Rumble!

The walls on both sides shook, and there was a loud bang, and nearly a hundred holes appeared, and sharp arrows like a rainstorm flew out of them.

Two rows of crossbowmen crouched behind him, working in pairs, carrying pitch-black crossbows. The heavy crossbow was a weapon on the battlefield and required the aid of a pulley set to tighten the bowstring.

Launching at close range is directly enough to directly destroy a wall and open a bloody path in the crowd.

The ghost hand roared, like a flicker, turned into a phantom, and flicked its fingers across several meters, stopping in front of the rain of arrows. The invisible arm turned into a beast's claw, slashing into a rain of arrows in the sky, incredibly fast.

As a result, the rain of arrows flew and scattered all over the place.

Boom!

The alchemical crossbow bolts that were mixed in it burst into flames, and crimson flames rose out of thin air, tearing over the walls and engulfing the ghost's hands.

Ghost Hand's body flew out of the fire and landed on the shattered door, half of his body charred and his pores oozing dark red blood. His heart twitched, spitting out scorching blood.

The room was in shambles, the life-sustaining apparatus shattered, the shaman overturned to the floor, the broken hoses ripping out of broken flesh.

I don't know if I live or die.

"Bastard!"

He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground: "Hey, sir, are you still alive? ”

"It's not ...... Let's live......" On the ground, the shaman opened his eyes with difficulty: "Ghost hand, you can't do it, I want to change bodyguards." ”

"To be honest, I want to change owners too!" Ghost Hand sighed, "That's it, let's stop complaining to each other, okay?"

"Oh, come on, then. ”

"Come on, is it useful!" Ghost Hand spat out another mouthful of blood, "What other hole cards do you have, use them quickly, the kind that kills a lot of these bastards." ”

The shaman looked at him with retarded eyes. "Why am I being beaten like this if I want to have that kind of thing?"

Ghost Hand sighed, "In other words, we're dead?"

"Well, it's dead. The shaman nodded: "You go, I won't blame you." While. I'm not afraid of running out of firewood. ”

"I can't walk anymore. ”

Ghost Hand shook his head with a wry smile: "I have been with you for more than 30 years, and my old bones can be burned as firewood, what is the use of keeping the green mountains? I just ask them to do well and find a piece of land to bury me." ”

"What about me? you don't care about me?" the shaman's eyes widened, "I deserve to be exposed to the wilderness?"

"Yes. ”

Ghost Hand gritted his teeth and got up from the ground and stood in front of him: "Sometimes I want to break you old bastard into pieces first. ”

The wind howled one after another.

In an instant, a rain of arrows shattered the walls. The ghost hand stopped in front of the shaman, roaring, and the invisible hand took the form of a great axe. Slash forward!

This time, it's a hard shock that doesn't dodge!

Boom!

Like the tide of the sea rolling upside down, the black arrow rain suddenly shattered, shattered, and fell to the ground. Crimson blood gushed out from the wounds of the ghost hand, and he gritted his teeth and waved his scorching arms to crush the oncoming wind and rain!

"Hey. Mr. ”

Ghost Hand looked back at him, his voice hoarse: "Do you remember what you said back then?"

"You remember what happened back then. I'm sorry. I lied to you...... shaman bowed his head in shame: "The money was not stolen back then, I took it to drink." ”

"It's you!"

The ghost hand was stunned for a moment, and then he was furious: "I said that everyone was so poor back then, just because you had money to drink every day!"

"It's been all these years, don't care. The shaman waved his hand awkwardly: "Didn't I pay you back later?"

"You just said it now, I really can't feel any sincerity!"

"I'm sorry. I have deceived many people, and I feel guilty in my heart, and this is my sin. The shaman sighed and choked hoarsely, "I'm sorry. Deceived you too. ”

“...... It doesn't matter anymore. ”

Ghost Hand shook his head and chuckled softly: "I'm also ...... Get used to it. ”

He took a step forward, slashing his arms forward in the hail of arrows. The invisible arm slashed through the air, unleashing a frenzied storm. The arrows were blown away, like fragile tides, crumbling in the roar of the reef.

