Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 249

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 249]

“Understood.” Ciel knew the stakes, “I paid attention when I was going back and forth, and I didn’t let the guards track it here.”

He closed the door outside and blocked out the dim light in the room with a curtain, so that everything still seemed silent.

Ellen waited for a while.

“And then,” she said, “you know, there’s a lot of value here.”

“Personal belongings of Master Pendra.”

“Yes, the legacy of Pendra and his followers, the magic items, they are all precious.” Ellen said softly.

“Actually, I don’t care,” Ciel said. “I won’t steal from them, as long as it’s a shelter here is good enough.”

“You are strong and open-minded,” Ellen said. “So you need to know that this is not stealing, this is inheritance. Let me show you what Pendra has left behind.”

“for example?”

“The first is his body.”

When they came upstairs, Ciel pushed open the door, and the stench that had been building up for a long time swept out, making him dizzy for a moment.

Charles saw a bed beside the wall with a skeleton in a white hospital suit lying on it.

The insects were alerted and began to flee in a dense manner.

“This is…” Charles hesitated.

“Pendra is sick,” said Ellen. “He knows that the temple is being targeted, that the king’s envoy is planning to persecute hunters and anyone related to them, and one amazing hunter after another has died. In an ambush, died of poison, a huntress was pressed into a hot oil pan and burned her eyeballs. Pandra said it was too dangerous, so he let me go, almost drove me away. We had a brief correspondence, he Said he was very ill.”

“He should see a doctor…”

“In the letter, he said that he did not want to see a doctor, and that the doctor who dared to treat him would definitely be revenge by the king’s envoy. He has become persona non grata on the west coast. He must be in pain before he dies, sick and alone. , drive every friend away.”

“Demon Hunter shouldn’t end up like this,” Ciel couldn’t help saying.

“if not?”

“We are heroes who protect the world and should be treated like heroes,” Ciel blurted out.

“I hope you’ll be remembered as a hero and be decent all your life,” Ellen said.

She went to the table, where a large manuscript of sheepskin was spread, she picked it up, shook it, and the worms scattered.

“It’s a pity.” Ellen sighed, “Pandera’s hunter manuscript, great knowledge fed the bugs.”

Ciel took the manuscript seriously. It was very heavy, and it must have recorded many of Pendra’s experiences.

“I will read it well,” said the Shire, “but not here, and not now, when Master Pendra should be buried.”

“Even the sound of shoveling dirt can be heard by passing guards,” Ellen said. “Pendra told me before his death that he wanted to be burned to ashes after he died and sprinkled into the sea he watched all his life.”

Through the window, Charles saw the silvery white sea in the night. Tonight is a silver moon night, and the outside is as bright as day.

“…I will fulfill the master’s wishes.”

He took the manuscript and went into the living room below to study it carefully by the candles.

The manuscript really recorded a lot of the unique methods of the West Coast demon hunters, and when Ciel flipped through it a little, he realized what a precious treasure he was holding in his hand.

This manuscript summarizes the hunting experience of hunters on the west coast, all the essence, every word.

If there had been this manuscript guidance, Charles could have avoided many detours.

Pendra’s attitude towards demons is mainly to capture and imprison, just as he imprisoned Nazarius, he has set up similar prisons in many places, and the manuscript also records how to obtain those intangible materials.

He described the hunting and killing operations as playing with demons. Pendra is experienced and has a wealth of combat literacy.

He also mentioned ways to fight high-level demons.

When powerful demons arrive in this world, they will be so weakened that they cannot exert their full strength, and they need to build a solid shell to avoid being oppressed and weakened by this world.

Soul throwing is pretty much the most effective way to fight this shell, piercing through their scales with ease, quickly depleting the soul inside.

He also mentioned the method of winning every battle against demons. As long as this method is applied, no matter how powerful the demon can be defeated by one blow.

It’s just that it’s been eaten by the bugs so that it’s invisible.

Pendra must have been happy when he wrote this, because the handwriting was very scribbled and danced.

If I can extract the contents of this damaged manuscript and copy a guide myself, can it be used as a classic for the hunter organization?

Charles thought to himself.

As soon as he said it, he found empty parchment from the study and copied it with concentration.

This will be my temporary shelter, allowing me to train the abilities I already have, and then have a greater confidence to defeat the darkness.

Ciel mused while rustling records.

Chapter 317

Ciel copied into the second half of the night, slept in his bedroom with his clothes on, woke up after a few hours of sleep, used the morning mist as a cover, and slipped out of the sanctuary before the crowds were crowded, making sure that he would not be discovered when he went in and out. .

He ran to the frozen pier, which was very quiet and suitable for Ciel to think alone.

The sun rises from the end of the sea, and the stars disappear one by one.

He felt the winter wind, the icy air flowing through his armor.

The land is trembling in the shadows, the wrong king rules the vast realm, and thousands of people are divided in doubt, betray each other, and attack each other.

Now that the gods are covered in dust, I will perform the duties of the gods to eliminate the demons that have occupied the earth, and remove them one by one, so that people can live in peace and tranquility from now on, and no longer have to worry about the growth of evil.

In this way, the divine light of the Temple of Beauty will help me.

The purple divinity in Ciel’s soul gradually brightened, from the previous incompleteness to the more full.

He listened to the sounds around him.

Someone got up and opened the window, there were landlords and tenants arguing, stoves were on fire, water bubbled and crackled when it boiled, mothers reprimanded children, two dogs chased each other down the street and barked, and someone groaned, There are also people adding fuel to the fireplace to prepare for the winter as the new day arrives.

