Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 163

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 163]

“Eat her…you’re going to eat Doria.”

“Eat?”

“Eat her, you’re going to tear her flesh off of her, taste it slowly, use your stomach acid to eat her pieces, and that’s it…”

“Eating human flesh?” Charles confirmed again.

“You can, you can master all of this, and the premise of doing all of this… is that you eat two pieces of meat from her, swallow her one bite at a time, from upper body to lower body, from breast to butt, thigh to Toes…” Gladio whispered.

Charles felt a trance: “I will.”

Those gritted soldiers still surrounded Ciel, and a few blade-like rays of light suddenly appeared around Ciel.

He unconsciously touched one of the bright lights, and in an instant, he was almost taken aback, only to see a huge knife light flashing in front of him, slashing the ground with a roar, leaving a deep ravine, flying over thousands of meters, passing by The place was divided into two parts, and it was cut straight from it, the internal organs scattered, and the blood shot.

Ciel looked at the terrifying scene in front of him. The ground was cut into long cracks by the giant blade, and the soil was torn apart with deep traces.

“Wow!”

“Ahhh!”

People screamed, the encirclement was cut with a bloody gap by the blade, and they couldn’t help but duck to the sides, watching the traces of the invisible blade in horror.

Xia Er touched the other blade lights around him, and the second, third, and fourth knives also quickly cut out one after another, cutting in all directions. The loud noise of the giant blade cutting through the soil was deafening, and the sound of people being cut was heart-rending.

Those who died immediately were fine, but those soldiers whose limbs were cut off were especially tragic. Parts of their bodies were cut off neatly, and they fell to the ground and wailed.

The blood was flying all over the sky, and the blood red stained the earth. Their numbers were quickly damaged. The light of the knife spread to the hills at the location of Balmoda Village, leaving deep scars on the hills.

People were still screaming at the beginning, and the next second they could only run away. They were so shocked by the power beyond imagination that they had no intention of fighting.

“You—this is—” Doria growled sharply, “I’m going to kill you!”

She waved her hand, and the frightened knights beside her rushed forward bravely. Ciel looked at them, and instantly two huge sword lights swept out from both sides of him, delicately swiped from both sides of Doria, leaving Down with her, but cut off all the knights around her.

The sound of metal cracking is piercing, the tearing of flesh is terrifying, the horses are terrified, and the riders are horrified.

Doria rode on the horse in a daze, holding the warhammer in her hand. Every knight around her had been killed. People, horses, armor and internal organs were smeared in a pool of blood, and it was impossible to distinguish the original image.

Ciel looked at the warehouses in the village of Balmoda. Gladius unleashed its violence to his heart’s content. Following Ciel’s gaze, the blade fell violently from the sky, and seven or eight invisible blades slashed down one after another, smashing all those warehouses. It was smashed, the beams collapsed, the walls collapsed, the stone bricks and wood fell, buried together with the grain baggage, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

“That’s it–that’s it–” Gladiu laughed wildly, his voice extremely sharp.

Very happy.

Ciel rode towards Doria, her eyes blank and her face pale.

Every living thing around was running away, and the rare survivors had gone mad several times, screaming indistinctly from their mouths.

He rode close, and when Ciel got too close, Doria came back to her senses, raised the warhammer in her hand and smashed it at Ciel. The hammer was too big compared to her slender figure, and Ciel suddenly realized to the means against her.

Her weapon was too large to maintain her balance, and Ciel swung the knife towards her, striking quickly, the blade hit her wrist, she was in pain, the warhammer slanted to one side, and fell off the horse with her body.

Eat her, eat her as a demon, I have eaten demons, and demons have no taste.

eat her.

She will regenerate, and the cuts on her body will heal instantly, but as long as she is eaten, she cannot heal.

Doria hurriedly stood up from the ground: “What the hell are you?”

Charles pointed the knife at her: “Vegetarian.”

Doria was at a loss for words, she stepped back blankly, and ran away.

Chapter 207 Laniol

The fire caused by the scorched black ring raged in the village of Balmoda. The food, grain, and well-prepared logistics materials were reduced to ashes in the thick smoke.

During the rain, the fire still did not go out.

