Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 215

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 215]

Leopold took a deep breath, and Charles knew he had moved him.

So Charles went on: “Second, I know that there is an ancient treasure that can resist the invasion of demons, the ‘white wedge’, which is hidden somewhere on the west coast. White wedge, hell can’t pose a threat to us, and in the end we can avoid this eternal catastrophe and never have to worry about all kinds of demons coming across space to attack us. Those are the two purposes of my coming to the west coast. Leopold, if You have to stay here, you stay, I really have no time to tell you, I have to kill the demon you released.”

“The gods of the Temple of Beauty are above…” Leopold lamented, “How pitiful the first half of my life was! Charles, can someone like me have a chance to make amends?”

“Of course! We can break through the blockade imposed on us by the darkness, the demons cannot kill us, the darkness cannot enslave us, and our future is up to us to decide!” Ciel said loudly.

Leopold nodded vigorously: “I understand… Mr. Grani, let’s… work together!”

This feeling?

Charles is very unfamiliar.

Is this… friendship?

Ciel didn’t know how to respond for a while, but just turned around and continued to follow the blue guide, following the direction of the demon Nazalius.

I’m sorry to see that since Denver was killed in Duskwood, I haven’t had a single friend I can relate to.

I have more followers, girls, acquaintances, allies and enemies, but Leopold is different, maybe, maybe I can make a friend with him, a real friend.

“Meaning you and I are not friends?” Gladiu was shocked.

“You are… special.” Ciel didn’t know how to describe his relationship with Gladius.

“Haha, I don’t need friends either,” Gladiu said. “All I need is myself.”

“As soon as I think of ‘friend’, my subconscious mind puts you out. Now that I think about it, maybe you are really my friend.” Charles sighed.

There are very few people who can be friends.

“Enough, you just hate me. I killed all your senior companions, killed your master, and killed everyone you once cared about. Continue to hate me, this hatred will make your heart as hard as stone and eventually grow. Many intelligent creatures are strengthened by hatred. Your selfish nature forces you to embark on the road of revenge, but your revenge is extremely twisted. You must kill yourself to destroy me. But now, even this spare power has completely disappeared… …because I can be reborn with the soul stone, and you can’t hold me any longer.” Gladiu whispered.

“Maybe I can seal it up with you, no one knows, prison, etc. You will be with my body for a long, long time.”

“This is not like those classic stories, where the hero sacrifices himself to seal the demon. It’s funny. In the end, the demon side can always get out of trouble. Are there any exceptions?”

“I can also burn our souls with the flame of Yafen and let us perish together.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not good for you to give each other a step? I’ll keep you safe, you give me freedom.” Gladiu was dissatisfied.

“We’ll talk about it later,” Ciel thought to himself.

They returned to Fort Eglin.

It’s eerily quiet here.

The whole castle was dead silent, the lights went out, and everything was shrouded in darkness.

There were many corpses piled up and down in front of the city gate, and Ciel was full of depression and walked over with a torch.

He saw countless corpses, possibly hundreds of them, lying on the snow. It was shocking. The faces of the deceased were horrified. Obviously, they all died in extreme panic.

People’s deaths are also very tragic. Charles saw the groom’s hands holding his head, and his wrinkled face was covered with blood; the kitchen boy’s spine was broken, and the cracked bones were punctured from under the skin; a maid Her body was bent in the opposite direction, and her eyes were bleeding with tears; there was also a dead mother in white, holding her belly in both hands, doing futile protection, but the fetus had been picked out from the cross-shaped slit, half humanoid, The skin is transparent, the head is disproportionately large, and it lies bloody on her mother’s breast.

The corpses of these dead men were carefully placed by Nazalius, as if some specific pattern had been formed in the dark.

“It’s a message.” Luana stared at the hundreds of corpses, which stiffened on the snow, “Their corpses were pieced together into words to form that sentence… It’s better to be dead than alive.”

They were slaughtered to satisfy the demons.

The Ciel could almost imagine the scene, where Nazarius poured out his imprisoned rage on these ordinary people, bringing death and nightmares wherever he went.

He saw the dead soldiers and nobles, still armed.

He also saw Pedro in Yongquan Hall. The knight looked stunned. The white armor was intact, but he was like a shrimp on a bamboo skewer. , with a fist-sized blood hole on top of his head.

They also tried to resist, they tried to resist.

A few hours earlier, they were feasting with us, preparing our food, and walking up and down the castle.

They talked and laughed, and longed for tomorrow’s sunrise.

They lived carefully and died suddenly.

Suffering in life, sudden in death.

Leopold almost lost his voice: “…it’s me…”

“It’s you.” Luana sneered, “It’s the demon you released that made all this. You should die quickly to apologize to them.”

Leopold’s face paled: “I… it’s me…”

“Up there.” Ciel saw the blue line tremble, the demon moved, and he looked up to find Nazarius perched on the tower at the top of the castle.

It was much larger than at the beginning, standing alone, mysterious and terrifying under the moon.

The skeleton envelops its head, its huge deformed horns extend sharply, its wings spread out to the sides, almost covering the moon, and it is adorned with those sharp bone spurs taken from the human body.

The skeleton of Nazalius crossed its hands across its chest, and the soul deposits formed a gloomy cloak on it, swaying in the wind.

Ciel’s feelings were not “death” when he saw Nazarius.

But something more terrifying.

silence.

It’s like death itself, thought Charles.