This is a complex, changing, and wide world, and I should keep an open mind, understand and accept everything, without being particularly harsh or forgiving.

To understand and analyze everything with an objective attitude, to achieve my own purpose step by step, and to get along well with the world at the same time, this is the most suitable method for me, and it is also the most acceptable concept.

In this way, the truth of the world will help me.

The white divinity gradually became full, and the part that was eaten by Gladiu repaired itself and became more and more complete. When he operated the white divinity, his thinking became clear, and the intricate problems could be solved at any time.

With his hand on his own blade, courage and ambition burst forth.

Humans and demons are a pair of irreconcilable enemies. Humans are eager to survive, while demons must kill humans to capture their souls. The conflict between us is getting deeper and deeper and eventually turns into war.

The cries of hell and the clamor of war drums can almost be heard, they are about to enter this world, this is the ultimate war between humans and demons, the contradiction between us is so deep that the most violent means must be used to win the victory. burden.

In this war, I will definitely play a very important role, and even turn the outcome of major events in one fell swoop.

Thus, the mysteries of war will help me.

The radiance of the blood-red divinity flourished, and three strands of divinity entwined Ciel’s tiny soul, trying to maintain its integrity.

Ciel’s human soul is very small, and his abuse of the flames of Yafen eventually led to this end. Many emotions and memories have disappeared. If there is no divine protection here, the loss will be even more serious.

Now, where do my multiple emotions come from?

Charles obviously has the answer.

Above his crippled soul, Gladiu’s evil soul is extraordinarily large.

Its demon soul can partially replace the functions of Ciel’s soul, allowing him to have normal emotions.

Once this demon soul leaves or dissipates, Ciel will definitely be swallowed up by insanity and become a numb and empty walking dead.

“So I have to stay healthy, don’t I?” Gladiu said. “Let’s go and find the wandering souls of the city.”

Charles took Gladiu to the noisy morning market in the city. Farmers drove cattle, sheep and livestock into the city early in the morning to do business, selling firewood and charcoal in exchange for tools and important daily necessities.

The butchers were slaughtering the animals. They raised their knives and slashed the belly of the pig. Several people held it together to prevent it from struggling to escape.

The souls of the dead animals left their bodies and were quickly devoured by Gladius. It continued to absorb these loose souls, just like water droplets gathered and expanded, Gladius’ demon souls became bigger and bigger.

“Go on,” Gladiu said.

Ciel came to the almshouse in the city. There are many people waiting to die here. The homeless, the homeless and the seriously ill are all looking for a last place to live. The whole house is painted white, and there is almost no A hint of variegation is commensurate with this cold winter atmosphere.

He sat under the outer wall, and someone in the room took his last breath. The human soul did not go to the afterlife, but was stolen and devoured by Gladius.

“Sure enough, the soul of an intelligent creature is the best.” Gladiu appreciated, “Continue.”

It was noon, and Charles came to the wide square in front of the city hall.

There is a gallows in the middle. The mayor stood on the balcony on the second floor of the next house and announced loudly to the crowd:

“This man was hanged for treason! The gods learned! He gave His Majesty a disgusting soup, made him vomit, and died! Such a shameful murder must not be tolerated!”

“Ah!”

“It’s abominable!”

“Kill him now!”

“Long live the king!”

Ciel looked at the people on the gallows carefully. The other party was full of white hair, his face was wrinkled, his mouth was sealed, his hands and feet were tightly bound, he couldn’t move at all, and he couldn’t argue for himself at all.

The executioner put the noose around his neck, then went to the side and pulled down the trap.

In an instant, the movable door under the prisoner’s feet was opened, and his body fell down, the rope tightened and strangled his neck.

“Ooh!”

“Long live!”

“Great!”

Everyone applauded.

The prisoner looked horrified and distressed, clutching the noose with both hands, reaching out his fingers to tuck into the rope loop to give himself room to breathe, and kicking his feet around trying to find room to stand on, but he did it anyway. No, just make yourself look very funny.

People could not take their eyes off the prisoner, the expression of the prisoner gradually stiffened, his face was frozen, his strength was exhausted, his eyes were round, and his death was terrifying.

After watching the whole process, they were silent at first, some women bowed their heads and wept, some old people sighed, and then some people began to laugh and talk in low voices, and gradually, everyone began to talk loudly, talking about the death of the prisoner, feeling that It’s unique and interesting.

The executioner freed the prisoner’s body from the gallows and dragged it away.

“Dry soul, but still a meal,” Gladiu said.

“Where can I go next?” Charles asked.

“It’s time to go back.”

“You haven’t fully recovered yet.”

“I know how to recover.” Gladiu’s Demon Soul kept observing the surroundings, “Look, isn’t this precious soul storage all around? As long as I quietly and with a little strength, I can keep getting stronger. .”

“You want to massacre the city?”

“Yes, sacrificing the lives of 50,000 to 100,000 people in this city, my power will expand rapidly enough to unleash the most deadly attack, two or three knives.”

“Then what can this ‘two or three swords’ do?”

“Even in the face of the king of darkness with complete power, I can make sure to destroy it. It’s so terrible.”

“But you will never have a chance to slaughter the people of this city.”

“I hope so,” Gladiu said meaningfully.

Shire returns to the capital church.

He walked through a few quiet neighborhoods and saw several people standing quietly at the door of the church.

[End of This Chapter]