Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 303

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 303]

Charles groaned.

“You are a senior staff member of the Seal of Heatelis, you should be quite powerful.” He greeted the other party slightly.

“Yes,” Rivaras said. “What about you? What do you do?”

“For now, I want to find my family,” Shire said.

“What a simple idea, but I seem to have heard that you want to kill me to make everyone give up the action?” Rivaras narrowed his eyes.

“For now, it’s probably the only way out,” Shire said.

“It can’t be done.” Rivaras shook his head, “I have accepted the prince’s favor. You don’t seem to understand the power of an ‘elder’.”

“The infinitely resurrected warlock Cruz in the sheep’s skull mask, the half-demon in the silver mask, and the Leslie Pinker mixed in with you, who are you better than them?”

“…” Rivaras frowned, “How do you know about them.”

“It’s the senior elders.” Enrique whispered, “You actually know Cruz.”

“They are high-level, and you are average,” Ciel thought, “high-level is actually quite weak, you should not be strong.”

“Not strong?” Rivaras frowned, stretched out his fingers, and the fingertips flashed with blood.

It is a ray-like trick, and the speed will be very fast. Ciel has seen similar skills.

He quickly dodged to one side, and about two seconds later, a rock on the shore was hit and cracked immediately.

“So—slow!” Ciel was surprised. The faceless demon’s rays were almost instantaneous, and he had to do his best to avoid it.

“Slow?” Rivaras doubled in shock. “Slow? How dare you say such a thing?”

He lifted his sleeves and took out the black bracelet on his wrist. With the blessing of the magic props, the casting speed increased, and a large number of similar blasting lines blasted towards Ciel.

A series of explosions burst on the land by the lake!

“Ahh-” The other believers quickly fled.

Ciel approached Revaras while avoiding these violent attacks. When he turned on his white divinity and focused his observation, he could see the microwaves surging in the air and the colorless energy blocks flying at high speed, which could be predicted. Their trajectory makes it easier to avoid.

Before long, he was only five meters away from Revaras.

“What other skills do you have, let me see, I know more to fight with you, and I guess I will fight with you in the future.” Ciel said.

“Who the hell are you?” Rivaras looked horrified and at a loss.

“An ordinary person.”

“How could you be so far from being strong? You lied!”

“I’m really far from being powerful. The problem is, you are farther away from being powerful. Are you out of options? Is there only one left…”

“I surrender!” Rivaras fell to his knees, “Forgive me!”

“I wish I could stop you from sending messages or casting spells in secret, but I won’t,” Ciel said. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t have the guts to—”

Ciel swung out the lotus flower and cut through Revaras with one knife, blood spattering in all directions.

In order to avoid other troubles, he set Rivaras’s body on fire, destroying the remains, the flames spread rapidly, and the scorched stench dissipated.

He turned his head and saw Enrique taking off his hood.

“There is no turning back for us,” Enrique said. “The elders came to supervise us, but they died. The Seal of Heatelis will detect it, and from now on, they will try their best to hunt us down.”

“If you will follow me, I will rebuild a new order that has a place for you, and even more people. In the order I lead, it is possible to live without killing and bowing to the devil,” I said. Do it,” Charles said.

Enrique nodded slowly at first, and then nodded again.

“Isn’t that the Hall of Beauty on Earth?” he murmured.

Chapter 379

Enrique led the believers to push the wooden boat into the lake. The wooden boat first entered the water at the edge, and as the water became larger and larger, the boat gradually floated.

They jumped into the boat and sat on opposite sides of the boat, each picking up a wooden oar.

Enrique stood on the bow of the boat, holding on to the head of the boat, calling the horn to organize rowing like his ancestors did.

“Yo-woah-” he shouted rhythmically, and the devotees rowed hard, bit by bit, rowing the boat into the lake.

The boat then slowly sailed towards the sandbar in the middle of the lake.

There were already a few people gathered on the edge of the sandbar. Ciel looked out, and they seemed to be mercenaries. They picked up bows and arrows and prepared to shoot.

“Danger!” Enrique warned.

“I’ll go talk to them,” Charles said.

“How are you—” Enrique was puzzled at first, and the next second he saw Ciel jumping off the side of the boat. His figure submerged in the water and approached the sandbar as fast as a swimming fish.

He swam very fast, enduring the irritation of the icy lake, the currents parting beside him, and Ciel quickly landed on the sandy shore.

“what!”

“It’s the enemy!”

“Let me come!” Kliushi took the lead, wielding a long sword, and slashed towards Xia Er neatly.

The moment he saw Kliushi, Ciel’s memories became more vivid. Caluson sent two mercenaries to protect Sirin, who was being treated in the sanctuary. Kliushi was one of them. When the sanctuary was just rebuilt Helped immensely, and now he has a longer beard than he was six years ago and his movements have slowed down with age.

Ciel pulled out the lotus flower and stabbed it out like lightning. The last hair came first, and Kliushi was forced back in an instant. Ciel picked up the backhand again and threw the sword away.

“Tell everyone to run! Run!” Kliushi cried out in despair, knowing that he was invincible, “Please don’t come back! Hurry!”

“Wait!” Charles stopped him. “Kryushi! It’s me!” Charles took off his hood.

“Spirit!” Kryushi was shocked, “Transformer!”

