Demon Hunter and His Hut

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It was Daniela who spoke first. She glanced at Fasco. "These are also your expectations?"

She immediately sneered, "I know that all prophecies are unreliable. With such a powerful force, how could the snake of the world be killed?"

Fasco did not speak but stared at Hamza firmly.

For the legendary first apostle, this was Roger's first meeting with him. Among the transcendents, his figure is not tall.

His hair was combed meticulously behind his head, and the top was an ancient noble headgear. He had strong lines and a handsome face, with a black sun mark in the center of his forehead.

And this mark was exactly the same as Roger remembered.

The strangest thing is that his eyes, as if they are communicating with the abyss of the world, appear strangely pale at this time in the center.

What he wore was not a heavy battle armor, but a noble costume of reasonable tailoring, with black as the base and gold as the side.

Thick and solemn.

There is no need to speak, and no power is released. His appearance alone gives people a special feeling.

"You can find it here."

Being stared at by Hamza's weird pupils, Roger felt a chill in his back. If this guy is really as powerful as the rumors, then it will be very difficult to complete the task.

"You shouldn't be here..."

"Then where should I be? Frontal battlefield?"

Hamza smiled and squeezed the dark golden scepter in his hand.

"I don't know what you are going crazy. Now that you have found your own body, who will let it go?"

He looked like thinking, "Let me do the math, one, two, three...too many, why do you come and die?"

"As long as I want, I can reach any position where I put my body at any time. I have killed too many, and I am not even in the mood to remember your names."

"Hehe, let you guys charge into the battle, but hide behind yourself, that woman is still as cautious as ever."

Hamza's words were calm, and everyone's hearts jumped wildly.

It turns out that those transcendents who performed the final task died in Hamza's hands. It seems that the Lord of the Mist has found all of his body, but for some reason he failed to gather them together.

The dragon in the dragon court knew nothing about it, and regarded it as the key to the entire battle.

In the end, their self-confessed complete and thorough plan was nothing more than a self-investment.

Thinking about that picture, it makes people feel desperate. They have spent all their hardships to reach their destination, facing a terrible enemy who has been waiting for a long time.

If it is the heyday, there may be a fight.

But the rushing journey plus the strength, physical and mental double blows in the whole process, facing such a Hamza, the battle has already failed before it even starts.

"Well, let you die to understand that something is my last kindness."

"Then let's start."

After speaking, Hamza stretched out his left hand, a harsh scream came from the air, and a black claw appeared beside Fasco.

Click.

The entire space was crushed, but Hamza showed a trace of doubt on his face after a hit.

"not dead?"

"I see, you are the so-called Voidwalker, Fasco, who claims to never be hunted down."

"Then let me see, can you escape under my hands?!"

The expression on Hamza's face became solemn, and at this time, Fasco's voice sounded in everyone's mind.

"I'll hold him, you guys find a way to get around and crush that heart, don't forget, that's our purpose here!"

"I will not escape this battle, and will do everything possible to create opportunities for you."

"So please."

"Let my death have some value!"

Roger's face changed slightly. He thought that this trip would be extremely dangerous, but because of the so-called prophecy of the world's snake eyes, Roger did not realize that he would meet Hamza here.

To be honest, he was extremely expecting at this time, everything in front of him was in the foreboding of the world's snake eyes.

Because it means that Fasco may have been prepared for all this.

But if it's not, then it can only be desperate.

Strong perception tells him that Hamza is definitely not a third ring.

"Give me that thing." It was Daniela who sent the message.

The space trembled slightly, and a cracked hourglass appeared in Daniela's hand.

She took a deep breath, and a flash of determination flashed in her eyes, "I can't escape, but if you work hard, you may still have a chance."

"Don't waste my last strength."

After speaking, she smashed the hourglass in her hand slightly.

Unlike the previous ritual, Daniela's palm was also shattered this time, and the dense lines all the way up through the wrist, through the elbow, and gathered together after reaching the shoulder, and then burst out from the inside of her body.

