Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 216

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 216]

Something was wrong… Ciel obviously felt that his movements were slowing down, while Nazareus was pressing step by step. Its size seemed to grow bigger in front of Ciel, like an impenetrable wall, constantly pushing Ciel. Push back towards the edge of the tower.

“Yafen flame.” Ciel burned the eternal fire in his soul, and under the severe pain of the burning soul, Ciel felt his sanity become more sober again.

Everything is an illusion.

Nazalius took a step forward, and at the same time, he swung the huge black blade in his hand and slashed towards Ciel.

Ciel immediately attacked, and the two weapons collided again.

In an instant, Ciel felt a huge avalanche-like force surging on the gray knife. His arm couldn’t bear the force, and he was knocked out from the top of the tower with the knife and his body, and his body flew freely in the air.

The strong wind whistled in his ears, the vision in front of him was upside down, and his heart was beating extremely fast.

“Left with two wings!” Ciel shouted the spell again, using the magic wings of nothingness to keep himself balanced in the air.

Grey Knife cannot fly and is in free fall.

Ciel paid attention to the direction in which the gray knife was flying, and immediately flew there.

The ash knife rolled and whirled in the air, eventually stabbing into the snow in the castle courtyard.

That’s it, I have to get it back… Nazalius is too strong…

When thinking like this, the demon was already one step ahead of him.

Nazarius suddenly appeared in the courtyard and took up the gray knife with his other hand.

With a solemn expression on his face, Ciel avoided Nazarius and landed on the other side of the courtyard.

Nazalius held the Grey Sword of Foreign Land in his left hand and the Black Blade of Death in his right.

Its strength reminded Ciel of two other extremely powerful demons… Andumara, the great demon under Prince Citris, and the cloak demon who seized the territory of the Demon God of Peace.

Disaster.

Death is like Nazalius, unwilling to face it, but compelled to face it, without escaping.

We were once hopeful, but death gradually takes away all our means of fighting back, leaving us old, hopeless, and increasingly broken.

In the end, people will undoubtedly be crushed by death and into its arms.

…for others.

For me, there’s only one failure to try again.

“Can you use blade power?” Ciel asked.

“It hides.”

“Does it hide, or you can’t cut it?”

“It can’t be chopped.” Gladiu admitted, “It is strong from the beginning. It has eaten a lot of souls in the castle and recovered very quickly. It has already shown the characteristics of ‘death’… The laws of physics can no longer control this thing.”

“You say the laws of physics are the only things that can be trusted.”

“We are betrayed every day.”

Do you want to retreat?

If I run away, Nazalius will certainly run away quickly, and then he will never be able to catch up again.

Ciel walked to the edge of the training ground and picked up the training sword in the box. These weapons with no actual lethality were now the only weapons that Ciel had.

He turned the flame of Yafen in his soul onto the sword, and the whole wooden sword was wrapped around the blue-green soul flame, unmoved by the wind and snow.

“How long will your soul burn?” Charles asked.

He must keep the flame of Yafen burning, otherwise he is easily deterred by death.

“We’re both gone in fifty-five seconds,” Gladius complained. “Can’t you burn your own?”

“I have too few.”

Ciel took a deep breath, concentrated all his strength, and then burst out.

Charge forward.

It is necessary to defeat Nazarius within fifty-five seconds, defeating such a powerful enemy that is far superior to the middle-level demon.

Maybe the toughest battle so far, but, I have no way out!

Chapter 276 The Necessary Sacrifice

Some things seem inexplicable.

Demons seem to be related to the end of thousands of worlds. If we protect this world, it will prevent the demons from restarting the new century in hell, and eventually all worlds will reach the end of chaos.

But if I don’t protect my hometown, more people will be murdered by demons and slaughtered in the most desperate circumstances.

Sadly there is no perfect solution.

Fifty-three seconds remaining.

Ciel rushed over, wielding the wooden sword that burned the flames of Affin, and slashed at Nazalius with precision.

It resisted with a gray knife. The sharp gray knife easily cut off the training sword. The whole sword was cut into two pieces in the air, and the broken sword flew out and fell to the ground.

Forty-seven seconds remaining.

“Nuin’s edge!” Ciel released a sharp spell, and the silver-white blade light lashed forward. Nazarius danced the black blade, splitting the blade light in two in the air, and the broken blade light continued to fly, slashing at Naza. There were two nicks on the outer shell of Ruus’ skeleton, which did not affect the internal structure and could not allow his soul to escape.

Forty-three seconds remaining.

“Soul arrow!” Ciel chanted the spell aloud, and the soul condensed into a giant arrow in front of him, and then shot at Nazarius according to his mind, its cloak automatic without wind, like a shield Stacked in front of it, the arrow hit the cloak made of soul essence, and it disappeared like a mud bull into the sea.

It stands silent, able to withstand all forms of attack from the charr.

Thirty-eight seconds remaining.

To say no to hurry, that is impossible.

Anxiety would impair judgment, but right now he had nothing to do, no children to use.

Spells don’t work, crossbows don’t work, knives don’t work.

In front of him, Nazalius was still full of power, constantly exerting psychological pressure with his terrifying appearance.

