Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 7

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 7]

Each syllable has a corresponding schedule, and he composes different levels for these tones. The lower the number, the lower the tone, and the higher the number, the higher the tone. Ciel’s understanding of arithmetic is limited, but he can still master it from one to twenty. of.

After marking each syllable of the spell with a diacritic symbol, he deliberately changed the pitch of each byte, and then experimented with the changes after the spell was cast.

Through this trial and error, he tested which syllables were the core of the spell, and a slight change would cause the entire spell to fail. He also tested which syllables adjusted the power of the spell and which syllables affected the range of the spell.

The land in front of the camping stones was scrawled by the charr, scrawled with meticulous notes, markings, and the charr’s own intricate markings.

He only ate a little in the afternoon, and spent the rest of the time experimenting with his understanding of the spell.

He had never shown this habit to other demon hunters, not even Etienne.

Because Ciel is afraid that others will laugh at him, he has never seen other demon hunters record spells with his method, other hunters simply write down the rhythm of the spell and then release it, unlike Ciel’s detailed analysis , so Charles felt that his method was very stupid.

Ciel felt happier than ever as he painted on the ground and worked on spells, and it became his form of entertainment.

Ciel felt a tinge of heartfelt encouragement whenever he discovered a connection between the inflections of pitch and the effects of spells.

The results of this whole day will soon be verified.

Ciel picked up a stone and threw it high into the air.

The stone was the size of a palm, not the kind of crushed stone that was used before.

The stone flew high into the sky and then fell quickly.

Ciel watched intently where the stone fell.

Change the pitch, adjust the magnitude of the force, set the position with concentration…

“Phantom – divine power!”

咻——In an instant, a strong wind swept through the air, and an invisible force changed the direction of the wind and airflow. In Ciel’s eyes, it was as if an invisible stick smashed the stone in the air, and the whole stone quickly smashed. It changed direction and flew out flat, at an extremely fast speed, hitting the stone wall of the ruins in the distance, making a loud knocking sound.

Seeing such an effect, Ciel was very satisfied.

But then again, is this how the spell is used?

Charles was a little confused.

According to Gephne, this should just be a protective spell.

Due to the prolonged practice, he not only had dry mouth, but also became dizzy and unable to think carefully.

At this juncture when the sunset was slanting and the sky was getting dark, the thing that had always worried, or expected, or feared for Ciel, happened.

“Ha-ha-ha-” A hoarse laughter sounded.

Ciel heard footsteps from the edge of the forest, and the sound of heavy objects being dragged.

In order to prevent the hunters from seeing what he drew and laughing at him, Ciel quickly erased all the traces on the ground with his hands, kicking and scratching, erasing the marks and symbols.

The hunter returns from a fierce battle.

Xia Er looked at those figures from a distance, but felt a palpitations for no reason.

People slowly walked towards the camping stone camp, and the huge shadow dragging behind them seemed to be…

Blade Demon.

Chapter 9 Sharp

Master Frederick was at the forefront, and Ciel made way for him.

“Are you alright?” He glanced at Ciel, there was no blood on his black clothes, and he was as straight as when he set off.

The sky was overcast, and Frederick looked very serious, making it difficult for Ciel to relax.

Ciel nodded. He saw Warren dragging the demon’s body behind him, Gephne walked aside, and everyone returned safely, only Etienne was missing.

“Where is my master?” Charles asked.

“I don’t know.” There was a haze in Frederick’s eyes, “What did he say to you?”

“It’s nothing.” Charles felt a strong unease in his heart, “Where will Mister Etienne go?”

“I can’t control that old man.” Frederick looked disgusted, “Your master has been famous for a long time, and his skills are unparalleled in the world. Who can control him. He can go wherever he wants. He joined this operation to give me face, I How do you know where he’s going?”

With an angry tone, Ciel didn’t know that there was such a deep feud between Master Frederick and Etienne.

“Honey, there’s no need to scare him.” Gephne comforted.

