Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 185

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 185]

“You can’t talk to others like this.” Ciel whispered in his heart.

“It’s an idiot,” Gladiu said.

“Gladius is the mightiest daemon in hell.” The daemon of peace curled all of its tentacles to the charr as a sign of submission.

“Look, I’ll say it speaks nicely.” Gladiu smugly.

“This place seems…great…” Ciel looked around, the surroundings were beautiful and peaceful, and if this wasn’t hell, maybe it would be nice to stay here.

However, after all, this is a dark and ghostly place, and you should not let your guard down anyway.

“Yu is a demon god born out of yearning for peace and beauty, and so is Baix.” The demon god of peace introduced himself, “So, please allow me to lead you to tour Yu’s field, so that the two distinguished guests can understand this place. ”

“Okay.” Charles nodded.

He had doubts in his heart: “How can we get… that orb?”

“It’s very simple, Baix is a waste, and its relatives are also waste. When we lock the position of the orb, I will use the power of the sharp blade to kill everything here, and it will be over.” Gladiu shouted.

“…If only it were that simple.”

After a pause, Baix added: “Before that, please allow me to give gifts to the two of you.”

Its tentacles fetch two flowers from some unknown place.

This flower looks very different, with extremely small petals, almost like needlepoints, a bright color, a pleasant light golden color, and the layers of leaves can reach hundreds or thousands, which can’t be counted at all.

One of the flowers has a lot of leaves, so dense that it is hard to see, and the other flower has fewer leaves, but there are at least hundreds of them.

“Thank you.” Charles took two flowers.

“Let me count…” Gladius swept over the flowers with his special calculation method, “The one for me has eleven thousand two hundred and twenty petals, the one for you has two hundred and sixteen Sixteen petals.”

“What does the number of petals mean?”

“I don’t know, Baix never said it, it’s mysterious. I have a demon general who also collects this flower. Its petals probably have 20,000 to 30,000 leaves.”

“Gladius, do you have something to say to me?”

“What stupid things are you talking about, of course not.”

The tentacles of the meat ball waved in the direction of Ciel, and his body slid outward, and Ciel followed behind and left the pavilion.

Chapter 235 City

“People who seek peace will come here,” Baix said.

Leaving the garden and going down to the street outside, Shire saw a beautiful city, with a moderate street width, quite tall houses, and the main body of milky white color. Reminiscent of all kinds of beautiful things, the theme style is elegant and fresh, very beautiful.

Pedestrians were wearing simple clothes, like short robes, and they were also white. They were not all human. No, Ciel looked at it for a while and found that most of them were not human.

“There are… ‘people’ from various worlds? Well… ‘races’…” Ciel looked for the right word.

“Citizens,” Baix said.

“Citizens,” Charles repeated, “…citizens from every world.”

“There are wars raging in all the worlds, and accordingly, if they want peace, they will pray to me.”

“To you? Forgive my offense… You are a demon, everyone pray to the demon…” Charles didn’t want to be too rude.

“The answer is acting.” Baix expressed his indifferent attitude, “Yu can exert influence in various worlds and create images of the god of peace. Demons and gods, there are no subtle differences.”

“…You won’t eat everyone’s souls.” Charles looked at the city citizens walking on both sides, they looked peaceful, some “citizens” were too strange in appearance, and Charles could only distinguish the wriggling pieces of meat. .

“There are many ways to get souls,” Baix said. “Yu does not force citizens to give their souls to Yu. Yu is just here to create a world of eternal peace, and to make the wishes of citizens who pray for peace come true, that’s all.”

“It’s great,” said Charles.

“I do my best.”

They saw a wide square, with a tall metal statue standing in the center. It was a design that Charles could not have imagined before. The whole statue was shaped like a giant egg, covered with blue nets up and down, and golden flowers opened on the top. The vines stretched down, intertwined with the dome and the net, and Ciel couldn’t understand the meaning.

“That’s…” Charles was confused.

“Chilik’s Egg,” Bax explained, “it was in a magical world where the god, Chilik, created the whole world, and after that, he fell into a deep sleep and turned from a god into an egg. He With some kind of grandiose desire, he promised to protect the whole world with his eggs. But after that, the magic of that world disappeared, and the inhabitants began to study the tools of the eternal life, and finally they built the tools that could destroy themselves. Weapons, those weapons that were like spears made of a thousand stars when they were detonated. In one conflict, they were almost on the brink of falling apart and the world was in danger. To avoid disaster, they buried those weapons in eggs. Yet there were still people Attempts to open the egg and detonate the power within. In order to avoid war, they sought rescue, and Yu finally responded to the call and took the egg away.”

“Subdued a god.” Ciel was surprised.

“This is not surprising. Chilik is not a powerful god. Yu fulfilled his instinct to defend peace and prevent the residents there from opening this egg.”

Charles looked at the egg, and through its translucent shell, he could vaguely see thousands of long and narrow metal members, like radishes, narrow in the front and wide in the back, long and narrow, and colored in sections.

It should be bigger than it looks, just relatively shrunk in this egg.

“These radishes are very powerful,” Ciel was puzzled.

“It’s like a ticklish thing, but it is the strongest decisive weapon that many technological worlds can master.” Gladiu commented.

“Technology world…then they can’t develop weapons more powerful than these carrots”

“They died before that,” Gladiu said.

“Oh.” Charles felt strange.

They go down to the big market.

The so-called market is a grand hall, shaded from the sun, with a vast interior space, divided by stone walls, and there are stalls where shops can be opened. Always polite, chatting in a low voice, the environment is cool and the air is fresh.

“There is still business here, is there any money here?” Ciel was curious.

