Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 307

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 307]

“Verana? It’s called Dad.” Alicia shook Verana in her arms.

“Dad?” Verana reached out to touch Ciel’s face, her soft little finger touched Ciel’s cheek lightly, a little confused, “…Are you really my dad?”

“It’s me.” Ciel stared at Verana, “Dad is here.”

“You know, she’s been waiting for you for a long time,” Alicia said.

Yes, I have thought about it from a long time ago, even in order to allow my family to live in an era without demons, I must sacrifice everything to hunt demons.

“Dad is leaving.” Ciel squeezed Verana’s hand lightly.

“Hmm.” Verana turned her head, more interested in the withered plants in the garden.

“She is still not familiar with you, and will kiss you more when she grows up.” Alicia said.

“I know.” Ciel nodded, “Then I’ll go to Valanelle.”

“Our tree friend might ignore you at all,” Alicia said.

“I believe he’s different from a real tree,” Charles mused.

He was far from the manor, all the way to the east.

In order to avoid being discovered by the Famine Demon God, he deliberately took a long way to avoid disputes with it for the time being.

After the contact with the high-ranking demon god, Ciel has a deeper understanding of what Gladiu said at the beginning.

In the battle between high-ranking positions, the core keyword is to search for the enemy.

Demon gods like Gladiu, in their heyday, had the highest destructive power like other powerful demons, and could annihilate thousands of miles and tear the sky in an instant.

But with such power, if it can’t lock the target’s position, it is as meaningless as hitting cotton, and it can only hit all the empty places.

To this end, Gladiu adopts a so-called transcendent combat form.

Ciel still remembered clearly that such Gladiu was made up of slender blades all over his body, and his walking attacks were completed with several sharp blades, which were very sharp, very strong, and very small. He tried to improve his mobility and concealment as much as possible.

Now Gladiu has also obtained a top-level magic weapon such as the Deceiver’s Orb, which has achieved the ultimate in body protection. As long as it is hostile to it, it cannot lock its position, and it is almost invincible.

Now, I seem to be able to match the battle logic of this level.

The red sword is close to the body, as long as Sindariel is unsheathed, the power is fully unleashed, and it is not a problem to destroy the country and the army, but the Famine Demon God is small and fast, and may be able to avoid it.

Once it escapes successfully, it will use the power of the devil to launch endless revenge in the future, which I cannot bear.

This may be the case in high-level battles. First, lay out a lot of layouts, and try to do everything in one battle. If you can’t make a single blow, then you will flee for thousands of miles and make plans in the future.

Interestingly, there seems to be a more complicated way of fighting, which is to use the super-computing power of high-level demons to deduce, try to predict the development of things, and calculate the opponent’s position to achieve the enemy.

Gladiu likes mathematics, and sometimes he likes to do it all.

If everyone has a fixed behavioral logic, this kind of calculation is very effective, but the world is full of randomness and unknowability, and a small probability event can destroy all previous arrangements.

In addition, this kind of deduction will extend hundreds of millions of calculation paths. If you want to find the branch with the highest probability, you have to try to traverse the endless logic tree and choose the best among the best, which is obviously very difficult.

Gladius likes to complain about this before. It lives in my body and can only use my brain to think. The human brain has insufficient computing power, so it can only do some basic questions to amuse itself.

By the way, doesn’t this mean…

Ciel thought of this, and was suddenly interrupted by a burst of noise in front of him.

“Hey!” Several men in fine velvet robes walked towards Ciel, “Stay away!”

“Are you wizards?” Ciel saw that they were all wearing red flying dragon badges on a blue background, and they walked arrogantly.

“By Lord Aiya’s order, weed out the idle people and others.” The head wizard whispered, “No matter what your purpose is, let’s go.”

“Sorry, maybe I’m ignorant, but who is this esteemed Aiya-sama?” Ciel asked.

“It really has nothing to do with you, mercenary,” said the wizard. “It’s time for you to go.”