“Your master has never participated in the war.” Warren showed a contemptuous smile, “I can’t blame anyone. Either he escaped, or he was killed on the way. Tell him not to go with us, he deserves it.”

Hearing this, Ciel was furious and clenched his fists. He could not tolerate someone slandering Etienne like this. The old hunter never stingy about his concern for Ciel.

However, Warren showed no restraint, and his expression became more and more contemptuous, constantly stirring up Ciel’s emotions, as if he meant to provoke Ciel.

“Master Etienne has traveled all over Loman,” Geoffne cast an encouraging look at Ciel, “I don’t know how many storms I have seen in my life, even if he doesn’t meet us for some reason, he can leave the forest safely by himself. ”

“Don’t worry.” Valen added gloomily, “Etienne is dead, I’ll be your master, little Charles.”

“After completing this mission, I will be an official hunter.” Ciel stared at Varun, “I don’t need you.”

“Reject me? Then stop being a hunter with your brain, and go back to your countryside to farm.” Warren mocked.

Ciel felt uncomfortable hearing this. He wanted to be a good hunter. He looked past Valen and saw the demon body.

It was a terrifying demon god with a human-like appearance, but his body was scorched black, as if a flame was burning inside.

The outer shell is rough, with a scale-like, insect-like carapace like armor, and a tail with a black and red blade extending from the end.

The most terrifying thing is that its head, shaped like a goat, is roughly triangular in shape, with a hazy face. There are only two hollow depressions where the eyes should be, making it difficult to look directly. Long horns, sharp and hideous.

What impressed Ciel most was the demon’s chest, where there was a particularly huge wound, as if a sharp object had smashed through its outer shell, exposing the chaotic and twisted flesh and blood structure inside, like a decayed pitch-black cotton wool, damp and moist. Sticky.

Ciel heard that the outer shell of the demon is made of demonic substance, which is a solidified soul.

Demons feed on souls, use souls as shells, and use souls as fuel, and they crave to kill all beings and strip away souls.

“…This is the devil?” Ciel stared at the body, extremely stiff, and the hunters had exiled the evil soul that manipulated it.

“Yes.” Frederick nodded in satisfaction, “The blade demon, the high-level demon god of hell. It is strong, but we are stronger.”

“Drag it to the camp, I’m exhausted.” Warren shoved the rope into Ciel’s hand and gave him a hard push. Warren’s hand was icy and hard like a rock.

Ciel was disgusted and angry, but there was nothing he could do.

Since Etienne was away, he had no status as a hunter recruit.

So he had to hold on to the rope and drag the demon corpse, which was lighter than he thought, the blade demon was much lighter than a human of the same size, and Ciel felt like he was pulling the corpse of a goat.

He dragged the demon husk to the camping stone and lowered the rope in his hand.

“It’s really cold, go make a fire, don’t linger.” Valen continued to call Ciel.

Seeing Ciel’s troubled expression, Frederick shook his head.

“How can you become a qualified hunter without the character of hard work? I think you are just like your master, obsessed with enjoyment all day long.” Federick rebuked.

There is only one criterion for a hunter, that is, a strong will.

Charles remembers Etienne’s teachings.

He endured everything in silence, took a lap in the surrounding woods, collected enough branches to pile them up in the clearing in front of the camping stones, lit a fire, and a bonfire lit up, glowing in the afterglow of the setting sun.

In Dusk Forest, the sunset was faster than elsewhere, and before Ciel saw dusk, it was already dark around him.

The forest with deep shadows seems to be vast and boundless. If you walk in the forest at night, I am afraid that it will not take long for you to be driven crazy by the panic in your heart.

“How was the Blade Demon defeated?” Ciel stood by the fire, watching Federik heating a piece of jerky on the fire.

“For an experienced hunter,” Frederick said proudly, “the most powerful demons can be defeated. Their shells are made of demonic qualities, and demonic qualities are corrupted, actualized souls, more powerful than any metal. They have to be strong and flexible. Ordinary weapons are indestructible, which would be prohibitive for mortals. But hunters have a way, charr, hunters challenge demons of any shape and strength. The answer is piercing spell, I use piercing spell through the body of the devil.”

