Chapter 127 Yeats: Lend me your strength, King of the Wild Hunt!

On the barren Gobi Desert, strong winds blew up weeds.

The moon was shattered like a mirror.

The black-armored knight rode an eight-legged divine horse covered in iron armor, holding the reins in one hand and a spear that shone like lightning in the other.

A strong wind was howling past, and Ye Zhi saw a knight in black armor landing in front of him, pulling the reins of the eight-legged divine horse, and the horse raised its front hooves and neighed.

The fierce beast of God, Remiel, had a deep and terrifying voice as his lion eyes reflected the black-armored knight standing in front of the silver-haired boy.

"King of the Wild Hunt, you shouldn't have come."

"But I'm here anyway... No, this dialogue is a bit cliché."

The King of the Wild Hunt raised the spear in his hand. The tip of the spear engraved with runes glowed with divine light. He pointed at Remiel and said in a commanding tone: "I want to take this boy away."

Remiel's cold lion eyes swept across Ye Zhi behind the King of the Wild Hunt and flatly refused:

"Impossible! This is my divine domain. You are not allowed to trample on the rules!"

“What are the rules?”

The King of the Wild Hunt asked and answered his own question, and his spear gleamed like lightning before being thrown out suddenly, rushing towards Remiel like a meteor.

"I am the rules!"

Boom! The light cut through the sky, and Ye Zhi was 90% sure that this was the legendary artifact, Gungnir, the Spear of Eternity! An artifact could greatly enhance a god, and was even more valuable than a priesthood. The Spear of Eternity was the most divine of artifacts, and only one holy artifact could rival it!

The gun light suddenly burst out.

Like a meteorite falling to the ground, the entire divine realm trembled violently, and the sky was eroded into a large number of fragments.

The lightning swallowed Remiel. When the deafening sound passed, Ye Zhi saw a big hole in Remiel's chest, which was healing slowly.

The meteor-like spear fell back into the hands of the King of the Wild Hunt again. Ye Zhi was shocked by the power that could severely damage the gods.

Everyone can speak Chinese.

I'm just a rookie who has just been promoted to the second ring. Have you achieved so much?

Could it be that you are my predecessor who traveled through time hundreds of years earlier than me?

There is a trumpet called Emperor Lorraine? Remiel flapped his fiery wings and flew into the sky, his cold and ruthless voice echoing in this world.

"King of the Wild Hunt, you and this human are both sinners destined to receive divine punishment. You are harboring a sinner, which is an even greater crime. Even if you have great power, you will be judged for this sin!"

"joke!"

The voice of the King of the Wild Hunt was awe-inspiring, echoing throughout the realm, exploding like thunder.

"If the world is guilty, the king will bear the consequences!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

Brother, you are so handsome! Boom! In the soul realm, an endless army of soul beasts appeared.

The beast tide that Morning Frost Ridge faced could not be compared with the soul beast tide before them.

Ye Zhi stood in the Gobi Desert, looking around at the soul beasts rushing in from all directions, and suddenly felt an invisible force lifting him up and placing him on the saddle behind the King of the Wild Hunt.

The King of the Wild Hunt looked back at Yeats and said calmly, "Hold on to me, don't fall."

Ye Zhi was stunned, and suddenly leaned back, hurriedly grabbing the sharp shoulder armor of the King of the Wild Hunt that was flying to both sides, but saw the eight-legged horse carrying himself and the King of the Wild Hunt rushing into the sky.

Looking down from the sky, the ground was covered with densely packed soul beasts. Ye Zhi's heart was pounding and his thoughts were running wild. He heard the voice of the King of the Wild Hunt.

"Are you thinking about how to cook soul beasts?"

Ye Zhi was suddenly startled and looked at the King of the Wild Hunt.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Didn't you say that? It's your adoptive father... Of course, I know that's not a nice word, haha." The King of the Wild Hunt laughed.

Yeats became more and more confused, but at least he was sure that He had no ill will towards him.

At the same time, the eight-legged divine horse galloped across the sky, stirring up a black and dense gale. Like a moving black mountain, it crushed through the army of soul beasts. The soul beasts swallowed by the black wind disappeared instantly.

Remiel, who had been watching for a long time, suddenly attacked.

A bolt of lightning came out of his mouth and rushed towards Ye Zhi like a dancing silver snake!

Suddenly.

The King of the Wild Hunt stretched out his hand, grabbed the neck of the lightning snake, tightened his five fingers, and dispersed the lightning with a "bang".

Even Remiel, who holds the power of thunder, could not help but remain silent at this moment and looked deeply at the King of the Wild Hunt.