The hourglass shattered in the explosion reintegrated, and then an eyeball-shaped sign appeared on the top of the hourglass.

But other than that, Daniela disappeared completely.

Her flesh and blood soul and all the strength are integrated into this hourglass.

Ouch!

It was Kaine who was howling.

The mask on his face was cracked every inch, a big hole opened in the back of his head, and the blood-stained hourglass slew into it.

Then a colorful eyeball appeared in the center of his forehead.

The broken fragments condensed in the air to form an ancient symbol, which is the last remaining blood, an ancient language that can be traced back countless years ago.

"Mark of Destruction..."

Fasco sighed slightly.

"This is a taboo force that the Kaine race can only use once in a lifetime. He will mark his enemies and burn all driving forces."

"The longer the time, the stronger the strength, the heavier the injury, the stronger the strength, and the closer to death, the stronger the strength!"

"This is the real destroyer."

"Either to yourself or to others."

The communication between people seems to be slow, but in fact it is only a momentary matter.

At this time, Fasco had already used his momentum to confine the space around Hamza, and Kain roared and rushed in a direction, seemingly intending to cross Hamza and attack the broken black sun.

Luo Jie naturally did not idle, the Demon Hunter released the most powerful force, the lines on the sword spine were shiny, and the light even affected the surrounding symbols, almost making people think that there would be two kinds of sword marks exploding at the same time.

The body does not need to move, even ignoring the distance between each other, as long as the attack falls, Roger believes that he can crush the broken heart.

"What a weird self-confidence, why do each of you think you can beat me?"

"I have to admit that Fasco, you have almost reached the limit of the current level of mastery of space."

"Although I can't perceive this kind of power, my power level is higher, and I can completely form a rule crush!"

While speaking, the black circle on the surface of Hamza's body expanded, and the rich black seemed to be the most gloomy corner of the plane, but this power brought a sense of familiarity to Roger.

That is the shadow.

Then came the second ring, which was also extremely black, but violent and restless, like a flame in the abyss.

Then there is the third one.

It seems that the black circle can swallow all the light, heat and energy.

The changes have not ended yet.

In the center of the three circles, there was also a burst of black energy, and then the fourth circle was formed.

The black ring that symbolizes the power of Hamza's soul!

Sihuan.

It seems to be unexpected and reasonable.

Everyone has imagined the power of Sihuan, but only when facing them can they feel the deep sense of powerlessness.

Even if it is not the same kind of rules, other forces around it seem to have been completely squeezed at this time.

There is only darkness here.

Only Hamza.

Roger's attack fell but did not hit the broken sun, because a pitch-black figure almost identical to Hamza was blocked in front of the broken heart.

Roger is familiar with this power.

The power of shadows.

He created another Hamza.

A four-ring is already desperate.

Two...

Even Fasco seemed to have lost confidence.

But at this time, a roar was shocked, it was Cain, and he was still striding forward to launch a charge.

Hamza's rule suppression didn't seem to have any effect on him, the one eye on his forehead was blood red, and Roger could feel Daniela's power in it.

"Destruction, destruction, destruction!"

There is a special kind of magic in Kaine's voice, and his direction is very strange, as if he is floating on the edge of the core of the battle.

But Roger soon understood the purpose of Cain.

The aura of destruction erupted from his body, and then condensed at a certain point in the void, and the power collapsed inward. At this time, the voice of Fasktinxi also sounded in Roger's heart.

"It is Daniela's omniscient eye. She can see through and see that she is helping us, helping us break the rule suppression of Hamza!"

"Hamza's power is not complete, he is not a true four-ring."

"We still have a chance!"

At the moment the information was transmitted, Roger also launched an attack at the same time. The target of his attack was exactly the same as Kaine.

At this time, Hamza, who had been extremely calm, finally had emotional ups and downs for the first time.

Without any nonsense, he shot directly.

[Grasp of Destruction]

Cain, who succeeded first, did not escape. After releasing his power, he took the initiative to meet Hamza's attack, seeming to intend to use his body to buy time for others.

