Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 385

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 385]

Loixau smiled.

He doesn’t know the tricks of a wizard, and it’s too late to learn it now, so he can’t make a living puppet.

but……

Divinity can activate it, and divinity allows puppets to act like humans.

Urkilic helps Luvashu do this.

I have a lot of divinity.

Luwashaw stretched out his hand, and a shimmer of light emerged one after another.

The divine “savior”, “hero”, “leader”, “guide”, “healer”, “insurgent”, “protector”… these divine fragments, he integrated them all into the flesh and blood puppets. In the thinking circuit, he can’t use these fragments. As long as he uses human beings rationally, the divinity will continue to flow.

Still not enough, the fragments joined the puppet and failed to make it react in the slightest.

Because those divinities are passive and involuntary.

Fortunately, Luvashu still has the most important and largest piece.

From his own soul he carved a piece of crystalline divinity.

This ray of divinity is gray, simple, and unremarkable, and it is called “Leslie Pinker”.

Everyone knows the name, everyone will not question the weight of this name, everyone has expectations for this name, and everyone clearly knows the image of this “Leslie”.

All weak divinities were also born from it, and are now seamlessly integrated with it, after all, they all build their worship through this name.

Mortals, names are just codes.

Luvachau took off his second clothes and put them on the puppet.

After injecting this ray of divinity, the puppet began to move.

Luvashu is ready to dispatch the power of the cyan divinity.

He offered a plan to hope that the Seal of Heatelis would help him to seize the divinity guarded by a spirit of the Redwood Mountain, because he knew that the power of green was all things in nature, green was everything, and everything was green.

As soon as Luwashaw heard the teachings of Qingshen, he realized that it was definitely the most useful divinity in the world.

Luwashaw put the glass marble on the ground, pushed it slightly outside the door, and the whole body turned into a cyan shimmer, which merged into the bead, merged with it, and rolled outward.

The elves often say that they are the sky, the forest and the wind. They can live on the intangible, and it doesn’t matter if the consciousness dissolves, but I can only look for the hard and tangible thing, after all, I have to rely on it to be reborn…

Cruz walked in with a ritual knife carved from bone in his hand and accidentally kicked the glass ball into the air.

Luwashaw rolled outside and heard the cry of the puppet in the house, even the voice was exactly the same as his.

“what are you doing!”

“The ceremony must go on!”

“You got the wrong person!”

“What, then who are you?”

“I’m Leslie Pink!”

“Wouldn’t that be fucking right? Lie down!”

Luvachau was very grateful to the Seal of Heatelis, who gave him unparalleled strength and wisdom.

But he wouldn’t let them climb up on his body, nor would he allow Therith to come and destroy the world, he wanted to live seven hundred years not seven seconds.

When Therith enters the flesh-and-blood puppet, which is essentially dead, the ceremony will collapse, and the prince himself will die instantly and return to hell with a crippled vitality.

When the time comes, don’t talk about attacking the world, other princes in hell will take action to strangle Hiteris.

You don’t even need to worry about revenge.

Soon the castle became very lively.

The ceremony was a complete failure as Luischau had expected, and it erupted with a tragic aftermath of power, killing Cruz on the spot.

The cultists outside rushed into the ceremony venue, only to see the ground full of scum and soul material. They were furious, knowing that it was “Leslie” who was making trouble, and they fought fiercely with the people of the Hundred Sons Group, and the whole Yuwan Hall was in chaos. group.

Luwashaw won’t show up to help the Hundred Sons Group, he knows that many eyes are staring here.

The demons have waited and watched for a long time, and now seize the opportunity. As soon as they realize that the ceremony has failed, they immediately charge towards the Yuwan Hall. The army of the Lord Longhorn marches forward in a mighty manner towards the Yuwan Hall, preparing to raze it to the ground.

No one can survive, except himself.

It was a necessary sacrifice, and Luvashau waited patiently.

In the midst of the great chaos, no one will find an insignificant glass bead, and this is the power of the cyan divinity.

Luvashu wants to make every inch of his strength exert ten times the effect.

He is the most inconspicuous and insignificant mortal. He knows the importance of power, and he is willing to give up every power he has to develop to the extreme.

The slaughter continued, and the blood flowed into rivers. In less than seven hours, the Longhorn Legion completely captured the Yuwan Hall, annihilating the Seal of Sitris and the Hundred Sons. The famous high-ranking elder was smashed into pieces by several longhorned beasts. Fragments.

They are just servants of the devil, how can it be possible to defeat the real devil.

Soon, the demons had no souls to eat, left the castle, and wandered around.

Luvashot didn’t show up rashly, he knew that demons could see souls in their vision, and his soul was bright.

Its shape is scorching, just like Luvasht’s wild vision.

He has time. In order to allow his body to accept the prince, the Seal of Heatelis has transformed his body into almost immortal.

After that, what he has to do is to find divinity, find strength, find new followers, and finally achieve his own goal.

