Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 261

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 261]

“At that time, you still had value, but now you don’t need you anymore! Ever since I heard about the treasure of the Dark Crown, I realized that it might contain fragments of the power of the King of Darkness. Liberate your true body without any scruples! Even if the king of darkness has no chance of winning in front of me, this world will eventually belong to me!”

“…”

“No one cares about you, no one needs you, you are just a piece of trash, trash Ciel, incompetent Ciel Grani, the world’s most hopeless bastard. Only the blade demon can have the last laugh! Only the most The mighty Gladius can rule the world! I have read your heart, I know what you are thinking… That’s why I despise you so much, your character weakness has finally made you the failure you are now, and you are still delusional about yourself What can you do…? Are you worthy? You can’t do anything, incompetent people are only qualified to cry in the corner. From before to now, isn’t it all relying on my strength to achieve trivial achievements? You Do you really think that there is a shred of power in you that really belongs to you? Stop kidding! I am the deadly blade! I am the supreme blade! I am the most powerful and terrifying demon god in hell! What are you?”

Ciel stared blankly at the darkness in front of him, blood dripping all over his body.

He was sometimes in a coma due to blood loss, sometimes woken up by pain, and it was more uncomfortable to be awake than to be in a coma.

After some time, he heard the sound of pushing the door.

“I’m here,” Doria said. “Charle, I’m here to take you out.”

Charles raised his head, he was hungry, his vision was hazy, and he couldn’t see the real thing.

take me out?

what does she mean?

help me go?

I have to get out of here…

“It’s one o’clock in the afternoon.” Doria stretched her waist and beckoned the jailer outside to come in, “I will preside over your execution and smash you inch by inch. I once said, I will dance on your bones. , you probably thought I was joking.”

The jailer untied Ciel and dragged him out, his feet shackled on the ground, his knees rubbed against the rocks, the blood flowed more and more, and his body hurt more and more.

His battered body couldn’t support him to do anything.

“It’s pathetic like a dead dog! It’s pathetic like a dead dog!” Doria laughed wildly.

want to resist.

But now I have nothing.

Chapter 331 Execution

Chilling wind.

The dark clouds were dense, the north wind was blowing violently, and the west coast was frozen for thousands of miles.

The soldiers are strong and fierce, and they have already assembled. They are here to monitor me. They know that today’s matters are very important, and they will never make any mistakes.

It was an exquisite preparation. The king’s envoys, crossbowmen, and knights gathered together. They were in various places around, in the light and in the dark, and no one had a chance to break through the defense line. They made great determination and must complete their mission.

“Gladius, what do you think I am?”

“Tools,” Gladiu said.

Doria stuffed Ciel into a prison van surrounded by metal bars.

The jailer whipped his whip, and the two horses walked side by side, while Doria rode one horse to guard the Pendanthammer.

The vehicle left the prison and headed for the execution ground in the center of the city, with horses hoofs treading snow and wheels rolling, and Charles could not calm down as he heard that he was getting closer to death.

He couldn’t move, he could only lie at the bottom of the cage, out of the corner of his eyes he could see the crowd on both sides, they were chasing the prison car, running, walking, shouting, laughing, pointing at the prisoners, talking loudly, these loud voices could be heard in his ears It was extremely harsh, and it made him even more exhausted.

He vaguely felt the state of the blade demon.

It used to be dormant, secluded, silent, but now it is maddened, rising from the charr’s soul, arrogantly trying to break free.

Gladiu looked at the people along the road with interest, and wanted to harvest their souls and grow himself.

I can’t wait, I can’t wait, it’s been more than 30 months from the battle in Dusk Forest to now, Gladiu can’t bear it any longer, it must get out of trouble, kill the Quartet, and vent as much as possible.

“I am the Blade Demon!” Gladiu murmured, “The Supreme Cleaver! The most powerful high-ranking demon! I will stretch my will, carry out my path, split everything, and the whole world will be mine! Others Demons appear cowardly and humble in front of me… just like you humans! Even demons must bow their heads in front of me! This is the destiny of the blade! It’s so obvious! And you… can only blame yourself for being useless!”

The prison cart came to the execution ground, where Charles once passed by. There was a tall gallows, which could allow people to stand. During the execution, the movable door under the feet was opened, causing people to fall, and the noose tightened their necks to kill people.

It was my turn to taste death.

Charles thought to himself.

How many deaths have I seen along the way?

Ordinary people, soldiers, nobles, demons, all kinds of ways to die, all kinds of tragedies.

Now to me.

The thought gripped Charles’ heart, and he felt suffocated.

I’m dying.

Today, at this very moment, I am dying.

I can’t beg for mercy, because I’m inflexible, and they don’t show any kindness to me.

Sad for one’s own situation, angry for the shortsightedness of others.

Helpless because of being defenseless, and pain because of crippled hands and feet.

The mood is complicated, but Ciel doesn’t have that extreme emotion, he doesn’t feel particularly hateful or particularly angry.

Doria opened the cell door, dragged Ciel out, and dragged him to the execution ground.

At a loss, he was still at a loss.

Did i do something wrong?

My choices lead me to death.

Meaning, am I doing everything wrong from start to finish?

Should I not do this?

I have a problem with my choices, my strategy is not smart.

The beliefs and ideals that have supported me until now are pale and absurd.

In the end, Gladius was always right.