“Wait a minute, it’s me, the real me!” Charles took the lotus back, expressing surrender and harmlessness, “Charle Grani! Really! I’m resurrected! I’m not a monster!”

Kryushi rolled his eyes, staring at Ciel’s face.

“Dailan? Look…” He turned to his companion, “Yi Rong, a very high level? Are there any masters of this level under the Seal of Therith?”

Dailan on the west coast squinted at Ciel, and Ciel looked at him too.

Today, Dai Lan has new scars on her face. In addition to the crossed knife marks in the past, there is another serious injury. From the forehead to the bottom of her face, her appearance is even more unbearable.

“Ha…” Dailan said in a hoarse voice, “…It can defeat you with one blow…It means that this shapeshifter can kill all the people on the island…Is it meaningless to distinguish the true from the false?”

“You…you must know me!” Charles saw Dailan, Kryushi, and another acquaintance, Brian, a wizard who was once sentenced by the priest of Ashtree Hall to a split lip, “You sure Recognize me! Brian! We’ve been to Raquel Village together! Together with dragons and wizards!”

Brian looked at Ciel silently for a while.

“How did you come back to life?” he asked. “No witchcraft can bring people back to life so vividly.”

“It’s not sorcery, it’s almost a miracle,” said Charles. “I’m back in one piece anyway.”

“I knew you wouldn’t die so easily.” Kryushi sighed, picking up the sword from the beach and putting it back into the scabbard. “…If Lord Nevins could come back…”

“What happened to Caluson?” Charles was a little surprised, “Could it be…”

“We lost contact, we must protect Sirin.” Kliushi stroked his beard.

“Foxes don’t just make a hole, they’re alive,” Brian said calmly.

“I thought you were going with the wizards, or the other hunters, but I didn’t expect you to be here,” Ciel said.

“Since you left, the sanctuary has been torn apart and has fallen into infighting. I lack the ability to describe it gracefully. I can only say that they are biting each other like dogs. The wizards of the Dragon School are too violent, which does not match the temperament of a half-dead person like me. I figured it was a quiet place, so I followed. What should I say? Except for the lingering hunger, two meals in three days, open-air toilets, mosquitoes, lack of building materials, frost, nothing to make a fire, boredom, scenery I have nothing to complain about other than the constant, cyclical stress, lack of research materials and pen and paper,” Brian said.

“Everything will be fine.” Ciel looked into the depths of the mangrove tree, “I-I-” I can stutter when I speak, “- where are Alicia and my daughter? Thank you for helping me take care of them .”

“You should thank Xilin, otherwise we won’t be here.” Kryushi led Ciel to other places on the edge of the sandbar.

“What about those people?” Brian pointed to the slowly approaching cultists, “The old man at the head is like a pirate.”

“They are friends, helpless people like us.” Ciel turned his head, “Don’t worry!”

They came to the side of the sandbar, where the bushes were intertwined.

Kryushi walked through the thick weeds and pointed to a small figure on the sand.

When Ciel looked at her, he lost his ability to think for a moment.

It was a very beautiful little girl, only three or four years old, with long reddish brown hair that had never been trimmed and was loosely draped, she turned her head and looked at Ciel blankly, with a thin body and a small nose and face, perhaps since birth. I haven’t eaten anything good since.

“My…daughter…” Charle was full of joy and happiness, and he approached her tremblingly, moving as gently as possible, lest to startle her, “She…what’s her name? Does she have a name?”

“Alicia named her Verana. Ah, Verana Grani, our little Verana.”

“summer.”

“Yes, the meaning of summer, to commemorate the summer she was born, I have to mention that it was very hot, comfortable, and the last calm and foodable summer we spent.” Kryushi said .

“Verana, Verana Grani?” Ciel approached the girl and knelt in front of her on one knee.

“Huh?” Verana made a small voice, “Who are you?”

“Your relatives.” Ciel didn’t know how to explain, “…I am your…the closest person, but…have never…come back.”

“Oh?” Verana held a twig in her hand and tapped Ciel with it.

“I’m used to being arrogant, Mr. Grani.” Kryushi said, “Alicia and Celine don’t discipline her very often. Now that you’re back, you have to…”

“My daughter,” said Charles, “of course she wants to be spoiled.”

Ciel stared at Verana, almost a young Alicia.

“And ears and noses like mine…” Charles said.

“With all due respect, such a big child has ears and nose like everyone else.” Kryushi laughed, “She has a magical place, she has never cried since she was born, we all think she is a brave girl, born Fearless warriors, cry out to the world in combat instead of weeping in fear.”

“You… do you want to eat?” Charles quickly took out the jerky from his backpack.

“Huh!” Verana was obviously extremely hungry, she took the jerky and bit it bit by bit.

Seeing her appearance, Xia Er felt uncomfortable.

“I want to give the best to Alicia and her, so that they won’t suffer any more grievances,” Ciel said.

“You haven’t changed at all, you’re still so innocent.” Kliushi sighed.

“I want to change the world before it changes me.”

He awkwardly picked Verana up, and she nimbly hung on Ciel.

The feeling of this blood connection made Ciel feel extremely excited, and he approached Verana’s face intimately. She resisted instinctively while eating meat.

“Alicia should be sewing fishing nets.” Kliu hoped to look at the small shed in the middle of the sandbar.

[End of This Chapter]