Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 211

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 211]

“O owl, big owl,” the people repeated. “Taller than a man.”

Sivar’s face was confused, and he didn’t seem to understand.

He walked over to Leopold: “My lord, please go back to Fort Eglin, there have been sacrifices tonight.”

Leopold stood up, and his horse turned out from behind the tree, the horse’s eyes with stubby splotches more monstrous than anything, and the previous fall had not affected it at all.

“How far is it from the place where the devil is held?” Leopold asked.

“Ah…” Baron Sivar frowned, “Don’t do that, Your Highness…”

“The more you watch, the calmer you will become, and eventually you will be as calm as you are when a crisis is approaching, right?” Leopold glanced at Charles.

Don’t want to lose to me, this guy, doesn’t want to show his cowardice in front of me at all.

I can easily defeat the demon, and he falters before the demon.

So now he’s becoming more paranoid, and he wants to try again.

“Yes.” Charles did not deny it.

“Let’s go right away, just take a look, if I’m calm after watching, I’ll win, and this trip won’t be in vain.” Leopold nodded.

There was still a short time before the departure, and Ciel took out his torch and walked through the woods to the side of the bird-shaped demon who had fallen before.

Pedro in the Fountain Hall squatted beside the demon. He was dressed in white armor and had a serious expression. He reached out and stroked the demon’s solid skin.

Ciel bent over and took the torch to ignite the thick feathers of the demon. The feathers were ignited at one point, and the fire was vigorous, making a series of crackling noises.

“It’s you.” Pedro heard the movement and stood up immediately, frowning, “Who are you?”

“Passenger.” Ciel found the demon head that he cut off, and burned it to avoid being seen again and reawakening fear.

Pedro looked Charles up and down.

“Charles Grani?” Pedro asked, tentatively.

“There is more than one passerby in the world.” Ciel replied noncommittally.

Interesting, the code name is used too much, and the effect is the same as the real name.

“I saw the corpse… The swordsmanship is superb, the strength is unparalleled, and you are the only one who specializes in demons. I actually didn’t recognize it.” Pedro’s face softened and he greeted him, “It’s a shame.”

Seeing that Ciel was silent, Pedro added: “Even if you live in the Yongquan Hall on the borderline, I have heard of your legend… I didn’t expect you to come here too.”

“What are you doing at Eglinburg?”

“There are rumors that Her Majesty is going to hold a knightly contest,” Pedro said. “Even if I have sworn allegiance to King Gregory, such an event is not to be missed.”

“I understand.” Charles nodded, “I hope you understand what to do too.”

Pedro understood: “I won’t tell anyone about your existence.”

“We all have our own mission,” Shire stressed.

“Let go and do it,” Pedro greeted Ciel. “You’re bound to do something big, and I’d love to be able to witness history. Here, I’m sorry for the previous offense.”

“Go.” Ciel turned to look at the fire burning on the demon’s corpse.

The flames melted the surrounding snow, and the snow water hindered the spread of the flames. In any case, the appearance of the bird-shaped demon was scorched, and no trace of corruption could be seen.

He heard Leopold approaching on horseback, and saw Leopold’s expression solemn.

“Your Highness.” Pedro greeted Leopold.

“It’s time to go.” Leopold was a little nervous. He put on the gauntlet, adjusted his arm guard, and tucked his sleeve in.

“If the situation is not right, you have to take everyone to escape.” Ciel felt that the matter would not be so simple, and whispered to Pedro.

“Yes.” Pedro nodded.

Chapter 269: Transforming Demons

“Have you ever been to the West Coast?” Leopold rode in front, Charles on foot, and the surroundings were so dark that you couldn’t see anything out of the light of the fire.

“What’s it like there?”

“The West Coast! That is the biggest city in our country, the pride of the Lomans.” Leopold said affectionately, his brows were completely relaxed and his face was very gentle when he talked about the West Coast. Where they were born and grew up, generations of monarchs issued orders in the Ziqi Palace, and issued decrees that changed the course of history to all parts of the country. Those famous priests and moral models sang for the gods in their lifetimes, and grieved and honored them after they died. The tombs stand quietly on the outskirts, watching the rise and fall of the West Coast. The West Coast has fallen, been burned, and destroyed by rebels and barbarians, but every time it is rebuilt, it becomes wider, tidy and more magnificent. I am in Born and raised there, I rarely leave it to go somewhere else, and I know I’ve got the best of everything in the world – food, education, and great art.”

