Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 23

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 23]

“Left,” Gladiu said.

Chapter 29 Blind Spots of Vision

Ciel blocked with a knife to the left, and the timing was just right.

When he made the blocking action, the half-demon thought he had a plan, retracted his claws, and drew his right arm towards Xiaer, just blocked by Xiaer’s gray knife, the blade slid across its arm, and a huge swipe was drawn. Cracks, black blood gushing out.

“Uh-uh–” The half-demon clutched at the place where he was cut, and Ciel rushed forward, stabbing the knife into its heart, in and out, piercing its chest.

When he holds such a weapon in his hand, his strength is multiplied, and his confidence seems to be endless.

Ciel observed its changes. Demons affect the souls of creatures. When the souls are corroded and corrupted by demons, the drastic changes in the souls will be reflected on the exterior. A large number of souls are transformed into jet-black demons, which become the shells and weapons of new demons.

And in order to maintain and grow their own demon souls, they will continue to harvest other mortals, or kill each other.

That’s why demons must never be allowed to appear in densely populated places, and once the mental disturbances are overwhelmed, thousands of people will be corrupted.

But people can adapt to this mental impact, and those who survive can become strong.

Ciel saw a mercenary screaming in agony, the corners of his mouth full of blood, clutching the golden necklace around his neck in his hands, and crying for his mother, without transforming into a half-demon.

“Flee! Find reinforcements!” Ciel shouted at him.

The mercenary nodded deliriously and stumbled away, footsteps lengthening in the dark night.

The winged demon refused to let him leave, fluttered his wings and jumped down the top of the tree. Ciel chased after it to stop it, the wound on his back was aching, and he felt a strong dizziness just after running a few steps. The vision quickly blurred and dimmed.

Huh…huh…can’t stop.

I have to block it, I can’t let it hurt anymore.

He raised his head and rushed to the winged demon with the knife in his hand, its tail flicked violently, and Ciel raised the knife and fell, cutting off the end of its tail.

“Hey—” The winged demon turned around, his ugly face looking at Ciel.

It’s taller and stronger than me, but at this distance I can kill it.

The winged demon’s eyes flashed red, pointing directly at Ciel’s soul, and he felt a searing pain.

But this pain is almost nothing compared to the burning of the soul by the Yafen flame.

Ciel looked directly at the pair of bloody eyes, hurried forward, and slashed at it with both hands.

The winged demon flapped his wings in the opposite direction, and quickly jumped back, daring not to meet Ciel’s sharp knife.

And behind the demon, the mercenary fled desperately, had already escaped a considerable distance, and would never be caught up again.

“Nuin’s edge!” Ciel was not proficient in using the piercing spell, so he could only do his best, a spike pierced quickly, stabbing the winged demon’s torso, it closed its wings, and then slowly unfolded.

That’s right, that’s it, slowly weakening it, it dares to descend from the tree to the ground, it’s too careless.

Ciel carefully observed the demon’s flaws.

“You’re bleeding,” whispered the winged demon.

Ciel couldn’t see his back, and could only feel that most of his back was stained with blood, and the blood was sticky between the clothes and the skin, which was very uncomfortable.

If it goes on like this, he will bleed to his death before he can win or lose with the winged demon.

In fact, since being hit by the sharp horn just now, Ciel’s strength has been weakened by more than 50%. The more blood drains, the weaker he feels. The pain is like maggots in the tarsus, which makes him unable to concentrate. After thinking, he couldn’t concentrate on fighting, the wound didn’t stop bleeding, and from the cracked flesh, Ciel’s little remaining strength was draining away.

The winged demon approached Ciel, Ciel hurriedly slashed a knife, and it easily turned sideways, avoiding the attack, thus draining Ciel’s power.

“Hurt me, like countless times before.” The devil’s voice echoed faintly.

Ciel was a little anxious, if he couldn’t decide the winner as soon as possible, he would definitely be the one to fall first.

Demons are tireless and use their souls as fuel. As long as there are souls burning in their bodies, their powers are endless.

“I’ve seen too many demon hunters come and go in dungeons,” it said. “There are strong people, some cowardly people, some adventurous nobles, some poor people trying to reach the sky, some innocent people, some people They are all bad. But they all have one thing – arrogance.”

