Chapter 913 Leap and Slash

Horace trembled all over as he looked at the old man who was walking quickly in the priest's robes of the Temple of Sin.

Different from ordinary priests' clothes, this priest's clothes are embroidered with a gold thread.

In many temples, this means one thing: high priest!

High Priest of the Temple of Sin: Bulville!

Bullwell, a very important figure in the city of Nawea and even in the entire South.

It's not just because the other party is the high priest of the Temple of Sin.

Also because of the legend of the other party.

Yes, it is a legend!

Since the other party killed two adult gang members at the age of thirteen, and was seriously injured and adopted by an unknown deacon of the Temple of Sin, the other party's life has shocked others.

At the age of fourteen, the opponent, who had just recovered from a serious injury, relied on the skills he learned from the Sin Knight to kill all twenty members of that gang.

Then, he was seriously injured again.

Everyone thinks that the other person is dead.

But after being in a coma for three days, Bulwer woke up again.

Everyone was surprised by Bulwell's vitality, and believed that Bulwell, who had saved his life, would honestly inherit his adoptive father's position.

In fact, the next two years were more or less the same.

Until the poor deacon was robbed and killed by a group of bandits on his way to the south.

After receiving the news, sixteen-year-old Bulwer disappeared into the temple that night.

Bulwer did not know who killed his adoptive father.

It doesn't matter.

Just kill all the bandits heading south.

Ten people, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand people.

One day, ten days, a hundred days, a thousand days.

One year, two years, three years... ten years!

Bulwell changed from a sixteen-year-old boy to a twenty-six-year-old young man, and his name became a terrifying nightmare for bandits on the North-South Road.

What every bandit fears most is meeting Bulwer.

Therefore, there are fewer and fewer bandits there.

From the peak of hundreds to thousands of bandits, there are now only a handful.

In the end, there was even more silence.

At that time, the twenty-six-year-old Bulwer returned to Nawea City.

Bulville, in rags and tattered clothes, was greeted like a hero with a rusty iron sword in his hand, but he ignored it. He returned straight to the Temple of Sin, successfully challenged the then knight commander, and then became the new knight commander , and in the next twenty years, he became the chief priest and eventually the high priest.

Forty-six-year-old high priest.

An age that is definitely worth remembering.

But when it comes to Bulwell, it's not surprising at all.

Too many meritorious deeds and too many achievements made everyone sincerely convinced of this high priest.

Even if the other party is old, it is the same.

At least Horace from the Temple of the Hunter was stunned.

Seeing the appearance of the High Priest of the Temple of Sin, only the trembling Horace became confused. He never expected such a coincidence to happen.

Just when he was about to stand on the opposite side of the other party, the other party appeared!

What a coincidence.

It was such a coincidence that even Horace, whose thinking was so frightened that he was frozen, realized something was wrong.

Horace subconsciously looked to one side at Kieran.

"I will forgive him."

"Just like you are willing to stand on the side of the Temple of Thorns."

Kieran spoke in a calm and slow tone, as if stating something that could not be changed.

Moreover, from the beginning to the end, Kieran did not even look at the other party.

Qin Ran's attention had already been attracted by the sudden appearance of the high priest of the Temple of Sin.

Similarly, the high priest ignored Horace and walked straight towards Qin Ran.

When he was still about twenty meters away from Kieran, the high priest stopped.

The two looked at each other, the high priest's eyes were bright and dazzling, while Qin Ran's eyes changed from the previous indifference and became as sharp as a sword.

call!

The night wind was blowing back and forth, but when it approached Qin Ran and the high priest, it suddenly became quiet, as if it was blown into a bottomless abyss without any reverberation.

quiet.

Extremely quiet.

The silence is uncomfortable.

The silence is frightening.

Horace, who was ignored by the two men, felt a tightness in his chest, as if Cheng had been hit in the chest with a hammer. He felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.

Without hesitation, Horace took his animal companions back to a place tens of meters away, but immediately the priest of the Hunter's Temple changed his expression drastically again.

"Go!"

Turning over and riding on his animal companion, Horace gave the order directly.

Horace leaned on the black dog's back, feeling the animal companion's departure and the peace of mind. Involuntarily, the priest of the Hunter's Temple looked back.

In an instant, Horace's eyes widened.

what did he see

He saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!

He saw a throne made of bones!

He saw thousands of dead souls looking up to the sky and wailing under the moonlight night!

He saw two kings holding sharp blades and wearing bright red clothes, like Shura!

kill!

Kill!

kill kill kill!

…

Shouts of killing echoed in Horace's heart like thunder, and the mood that had just calmed down suddenly felt like being struck by lightning.

puff!

Unable to hold back a mouthful of blood any longer, it spurted out directly.

"Weird, monster!"

"Two monsters!"

Horace, with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, groaned like this.

Then, the priest of the Hunter Temple fell unconscious on the back of his animal companion, allowing his animal companion to carry him away.

Horace left.

But more people appeared secretly.

They looked at Qin Ran and Bulwer who were facing each other with great interest.

"'King of Killers' versus 'King of Slaughter'?"

"Interesting! Interesting!"

"It's just two executioners killing each other!"

"The executioner?"

"No, no, the strong should be respected, they are Shura!"

"It's an honor to see a fight like this."

…

In the shadows and corners, countless voices communicated.

Either low or high.

or express admiration.

Or with great interest.

Or scoff.

But no one has any intention of hiding it.

Because their identities as high priests or officiants do not require such cover-ups at all.

unnecessary.

It's not necessary either.

After all, they have nothing to do with the two people who are about to start a life and death battle.

They are just bystanders.

However, both Kieran and Bulwer ignored these bystanders.

Both of them focused on each other.

Except for each other.

They see nothing else, hear nothing else.

Woo, woo!

The night wind grew stronger unconsciously.

Qin Ran's crow-feather cloak rustled, and the tips of his hair were blown high, dancing messily, revealing his unforgettable eyes.

Clear as water.

But he was boiling with murderous intent.

Reflecting on this, Bulwer pulled out the long sword from the scabbard bit by bit.

The long sword was ordinary and full of rust.

The bright red rust made the long sword look like scrap metal.

But as the sword was drawn out bit by bit, the screams of the dead became increasingly harsh, completely covering up the night wind.

In front of everyone's eyes, there seemed to be an illusion of tens of thousands of people being slaughtered.

Kieran was no exception.

In fact, he is the most intuitive one.

But he was also the one who was not affected at all.

Woo, woo!

Ahhh!

Around you, the night wind is noisy.

In his ears, there was a continuous wail.

And Qin Ran dodged and disappeared on the spot.

He jumped into the air.

The huge, eerie purple sword blade was raised high above his head.

Suddenly, the purple moonlight suddenly lit up.

The strange purple sword blade suddenly became dazzling and slashed hard.

PS first update~