harleyscars Chapter 191 The End of the Journey
Chapter 191 The End of the Journey
Chapter 191 The End of the Journey
The original owner of the hunting dragon armor is nowhere to be found. The armor he left behind, which was stained with the blood of the ancient dragon, is entwined with the thunder light of the hunting dragon. A thick crescent-shaped ax blade with a flattened edge.
Although the dragon-hunting armor driven by Lothric magic only retained a bit of the style of the original dragon-hunting days, the pressure as heavy as a mountain made people feel overwhelmed.
The dragon hunting armor, one of the three dragon hunting warriors at the beginning, turned into the gatekeeper of Lothric, the country of dragon belief, after a long time. Manipulated by magic, is he also eager to be sent back to the peaceful world? in death and rest?
Ron glanced at the gigantic patrol butterfly stretching tens of meters in the sky, and the alchemy revolver that appeared instantly was filled with a silver-white dragon-hunting bullet. There was a huge roar, and the clumsy flying moonlight Butterfly has no possibility of dodging.
But a flash of thunder came first, shattering the silver-white bullet.
The dragon hunting armor lowered the dragon hunting ax in his hand, he raised the heavy shield, and charged forward with roaring steps!
The odd-shaped big ax entangled with golden lightning is not an object that can be bounced back. The blunt-edged big ax smashed a pit where stone chips splashed, and the exploded ray silk splashed spiderweb-like thunder patterns on the ground.
The giant sword burning with black alchemy flames didn't even leave a mark on his armor. This armor soaked in the blood of the ancient dragon could not be burned even by dragon flames.
Just like a gnat shaking a tree, Manyan's giant sword didn't even make his body shake a little bit, he wouldn't feel pain, he wouldn't feel tired, as long as the magic power wasn't exhausted, it could fight forever until Turn yourself into a twisted mass of scrap iron.
The roar of the chainsaw once again echoed on the battlefield transformed from the bridge, and the huge shield swung backwards was torn crazily by the whirling sawtooth, and the giant shield forged from molten iron burst out a stream of glaring sparks.
A figure flying upside down more than ten meters directly smashed into the guardrail of the bridge. Ron, who was biting a mouthful of blood and trying not to spit it out, grabbed the edge of the bridge.
The gray-black mist is like the mouth of an abyss, waiting for his fall and scream.
The warm power brought by the oath of gold and stone seems to be relieving the dull pain in his body. As the heavy footsteps got closer, Ron, who gritted his teeth and climbed up the bridge again, dodged a blow in a little embarrassment. Drop down.
The hollow helmet of the dragon hunting armor looked at him, and seemed to be speaking silently, this tiny amount of power couldn't completely free him.
A fragment of elements with a little warmth was condensed, spitting out the bruise in his mouth, and Ron, who had recovered some of his physical strength and spirit, did not intend to retreat in such an embarrassing manner.
The chainsaw sword has been able to leave a deep groove on the shield of the dragon hunting armor. This weapon with amazing destructive power has become Ron's sharpest fangs now under the blessing of the knight's undead. Then there is hope of defeating him.
What's more, compared to Guda, the pressure brought by the dragon hunting armor is more suitable for Ron to integrate the results of his devil training in the past few months.
Teacher Gu Da could no longer force him to his current limit, and only this limit could make his blood boil.
The three consecutive blows of the dragon hunting ax made the stone bridge under his feet flying, and the blunt attack of the heavy shield after that made those blind patients with headaches splitting and jumping on their feet. Ron jumped three or four meters after a series of dodges. The impact from the heavy shield vibrating the air even made people stagger slightly.
As the dragon-hunting ax was raised high, the golden thunder seemed to fall from the sky. The dazzling thunder made a loud noise, and the ax wrapped in thunder shook a circle covering one-third of the bridge deck. The giant thunder net, no matter how light the footsteps are, it can't dodge this huge range attack.
He couldn't make a hard move like Gungun, and then dismantle his move to blow up the opponent, and he couldn't instantly pierce the gap between the armor and dismember him like the old knight. He could only rely on the blessing of the gold and stone, and Ron, blessed by the sun, was here When he smashed down with the ax blade wrapped in the thunder, he rushed into the center of the thunder that he couldn't get close to before.
The instant pain and numbness turned into a burning and tearing sensation like swallowing fire, black smoke rose from his stiff body, his hair was scorched, his skin was cracked and blackened by lightning, but the chainsaw in his hand was piercing The roaring still didn't stop.
C-level resistance to magic is not aimed at magic, but the magic that drives magic. The passive protection that can weaken or even block the flow of magic is also the root cause of Ron's ability to touch non-physical energy creatures—ghosts. .
Although the thunder has exceeded the limit of the resistance to magic power, it has also weakened a lot of damage caused by the golden lightning.
The twitching muscle fibers were tensed slightly in the hoarse roar from the throat, and the muscles tightened like a steel rope pulled those disobedient twitching threads back on track, because the summoning thunder and lightning swung the ax down and The short body was trampled by a pair of big feet, and the swirling sawtooth let out the sharpest neighing. The armor forged from the molten iron was chopped into countless powders under this terrible cutting force, and the hot sparks were no less In the thunder that just bloomed.
The armor connecting the right arm and the shoulder was torn apart inch by inch in the roar. Ron grabbed the red tassel on the back of the armor's head, and pulled the chainsword in his hand while climbing onto the giant's shoulder.
After the roaring sawtooth cut off the link between the arm and the body, it hit the thick shoulder armor and sent thousands of fine dust flying away.