“I want to go there.” Take the white wedge.

“Of course, the greatest ideal of every Loman is to take a look at the West Coast and walk the road that the previous King Godel walked. The poor go to the welfare homes on the West Coast to ask for porridge and alms; Be a clerk or an accountant; craftsmen are excitedly looking for places to show their talents, and on the West Coast, such places are almost endless, full of handicraft streets, blacksmiths and workshops for crafting accessories for ships. Wandering knights, You really have to come and see. Artists draw inspiration from ancient ruins, and nobles eagerly approach the legendary Ziqi Palace, trying to learn how to maintain their majesty.”

Leopold described it graciously, and Shire also felt his sincere yearning. He believed that the most luxurious place in every country was its capital, and the capital meant the center of power, and power could attract wealth.

“It must have been a blessing to be born there,” said Charles.

“I have no choice,” Leopold seemed discouraged, he dared not look at Charles, who felt that his words always caused Leopold to think too much, “I have to do this, I was born in purple Flag Palace, I must learn how to rule, how to protect my people, how to win on the battlefield, how to survive a power struggle. It was not my choice, it was my duty, and fate forced me to do it. If I If I don’t give my best, everyone will be disappointed with me. I often wonder if we forged our own destiny, or if destiny has already arranged everything for us.”

Baron Cival led the way. He stopped his horse and turned around: “His Royal Highness.”

“I’m here.” Leopold rode beside Cival, as if there was some kind of trap, his horse raised its front hooves and leaned back, forcing Leopold to grab the reins hard, “Tsk. ,What’s wrong?”

“Animals are afraid of the devil’s breath and don’t dare to approach any more.” Cival slowly turned over and dismounted from the horse, which was a test for his weak physical strength. Turn around and turn back towards the castle.

Leopold dismounted briskly, looked back at Charles, and smiled: “Now we can hike together.”

“It’s very close.” Ciel felt the ominous breath in the air, what was that?

There is a clear sense of crisis, death, carnage, bloodshed, and more.

There were several knights and their squires behind, who dismounted from their horses and prepared to keep up with Leopold.

“You guys go back.” Leopold waved his hand, “I’ll take a look and then go back to the castle. Tonight is already chaotic enough. Those people died heroically in the confrontation with monsters.”

“Killed by an owl.”

“That’s an owl,” they said uneasily.

“Yes, big owl, keep in mind that there are never any scary monsters.” Ciel strengthened their new impressions, lest the demons leave long-lasting marks in their hearts, “You have seen too many hallucinations, now it’s time to go back and rest. Now, we can do the rest by ourselves.”

Leopold signaled them to leave again: “Go.”

“Okay, hiss…it’s cold.”

“Let’s go.”

People gradually dispersed.

So only Ciel, Leopold, and Cival were left in the snow.

Sivar hides a demon in his heart, when will it break out of his body?

I’m curious…Charle thought to himself.

At that moment, Leopold may also have a hard time staying awake.

This guy knows everything except demons.

The King of Darkness tried to lure him into that dark room, but Leopold refused, and perhaps from that moment there were seeds of resistance in Leopold.

If I do get a partnership with him, we might be able to restore order in this country.

In other words, save the entire Lohman, and even the whole world…

“His Royal Highness will return after satisfying his curiosity, right? I really don’t want to stay in that kind of place.” Cival sighed.

What a devil, how long are you going to pretend?

Ciel stared at Cival, waiting for the moment when he revealed his demonic flaw.

No matter how he observed, Cival looked exactly like a normal person.

If I hadn’t borrowed Gladiu’s demon vision, I’m afraid I still don’t know the true face of Sivar.

The experience of walking with a “person” who is believed to be a demon is horrific.