"You can take him away in the divine realm, but in the material realm, I will erase him—"

The figure of the divine beast slowly disappeared into the sky.

Yeats: "Just let Him go like that?"

The King of the Wild Hunt: "Hunting is important. Don't you see there are so many soul beasts?"

Ye Zhi: “…”

It turns out that the "lie" in "Wild Hunt" is the same as the "lie" in "hunting"?

The King of the Wild Hunt rode his eight-legged divine horse, raising a black wind to capture all the fleeing soul beasts on the ground, and then he let his mount slowly land.

Bang! Ye Zhi was thrown off the horse mercilessly and fell to the ground, coughing in pain.

"I forgot to mention this just now. I don't like men riding with me." The King of the Wild Hunt crossed his arms. "This time is an exception."

Ye Zhi stood up, dusted himself off, and asked, "Why... can you speak [Chinese]?"

"Don't you know how to do it, too?" the King of the Wild Hunt asked.

Ye Zhi remained silent. He did not rule out the possibility that Chinese did exist in this world, but it was still inconvenient to directly expose the identity of the time traveler.

"Thank you for your rescue..." Ye Zhi said, "I will pay tribute to you after we get through this difficult time."

"Get through this difficult time?" The King of the Wild Hunt smiled. "Do you know that Remiel in the material world, killing you is just like killing a chicken?"

Yeats: "...it would probably be easier to kill me than a chicken."

“Haha.” The King of the Wild Hunt laughed hoarsely and changed the subject, saying, “The flow of time in the divine realm is much slower than that in the material realm. You can stay here and slowly think of countermeasures…”

"Oh, by the way, while you are trapped in the divine realm, your two girlfriends are also struggling in the soul realm. Do you want to see how they escape?"

Ye Zhi was startled: "Two?"

The King of the Wild Hunt sat on the ground, crossed his legs, and tapped the air with his fingertips. Suddenly, a blue magic light screen like a TV screen appeared.

Ye Zhi had a complicated expression: "The magic in 'Uncle in Another World'?"

The King of the Wild Hunt silently raised his head, looked at Ye Zhi, and patted the place beside him.

Yeats was speechless for a while, sitting on the ground, and looking up at the picture with the eight-legged divine horse that came over.

"Remire has the ability to control illusions. He will create the most horrifying illusions in people's hearts and lead them to admit that they are guilty."

The King of the Wild Hunt explained calmly, "Because He cannot observe your inner heart, He created soul beasts to test you, but your two girlfriends are not so lucky."

The first thing that appeared on the screen was Gray's figure. For some reason, her face was covered with tears.

It was the first time that Yeats saw the optimistic and heartless Grey crying. He felt inexplicably distressed. He suppressed his temper and looked at the fear in Grey's heart.

*In a fantasy world.

Gray looked around in the snowy mountains, as if she had lost her way. Suddenly, a flying red dragon flew over her head. Gray's eyes lit up and she waved repeatedly: "Great Elder, I'm here!!"

The red dragon flew straight over Gray without paying any attention to her.

Gray felt a little disappointed and whispered to herself, "Well, the Great Elder probably didn't see me."

She continued walking in the mountains for a while, and saw a blue dragon looking at itself in the mirror in the snow. She hurried forward and said:

"Second Elder, I can't find the way back. Where is our home?"

The blue dragon put down the mirror, looked at Gray with disgust, and said in human language: "Who are you? Get out of here before I get angry, you ugly dragonborn!"

Gray was startled: "But, Second Elder, it was you who brought me back to the mountain..."

"Get out of here!" The blue dragon spewed out a bolt of lightning, which hit the cliff next to Gray. She screamed and ran away quickly.

The lost girl kicked the stone and muttered to herself: "It's like this again, you didn't tell me anything and just got angry at me... I'm stupid, I know, then you can explain it slowly..."

At this time, a huge green dragon appeared before his eyes. The green dragon was furious and aggressive by nature, and was dozing off in its dragon's nest.

Gray hurriedly said, "Third Elder! The Second Elder and the First Elder ignored me. You are the best. Can you tell me what happened?"

The green dragon opened his eyes, glanced at Gray, and said slowly: "Oh, it's you... The matter is simple, you are no longer welcome here."

Gray was surprised: "What did you say?"

"I said, Dragon Country is not the place for you. You don't belong to us. It's time to leave here."

Gray stammered, "But...but this is my home..."

"Home?" The green dragon sneered, "Who gave you this illusion? You are just a half-blood dragon, what qualifications do you have to stay in the Dragon Country?"

Gray's eyes gradually filled with tears: "Third Elder... You, didn't you say this to me before... You said that this is my home, and no one will abandon me again..."

She lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes, and said aggrievedly:

"I'm not smart, and there's no place for me, but I'll work hard, and I'll be useful in the future..."

Gray whispered:

"Please don't abandon me..."

The King of the Wild Hunt pressed the pause button, looked at Ye Zhi and said, "It seems that what she fears is being abandoned."

Ye Zhi: "...You are born to be a commentator, to be honest."

The King of the Wild Hunt said casually: "Let's take a look at the next illusion."

* Cemetery.

Hildre stood in front of a tombstone for a long time.

The ominous cries of crows echoed through the cemetery, and the pine trees cast ghostly shadows.

Hildre leaned over, placed a white flower in front of the tombstone, and whispered: "Teacher... I'm sorry, if you hadn't been injured in order to save me, you wouldn't have died in the duel..."

"I will take your ashes back to the North, hoping that your soul can go to Valhalla..."

At this time, the sound of breaking ground was heard in the cemetery.

Hildreth looked back alertly, her pupils contracted, and before her eyes appeared a man and a woman with blood on their faces and rotting bodies.

"Hilde... We adopted you out of kindness, but you brought disaster upon us..."

"You only harm others, Xilude, you are an evil star..."

Hildreth's face turned slightly pale, he staggered back half a step, unable to defend himself:

"No, that's not the case..."

Suddenly, a hand bone grabbed Hildre's ankle. Her face turned pale. She looked back at the man who had climbed up from the cemetery and said in a trembling voice, "Teacher..."

"You are the one who harmed me, Hildreth. My death is all because of your fault..."

"No... Please listen to my explanation, I..."

Hildre's words stuck in his throat as he looked around at the many skeletons crawling out of the cemetery.

Most of them were enemies who died at the hands of Hildreth. Some were still very young, some were very old, and some were missing limbs. They howled in pain and cursed, and staggered towards Hildreth.

Clang! The sword of the swordsmanship instructor fell towards Hildreth. She raised her swift sword to block it, but was forced to retreat again and again.

"Yes, even you feel guilty." The swordsmanship instructor said with resentment, "All of this is caused by you!"

Hildre's hands were shaking, and she found herself standing in a pool of blood. The tip of her sword was dripping with blood, and the pool of blood was spreading up her calves.

The King of the Wild Hunt paused the video, looked back at Ye Zhi, and said, "It seems that what she is afraid of is [hurting someone close to her]. What do you think?"

Although Hildreth appears indifferent, she has great sympathy for the dead, as if all the suffering they endured was caused by her bad behavior.

Ye Zhi was silent for a moment, then asked, "Are you sure their lives are not in danger?"

The King of the Wild Hunt said calmly, "In fact, their minds are stronger than you think, and they have the [Destiny] to rely on. Remiel's soul domain can't do anything to them."

Ye Zhi asked in surprise: "Destiny?"

King of the Wild Hunt: "Some people are born with extraordinary destiny, and destiny favors them. But others are rejected by destiny. Their destiny will not stop here, but your destiny may not be."

Yeats: "...Can we say something auspicious?"

King of the Wild Hunt: "Haha, let's continue watching."

*Snowy mountains.

Night falls.

Gray sat alone beside the cliff, curled up, looking lonely.

There is no place for me to go anymore.

In the world at the foot of the mountain, there are so many houses with warm bonfires in them, but they are other people’s homes and have nothing to do with oneself.

Gray exhaled a breath of cold air, rubbed her hands, raised her head, and was suddenly startled.

She saw the starry sky.

The starlight is so bright and dazzling, and every star is like a sparkling diamond.

Gray's eyes flickered slightly, and she couldn't help but stretch out her hand, quietly counting the stars in the sky and humming:

"Twinkle, twinkle little star, the sky is full of little stars..."

Gray was suddenly startled.

Where did she learn this song? It was so strange, yet so warm... Gray raised her arm and wiped her warm eyes.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

She heard gentle singing in her ears.

It was a clear male voice, which I vaguely heard somewhere before.

"Floating far above the mundane clouds, shining like a diamond in the night sky..."

Suddenly, Gray's eyes focused, she grabbed the hand axe at her waist and threw it hard into the sky!

Crack! The sky was like a huge piece of glass hit by a stone, breaking and then collapsing completely.

A faint sigh was heard in the darkness.

"Descendant of the most ancient dragon... you are the one who will bear the responsibility of the end of the world... leave this place..."

Gray reached out to catch the flying axe, wiped her nose triumphantly, and snorted coldly.

"Huh, I told you I was smart!"

* Cemetery.

Hildrede continued to fend off the attacks of her swordsmanship instructor in a pool of blood, and the wailing undead continued to torture her nerves.