The dragon-hunting armor that seemed to be roaring silently raised its head, and the dragon-hunter with the broken arm opened up the height of the world. The patrolling butterfly as the manipulator is also a creation of Lothric magic, which is beyond its setting. The recorded battle made the armor suddenly stiff.
But in this moment, the left arm holding the giant shield swung upwards, hitting the shield with a burst of air to drive away the villain who was on the giant's shoulder in an instant. The blunt blow still caused Ron to hold his chest and spit out a pool of blood.
There are probably cracks in the sternum with faint dents, but the dull pain from the heart makes the boiling blood flow faster in the body, and the surging magic power is accelerated to the extreme at this moment.
A feeling of lightness arises spontaneously.
A line of blue light lit up, and the pumping heart stopped for a moment at this moment. Then it let out an unprecedented powerful beat.
This familiar feeling seems familiar, but at that time, the magic lines that were forcibly activated by Fox's magic power did not bring such a feeling of transformation to Ron. The magic lines activated by himself were constantly correcting his body. Minor flaws were corrected, and the boiling dragon blood in the body brought the power of transformation to this body.
The star magic patterns that represent the body of the dragon are shining brightly. The original heavy injuries are quickly healed and repaired when the dragon's blood boils. With the hot blood flowing, the inexhaustible physical strength needs to be vented and released.
The roaring chainsword extinguished its sound at this moment, and after catching the impact of the giant shield with his physical body, Ron, who hugged the shoulder of the dragon hunting armor affectionately, grinned.
"Let me see you on your way."
The muzzle of the bolt gun pressed against the chest of the dragon hunting armor, and the alchemy explosive detonated by the high-compression magic power made a deafening blast, and the thick molten iron breastplate couldn't stop the fire that was turned into a temporary treasure. With the alchemy warhead, a hole big enough for an adult to get into appeared in the torn and shattered chest in an instant.
Countless shattered armor fragments tore Ron, who was facing the dragon hunting armor, into a bloody man, but the hideous or subtle wounds were forcibly closed under the constant tension of the muscles to stop the bleeding.
The heavy dragon hunting shield fell on the stone bridge, and the torn body could no longer complete any movements, but the magic that restrained it still did not fail.
Ron looked at the patrol butterfly flying slowly in the sky again. He pulled out the alchemy revolver, filled the magazine with silver-white dragon hunting bullets, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Ron has no way to make the alchemy bullet that can break a big hole in the dragon's skull. Every bullet is a heavy gold Galleon, but at this moment there is no heartache, only an indescribable joy and joy. comfortable.
The vast abyss shrouded in gray-black weapons was stirred up by the fallen patrol butterfly wreckage, and the huge mouth like the abyss swallowed its huge body silently.
On the bridge deck, the dragon hunter armor that was freed from the shackles slowly turned into dust of the soul, and a faint warmth remained here, but the dragon hunter who had been speechless for a long time could not continue to speak any words.
Try the jumping thunder light flickering on your fingertips, and the thunder guns of hunting dragons gathering in your palm. This is the most dazzling light in the world after the sun gradually goes out.
The strengthened elemental fragments condensed again, and the injuries on his body healed quickly under the warmth of a little flame.
Ron pushed open the fog door, and the road ahead led to the top of the large library where the prince was.
The locked door was pushed open, and decayed books were scattered around in the dark space with a decaying atmosphere. The characters on them were unique to this place. However, the dilapidated large library has long been no place for these books to be safely preserved. .
In an unknown amount of time, these books recording history, wisdom, culture, and magic have long faded and polluted, and they are scattered around like waste paper, worthless.
There is no old man who is the follower crystal of the big hat Logan in the big library. When the uncle squeezed the world, he gave away all the embarrassing things that seemed to be bosses but were actually mobs.
Going up the stone stairs all the way, without anyone blocking the way, the dilapidated large library was quickly left behind, and when Ron stood in a small room about fifty or sixty square meters When he was on the platform, a pair of scarlet eyes fixed on his body firmly.
Hundreds of Lothric knights formed a battle formation in an instant, and even Ron couldn't help but be shocked back a few steps by the soaring murderous aura.
Following the prince, even after being turned into a living corpse, he still abides by his mission. The sky-high steps lead to the top hall of the big library, which is the residence of the two princes, an absolutely forbidden place that no one is allowed to approach.
Without giving anyone any time to breathe, swarms of crossbow bolts shot out from the knight crossbows they held in their hands, and the losric knights gathered like dragons instantly crushed them with absolute crushing force.
The roar of the bolt gun could not make them flinch, and the roaring chainsaw was instantly suppressed in their solemn silence.
Even if the real dragon comes, this group of soldiers who used to follow the prince to hunt demons will not hesitate to step forward, tear the scales of the dragon with weapons wrapped in lightning, and become the souls of the dead under their swords.
This is the last remaining legion of the Lothric King City, the immortal Lothric knights!
Look at the dismal comments these days
The rest of the manuscripts should be regarded as waste manuscripts, and they will not be published. The Black Soul Chapter is over, but the ones that should be obtained should be taken as well. The Oath of Gold and Stone, Thunder Gun, and Star Magic Rune are lit up for five points One, almost enough.
Next, continue to HP and return to the right path.
I kind of want to try [-] a day again, and make up for the updates that have not been effective in the past few days. Once people slack off, they will go back more and more.
It's cheap~ I have to take a whip.
It took 7 days to update 7. I’m sorry to be honest. Let’s set a small goal. This month’s update is 2. If you don’t finish it, you will send a 30 red envelope in the group if you are 1 words short.
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