“What if I can come in handy?” Ciel said, “I’m very strong, I can give you something to do anything, and Aiya-sama won’t refuse additional support.”

“You…” asked a wizard standing beside him, “are you a native?”

“He must be,” said another wizard with a mysterious tone. “Look at him. He has typical Loman features, short hands and feet, and hair as red as a turnip.”

“I am.” Ciel said casually, “a pure local, and you can’t find anyone more local than me.”

“Then come here.” The wizard extended his hand to welcome him, “Lord Aiya needs a local person to identify the magical things she found.”

Ciel was escorted by these dragon school wizards, who watched him silently as they walked.

After walking for about ten minutes, they came to a relatively open field surrounded by lush forests.

There is a strange tree in the middle, taller and greener than other trees in the woodland. Ordinary tree species are stained with red and yellow variegated colors in this season, showing the strong autumn feeling, but this strange tree in front of me is still luxuriant and green like summer.

The most different thing is… Ciel saw a human-shaped lump sticking tightly to the tree, as if someone had been sewn into the tree alive, and it looked extremely strange.

And the size of this human figure is also longer than ordinary people, no matter how you look at it, it looks more like… a tall and thin elf.

If this is Varanelle, the situation is really perverted, as if the elves were sucked into the tree.

“Lord Aiya! We found the natives!” the wizard shouted.

The witch called Aya raised her head.

Ciel saw a particularly bad-looking face. He didn’t like to use it to judge people, but her face really reminded him of the dark witch in the story at a glance, with deep eye sockets, green eyes, high nose bridge, and lips. The heavy makeup is like blood, and the lips are naturally slanted to the sides, as if the mood is always unhappy.

“What’s your name?” Aiya asked.

She wore a plain gauze skirt with no underwear, and the towering twin peaks were looming under the gauze fabric, so large that they drooped.

“Granee,” Charles said.

“I’ve only heard of one Charles Grani in this land.” Aiya frowned,

“He’s dead clear,” Ciel said. “Murdered on the west coast and smashed to pieces with a hammer.”

“You don’t need to repeat the news I’ve heard hundreds of times for me.” Aiya turned to the humanoid tree, “…Most of the people here either fled, or killed each other for bandits, how about you?”

“Normal passers-by,” said Charles. “Despite the famine, there are still fish in the river, and there are empty yards everywhere, and it’s clean.”

Aiya pointed at the strange tree.

“Did it stand here before the disaster?” she asked.

“No, never heard of it,” said Charles.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Aiya’s mouth.

“I like it,” she said. “It must make a good potion.”

“That’s controversial,” Ciel said. “There’s something odd about the puffy figure on the tree. What if there’s someone inside?”

“Do you think I would care?” Aiya said, and after that, she turned her head and waved her hand, “It’s confirmed that it’s a new breed, do it, cut it down.”

“Don’t,” said Charles, “this big tree may be a little strange. It’s not good to cut it down without authorization, and it will attract strange spirits.”

“I thought I would know the quirkiness of the Lomans.” Aya licked her lips.

“Wait for me to check this tree first.” Ciel raised his hands to indicate harmlessness and walked towards the big tree.

“…” Aya was silent, watching how Ciel performed.

He looked around and saw that there were ten wizards nearby, and each of them had a flying dragon mark on their robes. It was obviously the extremely violent and selfish wizarding group of the Dragon School.

Ciel looked up at the big tree. If this tree was really the transformation of Varanelle, the moment the tree fell, Varanelle would probably die.

Valanelle, if you are really this tree, you’d better resist, these wizards want to get you back to make medicine.

Ciel reached out to touch the humanoid bulge.

In an instant, the bark rattled, cracked an amazing gap, and swallowed Ciel.

Chapter 384 Ancient Fury

Ciel wanted to avoid, but Valanelle reached out and grabbed Ciel, but he didn’t dodge, and he entered the tree in an instant.

Valanelle’s face was so sad that it didn’t make anyone in a good mood.

