The giant sword she held in her hand was like a rough piece of iron. The lines on the sword were hot and red, reflecting her cold golden eyes!
Yeats's heart trembled.
Thinking about it carefully, there has been no contact for more than three months.
But the memories of getting along reappeared all the time, and the moment she appeared, the colors became extremely vivid!
Even though the evil eye apostle domain is covering me and I have to face off against the strong men with five rings, I, Yeats, am still invincible!
Valkyrie save me! !
The slash cut through the sky and hit Pedro on the back. The majestic power exploded instantly. The woods on all sides were crushed by the strong wind in rows. Pedro's steel-like body exploded with a line of blood!
The burly black monk suddenly stiffened, with an unbelievable look in his eyes.
He slowly turned his head and looked at the red-haired woman who appeared behind him.
Hilud maintained the posture of slashing with the sword, with a scarred cheek showing the beauty of incompleteness and heroism, and her red hair shawl flying in the moonlight.
Pedro lowered his head and found that a long ravine had broken open under his feet, which extended until it stopped in front of the white-haired old man.
"That red hair is still such a powerful woman..." Pedro grinned and looked at Hilud, showing his mouth full of blood, "Haha, I have already guessed your origin, What about you..."
Pedro turned his head and looked sharply at the "white-haired old man" with burning eyes.
"I have a close relationship with the descendants of the Red-haired King... I have read your information in the church documents. Is it you? Baron Yeats?"
Yeats was silent For a moment, he didn't answer, but looked at Hilud.
Hilud obviously recognized Yeats, clenching the giant sword in her hand, her hoarse voice sounded in the communication technique:
"Stand behind me, I will solve it."
Yeats’s enemies were her enemies. Herod was so sure.
Because the moment the sword is unsheathed, the scabbard already knows what needs to be killed.
Yeats is her scabbard... Without him, her thinking will be slow and hesitant, and her sword will become rusty, but as long as she is by his side, it can become an indomitable edge.
What's more, Hilud no longer wants to see the relatives and friends he values fall in front of him again.
So... Hilud stared at the black monk in front of him, remembering the situation in the Remiel incident, his eyes gradually turned cold.
Now that things have come to this, there is only one thing left to do: kill!
Yeats obviously felt that after the last separation, Hilud's temperament had changed somewhat, as if she had experienced many tests of life and death, and became calmer and more determined.
The sense of security from a big sister!
Yeats sent a message:
“Be careful, he is very strong, and there is a second stage!”
Yeats remembers very clearly that Pedro, the villain in the spring event in "Phantom Wings", after being cut off from life, will be resurrected with full health due to God's blessing, and will explode with more powerful combat power.
Originally, Pedro can fight and resist. He is a warrior-type BOSS. In the second stage, a pair of wings will be spread out from behind, making his mobility even more terrifying.
Although Hilud has been promoted to the fifth ring and has the Sword in the Tree at his side, if he does not know that Pedro still has a second stage, he will easily suffer a big loss.
But Yeats took advantage of his prophetic advantage and directly told Hilud this information, which made Hilud's eyes narrow slightly.
She can understand what Yeats meant by the second stage. After all, the second stage of the unknown old man in The Sword in the Tree Trial left her with quite painful memories.
Hilud nodded: "I will pay more attention."
"Don't you want to admit it, Baron Yeats?"
Pedro stared at Yeats, his eyes seemed to be penetrated. Through his ever-changing mask, he immediately grinned: "Okay, then I will prove it myself!"
The hideous wound on his back that was opened by Hilud, the flesh and blood squirmed quickly, and new flesh quickly grew. , the injury healed at an astonishing speed.
With a loud 'bang' sound, he stamped his foot on the ground, creating a huge crater. His body instantly disappeared on the spot and appeared directly in front of Yeats, with a giant iron-clamp-like palm reaching for his throat!
Once caught by this giant palm, his neck would be easily broken. Yeats had no intention of confronting Pedro head-on, so he used his flash technique to move to the limit distance of five meters.
But Pedro anticipated the flash and followed closely like a ghost with terrifying explosive power. All this happened in the flash of lightning, with only a loud "clang" sound.
Hilud used the 'Black Knight's Blessing·Castling of the King's Car' to change positions with Yeats, and blocked Pedro's fist with his horizontal giant sword, and there was a clanging sound of metal collision. A strange force caused Hilud to move his feet back a few meters, carving out a dirt path.
“Before the majesty of God, offer awe and praise!”
