Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 210

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 210]

After saying that, he cast a pitying look at Ciel.

Ciel frowned, turned around, and now with his back to everyone, he pulled the gray knife from its sheath and held it tightly in his hand.

The bird-shaped demon found that someone dared to face him, threw the corpse away, turned around, and stared at Ciel with an ugly face.

What is its origin?

Owl?

Being stared at by those dull and terrifying eyes, I felt that my body was almost stiff.

Luckily, I’m well-versed in the art of destroying this kind of thing.

“Roar!” The bird-shaped demon charged forward, swung both claws together, and swept towards Xiaer from left and right like a bear hugging a man.

Ciel put on a stance, this is the sword of solemnity.

When it pounced, he did not retreat, but charged forward, stabbing the blade into its belly.

At the moment of contact, a huge force slammed from the knife, and Ciel’s posture was stable, trying his best to withstand the collision, allowing this force to pass through his body.

Serious attitude, standing like a rock.

Charles thought to himself.

Like Ci after Dacheng, the key is to trust your own muscles and bones.

The bird-shaped demon slashed its claws in the air, slammed its head against the knife, and the blade was pierced through its body. It was furious and panicked, and immediately folded its arms and clamped Xia Er in his arms. Xia Er felt that he was tightly restrained. The majestic force pressed against his whole body, making his feet off the ground.

If it goes on like this, the internal organs will burst.

It roared loudly, ready to strangle Ciel deeply, but Ciel did not panic, silently chanting the incantation: “Flowing shadow.”

The surrounding environment was dark, and no one could see what Ciel did.

His body disappeared from the bird-shaped demon’s arms, disappeared into the snow, and then emerged on the other side of its body.

Ciel seized this rare opportunity and subtly slashed three or four consecutive knives, severing one of its legs.

The bird-shaped demon couldn’t hold it anymore, screamed and fell to the ground.

“what–”

“What’s going on?” The fleeing people turned around and were shocked to see the sudden change in the situation, and saw that there were still people fighting in the dark.

“Gah!” The bird-shaped demon screamed, supporting his body with his giant claws, trying to get up.

Ciel would not be merciful, so he sprinted to the side of its head, slashed down with a long knife, and slapped its head.

After the head rolled down, blood and liquid soul deposits gurgled out, and a large number of souls in its body were swallowed by Gladius. The wreckage struggled violently at first, then gradually stopped, and finally became a dead thing.

Ciel shook off the blood on the knife and hid the knife in his arms.

The roars and clashes ceased, and the people whispered incessantly.

“Is the monster dead?”

“demon……”

“what happened?”

“That rascal……”

Soon, they all leaned over with torches, and the light approached from all directions, illuminating Ciel and the huge demon corpse beside him. Black and red filth was flowing from the broken neck.

Their eyes are special and reverent.

“He can actually do it…”

“Fear, fear before power!” Gladius enjoyed this moment, “Show them your power! Let them tremble and become your slaves! To enslave them, this is the duty of the weak!”

“Break the dead,” Ciel ordered.

People exchanged glances, then silently obeyed.

Chapter 268 Owl

The snow has subsided, and the night has deepened.

After some skirmishes, people are resting, but morale is low.

In Shire’s view, the soul is an aggregate of memory, emotion and thinking. This mixture is so fragile that the concept of “devil” can easily spread, assimilate all the thoughts he encounters, and eventually cover the entire soul and turn it black. , that is, demonization.

“Demons grow on the idea of intelligent beings and are therefore invincible,” Gladiu said. “We will eventually annex and assimilate all known worlds and uproot the last civilization.”

Perhaps Gladius was right, and Ciel saw a gloomy cloud before his eyes.

After the bird-shaped demon fell, the accompanying knights and nobles were slow to recover from the mental shock.

“That kind of thing can’t exist.” Ciel heard a few people talking in slow, confused tones.

“It’s a demon, that thing is a demon.”

“Really? Isn’t that a legend?”

“I heard that outside the king’s land, little devils with black scales are scattered all over the mountains…”

“But it’s also very close to the king’s collar, but three hundred and fifty miles…”

A knight suddenly twitched and fell on one knee on the snow, retching.

Others hurried over to help: “Are you okay?”

“It’s stuck in my head, and I can’t forget it! I can’t forget it…” the knight repeated hollowly.

Demonization is conveyed through sound and light information, and Ciel can see it clearly. Others had not had direct contact with the bird-shaped demon, but after hearing the narration, they all became solemn and flustered.