“I’ll be going back soon, just one more look, I don’t think I’m afraid anymore.” Leopold stepped forward, “I have to see the devil with my own eyes, if it weren’t for this suppressed devil, where else would I go? Looking for?”

“Trust me, Your Highness, the devil is not good-looking at all.” Cival shook his head and moved forward with a torch.

The flame swayed and trembled in the cold wind, and the light flickered endlessly, as if it would go out at any moment.

Ciel saw that their shadows were drawn very long, and the three people’s different torches reflected different figures, intertwined.

Ciel took a deep breath and continued to step on the snow.

“Leopold,” said Shire, “if you’re nervous, think about women.”

“Women?” Leopold was confused.

“Those who have skin-to-skin relationships with you,” said Ciel.

“No, I never did.” Leopold shook his head, “I was engaged to a young and beautiful noblewoman, but I didn’t like her at all, and my father forbade other women from approaching me, so I don’t know what it was like. .”

“You are twenty-six years old.”

“When I walk every day, I can feel a fiery force in my belly. It will dissipate with the wedding night. I don’t want it to disappear, so I prefer to keep it pure.” Leopold confessed.

“You really should try it, Your Highness.” Baron Sivar pushed aside a bush and drilled through.

“What does that mean?” Leopold followed.

Then, Charles heard him exclaim.

What’s behind the bushes?

Charles quickly followed.

Arms and leaves scratched, making a rustling sound.

Ciel looked out, widened his eyes, and found a spectacle.

In all fairness, he has also seen a lot of strange things, but the things in front of him are really the first time.

It was a big black tree with thick roots, piercing deeply into the soil, with intertwined roots, as if it had a deep hatred with this land. There were few trunks, only three, twisting in one direction like a vortex. One of the crooked branches was tied with an iron chain, a broad and strong chain, which hung from a huge cage below.

The cage is cube-shaped, and the fence is made of the same black metal, trapping an unnamed creature inside, the prisoner looking thin and weak, lying on the bottom of the cage.

The area around the entire black tree was emptied, no grass grew, and the snow was deep, forming a circle, just like when the black tree grew, it sucked out the nutrients in the ring, or the strong force of death swept the surrounding area. devoured…

Is this the prison that Master Pendra designed for the demon Nazalius?

Ciel admires the greatness of the Demon Hunter.

Years later, this demon prison is still shocking.

“Here we are.” Baron Cival sighed.

“Is that the devil?” Leopold couldn’t help leaning over. He clenched the giant sword “Shadow”, and the many rings in his hand radiated light in turn. The body was full of brilliance, and the magic energy was overflowing. , is obviously putting multiple blessings on himself to ensure the highest combat effectiveness.

Ciel stared at the cage. The contents inside did not look like the legendary powerful demon Nasalius. Master Pendra had to go to great lengths to create such a place to be imprisoned. This demon must be powerful. Not bad.

Baron Sivar walked towards Leopold from behind: “His Royal Highness?”

“What?” Leopold stared intently at the cage, and even boldly shouted inside, “Hey! Demon! I’ll see you!”

The figure in the cage climbed up with difficulty, grabbed the railing with his dry fingers, and made a sad voice: “…Save me…Save me!”

Charles frowned, the prisoner in the cage clearly looked exactly like Baron Sivar!

It’s just that his face is thin, his eyes are bulging, and his skin is sunken. Obviously, he has been tortured by hunger and cold for a long time, and he has almost lost his human form.

“Have you seen it now?” Baron Cival smiled grimly, his body swelled rapidly, his clothes were torn apart, his fair skin instantly turned into pitch-black scales, and he no longer had a sickly attitude, “Reckless fool, Die!”

“—Demon!” Leopold was surprised.

Ciel was already prepared, he rushed over with a single stride, clenched the gray knife in both hands, launched an attack from the rear, and slammed it into Baron Sivar’s back, breaking out from its chest.

“Wow!” Baron Sivar roared, only half-transformed, not fully showing the form of a demon, his face was distorted, and his voice was torn, “No-why-”

“The trick is over,” Charles said coldly.

[End of This Chapter]