Pedro’s fists were like two siege hammers, one after another, hitting the giant with one punch after another. On top of the sword.
The superimposed force is continuous, like ocean waves, each punch is stronger than the last, and the sword in the tree is so hot as it is forged!
If it were an ordinary weapon, it would have been turned into powder by Pedro's crazy attack.
But as a legendary weapon, the Sword in the Tree was made by a dwarf master craftsman and soaked in dragon blood. Its strength is beyond Pedro's ability to shake!
The more Pedro bombarded the Iron Fist, the more he felt something was wrong in his hand. He was secretly surprised that the weapon in her hand was definitely extraordinary!
Hilud seized the gap and suddenly slashed horizontally. This sword 'bang' drove Pedro back and opened a deep sword mark on the valley cliff behind him!
Smoke billowed and rubble filled the sky. Pedro climbed up among the ruins. The injury on his abdomen was horrific, and his broken organs and blood clots were all over the ground. He raised his gums and hissed:
"It hurts... it hurts, but sin must be judged!"
Bang!
Ignoring his injuries, Pedro rushed out again, exploded with sonic booms, and unleashed a flurry of heavy punches.
But in the eyes of Hilud, his offensive was unstructured and could not be compared with the nameless old man's combat skills. Despite this, Hilud did not relax his vigilance at all. The giant sword slashed out sword winds, attacking and defending for more than ten rounds in an instant!
Yeats had no way to intervene in the battle between the five-ringed warriors. He took this opportunity to come to the collapsed Maypole and think about the possibility of repairing it.
“It’s useless.”
The ghost of a tattooed woman floated beside Yeats and said dejectedly:
“There are many special things on the Maypole. The magic circle was drawn by the high priest himself. Without the corresponding wisdom, it is impossible to restore the Maypole to its original state."
When it comes to issues related to wisdom, Yeats decisively asked Feitan to come forward and said: "Feitan, the task of redrawing the magic circle will be left to you!"
Feitan observed the collapsed Maypole for a long time and said slowly: "I seem to have seen the corresponding magic circle, but I have forgotten how to draw it specifically..."
"Minerva's The spring is here, drink quickly and take care of it!”
Feitan’tontonton’ Drinking heavily from the Fountain of Minerva that Yeats picked up in his palm, his eyes gradually glowed with light, and he immediately said:
"I will make the pattern of the magic circle appear in your mind, Yeats, and then you come Draw!”
“There is no drawing tool!”
"Use reeds for pens and birch sap for ink!"
Under Feitan's instructions, Yeats used vines to re-tie the collapsed maypole, and then began to draw a magic circle on it.
His movement attracted the curious eyes of a group of undead. They surrounded Yeats, with hope shining in their eyes. If the maypole can be repaired, they can hope to rest in the underworld!
"Douya, go help Hilud and seize the opportunity to give Pedro a flying kick!" Yeats took the time to order.
“Get the order!” The little squirrel climbed up the treetop lightly, looking at the battle situation on the other side and spying on the opportunity.
Bang!
Pedro was blasted into the cliff by Hilud, and smoke billowed, but Hilud suddenly felt a sense of crisis, and Pedro was no longer visible on the cliff!
"On top of your head!" Drill Tooth reminded loudly.
Hilud looked up, only to see Pedro leaping high, with his back to the moon, with flaming wings formed by the gathering of holy flames spread out on his body. His fingers were crossed and clenched into a fist, and he exploded with great force. Smash it down!
The temperature rose sharply at this moment, and Pedro fell from the sky, like the wrath of divine punishment.
Combat Technique: Holy Flame Crash!
Boom! !
The ground under Herod's feet cracked, collapsed, and collapsed. With her as the center, a large pit with a radius of nearly a kilometer was sunk. Hilud was located in the center of the pit bottom, and the huge pit was full of spider web-like cracks. !
She was a little surprised by the strength shown by Pedro. Even the sword in the tree used to parry the heavy punch made a trembling sword sound under the punch.
Boom! !
The strength gradually dissipated, and the two people faced each other at the bottom of the pit.
"Is this your limit?" Hilud's mouth was numb, he stabilized his trembling arms, and asked coldly.
In the violent explosion, Pedro had lost his hearing and murmured piously:
"God, I have reached the limit, please let me go to your country..." ”
Before he could finish his words, Hilud slashed down with his heavy sword, slashing it diagonally on Pedro’s chest, killing the last trace of life!
Bang!
He fell to the ground, blood gushing out from his body and forming a pool of blood.
