The gulls hovered low, a three-masted galleon docked in a slightly dilapidated harbor, and three hooded white-clad swords stepped off the board on a plank extending from the side side.

The sailboat behind them had no intention of anchoring and replenishing, and as soon as the three of them landed on land, they directly set sail and quickly sailed away from the port.

A large sword stretched out his hand to shield himself from the dazzling sunlight reflected from the sea, and looked at the shadow of the sail that was fading away, and his expression was gloomy: "In their eyes, we may not be any different from the witches who should be burned at the stake in the mouth of the church. ”

A short-haired sword with light freckles on his face and wheat-colored skin sighed: "After all, we use the power of the demon seed, and compared to ordinary human-demon hybrids, we monsters created after tomorrow are more terrifying." ”

The female greatsword at the head looked up, and on the stone gatekeeper more than five meters high at the entrance to the port, there was a line of ancient Latin written along the lines of "Welcome to Claymore".

"There's a difference with witches — the difference is that we don't sit back and fall victim to the witch's hammer trial," she said. ”

"Because we have the power, we can control our own destiny – and that's what the organization gives us. ”

She glanced coldly at the two big swords beside her who were one position behind her, and said softly: "If we don't have this power, it's unknown whether we can survive until now, and at this time, you will instead complain about the infamy and fate you bear because of this power?"

"Everyone wants to live longer, Miria, and there's no need to be so harsh on your men. ”

In the alley ahead, a female swordsman who was also carrying a big sword flashed out.

She has short gray hair, a straight nose, and a slight curvature at the corners of her eyes, probably of ancient Celtic blood, with a slightly larger skeleton and tall figure, looking like an elf living in ice and snow.

"Claire. The leader of the great sword was slightly serious, as Claire, who was in the top ten in the organization, she had to give equal respect, "You actually came before me, who is she?"

Miria, the leader of the great sword, looked behind Claire, the little girl shivering from the cold wind, and frowned.

"It's none of your business, Miria. Claire shook her head indifferently.

"Ordinary people who follow us will only be sent to death. Miria frowned.

Claire glanced at the little girl who was clutching her cloak tightly, and her expression showed a rare soft outline: "If she doesn't follow me, she will die quickly." ”

Miria shook her head and sighed, "In that case, I won't bother to say anything. Do you want to come with us to the Holy Capital?"

"Of course, I guess the friends haven't arrived yet. Claire nodded. "We need to stay there for a while longer. ”

The two great swords behind Miria looked at each other, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

The gap in strength in the big sword is also very strict, and the powerful big sword may not even need a second to deal with the two low-ranking big swords, and the other party is still the famous wind sword, Claire.

The group of five repeats the pattern of silence, and only the sound of steady footsteps is left in the snow.

Compared to most of the towntowns and castles on the mainland, which are dark and cramped, with a strong feudal style, the port of Claymore Island undoubtedly retains a considerable part of its classical beauty.

On the raised cliffs of the harbor, there is a statue of the god of the sea that has not faded for hundreds of years, wielding a trident and driving a sea dragon chariot with a majestic image.

It's just that

"There is no sea god in this world at all. ”

Standing beside the statue of Poseidon, Claire relaxed.

Miria frowned, looked at the gray-haired woman who was behaving wantonly next to the idol, and a trace of anger rose in her heart: "Claire, be in awe of the gods. ”

"Worshipping God may not be rewarded, and disrespecting me has survived to this point. Claire said contemptuously, "If evil does not need to be punished, good does not need to be punished, if you are not respectful to God, what is the point of worshipping God?"

Miria, the leader of the great sword with a golden braid and a heroic man-like face, turned her head helplessly and said, "Don't delay your journey any longer, if Audriana's impatience thinks that we have arrived at one step, they will inevitably be ridiculed with their temperament." ”

"Mockery is mockery, whether or not I can survive this battle is what I really care about now. She patted the little girl next to her on the head, "There is no organization anymore, if we live to defeat the rebels, we can go and live our own lives." ”

Miria asked, "What kind of life?"

Claire laughed, "Away from war and killing, I want to go fishing, practice, build a hut in the North Sea, and then wait until the day I awaken and jump into the abyss." ”

The corners of Miria's mouth twitched, "Sounds good, so don't you want to thank Denissa?"

Claire said, "My gratitude is for giving her a relief as a monster. It's just that I have a question, Denisha ...... Would that woman with haughty eyes on the top of her head really tolerate her awakening?"

Miria frowned, "Awakening is the fate of every warrior, and she is naturally no exception - to be honest, based on the length of time she has served in the organization, she should have awakened a long time ago." ”

......

Just as the great swords and adventurers rushed to Claymore Island, the castle of the organization was turned upside down, and at this time, the flames lingered around, and the lines of masonry seemed to flow with lava, but there was no sign of flowing, but as time passed, it was like breathing.

The snow fell and was scorched in an instant.

At the top of the castle, a woman in fiery red leather armor is holding a large sword and looking into the distance.

Her long golden hair was now the color of flames, and a crown of crystals smeared on top of her head snaked like dragon horns.

Denissa's golden eyes showed inverted crossed pupils, like fallen angels bound in hell, and the corners of her mouth curled up with a smile, as if she was looking forward to the next big battle.

Rumble!

Hearing a loud noise, the body seemed to be torn apart, the muscles were stretched, the bones clicked, and the woman who looked like a flame goddess instantly turned into a flame dragon with teeth and claws.

Her cold pupils stared at the sky, and then let out an earth-shattering roar.

In the distant eastern world, Miyue has fallen into disadvantage under the joint offensive of Li Bai, Hua Mulan, and Ying Wu.

The whole blood-colored world began to shake and tremble.

The sword qi spans 80,000 miles, and a sword light chills sixteen states.

At this time, Li Bai had already grown to a realm far beyond the original, even if he had differentiated into an angel incarnation, he had long since ceased to use the Holy Light power to restrain the blood clan, he was still powerful to an extremely terrifying realm.

Ever since he achieved the True Immortal Realm, almost every moment, his strength has been increasing.

Achieving a true immortal is not something that can be achieved overnight, even if he has a true immortal personality, he still needs time to accumulate more powerful strength to stabilize his realm and completely wear the crown of "immortal".