A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 662 Long time no see, you are still so popular
Hell's talent pool...

Lin Yi looked at the old cardinal speechlessly.

He still can't see this kind of disabled soul in emotion.

"Who says I don't like it." The old cardinal retorted after hearing Lin Yi's complaints, "The incomplete splendid cosmic soul is also a splendid cosmic soul, even if it cannot fully withstand the power of the supreme angel, it will definitely Much better than other souls, to be a hell devil, a fallen angel is definitely more than enough!"

... Then I really thank you for Lucifer!
Lin Yi nodded, accepting the big brother's explanation.

Of course, accepting it is an acceptance, and he himself naturally does not believe it.

Compared with this explanation, Lin Yi thinks it is more likely that the boss is unwilling to create a [brilliant cosmic soul], and wants to study what this kind of soul is all about.

However, he is reluctant to study the complete one, so the incomplete splendid cosmic soul has become his best experiment.

This is not just Lin Yi's conspiracy theory. The boss himself admitted that in order to cultivate a splendid cosmic soul, he specially reproduced the life trajectories of Gabriel and Michael on mortals. It can be seen that the boss himself is a very The god of experimental thinking.

This can also be seen in His calling that dimension the Creation Laboratory.

Lin Yi completed the deal with God, and after Ben reached an agreement on the terms of the next deal, he quickly left here with the cross that could summon Anna's soul.

This time, without God's intervention, he finally accurately located Van Helsing's position, used the sword of space to cut a silver crack, and then stepped straight in.

……

The night wind was blowing, and Fan Helsing, wearing a black windbreaker and black hat, was standing beside a dry well in a certain village, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. The moon seems to be waiting for a certain moment.

On the ground, magic circles drawn with coal criss-crossed, enclosing the entire dry well in the center. Four red candles were lit at the four corners of the magic circle, and the faint flames kept beating in the night wind.

Van Helsing took a deep breath of the cigarette, feeling the stimulation of the nicotine and tar on his throat and lungs, and finally spit it out slowly.

"call--"

The white smoke was blown towards the magic circle under the moonlight, turning into a thin white mist and gradually dissipating.

At this moment, the red candle closest to the dry well suddenly flickered, and the bright flame began to appear and disappear, and after a few seconds, it was completely extinguished as if it finally couldn't hold on.

Fan Helsing's expression became serious, he spat out the unfinished cigarette, crushed it with his feet, lifted the heavy sacred platinum crossbow to his chest, and looked at the dry well in front of him vigilantly.

Soon, gusts of night wind blew out all the remaining three candles, leaving only a strange sound of wind, and the whole village seemed to be shrouded in an eerie atmosphere.

Van Helsing narrowed his eyes slightly, and kept murmuring in a low voice.

"Come on, come on, I know you have longed for blood for a long time!"

"Don't suppress your bloodthirsty impulse, I'm in a hurry, I don't have that much time to spend with you..."

Before the words fell, a shrill scream came from the dry well. Fan Helsing pulled the trigger without hesitation, and shot out crossbow arrows soaked in holy water.

At the same time, a pale phantom sprang out from the dry well, just bumped into these deadly crossbow arrows, and was shot into a sieve by the crossbow arrows before it could make a second scream.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Iron crossbow arrows were inserted into the translucent body of the white phantom, and the holy water attached to it played a role, burning the body of the white phantom into black holes one after another.

"Wow!!"

Wisps of black smoke rose from the hole, the white phantom couldn't bear the pain, let out a shrill scream that didn't resemble a human being, and then rushed towards Fan Helsing like crazy.

Fan Helsing was not in a hurry, he had rich experience in hunting dark creatures and ghosts and ghosts, he knew that the more this situation happened, the more calm he would be, so he raised the crossbow with one hand and kept aiming at the body of the phantom white shadow, and at the same time A sharp silver stake was pulled out from his waist, intending to fight in close combat after the crossbow arrow lost its range.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The crossbow arrows soaked in holy water were shot out one after another, and finally shot the white phantom into a sieve before it approached Van Helsing.

The white phantom uttered an extremely painful scream, and the body was corroded by the crossbow arrows and holy water, and a large amount of black smoke floated out, and finally dissipated completely in the black holes that continued to spread.