“The peaceful city that Yu has built tries to avoid factors that are easy to induce conflict. According to Yu’s broad view, the source of conflict is the private system.” Baix explained.

“Private ownership…” Charles mused.

It sounds a little hard to understand, private ownership means we can own our own things, which is good and right, why is it a source of conflict

Thinking of this, Ciel asked, “What if it’s not private ownership?”

“Obviously, the opposite is public ownership. In a peaceful city, objects and property are owned by all citizens. Houses, vehicles, assets, all must not be privately appropriated. At the same time, the needs of any citizen will be met, and they will Fully own what they want and then transfer it to others when they don’t need it. This way, no citizen is stretched by poverty, and no citizen can have any wealth to boast about, which brings eternal peace,” Baix said.

“I don’t understand.” Charles thought for a while.

“Yu is happy to answer your questions.”

“Everyone should be eligible to become rich, to become rich, and everyone should be able to become better through their own efforts, etc… According to this, everyone does not need to work hard and has everything at birth. ”

“This is the sin of private ownership. In the process of creating divisions and contradictions, it also fascinates people to climb the unrealistic sense of purpose and gain, and makes those citizens in high positions mistakenly believe that their achievements are based on their own wisdom. With hard work, they occupy their own excess income with peace of mind, and at the same time, they also ruthlessly reject other members of society with lower status, thus inducing a long and far-reaching war between different ranks, and such a war has no end, and such a society has no future. ,” Baix said.

Damn, it’s so hard to understand… Ciel felt that the knowledge was beyond his comprehension.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s a broken thing, a peaceful society can withstand my sword and chop down this city!” Gladiu shouted secretly.

“So everyone is exchanging now.” Shire saw the citizens who were hanging around the booths, they didn’t need any currency, they just took what they liked, and talked happily and easily.

The citizens didn’t seem to see Baix, and they didn’t move when Baix passed by, but they could see Shire and pointed at him.

Shire thought of another serious question: “I don’t think so.”

“Oh” Baix’s tentacles flicked in the air.

“In a peaceful city, who will farm the land, who will transport the goods, who will strike the iron, who will be in charge of the war. Do they get paid for doing this? Is it their own?” A bunch of questions popped up in Ciel’s mind.

Baix beats the air to move: “Yu will continue to show you what this territory looks like.”

“Quick, quick, bring us to the place where the orb is.” Gladius couldn’t hold back, muttering in Ciel’s heart, “This is really a small place with no enterprising spirit and a quiet corner. Only by competition can you win! The strong are justifiably trampled! Welfare feeds the waste! In my territory, the one who kills the least enemy will be executed!”

“And then the Peace Demon still owns this city, and your territory has been taken away by the Flame Demon King.”

“Fuck you, you can’t, you can’t say that!” Gladiu was very angry, hid deep in his soul, and stopped talking.

They came to a farm. Citizens wore short shirts that were convenient for work, and labored among the vast and neat ridges, cultivating crops taller than human beings, which had long stems and arm-length fruits hanging from each node. Orange in color, like some kind of potato, wrapped in green leaves, it looks delicious.

“The answer is that citizens work as they please. There are many citizens who are happy to farm.”

“There are still people who like to farm.” Charles was surprised. “I hate farming the most.”

“what do you like”

Neither hunting demons nor touching girls seemed appropriate, so Ciel said, “Fight.”

“Then the citizens who love to fight will unite to defend against the attacks of other demons from the outside world. Likewise, the citizens who love to farm will farm,” said Baix.

“Oh……”

“It’s not necessarily that you don’t like farming.”

“How do you say that”

“Imagine that you have a field of your own, grow your favorite flowers, fruits or vegetables. When you have the heart, you farm for 4 hours, and when you are lazy, you give up. When the seasons change, the crops are mature, and the harvest is full. Isn’t this a happy farming? Shouldn’t it make you happy?”

“…Well…indeed.” Ciel was silent for a while, “I don’t have to pay taxes here, I can eat it myself, and I can give it to others…that’s it.”

“Indeed.”

“The same is true of work, work for what you like.” Charles said, “Don’t care about wages, don’t care about results, because food, drink, and housing are public and can be obtained at any time.”

“Indeed.”

“There is no comparison, no poor and rich, no nobles and commoners.”

“This is the foundation of a peaceful city.”

so good.

Ciel looked at everything around him. The city was much bigger than he thought, and there were row upon row of buildings in the distance.

“You can stay here as you like. Yu has new visitors, please forgive Yu for leaving.” Baix’s tentacles gathered together.

“Excuse me, please.” Ciel said goodbye to the Demon God of Peace.

Peace, peace!

Ciel was delighted by what he saw and heard today, in such a good place, he must stay for a while longer.

Ciel found a chair and sat down. It really felt very comfortable here, and there was no need to worry about anything.

“This is a territory created by the Peace Demon God, just like the Flame Bottle II created by the Flame Demon King. It seems to be very good, better than the society in our time.” Ciel thought to himself, “I think… we can also be able to do it in the future. If you can’t build and develop such a society by yourself, it will definitely make everyone happy, and everyone will be free…”

“Which side does Loman and the Yamauchi Empire fight for?” Gladiu asked.

“Of course it’s Loman, that’s my homeland.”

“Your king is a comatose idiot, it doesn’t matter whether he loses or not.”

“There is a so-called, I fight for the Loman people.”

“Then you already have the answer.”

Ciel was confused, and the next second he instantly understood.

Yes, it is impossible for human beings to build such a society…

Ciel found that he could use the white divinity in his soul. When he tried to analyze something, a lot of logic and calculation instantly emerged in his mind.

He thought very fast.

How did I become so witty.

In the end, Charles was pleasantly surprised by his conclusion.

[End of This Chapter]