Hirud confirmed that he had lost all vitality and was about to turn around when Yeats's reminder rose in her heart. She stopped and stared closely at Pedro's body.
Then, Hilud's eyes opened slightly, and an incredible...miracle came.
A beam of blood-red light fell from the sky and enveloped Pedro's body.
As if going back in time, the blood flowing out actually flowed back into Pedro's body!
And his shriveled body expanded again. On his back, two tumors pierced through the flesh, quickly grew in size, and turned into angel-like wings!
Hilud's eyes were solemn, and an indescribable depression rose in her heart. I saw that on the fleshy wings, the wings gradually became plump, and then they opened their eyes one after another, peeking around.
Pedro's fallen body actually got up again and stood up, with his feet floating in the air and the wings behind his back vibrating!
This strange scene of resurrection from the dead made Hilud clenched the hilt of the sword and stopped cautiously.
Pedro did not launch a counterattack, but looked up at the sky blankly.
Gradually, two lines of tears slid down his face.
“I heard the word of God.”
Pedro’s eyes gradually became fanatical.
"God has never abandoned me, He has always been with me!"
The same moment.
Yeats put down his reed pen and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done!"
The Maypole has been repaired, and the mana lines on it are shining.
The undead were shocked and unbelievable, and expressed their gratitude to Yeats one after another.
Yeats was about to light the Maypole when, near the valley, Pedro flapped his wings to attract his attention.
We have really entered the second stage!
At this moment, Pedro's body shows the aura of the sixth ring, but his soul power is still at the fifth ring. He cannot be given time to continue to recover. Attacking is the top priority!
"Hilud, attack directly, don't give him a chance to breathe!" Yeats sent a message.
Faced with the unknown, people will always instinctively stop moving forward. Hillud originally wanted to make more observations, but when she heard Yeats’s reminder, her heart trembled.
She obtained the true name of the Sword in the Tree from the King of the Wild Hunt and possesses winning combat skills!
Pedro unfolded his flaming wings, suspended in mid-air, slowly stretched out his palm, and the surging holy light energy gathered in his palm. The aura of this offensive was even more amazing than all of Pedro's previous punches put together!
Blessing and Divine Glory!
The magic net has been torn into pieces, and a turbulent flow of mana has formed in the valley. Hundreds of dead souls melted like snow under the light, and there was no room for screams.
The faces familiar to Yeats, Little Andel, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, the Tattooed Woman...these dead souls are shrouded in the holy light and can no longer rest in the underworld.
At this moment, Pedro, armed with two wings, was like a god with almost no chance of victory!
However, now that Hilud has obtained the Sword in the Tree, she can exert even more amazing power than this blessing!
Yeats was about to send a message, but he saw that under the overwhelming pressure, the red-haired beauty had begun to use the power of Grammer.
I see... Yeats knew it in her heart... She already knew the true name of the sword in the tree!
Hilud raised the giant sword, word by word, and recited the spell:
"Ge, La, Mo."
Buzz——
The giant sword in her hand, the lines on the sword boiled violently, shining with hot red light. Suddenly, this red light shot into the sky, condensing a terrifying illusion behind Pedro.
The black clouds lowered, and a ferocious red dragon slowly emerged from behind Pedro. The sky exploded with thunder, like the wrath of God, making the red dragon even more ferocious!
Pedro turned to look back, but suddenly he realized that the threat did not come from the red dragon, but from the red-haired woman leaping high into the sky!
The giant sword held in Hilud's hand, the runes on it burst out with flaming brilliance. The size of the already astonishing giant sword shrouded in rainbow light skyrocketed again!
Under the sky, Hilud holds a giant black and red lightsaber.
This sword seems to split the sky in half!
Pedro was filled with horror. What kind of huge sword was this? What kind of creature should it be used to kill? !
The next moment.
The giant sword slashed down.
The red dragon formed from the illusion above his head was beheaded by the black and red lightsaber!
Pedro looked up, looking at the sword light that continued to fall, his face full of shock.
This is the giant sword used to slay dragons! !
Glam, the legendary sword of divine wrath that slays evil dragons.
At this moment, using the messenger of God as a sword-testing stone, he struck out a sword that made the mountain peaks tremble!
Combat Skill·Slay the Dragon!
“Ahhhhhh!!”
Pedro, who was reborn, pushed the holy light to the extreme, trying his best to compete with the falling sword.
But.
Even with God watching.
This sword is far beyond Pedro’s imagination!
Pedro felt panicked for the first time in this battle. All the blood in his body went cold, and he was extremely shocked!
