The plague messenger, who had lost his wings, could no longer maintain his compulsion, and fell from the sky like a boulder.

The Demon Hunter dodged the opponent's massive palm, kept his balance, and landed with the monster to the ground.

With the force of gravity falling, the Graceful Ripper stabbed deep into the head of the Plague Emissary, right in the middle of the two horns.

Xu Yichen stabbed all the blades into the body of the plague god messenger, leaving only the hilt exposed.

This is also the fourth sword of the Demon Hunter.

"Good luck fat boy!" After saying that, Xu Yichen rolled forward and landed, leaving only his weapon on top of the monster's head.

"Oh, I don't feel good." The plague messenger only had time to roll his eyes—

"Bang!" Flesh Explosion!

The head of the plague messenger was blown to pieces, even above the collarbone.

Exploding from the inside out, it's like a grenade being stuffed into a person's mouth and then detonated.

Fragments of flesh and blood rained down on the plague messenger, blending with the debris of the battlefield.

Xu Yichen, who was facing away from the explosion scene, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and the [Elegant Ripper] that flew from it happened to be in his hand, and with a twist of his wrist, the flesh and blood that was rubbed on it flew away, and he retracted it into the scabbard.

The plague messenger, who had lost a third of his body, slowly fell to the ground, yellow blood and internal organs flowing outward along his chest, and the huge scythe was abandoned in his hand.

The two fat palms clawed back and forth in his body, as if to determine what part he had lost.

As a member of the Nurgle Demon Army, the Plague Emissary is indeed very difficult to kill.

However, demon hunters always do this kind of work, and they are very experienced.

Seeing the defeat of their masters, the remaining plague demons began to flee.

Xu Yichen carried the [Graceful Ripper] that he had already sheathed, and strode to the place where the plague messenger fell.

The giant monster's body trembled and twitched, and most of its flesh was torn apart, revealing the muscles and massive skeleton within.

Its entrails hung from its loosely folded body cavity, staining the ground around it black.

In Xu Yichen's precious memories from the Grey Knight, Drago had encountered such a difficult monster to kill before he was trapped in subspace.

It was an enemy far more powerful than the enemy in front of him, full of hostility, contempt, and unspeakable anger against him in the memory of the Grey Knight.

The anger was so great that the enemies of the memory were distorted beyond recognition.

The Grey Knight Grand Mentor couldn't completely destroy the other in his world, but he left a very deep mark on him.

He carved a sacred name into the corrupt hearts of his opponents, and even if he was reborn, his enemies would carry the humiliation with him and feel the Grey Knight's wrath in every heartbeat.

The Demon Hunter thought it was a good idea.

Now that you've come to my world, go back with a little souvenir.

With a kick that kicked away the arm of the plague messenger waving wildly in the air, Xu Yichen stood on the opponent's fat belly.

There was a touch under my feet, and it was as disgusting as stepping on thin mud in rain boots.

That's devil's fat.

More pus squeezed out of the wound with the movements of the demon hunter.

"Blessed are you, fat boy." Xu Yichen held the long sword upside down with both hands, and the tip of the sword stabbed hard at the position of the plague god messenger's chest.

[Iron and Blood, Kill]!

Accompanied by the Demon Hunter's own blood, the blade sliced through the skin and muscles of the plague messenger as if it had pierced through a layer of decaying leather.

It took a moment for the Demon Hunter to clean up the poisonous blood and fat, and soon he saw the heart of the Plague Emissary beating at a terrible rhythm in his badly damaged chest.

"What is he doing?" Alex whispered to the witch beside him, and he felt that the player of the new Huaxia exuded a terrifying aura.

He once met a hungry lion in a nature reserve in Africa, and he felt that this was the way he was now.

"He's in Liwei, giving that fat man a lifelong lesson." The silver-haired witch frowned, pressing her fingers to her temples.

The after-effects of the constant use of psionic spells were squeezing her brain, and the extremely active psionic environment around her further exacerbated the symptoms.

Perhaps, I need a little demon hunter blood to calm down.

The freshest kind.

Xu Yichen casually inserted the long sword into the body of the plague god messenger, and freed up his two hands to clench the other party's ribs, and the silver flames randomly attached to the evil bones.

The combined force of fire and power brought the plague messenger's ribs to its knees, and the demon hunter snapped open the ribs that protected his ribs at the sound of tooth-aching bones breaking.

He pulled the broken ribs to the sides.

The demon's filthy heart was the size of a basketball, trembling as the demon hunter watched.

Xu Yichen smiled cruelly.

He had never tried this kind of flower work before.

No one had such a strong vitality as the enemies he had encountered before.

The Demon Hunter pulled out the [Graceful Ripper] that was stuck in the side, and cautiously approached the tip of his sword towards the opponent's heart.

The huge, rancid-smelling heart contracted itself in vain, avoiding the irrepressible kiss of the Valyrian steel sword.

But the sharp blade still made the first strokes on it.

The Grey Knight believes in the power of the name.

In the memories he passed on to the demon hunters, it worked.

But that's not in this world.

But for demon hunters, even if it doesn't work, it's a very interesting thing.

It's full of artistry.

Black blood flowed from the wound on his heart, and Xu Yichen washed his dirty heart with the moon spring water of the elves to prevent the other party from destroying his creation.

The tip of the sword was his pen, and the second pen fell with it.

And then there's the third one.

The Demon Hunter waited patiently for the time of the special effect named [Flesh Ripper] on the weapon to end.

He didn't want this heart to be freed from an explosion, just as he never let go of every Chaos demon who came to make trouble.

He will use practical actions to tell every Chaos Demon he encounters what kind of profession a demon hunter is.

He would spend all of his time severing every tentacle that Chaos reached out to his world, and then inscribe his name on it as a memento.

Just like what he's doing.

"My name, Xu Yichen."

"I'm a demon hunter."

He intends to engrave this sentence in Chinese on the other party's heart, maybe now his name does not have any power, but sooner or later, they will be afraid of this name.