If the channel for demonic aggression is not completely blocked, similar things will continue to happen.

With his hands behind his back, he looked at Leopold.

Leopold was not in good shape. He sat under the tree with one leg bent, and because he didn’t like other people around him, he sent everyone back.

“How do you feel?” Charles asked.

“I hope the devil is defeated, completely.” Leopold looked up wearily, his face still stained with snow.

“That was the first time you saw a demon, and it must have been very impressive.”

Leopold pressed his hands to his eyes: “I can’t see well, monsters are haunting me, they whisper curses in my ears.”

“Curse what?”

“Better dead than alive,” Leopold whispered, repeating the curse on the bark.

“Obviously you’re afraid of death.”

“I……”

“You said you loved life, but in reality you were just afraid of death.”

Leopold’s lips trembled, and he wanted to speak, but after a while his mouth closed in a line, his head was buried, and his curly red hair was scattered.

Death devil.

Ciel couldn’t help but think of a similar existence.

Intelligent beings are extremely afraid of death. If there is a death demon, its power must be very terrifying.

Compared with the silence of death, the hustle and bustle of the world for fifty years is like a dream. The experience is long, the recollection is brief, and there are only fragments left in the recollection.

Leopold took a deep breath, then raised his face: “I need your help.”

“I?”

“You’re not afraid at all,” Leopold said.

“You won’t be afraid if you see more.”

“I felt palpitations and dizziness at first sight, but can you hold it back?”

“It’s not the first time, after all.”

“Teach me,” Leopold begged.

Charles turned to look at everyone: “Owl!”

“what?”

“Uh uh…”

“what?”

Ciel continued in an unquestioning tone: “What you saw just now isn’t some kind of demon, it’s just a giant owl.”

“How could it be! It’s terrifying!”

“There won’t be owls that tall!”

“I understand the truth, but why is the owl so big?”

The nobles naturally refuted.

Ciel raised his voice: “It’s the hallucinations, the snow and the wind, and the dark night, which messed up your minds and made you think of owls as monsters.”

“Um……”

“Really?”

“No, why can owls kill…”

Ciel said calmly: “There are too many unknowable beings in the forest, but I tell you for sure, it is definitely not a demon, it is just an owl turned into a spirit, and now it is dead, and it will never be again. Appear.”

“Ah!”

“Maybe so…”

“It’s dead anyway…”

When Shire was studying demonology, he had heard of a phenomenon in which people sometimes forget the cruel memories that they do not want to remember. For self-protection, the mind deliberately blurs out the details of those unfortunate memories so as not to cause repeated stimulation.

He observes people’s reactions, adjusted by the Shire Owl narrative, people look better, their hallucinations about demons gradually fade, memories are gradually overshadowed by illusions fabricated by their own minds, and all demon-related memories are gradually replaced by grotesque owl.

Equally spooky, but much better than the devil.

“Really? It wasn’t a demon, it was a huge owl without feathers.” Leopold breathed a sigh of relief.

“You can’t forget like everyone else, you have to remember and digest it, it’s really a demon, at least a half-demon.” Charles stared at Leopold.

“Hi…” Leopold’s face stiffened, “Then what did you say?”

“You asked if a duel and a sword could defeat demons, and I told you that they could, but that can only defeat physical demons, and spiritual demons must resist with spirit.”

“Please don’t repeat that word again,” Leopold pleaded.

“Demon. Demon,” Ciel continued, “fear because you don’t understand it, its essence is a concept, and this concept resides in a soul-gluttonous creature that will kill intelligent life everywhere, Rip off souls to eat. Terrible? That’s all, they can be defeated and killed, as long as your weapons are sharp and your mind tough.”

Leopold closed his eyes, and after about half a minute, when he opened them again, his eyes seemed to be much calmer.

“I…” As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a shout from the side.

“Hey! Everyone!” Cival Eglin walked over quickly, with only a few around him in armor and holding torches, “Is everything okay? It’s snowing too much! I actually got separated from His Royal Highness the prince. It’s… damn…” He coughed.

“Someone’s dead!” a mercenary complained.

“What did you encounter? Wolves? Monsters? More terrifying?” Sivar looked uneasy, and he looked like he was going to fall at any moment in the cold wind.

“Meet the owl,” someone said.

“Huh?” Cival was confused.

[End of This Chapter]