How is this possible? Pedro roared: "I have God's will, how could I be buried here!!"
His confidence was insufficient, and the force of the sword had split the protective fighting spirit into pieces.
Pedro's body was torn with determination, and he said painfully and unwillingly:
"No, this is impossible! I will definitely get another miracle!!"
The holy light gradually became weaker.
Even the gaze of God, in the face of the wrath of the old gods, could not save the situation for Pedro!
Boom! !
Pedro's body was shattered into pieces under the sword light.
This time, no more miracles will happen.
And his soul was lingering in the air, dazed, as if he was still shocked by the sword just now.
"I actually...lost?" Pedro felt incredulous and lost his mind, "I, after all, failed to go to the Kingdom of God?"
"Wait a minute - you guys What to do?”
Pedro's eyes reflected the soul of the deceased who was seeking his life, and he was horrified in his heart!
Thousands of undead swarmed up, tearing at Pedro's soul.
His soul cried out in pain, begging for mercy.
The pain he once inflicted on others was repeated on him exponentially!
What responded to him was the chorus of ghosts on Valpus Night!
"I am quite happy here, enjoying myself with others without any worries.
Since the devil is here, the good god must also come!"
Yeats recalled in his mind that Herod had almost killed him just now. The big sword that opened the sky, his eyes were shocked.
What about the second stage BOSS?
Just sent it?
He was resurrected and killed instantly with a sword, what is there to say!
That’s it.
Pedro was completely beheaded.
Yeats felt as if a huge stone had fallen from the bottom of his heart.
There were undead spirits constantly hovering around him and Herod, either sobbing and crying, laughing with joy, or feeling sincere gratitude.
"The maypole has been repaired, you can go to the underworld with peace of mind." Yeats said with a smile.
The ghosts crawled into the Maypole one after another, expressing their gratitude and thanks all the time.
Click, click——
The sound of footsteps sounded.
Yeats followed the sound and left.
Under the moonlight, Hilud was covered in blood, holding his injured arm and walked up to him.
Using Grammer's combat skills requires a price, and wielding such a huge sword costs an entire arm.
Although his arm could recover, Yeats could still feel the heartbreaking pain when Herod swung the sword.
Yeats took off his mask, looked at the red-haired beauty, and was silent for a moment.
A long time ago, when he first met Hilud, Yeats only regarded her as a tool in the game.
But now, Herod has become his inseparable and close comrade-in-arms and companion.
She was injured many times because of herself, and it was impossible for Yeats not to be shaken.
"I'm sorry."
Yeats felt a little guilty and whispered:
"If I could be stronger..."
"It's just a broken bone, a minor injury." Herod smiled softly, her eyes curling up into beautiful crescents, "I promised that I would protect you well."
Yeats was startled, his eyes flickering.
Immediately, Yeats stretched out his hand, pulled Herod, who was covered in blood, into his arms forcefully.
He didn't know if doing this would seem abrupt. The two hadn't seen each other for several months, and there might have been a slight estrangement.
However, in order to fight against something that must be defeated, Gray and Herod are the few companions he can completely trust and rely on.
He longed for Herod's body heat.
A hug can bring Yeats a lot of comfort.
Hilud was slightly startled, her whole body stiffened, and she was helpless and allowed Yeats to hug her.
Gradually, her eyes softened.
Like an ocean-going ship returning to a warm harbor and taking off its sails, the cold current from the north meets the warm ocean from the south, creating a rich fishing ground.
Herod gently placed her chin on Yeats's shoulder and whispered:
"I miss you very much."
We haven't seen you for many months, and the faint feeling of alienation is also expressed in hope. Lourdes melted away quickly in her words.
Suspecting that he had heard wrongly, Yeats lowered his head and looked at Hilud's pale golden eyes, and saw the gentleness of water waves in those iceberg eyes.
Hirud felt Yeats's body temperature and whispered softly: "I miss you very much."
Yeats was stunned for a moment, and a surge of joy arose in his heart, and brand-new strength seemed to surge out of his limbs.
Da! clatter! clatter!
The red shoes danced back and forth around the maypole, urging Yeats on.
Hurry up and hold the ceremony. What are you waiting for? The Evil Eye Apostle is still looking at you two!
Yeats coughed lightly and looked back at the top of Brocken Mountain, and happened to meet the eyes of the Evil Eye Apostle.
Yeats: "..."
What are you looking at? After killing the soldiers, the next one will kill you!
(End of this chapter)