Ghost Hand's body shook violently, and was pushed backwards by the violent force, and the fragments of the arrow embedded in his face and chest, tearing open a huge gap.

Sticky blood flowed out, a tragic dark red.

Hideous and ugly, like a demon.

Just beyond the alley, the roar of steel rang out, gathering from all directions, countless arrays as they advanced toward the demons, spears and blades glowing with a cold light.

The sparrow's face was gloomy, and his palms fell:

"Shoot the arrows!"

The ghost hand roared, the blood-colored flames shook violently, and the blood-colored dragon scales appeared on the invisible hand, grabbing the rainstorm in the sky. In the palms of the closed hands, the rain of arrows shattered.

Boom!

The invisible hand was crushed by the rain of arrows, and he staggered back, pierced by dozens of arrows, and blood gushed out, blending into the dirt under his feet, and it became a quagmire, a blood-colored quagmire.

"Sir...... I have never regretted believing in you. ”

The ghost hand muttered softly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth: "You see, people like me are born like dogs, and when they leave the kennel, they have nowhere to go...... As long as there is a chance to stop being a dog, I am willing to do whatever I want.

After so many years, only you told me: no one is born to be a dog, and people who are born humble can also have value and meaning. ”

For so many years, in this stinky ditch, these homeless degenerates can only look up to the sunshine of the big people, sinking in the darkness, unable to be redeemed, and do not know what it means to live with dignity.

But even if you are an inferior person, you should be able to walk down the street with your head held high. If you can't bathe in the luxurious sunshine, you will also go to the grave with your backbone after death.

This is a luxury that no one has ever imagined.

That's enough.

This is enough to satisfy those who have nothing.

"Actually, I never understood what you said. ”

Ghost Hand looked at the shaman, his eyes full of anticipation: "But I want something called 'dignity' and 'meaning'. I live for it, sir, and I will die for it. ”

"Fool, life has dignity and meaning!"

The shaman gritted his teeth and roared, but the ghost hand laughed. He staggered to the advancing array, step by step through the ruins, and walked forward.

"It's a pity, there's no wine. ”

Ghost Hand bowed his head, licking and licking his own blood. As if drinking alcohol, he happily recited the toast: "-- I wish that today will always be there." ”

He roared, and flames erupted from his crimson invisible hands, which burned his shell into a thrilling crimson.

In the shell of this emaciated old man, a terrifying power surged from his veins and body, bathing him in flames.

Swords and swords could not kill him, neither could a storm break him. He...... It's burning!

If you look down from the sky, you can see that the shadow has jumped into a field of steel, and where it passes, the iron light is stained red with blood.

The crimson stretched straight forward, smeared from the iron light, like blood falling into mercury, tragic and crazy. In the blink of an eye. The ghost hand is almost there, and it can't be seen clearly.

"Bastards, come on. ”

Ghost Hand grinned. The face full of cracks is as hideous as a wolf:

"--The banquet has just begun!"

This crazy old man was covered in bruises at the moment, and his bones were exposed in the tragic scars, like a demon crawling out of a corpse. Evil ghosts are fighting in the world, **** red wine, roaring and roaring.

Everywhere they went, everything was torn apart by the invisible hand. Twisted into a wreckage.

"Stop him!"

Ingmar screamed, her expression twisted and frantic on her restless warhorse. The Commander parroted and repeated, but it sounded more and more ridiculous.

Rumble!

The blade of the sword crumbled, and the iron armor shattered. The human body is twisted, the head is broken, and the heart is broken...... The Devil's Slasher slashed off the spear and leaped into the air like a bird, stomping on the soldier's shoulder armor. The soldier's shoulders collapsed and he fell to his knees, but he swept through the steel array and swooped down on Ingmar, the blood-stained ground like a demon.

Ingmar screamed, pulling past the commander next to him to block in front of him, but in the next moment, the commander was torn apart. In the splattering of blood, a crimson figure descended from the sky, and an invisible hand slashed at the sparrow behind Ingmar.

The sparrow's complexion changed drastically, and it retreated, and the drums under the cloak trembled, bursting into music.