Ciel hurried toward the winged demon on foot, getting closer and closer… He felt tired and breathed hard.

But this pain is not because of lack of air, but because his blood is flowing out little by little, in vain.

He still felt his legs getting heavier.

“You’ve lost too much blood, don’t act rashly.” Gladiu instructed.

“I-I can’t help it.” Ciel was so nervous that he could only bite the bullet and move forward, while the winged demon leisurely kept his distance from Ciel, so that he could not get close.

When it’s over, he’s about to faint. Ciel’s feet are soft and he almost fell. His eyesight is getting worse and worse, and his head is getting heavier and heavier. When did his body become so heavy?

It is difficult to even take a step forward.

“Go up.” The winged demon stretched out his fingers, and the blade in Ciel’s hand slipped away.

Oops!

Ciel was startled, without this knife, he could not fight the devil at all.

The winged demon used its evil power to lift the gray knife high into the air, making it spin slowly in the air, carefully observing the blade.

“I’m very interested in your weapon. Where did you find it? It’s clearly a demon’s weapon.”

Ciel looked up at the knife, which hovered in the air, its angle constantly changing.

“Exquisite crafts, mortals can never do it.” The winged demon appreciates the sharpness of the blade, “Actually, I noticed it when I first encountered it…”

There are flaws…

He slowly raised his hand.

“What are you doing?” The winged demon looked down and noticed Ciel’s movements.

“—Phantom power!”

The knife spun in the air, and Ciel seized the moment when the blade was facing forward, and released the Hunter’s Charm. A huge force passed through the air. The knife quickly projected towards the demon.

For the first time, a genuine look of fear appeared on the face of the winged demon. It quickly closed its wings to protect itself, but the gray knife penetrated its huge wings and plunged straight into its body.

Ciel felt an air current controlled by himself in the air. He pushed the air to press the gray knife down, and continued to penetrate into the winged demon’s body, tearing its protection bit by bit, towards its soul core. go.

“Ugh—” The winged demon screamed, spread out its wings forcefully, and pulled out the blade embedded in the giant wing. Half of its wings were tied with a weapon and hung weakly to one side, and a huge crack was cut out. Flights are no longer possible.

The winged demon simply gave up his wings, crawled on the ground, rushed towards Ciel, and threw a claw at him. The huge force knocked Ciel flying, his body flew in the air, and then slammed into a tree behind him. superior.

boom!

Ciel vomited blood, his body smashed to the ground, and the impact shook his internal organs with severe pain. All his strength disappeared in an instant. He knew that he was done, and now he didn’t even have the strength to lift his fingers.

“It’s too late, we’re dead.” Gladiu said desperately, “Why are you so useless?”

“I’m dead, you can go back to hell.” Ciel fell to the ground, breathing slowly.

Bleeding, hurt, exhausted.

“Rather than being driven back to hell and being enslaved by the kings of chaos, I’d rather be eaten by this low-level servant.” Gladiu cursed, “I hate you!”

“Can’t you save me anymore?”

“Ah, it’s natural to ask me for help now? The answer is no, I repair you, it will drain my strength, the soul I got by eating the troll before has all been used up, and now I have nothing. .” Gladiu complained, “Okay, the countdown to life.”

The winged demon crawled up to Ciel.

“Who is in you?” said the winged demon, puzzled. “Why do I see two souls.”

“I am your master.” The blade demon squeezed his throat and let out his voice.

“I don’t understand.” The Winged Demon said humbly, “Is there anything I can do to help you, my lord.”

“Go away.” The blade demon threatened, “Go to another place to eat people.”

“Gah-hahaha-” the winged demon let out a piercing laugh, “It’s you! It’s you! Lord of Blades, Demon King of Blades, Supreme Cleaver, no wonder you can create that kind of weapon…”

Gladiu showed a touch of anxiety and annoyance in Ciel’s soul, and Ciel knew that it didn’t want to appear too frightened.

“…What do you want to do.” The blade demon has no more confidence, “I am the demon lord.”

“I cannot bear you to live in this form, my lord,” whispered the winged demon. “Rebirth in hell and you will regain your strength.”

