The fiery, pure, blazing light condensed into a huge arrow of light, exuding an irresistible divine coercion, and seemed to shoot slowly towards Niccolò Ponte.

Nikolo Ponte, the god of the night, was already on the verge of catching up with the Charles, and his strength was increased enough by him to tear the charr apart with his secret technique, but when this bright arrow containing powerful divinity appeared, he was oppressed and couldn't even dodge.

Charr's final blow had been charged for a long time, and the Bow of the Moon Shadow as a carrier had become hot and hot, and at the moment when Charr fired, a refreshing feeling of release rippled in Charles's heart, and then spread all over his body, and the hunter talent spiritual power in his body also rippled.

"Hunting" is a kind of practice for hunters, and there is no rule on which weapon to hunt, but most hunters will choose long-range weapons such as bows and arrows and large guns.

The longer you charge your strength, the more fierce the final blow will be, and the harder the last blow will be, the harder the target will be shot by you, and the harder the target will be shot by you, the louder the scream and moan will be, and the louder the scream and moan, the stronger the spiritual refreshment that the hunter will get, and the higher the degree of achievement of the purpose of this special practice.

When Charles successfully shot this powerful and terrifying arrow of light, a strong sense of release lingered in his body, stirring up the green spiritual power molecules that belonged to the hunter's talent, stirring up the surging spiritual power tide and stacking higher and higher, impacting the bottleneck door that stood in the way of transcendence.

And Charles already knew in his heart that when this bright arrow destroyed the target, it would be the time for him to break through the Revenant and advance to the middle rank.

"Ahh Yes... Yes... Ah!!h

Niccolò Ponte let out a scream of fear, like a lonely lady walking at night when she met a scoundrel who did not rob money but lust, and his voice was high-pitched and loud, and the sound shook eighteen streets...... Eighteen hills.

He resisted desperately, and a large amount of black qi poured out from inside his body, condensing into layers of jet-black shields in front of him.

But how could the thickest clothes resist the vicious claws of the rogue perverts? The layers of shields shattered the moment they touched the arrows of light, and then melted into the invisible by the blazing light.

"No !!"

Nichiro Ponte watched as the Arrows of Light destroyed all the black shields, melted the scales of his armor, melted his flesh and blood, melted everything about him.

A thick cloud of darkness resisted to the last moment, holding on for a breath with the light arrows, and was also swallowed by the invincible light.

At the last moment when the light had extinguished the darkness, a phantus appeared in the air, and two cold, merciless eyes stared at Charles for a moment, as if to remember him.

And it was at this moment that Charles's cold hair stood on end, and his heart was oppressed by the terrifying coercion contained in these eyes.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The strong pressure gave Charr a fierce stimulus, and the tide of spiritual power that had been stacked to the extreme was strongly suppressed, and an unyielding resistance broke out, and the turbulent waves collided with these two indifferent gazes wave after wave, and the crash was shattered to death.

"Click!"

A crisp cracking sound sounded in Charles' ears, and the invisible shackles in his body that were limiting and transcendent were crushed and shattered by the collision of internal and external additions, and Charles finally broke through the rank of the Revenant Hunter and stepped into the rank of Mid-level Hunter.

As soon as the rank was broken, the surging tide of spiritual power was unbridled and unbridled, surging one after another, helping Charles resist the increasingly cold eyes.

But this is the world of light after all, and these terrifying eyes that are obviously related to the dark night finally showed an unwilling look and slowly disappeared.

"Whew!"

Charles exhaled a breath of turbid air that pressed on his heart, and sighed secretly with a chill: "Is this the god of the dark night? It's really terrifying, just a little bit ......."

Charles looked at the last place where Nicro Ponte stood, where there was nothing left but a seemingly ordinary rope.

"It's good to have some gains, otherwise I will die!"

Charles sensed that this rope was a very divine object when he first met Nicro Ponte, but Nichol Ponte tied it around his waist and gathered the black ragged robe, and he didn't know if he was a real tyrant or blind.

Charles strode over and picked up the only trophy, but as he walked a few steps, he felt a sharp stinging suddenly spread all over his body.

"Am I injured? or is it the after-effect of breaking through the ranks?"

Charles reached out and touched his nose, and sure enough, he touched the blood on his hand, and the moment those eyes stared at him just now, blood oozed from his nose, ears, corners of his eyes, and even his skin.

"It's really ......... I don't know who is more powerful than my Majesty the Queen........."

Perhaps it was the thought of "Her Majesty" in Charles's mind that was a little strong, and the black iron ring on his finger shook a few times, and a wisp of divine consciousness suddenly awakened, and it entered his body along Charles's fingers, and then immediately there were violent fluctuations.

Endless darkness has descended, and faster than ever before.

Charles felt that the power of the true god in his body was controlled by "her". A trace of true divine power was extracted, transforming into a soft and pure light, nourishing Shire's body covered in subtle scars.

"Who hurt you?"

After Charles's body was no longer in pain, Her Majesty asked coldly, and the thick murderous aura made Charles feel all over.

"I don't know who the other party is, I just hunted a light ascetic who had just fallen, and after his death I saw a pair of eyes, very fierce eyes......."

Charles and Her Majesty have established a spiritual connection, passing on the hunt for Niccolò Ponte and the appearance of his eyes to her.

Her Majesty received a fragment of Charles's consciousness, and after only a brief inspection, he determined the identity of those eyes, "It turned out to be Tiffenson, no wonder you were so badly injured." ”

"Your Majesty, the Light Ascetic declared himself a Favored of God after the Fall, this Tiffenson....... Is it the gods of the night?"

"Hmph! an apostle, an idiot who doesn't know when he's dying. ”

Charles was determined in his heart, listening to Her Majesty's meaning, the strength of the owner of those terrifying eyes should not be as good as "her", and his own safety should be guaranteed.

