Chapter 1363 1335 Dawn

Chapter 1363 1335. Dawn

Arondite's blade was inserted in the middle of the Moon Goddess's face, which was like a deformed mask.

The pure and gentle, even somewhat illusory, faint light made a continuous roasting sound in his body.

The "sizzling" sound seemed to want to roast the body of this superior into charcoal.

Lan En really wanted to roast him into charcoal.

The young demon hunter still flashed with the light red fighting spirit flames bursting out by [Power Unleashed·Ultimate].

The essence of the Mist Nest Lord Tyrannosaurus in [Smaug]'s armor stimulated his body like the monster's masochistic appetite when he was still alive.

It made his muscles all over his body so tight that bulges and lines like bundles appeared under his skin.

In addition, a layer of golden chaos magic shield was attached to Lan En's body in a completely close-fitting basic form.

On the one hand, [Quen Seal] can indeed be used as a layer of insurance under huge impact force.

On the other hand, with this layer of chaos magic shield, no matter whether it is dirt or the blood and meat splashed from the remains of the ancient god, there is no chance to really touch Lan En's body.

Although the final confrontation was abrupt, and it was the last gasp of Lan En and Yue Shen.

But the young demon hunter was still fully prepared before the action.

Not consistent with the objective terrain of Yharnam, the large flower sea located on a lonely peak was smashed by more than half under the final sudden rise of Yue Shen.

Fortunately, Lan En's position was basically standing on one side in the end.

Whether it was inducement or an open card, anyway, as long as Yue Shen wanted to take action in the end, it would be impossible to waste energy on the area on the other side of the flower sea.

This made the alchemical leather bag that Lan En had just thrown on the ground without paying attention to, and the hilt and more than one meter long sword body of [Turbid Flow·Destruction] sticking out of the bag mouth, not affected by any impact, and remained in place.

But it seemed that because the Moon Goddess was dead, the flower sea in this dreamland could no longer be inexplicably restored to its original appearance like a few minutes ago.

Lan En walked over and put the breastplate on the ground into the alchemical leather bag.

The alchemical leather bag was hung on his waist again, and the burning and ferocious sword was held by him, the blade dragged on the ground, and walked towards the body of the Moon Goddess.

Even if he activated the [Power Release·Ultimate] on the [Smaug] armor, his current body could not easily lift the sword as in normal state.

Like steel cracking, the cracks revealed the greatsword with hot magma inside. The blade dragged on the ground, and burned a line on the flower sea along with Lan En's footsteps.

Standing beside the motionless body of the Moon Goddess.

Lan En's chest rose and fell violently.

But he still had a cold face and gritted his teeth, with muscles and veins on his arms bulging! He raised [Muddy Flow·Destruction] high above his head!

The dark sword body, the white blade, the hideous cracks all over the sword, above the broken flower sea, under the bright moon again, it looked like a huge and broken tombstone.

And then "Bang!!!"

The very distinctive slashing sound, or collision sound, of [Muddy Flow·Destruction] burst out directly!

This time it was not Lan En who was hammering the sword, but the cold blade, which really cut into the neck of the Moon Goddess's body from the side!

Thick plasma burst out from the Moon Goddess's neck, which was like a skeleton, but did not touch Lan En's body at all.

The demon hunter staggered back two steps, the huge and heavy sword blade stuck on the bone, and the gray-white dragon skin wrapped around the hilt was slightly floating in the air.

It was floating with the white petals stirred up by the wind pressure of the greatsword.

The flames burned quietly, spreading on the body of the Moon Goddess.

I don’t know if there is any connection, after the body of the Moon Goddess began to burn, the entire sea of ​​flowers, and the building outside the sea of ​​flowers that was the dream of the hunter, suddenly began to emit nameless flames from unknown sources.

It was not until the whole body of the Moon Goddess was completely covered by the [remnant fire] that Lan En put away the greatsword.

He walked heavily to the unconscious Maria, and his legs, which were a little exhausted, suddenly softened and knelt down. The effect of [Power Release·Ultimate Intention] has passed.

A stronger sense of fatigue is invading from the depths of Lan En’s muscles.

After adjusting his breathing and regaining his strength, Lan En's broad arms finally held the female hunter from Yharnam in his arms and stood up.

Maria, who was curled up because of coma, now looked weak and petite in front of Lan En's broad chest.

The battle just now did not affect here.

Geman's wheelchair was even quietly staying not far away.

There was another round of gentle footsteps, stepping on the flowers that had not yet burned.

Lan En did not look back, because he knew who the owner of the footsteps was.

The doll based on Maria, in the burning sea of ​​flowers, she still looked like she was walking in an ordinary yard.