"Your hands are stained with the blood of your loved ones, and you can never clean them no matter what you do."

The swordsmanship instructor's voice was low: "Your sword is dishonored by this!"

Hildre's eyes flashed, these words seemed familiar.

What is the sword fighting for?

Just like Lorraine's poems, when will the spear turn into an olive branch? When will the flames of war turn into white doves? The answer is blowing in the wind.

"Be a queen who protects others, Hildrede."

The boy's unwavering tone echoed in my ears.

"Your sword is made for this!"

Clang! Suddenly, Hilde slashed out with a mighty sword, and the blade swept across, and all the undead retreated.

The swordsmanship instructor's figure slowly disappeared, his resentful tone was replaced by a peaceful one, and he had a kind smile on his face.

"Hilde, you are my proudest student. Remember what I said..."

"The sword will rust sooner or later. Find your scabbard..."

Hildreth stood quietly in the cemetery. A beam of sunlight broke through the dark clouds and fell on the bunch of white daisies in the cemetery.

"Teacher, I have found the scabbard." Hildre said softly.

…

Gobi Desert.

The King of the Wild Hunt crossed his arms and nodded, "They don't need you at all."

Ye Zhi complained: "It's all thanks to me."

The King of the Wild Hunt shrugged noncommittally and said:

"Now, there is still a biggest problem in front of you..."

"Once you leave the divine realm and the flow of time returns to normal, how will you face Remiel in the material realm?"

Ye Zhi was silent for a long time, and said seriously:

"Godfather, do you have any solution?"

"Don't call me godfather." The King of the Wild Hunt said calmly, "Remiel used a bishop as a medium to allow his flesh body to descend into the material world. I can't do anything to him, but..."

Yeats pricked up his ears: "But what?"

"But I can lend you my power—"

Yeats couldn't discern the Wild Hunt King's true thoughts through the cold and heavy black helmet.

"I can tell you one thing, the seven apostles are enemies that I must eliminate." The King of the Wild Hunt said in a cold voice.

"Your body serves as a [container] for my power to descend upon the material world. Although it can only last for three minutes, it is enough to push Remiel back to the divine realm." The King of the Wild Hunt said, "After that, it will be a contest between me and Him."

Ye Zhi: "Are you also Ultraman? You can only descend for three minutes?"

At this time.

The King of the Wild Hunt tapped the screen, and the picture changed again, showing a real scene: Gray and Hilde were guarding Yeats, who was sitting in a daze on the sled chair. Facing the invincible Remiel, although there was no hope of survival, their eyes were extremely firm.

And under the sky, the divine beast Remiel slowly raised his right palm, and his sharp claws condensed some powerful fighting skills.

All movements seemed to be slowed down thirty-two times, but as time passed, Remiel's concentrated offensive was approaching Yeats little by little.

"Although the flow of time in the divine realm has slowed down, the outside world is still constantly changing. By the time you get out, Remiel will have already launched an attack on you."

The King of the Wild Hunt said in a cold tone: "You'd better decide quickly whether to use my power or not."

Yeats frowned.

My mind is filled with plots like possession of bodies and resurrection of evil gods.

"What, then, is the price?" Yeats said. "If you want to borrow power, you must pay a price. I am sure of this."

The King of the Wild Hunt nodded and said, "You are right, but to be honest, both your soul and body are too useless. I don't even look down on them. Even if I want to possess someone else, I will choose someone with better talents. What do you think?"

Ye Zhi: "...broken defense, bro."

The King of the Wild Hunt stroked his chin and said, "However, rules are rules. It's like a deal with the devil. You have to pay something... Do you have anything that can be used as a price?"

Ye Zhi reached into his bosom and took out a stack of parchment, saying weakly:

"Godfather, this is the book I just wrote called Young Lorraine. Do you think this is the price?"

The King of the Wild Hunt was visibly stunned for a moment, took the parchment and flipped through it hastily, saying in a strange tone: "The writing is not bad..."

Yeats: "After all, he is the chosen one of art."

"Then the deal is done."

The King of the Wild Hunt put away the parchment and said calmly:

"Just give the unfinished volumes to the Wild Hunt."

Ye Zhi: “…”

What's going on? Can I exchange the pornographic book for the power of the Holy Land?

I wonder what Father Andres would think if he knew about this.

"When the soul realm is lifted, your soul will return to your body." The King of the Wild Hunt said in a serious voice, "And Remiel's attack will also attack you at that moment. You must not be stunned. You must call for my coming the moment you regain consciousness."

Ye Zhi nodded and said, "What should I do?"