Fan Helsing heaved a sigh of relief, put the silver stake he had just taken out back to its original position, then lowered the crossbow in his hand, and made a sign of the cross on his chest with his free left hand, silently saving the undead that had just disappeared.

"May the Lord grant you rest..."

"Wow!!"

Before the words fell, several fierce screams came from the dry well again.

The expression on Fan Helsing's face froze immediately, he stared wide-eyed at the dry well in front of him, and saw at least two figures of white phantoms rushing out from the mouth of the well.

"...This is called a demon spirit?"

Fan Helsing couldn't help exhaling the fragrance, turned around and ran wildly without hesitation.

Behind him, more than a dozen pale phantoms rushed out from the dry well, following the smell of flesh and blood, they flew towards Fan Helsing, who was fleeing forward, and kept screaming shrill enough to make ordinary people stunned.

Gritting his teeth, Van Helsing ran wildly on the muddy road in the countryside, while crazily cursing those members of the Holy See who were in charge of investigating intelligence.

False information really kills people!
He really thought that there was only one demon spirit in the dry well, so he only brought a box of crossbow arrows with him, and specially placed a magic circle beside the dry well to lure the demon spirit...

This is simply killing me!
Van Helsing thought angrily in his heart.

Of course, this is far from a dead end. He has been in more dangerous situations than this one, and he has been in countless times. The most dangerous one even saw a very famous devil king of hell.

Compared to that one, these demon spirits behind him are nothing at all.

What's more, they also have a very deadly habit, that is, they will never leave their habitat too far. As long as they can escape that range before they catch up, they can easily escape the pursuit of these demon spirits.

only……

Fan Helsing glanced at the white demon spirit behind him from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but feel a cold killing intent in his heart.

"Damn Earl Kex, how many women have you harmed?!"

At this moment, a silver crack suddenly appeared in front of Fan Helsing, and an invisible spatial fluctuation centered on the crack swept rapidly in all directions.

In an instant, Fan Helsing who was running wildly on the street, the muddy water splashing at his feet, the white demon spirit flying behind him, and even the dust particles floating under the moonlight, everything was frozen in the air.

Fan Helsing's pupils shrank, staring fixedly at the silver crack in front of him.

I saw a shiny silver metal boot stepping out of the crack, followed by a holy and mighty silver full-body armor, engraved with countless holy white inscriptions, and interlaced on the arm armor to form a cross pattern.

Further up, a handsome face that only emerged in memory suddenly came into view.

Fan Helsing was slightly taken aback, and then an uncontrollable joy surged in his heart.

"Your Excellency Lin Yi?!"

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

Lin Yi smiled slightly, and immediately cast his eyes on the white phantom flying all over the sky behind Fan Helsing, couldn't help but teased with a smile on his face: "You are still so popular!"

Fan Hai laughed hard: "I don't think these guys can be considered human beings."

"I don't mean them either."

Lin Yi shook his head, a silver light flashed on the sword of space floating behind him, and Fan Helsing, who had been imprisoned, immediately regained his mobility, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Your Excellency Lin Yi, I think you can inform me before contacting imprisonment."

Fan Helsing rolled his eyes and complained while patting the dust off his black windbreaker.

"Next time definitely."

Lin Yi made a perfunctory sentence without sincerity, and immediately cast his eyes on the white phantoms all over the sky.

These virtual images are a group of wandering ghosts, but they are more solid than ghosts, and their faces are very ugly. They are covered with dry flesh and decayed bones, like corpses that were buried in the ground for decades before they were discovered. Same.

Lin Yi looked at them carefully, and found that all the white phantoms were wearing clothes that looked like rotten white dresses, and their skeletons were also very slender. They all seemed to be women...

Fan Helsing noticed Lin Yi's gaze, and couldn't help looking at these white phantoms with complicated expressions.

"They are demon spirits, terrifying ghosts that everyone talks about in this land, but in my opinion, they are just a group of poor people with ill-fated fates!"

"Oh? Tell me about it..."

Lin Yirao looked at Fan Helsing with interest.

Fan Helsing sighed and explained the origin of the demon spirit.

These demon spirits are indeed a kind of ghosts, but compared with ordinary ghosts, the conditions for the production of demon spirits are more stringent. It must be a young woman who suffered great pain and died with great resentment and anger...

(End of this chapter)