Gladius roared in the Ciel’s soul, roaring unwillingly, but it was only incompetent fury.

The winged demon turned abruptly.

Weak Ciel heard a hoof sound approaching here, horse?

Who can ride into the forest?

“Tremble!” the winged demon roared at the rider.

Ciel saw a monstrous evil light on its face, and the terrifying fright was enough to make everyone and animals go mad and degenerate.

The rider didn’t say a word, but just dashed toward him, thrusting a spear into the wide-open mouth of the winged demon, then let go, reined his horse, and drew his sword.

The Winged Demon’s head was pierced by a huge pine lance, his body was smashed through by the force of the impact, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Ciel gritted his teeth, got up from his own blood, pulled out the black knife stuck on the demon’s wings, and quickly slit its throat, and a large amount of pitch-black corrupted substance flowed out from it.

“Let go—let go—” the winged demon wailed, and its demon soul flowed out of its shattered shell, and instead of returning to hell, it quickly flowed into the Charr and became food for Gladius.

“Huh…” Ciel gasped hard, his whole body hurting.

“No—why—” the winged demon cursed in pain, his limbs twitching, “I just want to—fly in the new world—”

“You’re where you shouldn’t be,” Charles whispered.

“Should? Shouldn’t?…Why do you decide…” It raised a claw and pointed at Ciel angrily.

He just calmed down.

Our justice, the victory of mortals.

“As an appetizer, you are qualified.” Gladiu considered the situation, originally fearful and uneasy, but now proud, madly devouring the soul of the devil.

Charles panted heavily, leaning on his knife, looking sideways at the rider.

Rocher took off her helmet, the entire helmet was airtight, leaving only a long slit in the position of the eyes, and the horse she sat on, that horse!

What an adventure it was, completely obscured by black cloth, with linen stuffed in his ears, couldn’t see or hear, galloped all the way with the great skill of the rider, and now paced blankly in the same place, not knowing where he was .

“Is it dead?” she asked. “From what I see, we have accomplished a remarkable feat.”

“Yeah.” Ciel collapsed completely, leaned back, and fell down.

Chapter 30 Methods

The manpower brought by Rocher brought the situation under control. The mercenaries who suffered mental shock suffered heavy casualties. Only three people barely retained their sanity, but there were obvious signs of demonization on their bodies, their nails turned into sharp claws, and their bodies Large black scales appeared, and there was a considerable degree of variation in the face, and it was almost impossible to tell that it was a human being.

“What do they do?” Rocher squatted beside Ciel. The metal armor on her body was quite heavy. It was hard to imagine her strength. “Can we help them?”

“Let me think…” Ciel mused, suspecting that the veteran demon hunters and seasoned wizards knew how to save these people, but he couldn’t, and he desperately needed to learn more about demonology.

“Gladius, do you understand? How can we turn them back into humans?” he asked in his heart.

“There may be a way, but I’ve never cared about this kind of thing. I think it’s irreversible.” Gladiu replied hesitantly, “No, do you have a problem, just kill them all, they’re in this state, no You can’t live by sucking your soul, but where are you going to get your soul to feed these half-big demons? You’re really going to find yourself guilty.”

Charles was silent for a while.

I can’t help them – I can’t help them.

He could only say to Rocher: “…There is no way to help them.”

Rocher was thoughtful, and her eyes fell on those people. She walked over and asked the surviving mercenaries: “Where is your leader?”

A mutated man pointed his deformed arm at Tibbert, who was lying on the ground. Half of his body had been bitten off, and half of his lung had slipped out of his ribs.

“We’ve decided to contain you until the matter is resolved, you go that way, that’s the direction of the garrison,” Rocher said.

“Is there a way to turn us back?” a mercenary said desperately.

“Yes, but I need time to test some conjectures,” Rocher said.

They sighed, turned their backs, and dragged their twisted and broken bodies out.

Rocher’s hand slid in the air and made a gesture to the personal soldiers beside him, so they quickly opened their bows and arrows. Before the mercenaries could react, seven or eight arrows flew towards them and shot through their bodies. Shoot these mutated mercenaries to the ground.

Afterwards, Rocher walked over and cut open their chests himself to make sure they weren’t pretending to be dead.

[End of This Chapter]