When the surrounding king’s army learned that the village of Balmoda had been attacked, they changed their marching direction and approached the camp. When they arrived, they stopped and did not dare to approach.

There, they saw huge ground cracks, as if several giant blades were raging across the ground, leaving indelible scars on the world.

With a certain sense of despair, they wanted to put out the fire, but no matter what, they could not put out the terrible fire, and the village of Balmoda ended up in a blackened rubble.

War dead, ravines, fires.

The survivors speak with trepidation about the source of it all—Charles Grani, whose fame spread rapidly throughout the region, becoming more and more exaggerated in conscious and unintentional falsehoods, people say that he Can manipulate huge blades, can release explosive flames, treat human life like a mustard, and can destroy the army with its wishes.

After losing the core supply of Balmodar village, the king’s army lost the initiative of the war, and they were forced to continue their march, approaching Ashtree Hall.

“They say you are a demon who hunts demons.” Garnier put his hand on the picket wall and looked at the approaching West Coast army in the distance, the flag of the sheep’s head and the moon eye fluttered high.

The flags were not as glamorous as Shire had imagined, and now they looked disheveled and feeble.

“I’m looking for true power,” Ciel said.

“what?”

“The power of these legends before I do it…isn’t my own.”

“Who else is it?”

“Something, something extraordinarily evil, is its power. I am clear-headed and know that I cannot rely on it for long,” said Shire. “This power spans armies, nations, and the world, and I must find the equal strength, so that one day I can fight it with my own strength.”

Gladiu screamed frantically: “What you can’t do – you can only eat her – you can only eat her! -”

“You’re crazy.” Ciel peeped into Gladiu’s mind. Because it had swallowed too many souls, its evil mind was swelled, chaotic and broken. Different thoughts were intertwined and conflicted. It needed time to deal with the wailing freshness in its stomach. Soul, digest and absorb them one by one, dismantle their emotions, memories and reason, and turn them into pure soul energy for burning.

After all, demons get sick too, but Ciel doesn’t know how to name it.

Soul surge?

The soul becomes like this if you eat too much.

“Look,” Garnier pointed forward, “they’re almost there.”

Rocher sent a small force to repeatedly attract the attention of the king’s army, to keep them restless at all times, beating gongs and drums at night, firing arrows of fire at their camps to keep them from resting all night, and plundering the surroundings before them of grain.

She is indeed very cruel. Under her orders, as long as the villages on the route of the king’s army must be cleaned up, all the inhabitants will be deported, and everything that can be used for food will be forcibly collected to ensure that the king’s army cannot collect any food.

Not only that, Rocher also sent letters to all the surrounding castles and manors, forcing them to take precautions and hide or burn the food. If they refused to cooperate, Rocher’s army would visit them before the king’s army, with an extremely high attitude. Harsh, and actually sent troops to attack nobles who tried to supply the king’s army.

For this reason, people repeatedly offered to Garnier and Duke Gregory to point out the crimes she had committed in the war, and demanded that Countess Rocher be removed, but Garnier expressed his attitude strongly, claiming that Rocher’s What he did was ordered by him.

Duke Gregory has yet to respond, and seems to acquiesce to what Rocher did.

In return for all this filthy tactics, they now see an army of unprecedented exhaustion, hunger and numbers.

“Rocher said that the victory of the war belongs to those who commit the most shameless acts,” Garnier whispered.

“I don’t know how to fight, I don’t judge,” said Charles.

“Neither would I,” Garnier admitted. “But we can leave things to professionals, and Rocher is such a professional.”

“I thought you would restrain her, as others begged you, for a more heroic commander who knows how to tell the difference on the battlefield without ‘small moves’.”

“Look at the rewards of her ‘little actions’, the king’s army looks vulnerable in starvation.” Garnier pointed at them arrogantly, “I hope she does more evil and has no bottom line. , I don’t care what Rocher does as long as the victory is guaranteed.”

“They didn’t withdraw.”

“Because they thought they could raise food in the Yuwan Hall area, but they didn’t. The nobles huddled in the castle, and the towns fled. We destroyed half of the Yuwan Hall’s agricultural economy. Duke Gregory will hate it. I’m with Rocher.”

“It’s good if it’s not Ashtree Hall, and if we lose, Rain Bay Hall will fall into the king’s hands sooner or later,” said Ciel.