It knows what to do, and it reminded me a long time ago to absolutely obey its orders, because it has seen so much and is very thoughtful.

If it acts as its puppet like a marionette, will it make me live longer out of the intention of taking advantage of it?

Ciel’s neck could still turn, so he tried to hold his head up, trying to see what was around him.

“I’ll help you!” Doria grabbed Ciel’s hair and pulled his head up so that he could see what was around him, “Besides are all the citizens of the West Coast, and on the high balcony are the judges, protectors of the country. Duke and King Leopold I, guards surround the execution ground, crossbowmen and wizards hide in hiding, and you are next to me!”

There was a great deal of voices, everyone whispering and clapping their hands, especially the screams of children and women.

Ciel couldn’t hear clearly at first, but gradually he could hear what everyone was shouting.

“Kill him! Kill him!”

“Dead! Die! Die!”

“hurry up!”

He suddenly felt extreme hatred and extreme rage.

Why—Ciel wanted to speak, but his throat was so dry and his lips were sore that he couldn’t make any meaningful sound—why did you want my life?

I ran for you, fought for you, and now you want me to die?

“Whispering, watch me stomp you with one foot!” Doria kicked Ciel on the head.

Her metal boots kicked Ciel’s forehead bleeding, his head swung to one side, and the pain made him faint for a moment.

When he regained consciousness, he heard other people’s laughter and shouting.

“Ooh!”

“kill him!”

“Big traitor! Big traitor!”

Soon, the crowd gradually quieted down.

Because the king began to speak.

“My loyal subjects, honorable citizens of the West Coast!” said Leopold, his voice still majestic, making people naturally submissive, “now, my heart is half heavy, half relieved . . . My father’s Assassin, Charles Grani, has finally come to the end he deserves! You are here to witness the fate of the traitor!”

“Oh oh oh oh oh–”

“awesome!”

“The old king is dead, long live the new king!” Everyone shouted wildly.

Although I am tired, I still have the power of divinity…

Doria sensed something was wrong, and she pressed Ciel’s head with her feet so that his face was pressed against the cold ground.

“Don’t act rashly,” Doria warned.

Gladius observed the mortal souls around him with a demonic vision.

“Ten million bugs are still bugs, and the trapped demons are still demons.” Gladiu said, “If you choose to stand on the side of the bugs, of course, you will be destroyed together with the bugs. There is no other ending.”

Charles gasped for breath, and the air was cold, irritating his lungs.

Move, I want to move, but the pain in my limbs keeps coming.

Itching and burning sensation under the eye socket, what is that?

“Charle Grani, some of you have heard his name, he worked for the rogue Gregory Rivi, a vassal of the traitor Garnier de Alberta, who fought in Rain Bay Hall China is clearly against me, an enemy of the kingdom of Loman, who has always conspired against this country, he… even killed my father, the great King Eduardo. The gods have eyes, and let him now fall into my hands, I will judge him justly and execute him.” Leopold looked at Charles below.

Beside him, the judge took out a parchment scroll and began to read it.

“In the name of Leopold I, Lord Edvard, the rightful ruler of Loman, and Lord of the Purple Banner Palace, I, Judge Loman, Davis of the West Coast, hereby pronounce judgment.” He cleared his throat. “The Ash Tree Charles of Hall, according to the facts that are just, open and obvious to all, in September 478, in the battle of Ashtree Hall, he supported the rebels of Upper Loman, slaughtered our soldiers, destroyed the granary of Balmodar, and killed His Majesty Leopold and the former king. Eduardo suffered a heavy loss. And, on the 14th day of the winter moon, 3 days ago, he murdered the late King Eduardo by extremely vicious means. According to the Law of Loman, he was hanged today and all his property was confiscated.”

Doria dragged Ciel under the gallows and put the noose around his neck.

Ciel didn’t have the strength to look up, his head fell with gravity, and the rope tied his neck, making him breathless.

“The prisoner is going to die!”

“Ha ha ha ha–”

“The Kingslayer is dying!”

“Make him stand up!”

Charles’ lips moved, he was speechless, his hands and feet were bloodied.

He could defend himself if his body wasn’t hurt, but all the words he could think of were extremely powerless, not even as good as it is now.

“What do you want?” Doria looked at the citizens.

“revenge!”

“Vengeance for the King!”

“What can satisfy you?” Doria screamed around excitedly, “Come on!”

“die!”

“die!”

“Death!” The citizens were extremely enthusiastic and applauded.

Leopold stared at Charles struggling on the noose.

“No,” he said suddenly, “no… it shouldn’t be like this.”

“It’s all up to Your Majesty’s orders!” Doria was a little confused, but still looked at Leopold.

“Don’t hang him,” Leopold said.

“Ah!” Doria was furious.

“Oh–” the citizens shouted, completely dazed.

Charles struggled to look up at Leopold, alleviating the pain in his neck.

“He can’t get up, he can’t finish the hang, Doria, just smash his head,” Leopold said.

“Fantastic!” Doria untied the noose from Ciel’s neck and kicked him to the ground from behind.

“The time has come.” Gladiu was eager to try.

Amid the excited exclamations of people, the two guards knelt down and pressed Ciel’s arms with their knees left and right. Doria aimed at Ciel’s head and raised the crow’s mouth warhammer high.

[End of This Chapter]