"Take this—"

The King of the Wild Hunt handed over the gleaming Spear of Eternity.

The panel identification appeared in front of Ye Zhi's eyes, and he shuddered with fear.

"Eternal Spear 'Gungnir': A legendary artifact. The tip of the spear is engraved with the original runes, which can break through all defenses. The handle is made of branches of the World Tree and is indestructible, like a meteor or lightning. After equipping, it provides the following attribute bonuses and spells: ???"

Ye Zhi: ??? No, buddy, I just got promoted to the second ring, you give me Gungnir? A max-level boss is showing off his arsenal to a second-ring newbie, right?

The King of the Wild Hunt seemed to see through Yeats's thoughts and said calmly, "Of course I will return it. When you leave this place, pierce the tip of the Spear of Eternity into the ground and call out my name loudly - King of the Wild Hunt!"

Ye Zhi listened to this word-by-word call and complained:

“Isn’t this too childish?”

"The key is fashion. Do you understand fashion?" said the King of the Wild Hunt.

Yeats nodded and spoke wildly:

"I understand. Just like Kamen Rider has to shout "Transform" before he transforms, he also has to shout "Tiga" when he presses the Aura Stick.

"Gungnir is now the magic wand. As soon as I get out, I'll summon you to my body and we'll kill each other. This is our exciting combination skill!"

The King of the Wild Hunt was speechless: "What are you talking about... Come on, hold the Spear of Eternity!"

"Are you sure I can hold the artifact? I'm only at the second ring..." Ye Zhi said uncertainly.

The King of the Wild Hunt said impatiently, "Just take it if I tell you to!"

Ye Zhi did as he was told, and the moment his finger touched the Spear of Eternity, the overwhelming pressure that surged from it seemed to crush his soul.

"Don't let go!" the King of the Wild Hunt shouted coldly.

Ye Zhi tightly grasped the Spear of Eternity. The intense pain made him roar. Thinking of the scene of the snow leopard rushing towards Remiel, his fingers clenched even tighter!

“Wow… you have good fighting spirit.” The King of the Wild Hunt said with a hint of surprise, “Don’t forget what I said. I am going to release the divine realm. Three, two, one!”

In an instant.

The flow of time returns to normal.

Yeats opened his eyes suddenly.

Under the sky, the majestic power of the Holy Land locked him firmly! "Ye Zhi, are you awake?!" Gray said in surprise.

"Buy me some time!"

Ye Zhi answered quickly, looking down at his palm with a stern look.

In his hand, he held a lightning spear that was glowing with a dazzling light. The surging majestic aura made Ye Zhi's blood boil.

At the same moment.

Remiel's eyes were grim, and he swung out with his sharp claws, like a blade cutting through the air, coming with a thunderous roar!

Yeats left the sled chair and stabbed the Spear of Eternity into the ground.

Remiel's slash was about to cut Ye Zhi in half, but Hildreth condensed a ruby ​​shield in his hand and resolutely blocked it in front of him.

Crack! The shield didn't even hold out for 0.01 second before it completely shattered.

The divinity of the Black Knight hidden in Hildreth's body burst out and transformed into the appearance of the Black Knight, buying only one second of time.

Clang! The blade slashed down along the black knight's head, instantly killing the incarnation.

Hildreth cried out in pain, and a hideous knife wound ran down her left face from top to bottom, her face covered in blood. Her left eye was blind, and she had a scar that was difficult to heal.

In the moment of risking life.

Ye Zhi knelt on one knee, and the Eternal Spear that was stuck into the ground revealed a magic circle. The magic circle was shining brightly, and a majestic aura of hunting surged from it!

"bring it on--"

Ye Zhi said in a stern voice: "King of the Wild Hunt!!"

Behind Ye Zhi, a black wind that covered the sky and the sun emerged, and in the storm of lightning and thunder, a wild hunting army appeared! Remiel's pupils flickered slightly, and there was a trace of disbelief on his majestic face.

But see.

Behind the silver-haired boy, an illusion of a gigantic demon wolf appeared! ! According to legend, it was Fenrir, the demon wolf that devoured the gods during Ragnarok.

He stood behind Ye Zhi, opened his bloody mouth, and swallowed Ye Zhi whole! !

The sky shook violently, and when the illusion of the demon wolf disappeared, a figure in black armor appeared at the position of the silver-haired boy!

He wore a steel helmet with dark flames flickering in the gaps. He was wearing dark armor with flying shoulder armors carved with roaring wolf heads on both sides! The King of the Wild Hunt... No, Ye Zhi looked down at his palms with a cold look, and slowly clenched them.

Remiel's eyes flickered, revealing a humane shock! (End of this chapter)