Then the earth cracked, and endless flames erupted, engulfing the Devil's Hand. In the flames, the steel was burned to a scorching red color and melted into molten iron. The earth boils, like a liquid.

In an instant, the figure of the ghost hand disappeared and disappeared without a trace.

"Dead?"

In the silence, the sparrow looked at the large, empty hole in the ground. It was only now that the fear in his eyes disappeared, and a wave of fear emerged: just a killer who was dying of old age, killed hundreds of heavily armed soldiers without using any music, and finally almost killed himself......

He looked at the silent old man and gritted his teeth:

"Shaman, you really have a good and faithful dog. ”

"He's not a dog. ”

In the mud, the shaman also looked at him, his eyes cold: "His name is Kailin Morella. Don't underestimate my friend......"

At that moment, the sparrow was terrified.

For in the embers of the scorched earth and the flames, there was a hoarse singing.

The song came from a distant desert land, and was a prayer chanted by the Theban priests to the gods, who offered their blood and sacrifices to seek miracles from the indifferent gods.

And so, a miracle struck.

The shattered invisible hand coalesced here, and the power hidden in it exploded completely. The evaporating blood and embers of the flames converged to form the figure.

As if struggling back from the underworld, crawling back to the world of the living, that figure slowly opened its blood-colored pupils and roared silently!

"Once this thing is connected to your body, then you really have an arm from Hades. You will have the power you want, and no one can stop you. ”

In the past, Hermes's voice sounded, cold and low: "But this is the most demanding agreement, once it is signed, there is no turning back." You will gain power, but your whole life will be eroded by it, becoming its bait and food, and you will be cursed, tormented and tormented and tormented day and night.

After you die, what awaits you is not heaven and hell, but ashes of emptiness, and there is nowhere to go. Answer me. Is this the future you want?"

Just right.

Such a future is really exciting!

The ghost hand roared, and the torn body recondensed, and cyan flames erupted from his shell, giving him strength and the wrath of the dead!

Kill!

This time. The array of steel could no longer stop him, and he stepped forward, his flaming hands tearing apart the layers of armor and bathing in blood.

No more aging and pain, no more human shackles, his speed reached an unprecedented limit in the power of this burning soul.

Just waved his hand, the layers of iron armor fell apart, and the flesh and blood under the iron armor separated. Falling off, the heart is silently broken. All obstacles fell apart under those invisible hands.

Only blood flies.

In the endless blood, the ghost hand roared and rushed towards the sparrow.

"This guy ...... He actually signed a contract with a creature in the ether realm?!" The sparrow's expression turned pale, and he subconsciously gritted his teeth and cursed a dirty word.

The drums in his arms roared, giving out the rhythm of the abyss. The dead on the ground withered suddenly, and demons hatched from them. Got up and pounced on the ghost hand.

But all the demons are vulnerable in front of the ghost hands!

"Shoot the arrows!" the sparrow roared, "What are you waiting for?!"

A pitch-black torrent of rain poured out from the heavy crossbows. But the ghost hand ignored it, allowing them to penetrate his body and completely shatter the demon in front of him.

One step, two steps, he's moving forward!

Slow, unstoppable. Break through layers of obstacles and move forward!

The color of blood swayed, covering everything, dyeing everything red. The flaming ghost hand unleashed a mighty thunderbolt and transformed into a god of death. It was only with the hands of this double life that he entered the army.

Overwhelming!

The sparrows roared. The serpent emerged from the earth, opened its jaw, and engulfed the ghost's hand, but in the next moment it was spasmed by pain, and was split by the hand knife, withering and dissipating.

The ghost hand roared, and the flames of burning souls burst out suddenly, and the blood around him rose, breaking through the last obstacles, and the sparrows were already close at hand.

The sparrow staggered back, layers of shields appearing on its body, but then layers shattered. The scattered light was engulfed in blood, so poignant.

Flames and gales surged up and swooped down on the ghost's hand, engulfing it in its cage of flames.

Immediately after, his palms pushed forward flatly, and the screaming music suddenly burst out, the ether changed, and the elements were refined. The earth around them tumbled, and the scorching iron juice appeared out of thin air, forging a blade with an unparalleled sharp handle, whistling out.