Two hands with ball joints overlapped on her lower abdomen, calmly walked behind Lan En, and pushed the wheelchair left by Geman with a "squeak".

It seemed that she wanted to push the wheelchair from the sea of ​​flowers to the small yard where the hunter workshop was located.

The wheelchair and footsteps trampled on the flowers, and the footsteps were so gentle that it seemed as if the burning sea of ​​flowers and buildings were invisible, but more like an ordinary walk.

"Aren't you going to run away?" Lan En hugged Maria and asked with a slight turn of his head. "This flame will probably burn everything. Even a dream."

The puppet stopped, and its inorganic face and eyes turned to the young demon hunter.

"I'm just a puppet." She said calmly, looking down at the empty wheelchair. "A puppet in a dream. This dream is my home. From beginning to end."    "I'm sorry, but I have to do this." Lan En whispered.

Just like his words, there was apology in his tone, but more of it was determination.

"Are you apologizing to me?" The puppet Maria tilted her head, and her carved face still had no expression, "It's the first time a hunter apologizes to me."

As he said, the puppet suddenly looked at Maria, who was unconscious in Lan En's arms.

"She is my prototype." The puppet said calmly, "but I don't have any impression of her."

"Have you two met?"

Lan En asked, he remembered what Maria said to Geman before joining the battle.

No doubt, when crossing the space cut she left, Maria saw the puppet based on herself.

"She didn't say anything, just." The puppet said with his eyes downcast, "The way she looked at me seemed a little pitiful."

"." Lan En opened his mouth, but in the end he could only sigh and say again, "Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize to me."

The puppet gently raised her face, from her angle, she could just see the burning spire of the small church in the yard of the hunter's workshop.

"That's good, good enough. I think I can get a long, long sleep."

The sound of the wheelchair rolling 'squeaky' and the sound of gentle footsteps stepping on flowers sounded again.

The puppet's voice was as light as a dream.

"It's time to wake up, kind hunter."

"May you find your own value in the awake world."

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In the deep and dark alley, a pale blue dagger blade suddenly stabbed out from midair, as if it had pierced through from the other side of the world to this side.

The blade pulled down, pulling out a hole in the space that was large enough for a human body to pass through.

Then, a tall young man holding the female hunter staggered out from the incision.

With a "bang", Lan En, who had raised his legs, did not hold back, or he had no strength to control his inertia.

After he walked out, he staggered a few steps until his shoulder hit the wall of the alley with a muffled sound, and then he stopped and stood firm.

Although the female hunter in his arms was not hit, she still frowned because of the impact, and her eyelids trembled, and it seemed that she was about to wake up.

The eyelids that were tightly closed as if in a nightmare trembled first, and then suddenly opened, revealing the blood-red pupils inside.

With a 'crash', the skilled female hunter jumped down immediately, and her gorgeous one-shoulder cape fluttered.

The sound of 'click' was accompanied by a spark from the activation mechanism of the transforming weapon.

The reunited [Falling Leaf] long knife chopped straight at Lan En's neck.

But at the last moment, the knife holder's arm suddenly retracted a lot, causing the dark blade to 'clang' from Lan En's neck to the wall of the alley.

"Is it you? What am I doing... you again?"

Maria's confused but forced calm voice sounded tentatively.

Although the alley was dark, the hunters of Yharnam had long been accustomed to fighting in such places.

Maria seemed to have just woken up. She touched her neck that was hit by Lan En, and saw the demon hunter who had no breastplate on his upper body and was weak.

Turning her head and looking around, there was no puppet that looked exactly like her, no hunter workshop chapel, no quiet white flower sea. It seemed that the fight to the death with the teacher she no longer recognized was just a dream.

No.

Thinking of this, Maria's tricorn hat swayed from side to side.

Geman finally asked her to "run fast", what did that mean?

Thinking of this, Maria sorted out the memory of being knocked unconscious later.

Maria easily thought that the only person who could knock her out from behind was Lan En.

She was not as angry or difficult to accept as ordinary people who were knocked unconscious and found the person who did it.

In Yharnam, some things are better not to even look at.

Although she trusted her teacher and the Healing Church before, she had experienced so much after the trust was broken, and she still knew this situation.

So for Lan En, she is now at most waiting for a simple, even a little vague explanation.

Unfortunately, before she could even finish this explanation, Maria saw Lan weakly sliding down the wall and sitting on the ground.

She went forward to ask for details, but Lan just smiled with his head down as if he was almost unconscious.

Maria was helpless.

She could only hope that she could find similarities in this place from her "long-lost" memories, and then go to the Orton Chapel to call for help.

However, when the blood noble took the first step out of the dark alley, she was suddenly stunned.

Because a ray of cold but real dawn sunlight was casting a shadow on the brim of her tricorn hat!