He used to talk less, but now his mouth is tightly pursed, he is more warm and quiet, like jade, his back is close to the inside of the empty tree, and many parts of his body are vegetated. Roots grow from the bottom of the feet, connecting with the tree itself.

“Will it be heard outside?” Charles asked.

Valanelle shook her head.

His face was still very thin, his eyes were hollow, and he was extremely tall. Now he was looking down at Ciel, with an unfathomable sense of mystery, and Ciel looked up at him calmly.

“…It’s been a long time,” said Valanelle.

“Yes, it took me years to get back here,” said Charles.

“It’s not you.” Valanelle shook his head. “I mean, it’s been a long time since a sun fell.”

“Were you born in a time when there were two suns?”

“I watched them go,” said Valanelle. “Fate forced us to twist and divide, to force our noble bodies and spirits to accept endless dirt and corruption. It is the same today, where the world will eventually be dragged into abyss and death. , there is no place for me here. Leave me alone, Ciel.”

“Can’t you see those people outside?”

“They have been wandering here for two months, they have patiently and systematically scavenged for rare raw materials in Loman, every flower and grass is accusing me of their atrocities, when my well-known partners are uprooted from the ground. At that time, my heart was also broken…”

“I don’t know,” said Charles. “Why not resist?”

“If you kill them, will everyone be able to live?” Varanelle asked. “It’s different from the Elf world, the Anthropocene is like this. Humans will not keep this forest peaceful. As long as humans are alive, there will be a lumbering field one day. It will drive to every place, the roads will criss-cross, the villages will become market towns, the market towns will form the city, and then the metropolis will be born, and the noise, human and animal excrement and domestic garbage will flood my homeland, this is the doomed destiny.”

“But human beings can’t survive, and demons are active in all directions.” Ciel said.

“This has become my temporary consolation. The Anthropocene is finally dominated by things outside the painting, and we will finally find beauty in the desolation.” Valanelle said softly.

“It’s not beautiful at all, everyone is suffering.”

“Then isn’t your purpose just to drag me away from this wonderful end, trying to involve me in meaningless struggle and suffering?” said Valanelle.

“You look depressed, but you’re more irritable than ever, don’t you want to join me in saving the world?” said Ciel.

“You failed, this is the root of everything.” Valanelle’s branches turned into thorns and stabbed Ciel’s right arm, creating a bleeding wound, “…Aren’t you going to dodge?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ciel said. “Have you decided to become an eternal tree here?”

“Yes, I want to return to Qingshie, and like my most heroic, most laudable, and beautiful compatriots, I have decided to give up my earthly body and return to our original and final home. The generous and fraternal Qingshen… Accept I… accept my… lost child, keep me away from the troubles of off-paintings and human beings.” Valanelle closed his eyes and begged.

“You’ve been here for so many years, and you still haven’t completely turned into a tree.” Ciel noticed the problem, “Pull it out first.”

Varanelle retracts the blood-stained thorn.

“I’m sorry,” said Valanelle. “I’ve had so much resentment, hostility, arrogance, humiliation, and guilt since entering this world… Until I get rid of them, I… I can’t even visualize, I can’t think or recall, the peace and revelation of the past shut me out, why can’t I go back? Did I make the wrong decision in the first place? Shouldn’t I decide to help you in the first place? I think Dedicated to this Dao, but all I get is endless troubles and sorrows, hated by the clan, abandoned by the Azure God… Even you, you… died…”

“It’s all right,” Charles said, “I can understand you.”

“Understand?” Valanelle’s tone became angry, and the whole tree hummed, “How can you understand me? As soon as you walk away, fail, die, and let things outside the painting pollute Qingshie, Can you understand my rage These murmur-like vulgar emotions, I will never be able to return to the perfect and harmonious posture that I once was, and this world is no longer what I used to be familiar with. Everything I know has changed, and everything that has changed drags me into quagmire.”

Charles put his ear to the bark, listening to what was going on outside.

The wizards were muttering.

“…There must be no way.”

[End of This Chapter]