- The Chapter of Damocles.

The roar kept bursting out.

The figure had slashed several blades, but more blades had fallen from the sky and pierced his chest.

He roared, shook again, drew the blade with his right hand, parried, and the invisible left hand screamed, causing the blade to twist and recoil.

The sparrow's complexion changed suddenly, and he was almost beheaded by the upside-down blade. He roared, his hands fell, his blood burned, and he melted into the music, condensing the blade a thousand times more.

The ghost's hand slashed down, sending countless blades back upside down, slicing through his dress and the drum in his arms. The drum burst loudly, the sparrow screamed, but the ghost stepped forward and slashed again!

Both arms fell off at the root, and blood gushed out.

"Ingmar!

The sparrow staggered back and screamed.

The ghost hand was closer, the palm broke through the air, a huge gap opened on the sparrow's chest, blood gushed, and the heart was already clenched by the ghost hand, and it would fall apart in the next moment.

But the ghost hand's movements suddenly stopped.

Stiffened in place.

"It turns out that there is time...... "I muttered in dismay, watching his body quickly dry up and crumble inch by inch, like clay burned to pieces, full of cracks.

It's a pity, it's just a little bit!

He looked at the pale sparrow in front of him, at the beating heart in his hand: just a little bit!

Syllable!

With a crisp thud, his body fell apart.

"As a result, it was still nothing...... Didn't do it. ”

The broken face fell to the ground and pulled a self-deprecating smile, "I'm sorry, sir, for an empty life like mine...... It's worthless until death......"

It was obviously smiling, but tears flowed down and seeped into the cracks, like weeping clay figures.

"What do people like you know? I can't even understand the situation! I almost ...... it."

The sparrow gritted its teeth, looked down at the ghost hand, and trampled his face in a rage, kick after kick, trampling that smile to pieces:

"The shaman has already failed!

In the sky above him, there was a wind tunnel from the abyss, and a huge shadow suddenly flashed through the wind tunnel. The heavens and the earth shook, and the incarnation of God descended in the land of shadows.

This country, this city, everything here...... Doomed to be buried in the abyss.

"Did you see that?"

The sparrow looked feverishly at the shadows in the sky, "You have nothing to stop you! Everything you have done is meaningless!"

Even if you die, you don't have any value. ”

"No, ghost hands, your life is not meaningless. ”

For a split second, the shaman's hoarse voice echoed through the air.

Everywhere it passed, everything froze in place.

He got up from the mud and unplugged the line from the hollow ribcage. Walked through the frozen world, walked through the ruins and wreckage, and walked to the side of the ghost hand.

With just a wave of his hand, the sparrow was wiped out in the turbulent and changing principle.

"Thank you, Ghost Hand. ”

The shaman lifted him up from the mud, and his hoarse voice was like iron rubbing: "You bought me time, the most critical time. ”

Ghost Hand looked at him, trying to keep his eyes open, and grasped his hand as if clenching salvation: "So, I really have, there is ...... Did you save anything?"

"Yes. ”

The shaman closed his eyes, and muddy tears flowed down his face, and the old tears were all over the place: "My friend, the fifteen minutes you persisted in saved the whole of Anglo, and also changed the ...... Changed the whole world. ”

"Really?"

Ghost Hand smiled: "That's great, sir, this feeling...... That's nice. ”

His expression froze, and cracks spread across his body, shattering.

The last of life was exhausted, turned into dust, and drifted away.

The shaman looked at him in amazement, took his hand, and felt his hand turn to dust, running down his fingers and disappearing without a trace. He could freeze the entire space, but he couldn't stop his life.

He's dead.

"My friend, the suffering of your life is over, may you ...... Sleep in silence in the world of the dead. ”

The shaman raised his head, let the tears slip down his face, stared angrily at the abyssal wind cave in the night sky, slowly raised his palm, and declared:

"In my name, the fifth seal, unravel!"

(To be continued.) )

PS: The new author background of the starting point is really hard to get used to...... 5,000 words chapter, let's recommend and monthly passes~