They have fangs and claws, but they don’t eat; they have wings, but they don’t fly; they have great power, but they don’t attack; they can make noises, but they stay silent; they don’t need cover, but they wear a cloak.

So quiet.

Charles couldn’t hear anything.

Death is that we walk to the brink of clamor and fall out.

And never came back.

Chapter 275 Nazalius

Am I afraid of dying?

Frankly speaking, not very afraid.

I have done a lot of things to rebuild the hunter organization, everyone has been working hard, suppressing many little devils, killing many demons, not dying without success.

And even if I die, everything is worth it. I should have died. When the blade demon asks me for mercy, as long as I die with it, everyone’s sacrifices will be worthwhile.

At that time, I chose to live, and I was ashamed.

These are moral.

On the other hand, I am not afraid of dying because I cannot die.

I already have a lot of powerful abilities, I’m hardly mortal, and the demons can’t kill me at all.

The Blade Demon is also helping me, and we have a complicated relationship.

Luanna will also help me, Leopold will support me in the future, and there will be more and more friends.

Um.

But what is this feeling?

Am I dead?

Without a response, the mind radiates in nothingness, unable to manipulate one’s body.

Isn’t this death?

When did I start to die?

Should you die?

Certainly not.

Get up, kill Nazarius, hug Runana, go eat, and watch the sun tomorrow.

How many things are worth my life to pursue!

So I… don’t want to die.

What should I do if I don’t want to die?

Charles decided to shout.

He knew what to call.

“Gladius!” he struggled out of nothingness.

“What’s up.”

“I need to wake up, wake me up.”

“You’re dead, don’t disturb me.”

“hurry up.”

“Many people died, why can’t you die like them? Simply end your life and enjoy eternal peace.”

“Someone has to avenge them.” Those who died tragically, I will remember them.

“Oh, quite right, that’s the only thing I don’t want to refuse. Be free to take revenge!”

Gladiu used his power to cut through the deep sea of consciousness that trapped Ciel.

Immediately, Ciel reconnected with the outside world, and the brain took over the body.

Seeing the pile of corpses like mountains, touching the cold, smelling blood, hearing the wind, and tasting the dryness in my mouth… I finally woke up.

Ciel looked up for the first time and found that Nazalius was still there.

He wanted to say it was arrogant and cold-blooded, but the first adjective that Ciel thought of was “quiet.” Nazalius was an absolutely quiet demon.

“Is the Devil of Death the same as it?” Ciel thought to himself, “It looks like a demon under the Devil of Death, so what about the Devil himself.”

“The devil of death does not persuade people to die, it just shows death itself. Intelligent creatures fear death and associate it with many things. The longer the life, the more fearful the intelligent creatures are, and the life that is dying has no concept of this. .”

“It was a little shocking before, but now I’m not afraid.” Ciel thought deeply.

He turned to look at Leopold and Luanna. The shadow of Nazalius’ death was a torment to all, and he saw Leopold lying in the snow, looking uneasy and empty-eyed; A little hesitant, she squatted on the ground, holding her head in her hands, not wanting to face everything around her for the time being.

“I’ll be back when I go,” Ciel told them, hoping that they could get out of the mental shock on their own.

As long as it recovers from the first shock, mental tolerance rises, eventually being able to resist lower levels of intimidation.

“‘The rib has two wings’.” Ciel chanted the magic spell of the West Coast genre, and his strength gathered into wings behind him.

He flew towards the tallest tower of the castle, climbed the wall around the top, stood firm, and confronted Nazalius with the gray knife.

The air was so cold that it pierced the nose.

Facing the Ciel, Nazareius said nothing, his bones were horned, his wings were broad, and the snow could not fall on him, but just flew through the bones. It… doesn’t seem to exist in this world. Do things have no substance?

It doesn’t make a sound, and I can only try to attack it first… This is more terrifying than its action. If it actively attacks, Ciel can still respond, but if it tries to attack it, he does not know the result of the attack. what is.

Ciel took down the crossbow, summoned the flame of Affin, blew the green demon fire to the arrow, aimed at the head of Nazarius, and pulled the trigger.

Whistling – arrows flew out,

Nazalius’ cloak rolled up naturally, as if being blown by the cold wind, and flew over its head on its own, moved the arrow shaft to deflect its trajectory, shot into the depths of the night sky, and disappeared again.

The demon itself was still standing there, not moving at all.

The most terrifying sculpture is this.

Ciel took out a bottle of life potion from his backpack and drank it. Then he clenched his right fist and aimed at Nazalius. The charred ring turned orange and glowed in the cold night. Then a huge stream of flames erupted towards Nazalius. Shi rushed to go.

The flames spewed rapidly, and Ciel charged after him.

The flames hit Nazarius firmly, bursting into flames on his skeletal body.

Its body was tormented by the fire, but its movements were not hindered. The skeleton arm under the cloak of Nazarius protruded abruptly, and a large amount of soul sediment condensed into a black blade.

The moment the flames dissipated, Ciel swung out his weapon, and Nazarius responded accordingly.

boom!

The black blade with the breath of death collided with the gray blade, making a very strange sound in the air, which made Ciel tremble.

I have no certainty of victory, its weapons are strong and powerful.

How dreadful death is…if I lose this battle, I will die and it will all come to an end.

I can’t die, I can’t die… If I die, how many things will be gone?

[End of This Chapter]