Chapter: 334
Not long after, they saw an ancient castle whose outer wall had collapsed, and saw that the still standing outer wall was covered with green plants, and the exposed places were mostly mottled.
Before he got close to it, Klein felt a bone-piercing coldness, and a pimple suddenly appeared on his arm.
"There are indeed resentful souls." Frye said without any ups and downs, looking at the castle.
Dunn glanced sideways at a certain newly promoted Nighthawk, smiled and said, "Don't worry, with '3-0782' and Frye, the resentful spirits won't cause too much trouble."
Holding the special revolver in one hand and the mutated holy emblem of the sun in the other, he took the lead and walked towards the ruined castle.
Klein followed closely behind, always ready to pull the trigger, or smash out his cane, and use a spell.
Whoooo!
When Dunn was less than five meters away from the castle, when things such as the incomplete stables and the well came into Klein's eyes, a gust of cold wind that could be described as stern blew out, as if rejecting the uninvited visitor.
The three nighthawks did not stop, and continued to move forward. The warm and pure feeling gradually dispelled the coldness, occupying the front of the castle.
They stepped on the stacked stones through the collapsed outer wall, slowly entered the old castle that lost the gate, and stepped on the broken floor tiles.
The stone pillars collapsed, and the mossy castle hall was quite wide, but the windows were narrow and located at a higher position, making lighting a difficult task, making the place dim and gloomy.
This is also the characteristic of ancient buildings at the end of the fourth era and the beginning of the fifth era... Klein, the pseudo-historian, instinctively made a judgment, and secretly activated his spiritual vision.
At this moment, an illusory but ear-piercing roar erupted, and a thick black mist suddenly filled out from nowhere, resisting the erosion of warmth and purity.
A tall figure quickly emerged from the black mist. He was wearing a black full-body armor and held a broad sword that was difficult for normal people to swing.
This resentful spirit was exactly the same as what Klein saw in Elizabeth's dream. Two groups of flame-like red light penetrated the gap of the visor, staring at the three Nighthawks coldly but angrily.
"You disturbed my slumber! It must be repaid with blood and flesh!" He took a sudden step and approached Dunn at once, slashing down heavily with the broadsword in his hand.
Dunn backed away nimbly, raised his hand and fired a shot.
when!
The silver demon hunting bullet failed to penetrate the illusory black armor, hitting it, making a crisp but unreal sound.
Klein and Frye backed away at the same time. One held the gun with one hand, and the two flames aimed at the eyes of the black-armored knight pulled the trigger. One eye turned into a deep and peaceful gray, focusing on the resentful soul.
The black-armored knight roared again, strode up to Dunn, and swept out his broadsword.
boom!
The broad sword failed to cut Dun En, but knocked him out, and hit the door hard, causing him to vomit blood.
With a bang, "3-0782" fell to the ground, and the wraith's right foot wearing iron boots couldn't wait to kick it over, kicking this dangerous badge that was constantly purifying the surrounding things out of the gate of the castle, and kicking him out ten times. Five meters range.
When Klein, who missed the shot just now, saw this scene, he was worried, nervous, and felt strange, as if he was looking down at the changes in front of him with a calm and rational attitude.
pong!
He fired another shot, and the silver demon hunting bullet hit Wraith's visor locally, causing sparks to fly everywhere, but caused no obvious damage.
"Right hand glove!" At this moment, Frye, who was always cold and gloomy, shouted, his tone full of anxiety.
Before he finished speaking, he himself raised the revolver and aimed at the iron gauntlet on the right side of Wraith.
pong! pong! Klein, who almost subconsciously followed Frye's words, pulled the trigger, and fired silver demon hunting bullets at the same time as the opponent. JrNovels.com
Before he got close to it, Klein felt a bone-piercing coldness, and a pimple suddenly appeared on his arm.
"There are indeed resentful souls." Frye said without any ups and downs, looking at the castle.
Dunn glanced sideways at a certain newly promoted Nighthawk, smiled and said, "Don't worry, with '3-0782' and Frye, the resentful spirits won't cause too much trouble."
Holding the special revolver in one hand and the mutated holy emblem of the sun in the other, he took the lead and walked towards the ruined castle.
Klein followed closely behind, always ready to pull the trigger, or smash out his cane, and use a spell.
Whoooo!
When Dunn was less than five meters away from the castle, when things such as the incomplete stables and the well came into Klein's eyes, a gust of cold wind that could be described as stern blew out, as if rejecting the uninvited visitor.
The three nighthawks did not stop, and continued to move forward. The warm and pure feeling gradually dispelled the coldness, occupying the front of the castle.
They stepped on the stacked stones through the collapsed outer wall, slowly entered the old castle that lost the gate, and stepped on the broken floor tiles.
The stone pillars collapsed, and the mossy castle hall was quite wide, but the windows were narrow and located at a higher position, making lighting a difficult task, making the place dim and gloomy.
This is also the characteristic of ancient buildings at the end of the fourth era and the beginning of the fifth era... Klein, the pseudo-historian, instinctively made a judgment, and secretly activated his spiritual vision.
At this moment, an illusory but ear-piercing roar erupted, and a thick black mist suddenly filled out from nowhere, resisting the erosion of warmth and purity.
A tall figure quickly emerged from the black mist. He was wearing a black full-body armor and held a broad sword that was difficult for normal people to swing.
This resentful spirit was exactly the same as what Klein saw in Elizabeth's dream. Two groups of flame-like red light penetrated the gap of the visor, staring at the three Nighthawks coldly but angrily.
"You disturbed my slumber! It must be repaid with blood and flesh!" He took a sudden step and approached Dunn at once, slashing down heavily with the broadsword in his hand.
Dunn backed away nimbly, raised his hand and fired a shot.
when!
The silver demon hunting bullet failed to penetrate the illusory black armor, hitting it, making a crisp but unreal sound.
Klein and Frye backed away at the same time. One held the gun with one hand, and the two flames aimed at the eyes of the black-armored knight pulled the trigger. One eye turned into a deep and peaceful gray, focusing on the resentful soul.
The black-armored knight roared again, strode up to Dunn, and swept out his broadsword.
boom!
The broad sword failed to cut Dun En, but knocked him out, and hit the door hard, causing him to vomit blood.
With a bang, "3-0782" fell to the ground, and the wraith's right foot wearing iron boots couldn't wait to kick it over, kicking this dangerous badge that was constantly purifying the surrounding things out of the gate of the castle, and kicking him out ten times. Five meters range.
When Klein, who missed the shot just now, saw this scene, he was worried, nervous, and felt strange, as if he was looking down at the changes in front of him with a calm and rational attitude.
pong!
He fired another shot, and the silver demon hunting bullet hit Wraith's visor locally, causing sparks to fly everywhere, but caused no obvious damage.
"Right hand glove!" At this moment, Frye, who was always cold and gloomy, shouted, his tone full of anxiety.
Before he finished speaking, he himself raised the revolver and aimed at the iron gauntlet on the right side of Wraith.
pong! pong! Klein, who almost subconsciously followed Frye's words, pulled the trigger, and fired silver demon hunting bullets at the same time as the opponent. JrNovels.com
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