At the same time, the power of Roger and Fasco also exploded one after another.

The dazzling light and violent energy.

Hamza's reaction was a little slower, he even used his shadow clone, but Kaine had all his own.

"Hahahaha!"

"Destruction, destruction, destruction!"

"Destroy everything!"

The heavier the injury, the crazier he became, and the power he exploded straight up.

This kind of promotion is simply unreasonable. Perhaps this is also an extremely special rule, referring only to the original one.

Rumbling.

The sky is falling apart.

The surrounding rules were shattered and crumpled, turning the entire space into a place of disorder and chaos.

"Haha, now we are on the same starting line."

"We have four, you only have two!"

The results of the disorder of the rules are terrible, even Hamza can't find the energy rules that he can control in this chaos.

And all they can rely on now is themselves and the weapons in their hands.

Although Daniela is no longer there, the last burst of power and her energy aura is gradually disappearing, but at this time Fasco still stubbornly believes that Daniela is still fighting side by side with them.

"Four?"

Hamza sneered.

"That thing is also a living thing?"

Roger tilted his head to the side, and then he saw his whole body shattered, leaving only one Kaine with his head stubbornly supported.

He can stand still now not because of Kain's tenacity, but because of the accumulation of countless broken bones, and he is the head placed at the top.

Burning everything, fighting for the last chance, but Kain is also on the verge of death under the powerful force of Hamza.

"This **** race should have completely perished long ago." Hamza snorted coldly.

The breath on his body faded, and Cain revealed his original face.

It was a middle-aged man who looked a little honest, with almost mashed eyeballs on his forehead.

"I tried my best."

Kaine uttered the first and last sentence, and then fell silent.

"Now there are only two of you left."

Hamza sneered.

At this time, losing control of the surrounding rules, Roger did not panic on his face.

"It doesn't matter." He waved the weapon in his hand and moved forward slowly.

"Be careful." Fasco reminded him from the side.

Roger raised his head and stared sharply at Hamza not far away.

"I guess your shadow clone is just a virtual table, the surrounding rules have been disordered, he is not much different from the real shadow now."

"So what." Hamza snorted coldly, and I was enough for the two of you.

"Hehe, I have similar thoughts."

Roger's fingers crossed the spine of the sword.

"The only person who can make me feel jealous in swordsmanship is dead."

After speaking, he dashed forward, and the weapon in his hand traversed a trajectory and pierced Hamza's throat.

"Do it!"

Roger gave a soft drink, and Fasco knew that he would rush to the black sun not far away.

"Want to go?" Hamza coldly snorted as he was about to pursue Fasco, but the next second a chill came across his neck.

He subconsciously stepped back to block.

when!

puff!

With the sound of metal crashing, a cloud of blood bloomed in the air.

Hamza opened his mouth, but there was no sound in his throat, because at the moment, his throat had been cut by Roger's long sword.

As long as his reaction is a little slower, then he may not have the opportunity to feel the pain at this moment.

Fasco looked back distractedly while running, and then saw a scene that shocked him extremely.

That sword seemed simple, but in the level of confrontation between Roger and Hamza, swordsmanship was no longer a simple move.

Sometimes the outcome is just the difference between the two.

"We made it!"

"Daniela, Kain, you didn't die in vain!"

With an extremely complicated mood, Fasco leaped high.

"No!" Hamza's horrified voice came from behind him, and Roger's indifference was also accompanied by UU reading www.uukanshu.com.

"Boom!"

The broken heart shattered.

At this time, Roger also swept away the weapon in Hamza's hand, and pierced the long sword in his hand into his chest!

laugh!

when!

The sudden obstruction caused Roger's face to change drastically, and a powerful force exploded from Hamza in the next moment.

The flesh and blood were stripped, and when the violent power subsided, Roger saw the twisted and beating heart on the scarred Hamza's chest.

"That's fake?"

"Hamza is the heart of the Lord of the Mist?!"

At this moment, the dark heart was exposed, the energy converged, and Hamza stood up blankly.