“Let’s leave this to the end of the fall. When Duke Gregory points at me and scolds me, you must be there to say a few good words for me.” Garnier joked.

This is the simple line of defense on the boundary between Ash Tree Hall and Yuwan Hall. A long stone is placed in the field to mark the boundary between the two territories. A temporary fortress is built on this side of Ash Tree Hall, and the wooden fence stretches for hundreds of meters. There is also a horse-rejection preventing shock.

These are just fortifications that will soon be broken. Rocher’s army does not rely on them to fight. The purpose of building these fortifications is to shorten the width of the battlefield and reduce the numerical advantage of the king’s army.

With the sound of a few horns, Rocher led the army to appear on the other side of the fortification, and marched forward with strict discipline and energy. Ash Tree Hall had far fewer troops than the opponent, which was still an extremely disadvantageous factor.

Garnier looked around nervously, he was worried.

“Are you afraid of failure?” Charles asked him.

“Of course, who is not afraid of failure,” Garnier couldn’t help saying. “Especially in wars like this, my father always told me that wars should never be taken lightly. Wars determine all the really important events in the world.”

“Really? But we also have diplomatic means and miracles.” Ciel pondered.

“God favors the strong, and whoever wins in the war shows who the God of Edvar favors. This is the real miracle,” Garnier said.

“The local priest swears that God will bless you, and the priest under the king will reveal the oracle, saying that God will bless the army under the protection of the sheep flag. Isn’t this contradictory?” said Ciel.

“Paul’s attitude must be more correct, he is so knowledgeable.” Garnier said with admiration.

“His qualities are very valuable. He prefers money to power, and he is good at obedience but not rule.” Ciel commented, “This will allow him to survive.”

“Those who disobey me will be killed by you,” Garnier said.

“It’s better not to hope for that kind of thing.”

“you’re not feeling OK?”

Ciel leaned against the wall constructed of sharpened wooden stakes: “I long for what I can’t get, but it is not completely hopeless.”

Garnier didn’t bother to discuss these trivial feelings with Ciel, he looked at the distant front: “They are starting to move.”

The army of 10,000 people is visually huge and boundless. Their weapons and armor reflect thousands of rays of light under the sunlight. It looks quite miraculous.

Charles had to stay by Garnier’s side to prevent him from being suddenly kidnapped or assassinated. Once the monarch was killed, the wind of the war would turn sharply again. The army of servants gathered to fulfill their oath to Garnier. , once this layer of agreement expires, they will immediately disband and return home.

The area was customarily known as Lanior, and the charr was able to witness the Battle of Lanior, a crucial battle of the era.

The conflict between the king’s army, which has been tortured by lack of logistics, and the army of Ash Tree Hall, which is absolutely inferior in number, will determine the future direction of Loman.

I’ve done what I can, thought Charles, really, all I can…

He heard the piercing whistling of arrows. The armies on both sides were desperately shooting at each other. The archers drew their bowstrings and shot arrows at each other. The soldiers looked panic and raised their shields to block, but arrows kept passing through. Defense, causing damage from all angles, people fell from time to time, many of whom were heroic warriors who were killed before they showed their fighting skills in hand-to-hand combat.

With bursts of roars, the two armies approached each other, beating their weapons and shields.

A bloody battle is imminent.

Chapter 208 Bloody Battlefield

“I only have one question.” Charles looked at the troops approaching each other. “After Doria retreated, who was leading the king’s army?”

“Perhaps Valentine, the Protector, or Duke Regmar, the king’s great minister,” Garnier speculated. “No one else has enough fame and merit to lead an entire army except the two of them.”

“What is their military strategy?”

“Pretty good.” Garnier nodded affirmatively, “but the governess told me that the best general cannot win a war without logistics.”

“That being said…” Charles stared at the battle.

The forwards of the two sides met each other, and the conscripts wielded the best weapons they could find, and slashed and slashed at the other side. The killing sound was loud and the flags flew.

A large number of temporary fortifications were set up in advance by Rocher on the border, which consisted of a series of earthen fortifications, stagnant carriages, stone piles and small camps.

“They’re bleeding.” Garnier looked away.

[End of This Chapter]