Gladius made an unpleasant screeching noise, and Charles thought it was going to say something and was distracted to listen, only to find it was a utterly meaningless cry.

“You’re wasting your time,” Charles complained.

“You can’t win anyway.” Gladiu was indifferent.

Thirty seconds remaining.

“Gladius,” Charles whispered.

“what?”

“I want you to destroy your own weapons.”

“Wrecking the gray knife? You’re starting to disgust me, right? You lost it yourself.”

“It has to be like this… or I can’t win.”

“All right.”

Twenty-one seconds remaining.

In his hand, Ciel also held a training sword with a flame of Affin.

Humans rushed to the demons again.

Charge to death again and again, there really is such a thing in the world.

Nazalius remained silent, waiting for my futile attack.

Death treats all living things equally, and doesn’t care about our weak resistance.

Ciel’s nerves are tense, he knows that if the tactics fail, he will die suddenly, and then it will poison the world.

…it would have stepped on my corpse, not funny at all.

Ciel met Nazalius, and it lashed out with both knives. Ciel chanted a shadow spell, instantly turned into a shadow, disappeared in place, and then bypassed the figure of Nazalius and came to its left.

He emerged from the shadows and stabbed the flaming half-sword at Nazalius, who in this position could only behead the charr with the gray blade in his left hand.

And Nazalius did the same, wielding his weapon as if it were an execution.

The gray knife slashed head-on, hitting the Ciel helmet, and the entire knife was reversely empowered by Gladiu with sharp power, making it blunt and smooth.

Ciel only felt the heavy metal slam against his helmet, knocking him dizzy, but couldn’t stop him.

Nazalius couldn’t stop the Ciel’s attack, and the cloak flew up quickly, wrapping around the Ciel’s training sword, wrapping it around it.

The moment it touched the flames of Yafen, the entire cloak immediately burned and was thrown aside by Nazalius.

Just like escaping from a broken tail, Nazalius replaced the half-sword with the cloak, then turned around, left the dull gray knife, and faced the charr with the black blade in his right hand, so that the charr could not be with the charr. Attack its flaws as before.

Twelve seconds remaining.

Ciel took a deep breath, the cloak condensed from the soul sediment had been burned to the ground, and only the short sword was still wrapped around the Affin flame on the snow, and the flame only burned the soul.

He grabbed the sword, and the flames of Affin on it were still blazing vigorously, at the expense of his soul and that of Gladius.

Nazalius was quiet.

Ten seconds remaining.

Ciel and Nazarius fought face to face, then quickly thrust the Broken Sword forward.

Nazalius would never let the flames of Yafen burn his body, he swung the black blade and slashed towards the Ciel.

It knew that Ciel would definitely turn back and use the Broken Sword to block, and it attacked the place where Ciel was sure to save.

It’s wrong.

Ciel raised his left arm, and the black blade pierced through the armguard. Nazareus noticed the strangeness, and slashed the knife up and down, slashing Ciel’s entire left arm into three pieces, while Ciel’s right hand had already cut the broken part. The sword stabbed into Nazalius’ body.

The flames of Yafen touched the odd-shaped skeleton that covered its entire body.

——Then it exploded like it touched oil!

The emerald flames killed Nazarius’ whole body, spreading wildly.

It is no longer standing still, or even silent.

Death used to be feared by people, and now it is starting to fear itself.

Nazalius backed away quickly, but no matter how it moved, the flames of Affin bound it tightly, preying on all its soul, slowly burning it to nothing.

Five seconds remaining.

Nazalius stopped moving, and the Ciel suspected that its soul had been burned to nothing, leaving a tall, empty shell of bones in a corner of the training ground.

Charles was breathing heavily, he didn’t dare to look down at his severed arm, it must be very ugly.

Blood spurted out from the broken arm, he felt exhausted, and the curse of death stretched over the chopped flesh.

One second left.

Sharmer wanted to put out the flames of Yafen, and slumped back to the ground.

In any case, despite sacrificing an arm, it was worth killing Nazalius anyway.

It is extremely capable and terrifying. If it appears in a densely populated place, it will undoubtedly be a moving natural disaster.

Frankly speaking, Ciel felt that Nazalius was capable of destroying the world alone.

The fear of death is the highest fear, even a battle-hardened demon hunter like me can’t resist it. What chance do other ordinary people and other inexperienced demon hunters have?

It was once successfully imprisoned by Master Pendra, and now I have finally destroyed it…

This is really the most dangerous, psychologically challenging, and most complicated job in the world. Ciel felt his body buried in the snow. The ice and snow slowly cooled his scorching body, but his heartbeat couldn’t slow down.

His sanity was gradually waning.

Even though his left arm had been severed, he could faintly feel the pain in the non-existent left arm.

He wants to endure the pain, he wants to block it, but how is he going to end the pain that doesn’t actually exist?

My left arm… can’t move at all because I don’t have this arm anymore, it feels horrible…

“I have to make sacrifices…” Gladiu murmured, “I also made a lot of sacrifices to passivate the weapons I forged by myself, which feels as disgusting as encountering the flame demon for a hundred days in a row. ”

“I feel dizzy…”

“You can’t faint, because it’s not over yet.”

“It’s not over yet?”

[End of This Chapter]