"Your Majesty, that Tiffenson should have remembered my appearance just now, I wonder if it will trouble me in the future?"

"Trouble, what trouble would a dead apostle ask you for?"

Hearing Her Majesty's casual and domineering words, Charles was stunned again, he knew that Her Majesty's temper was not very good, but now he knew that it was not good to this extent.

However, Her Majesty then said in disgust: "Your strength is still too weak, and you will be chased by a tyrant ......."

“........”

Charles was speechless at first, and then innocently defended: "I have the extraordinary talent of the hunter system, and I need to seek a breakthrough in hunting........ It's already a genius on the mainland......."

"Genius? I ....... when I was your age."

Her Majesty was silent suddenly, and after waiting for a long time, Charles, who pricked up his ears, said faintly: "I have forgotten a lot of things, you have to become strong as soon as possible and help me recover what I lost......."

"Ahem, I'll get stronger as soon as possible, today I found another divine object, the divinity is very strong, but I always feel that it is a little strange. ”

Charles handed over the ordinary rope he had just gotten, saying that he had never forgotten his mission to help "her".

"This is a rope that has been touched by the true God, and there is a painful obsession left on it, and if you keep it with you for a long time, you will have many false thoughts, and eventually you will become insane. ”

"No wonder Niccolò Ponte was so crazy that he ignored Aunt Adele's warnings......." Charles suddenly understood something.

"Is there anything else you can do?"

"Oh, there's one more. ”

Charles raised his Bow of the Moon Shadow and said with some distress: "This Bow of the Moon Shadow is my family's inheritance item, I used the power of the true god when I hunted that tyrant just now, the power it bears is too great and it is a little damaged, can you fix it for me?"

As soon as Charles's words fell, a ripple suddenly rippled in the enclosed dark space, and three longbows of different styles appeared in the air.

The three longbows are red, blue, and black respectively, and each one exudes a violent, quiet, or desolate atmosphere.

"Your bow is no longer worthy of your identity, you can use these first, and then I will make you a new one when I am happy. ”

“.........”

The endless darkness was gone, but Her Majesty's voice still lingered in Charles' ears.

He looked at the three longbows that were still floating in mid-air, couldn't help but puff his teeth, and sighed in a low voice: "I don't know if it's white or beautiful, but 'she' is really rich." ”

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............

In the north of the continent, across the cold and damp sea, over the year-round snow-covered forest, and over a magnificent man-made wall, you enter the realm of dark night all year round.

Cities of all sizes are scattered in the dark of the night, no matter how big or small, with towering temples in the center of the city.

In each temple, except for the black cross of the same style, the rest of the statues of the gods enshrined are different.

In the temple of a large, densely populated city, a huge dark evangelistic meeting is being held.

"O mighty and wise God of Understanding, use your all-seeing eyes to help your faithful and people find a rich hunting ground, your faithful and people need your guidance to get rid of hunger, and you need abundant prey to offer to you......."

The old priest, dressed in a dark black robe, was kneeling in the square outside the temple, praying sincerely to a stone wall tens of meters high, made of fine black rock with no other pattern on it except for a pair of majestic eyes.

If Charles were here, he would have seen at a glance that these were the same eyes that almost cost him his own life.

Tens of thousands of people knelt in the black pressure of the square, bowing their heads and silently reciting prayers, hoping to get the guidance of the gods to find more prey to fill their stomachs and feed their wives and children.

As for devotion to the gods, it's all in the belly, and who can see through it?

"Buzz!"

The black stone wall, which was tens of meters high and hundreds of meters wide, suddenly trembled, and the people in the entire square sensed it.

"O Almighty God of Understanding, your people thank you for your generosity, and we need only a little guidance and help......"

The old priest with rich praying experience kept reciting words of gratitude to the stone wall with ecstasy on his face, but in fact, his heart was pounding.

For so many years, he would bring the people of the city to pray here during the famine years, and if he was lucky, he would get a specious "miracle guide", and if he was unlucky, he would have to make up a "miracle guide" by himself, the head of the shaman.

But the tall stone wall in front of him had never had such a big reaction, and according to the old shaman's life experience, it was definitely not a god who was pleased with his prayers, but a manifestation of anger in a bad mood.

The gift of the gods is always a thin raindrop, but the punishment is a catastrophe like a monstrous flood.

"Boom!"

The tremors of the tall things were even more obvious, and the violent shaking turned many people in the square upside down.

"Forgive our greed, forgive us for our greed, we just want as many people to survive so that we can better serve you........"

The old shaman looked at the trembling black stone wall in horror, and kept giving various explanations, hoping for forgiveness from the "God of Knowledge".

But he was destined to be disappointed, and countless black mist shot out from the trembling black stone walls, quickly covering the entire square.

The believers covered in the black mist were quickly drained of life and turned into shriveled corpses.

"Ahh

"No!"

"Whew!"

The terrible screams of tens of thousands of people echoed over the square, and the terrifying scene was like hell on earth.

The old shaman scratched his face, pulled out an eyeball, drew an intricate pattern on the ground with the dripping blood, and cried out in a bitter cry: "O merciful God, we accept your request, but leave us some children!"

"Boom!"

"Bang Bang

The earthquake shook out the ravines, and the houses collapsed in patches, as if there had been an earthquake.

The old shaman's plea for mercy worked, the black fog in the square disappeared, and a small half of the tens of thousands of people survived.

However, the black stone wall, which was tens of meters high and hundreds of meters wide, collapsed, and even those fine rocks that were as hard as iron were shattered into piles of powder.

The old shaman opened his only remaining eye, looked at the empty city, and muttered in disbelief.

"The omnipotent god, has it fallen?"