No one knows Leslie Pinker anymore, he can make some new names, no one will recognize him, his life will stretch for millennia, and the legend of his one-handed director will be sung in various forms.

Thinking of this, Luvashu felt slightly happy.

The last time I was so happy was when I took revenge on Rene for my family.

He personally arranged, spent a lot of money to buy the marksman’s amulet, entered Rene’s information into it, and ensured that one hit would kill him. Branch, who finally completed the White Deer Calamity, had a plan that was so seamless that no one knew about it.

Everyone masters only the aspect, and only Luvachau sees it all.

Loixau remained patient.

While waiting, he couldn’t help thinking of Ciel.

Demon hunters who aim to protect the world, every player has played a round, now it’s your turn.

Let me see if technology has improved since you were reborn…

Chapter 472 The Oath

When Ciel came to the destroyed sanctuary, the streets and the wreckage of the building covered each other, and the outline of the ruins was quite clear, and he could recall the grass and trees of the Ash Tree Hall.

Few were willing to follow the Alberta family to rebuild Ashtree Hall, and most sought jobs, walls and troops, and flocked to Baroness Hall.

Therefore, Garnier needs to work hard for many things. He personally travels between the city and the forest in the outer suburbs, collects wooden boards, and builds a shelter on the ruins of the family castle.

“Why don’t you rebuild it in the suburbs?” Ciel asked. “The open space outside is bigger.”

“Because my name is Alberta, it’s that simple.” Garnier cleaned his beard and puffed out his chest.

“These were really chaotic times,” Shire said. “Never in history have so many lunatics come together.”

“how do you feel?”

“Looks like it’s going to be a big deal.”

“Fort Limbian, Rain Bay Hall, West Coast, South… All the other corners of Loman collapsed, only this place looks like a beautiful dream.” Garnier said.

“If we have enough power, it’s not a dream, it’s an unbreakable reality.”

“I used to be very jealous,” Garnier said, “but now I sincerely hope that Rocher will unify the whole country. When she dominates the whole territory of Luoman, maybe she will re-designate the upper Luoman to me.”

“It’s going to be a long way, maybe generations. And it’s called Citania.”

“Don’t rush to part with our traditions. Generations… won’t you help her?”

“Only if she needs me.”

“She has to learn to ask other people for help, I mean, be flexible.”

“Then she won’t be her anymore.”

Garnier sat on a crumbling statue of a little devil and picked up from the rubble a torn Templar banner embroidered with a sword and crossbow pattern in gold on a black background.

“This is the symbol of the Demon Hunter,” he said. “You should renovate it.”

“Symbols are just simple patterns, what matters is what they carry.”

“how?”

“If you win, the Demon Hunter will shake the world.”

“Ha…what do you think is called winning?”

“My goal has always been one, and that is to expel all demons.”

“Then?”

“If I accomplish this goal, it means that I have fulfilled my promise to my master and my seniors, and I have overcome my nightmare. I don’t know what to do after that, maybe I can finally rest. The question is, can I survive? ?”

“Are you worried about death? You have obviously been resurrected, which shows that the world is very tolerant to you after death.”

“Yes, I have received help. But the person who helped me, she said she would not give me a second chance.”

“So you have to make good use of this life.”

“There’s no chance of a mistake,” Shire said. “I can’t make a mistake, I have to secure the victory.”

“You’re a little nervous.”

Ciel saw himself split in two by Gladius again, with hot internal organs spilled on the snow.

“No,” Charles said.

What are the chances of winning between me and Gladiu now?

He pulled out the red knife and stroked the lines on the knife. The material was beautiful, reflecting the sunlight like a blue and white rainbow.

“What is this made of?” Garnier was quite surprised when he saw Sindariel for the first time.

“Orichalcum.”

“A whole lot, so many orchids!” Garnier looked at Sindariel repeatedly, unable to take his eyes off him, “You can create an unparalleled sword of excellence with just a little orchids.”

“That’s why it’s an immortal artifact, better than thousands of ordinary irons,” Ciel said.

“You are much stronger than I thought… It’s amazing, it’s really amazing.” Garnier sighed.

“It’s nothing, the power of an individual is limited.” Ciel said, “I can’t do without everyone’s support. Our society will evolve in the future, and the demon hunters will be more united and larger.”

“No matter how many people, they need a leader and a hero, otherwise they will be at a loss.”

“Then let me do it.” Charles looked into the distance.

Hunters are gathering here.

Under the leadership of Elijah, fifty-one demon hunters lined up and came to sign the Hunter Pledge with Ciel.

They take this day as the beginning of a new life, combing their hair carefully, cleaning their skin, taking care of themselves cleaner than when they were born, neatly dressed, capes and shawls.

When they saw the figure of Ciel standing on the ruins of the old sanctuary from a distance, they all greeted him from a distance.

They were so excited that they had to hold back their joy so as not to lose their composure.

“Ooh!”

[End of This Chapter]