Ciel couldn’t help but look at the huge piercing marks on the chest of the demon’s body, and it was easy to imagine the power of that spell.

“It’s amazing…” Charles murmured.

“Do you want to learn?” Frederick looked at Ciel.

“I do! Of course I do.” Charles was very happy.

“I am the master of the sanctuary, and I have the responsibility to educate the younger generation.” Frederick bit a piece of the jerky, his eyes stayed on the flame for a while, as if he was trying to formulate words, and then he raised his head, “But at the same time , but also at a price.”

“What am I going to do?” Charles asked.

“Tell me the rhythm of ‘Yarfen Flame’.” Frederick’s tone was unquestionable.

Charles was shocked.

“Don’t want to?” Frederick was disappointed when he saw Ciel’s expression, “Listen, I’ll exchange it with the most powerful piercing spell, it’s definitely worth it.”

If this is an equivalent exchange, why didn’t he go to Master Etienne to exchange it?

“No…forget it.” Ciel said, not daring to look at Master Frederick’s angry eyes.

“Are you serious?” Frederick said threateningly.

“Federick.” Jeffrey’s voice trembled. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, you are starting to question me now?” Federik became more and more irritable, “I just killed the blade demon, everyone will praise this day, praise my achievements, I will soon be Fanluo Mann’s most famous demon hunter.”

“Charle.” Gephne got up, “I’ll go outside to find your master.”

“Jeffne?” Frederick lost his voice, “You—”

“It’s too dark in the forest, even Master Etienne may be in danger. He hasn’t come back for so long, maybe he’s encountered something. I have to help him.” Geoffne explained, and then hurried out .

Ciel knew that she didn’t like to get involved in conflict, especially the quarrels between hunters.

Frederick’s face was gloomy.

“If she is attacked, it will be miserable. There are many traps in the woods.” Warren looked at Gephne’s back disappearing into the woods.

“Stopping point.” Frederick pressed his forehead in frustration.

Ciel didn’t speak, he just hated that he didn’t have the right to speak.

“You should study with me.” Warren sat cross-legged, resting his hands on his chin, and looked straight at Charles, “You are still young and malleable. Not sure.”

“I can take care of my own business.” Charles stubbornly walked to the side and sat down, taking something out of his backpack to eat.

Is Master Etienne really in danger in the woods?

Charles couldn’t help thinking.

Yes, there is everything in the forest, and the night is even more dangerous. There are trolls, night owls, goblins and dragons.

But Charles knew that Master Etienne was very experienced, and he just wanted to kill and hunt demons. He didn’t believe that Etienne couldn’t fight the ghosts in the woods.

There was only one thing that troubled Ciel. Although Etienne had outstanding skills, he always refused to hold the silver key of the sanctuary and refused to become the leader of the hunters.

“Charle.” Frederick called to him.

“Master Frederick.” Ciel stood up.

“Just sit.” Frederick sighed, “Look, I lost my temper just now.”

Ciel looked at Master Hunter with a complicated mood: “Master Etienne never wanted to be the master of the sanctuary. What is the conflict between you and him?”

“Never thought about it?” Frederick frowned. “That’s because you don’t know him. Before his delusional disorder worsened, he had been thinking about the silver key. He was thirty years old at that time, and I was ten years old. At the age of five, he has traveled all over the country, and has countless honors and honors. He is a shadow in front of me that I can’t catch up with. The most unfortunate thing in my life is to meet people I can’t reach in this life, which makes people doubt myself. But he abuses spells, soul Damaged, so the silver key was handed out to me.”

“I hear you have done many successful hunts.”

“Every previous hunt was the same as this time, with him participating.” Frederick’s tone was a little irritable, “You see! Etienne did not participate in the specific battle to hunt down the blade demon, I used the piercing spell to destroy it. but when we go back, people are still talking behind their backs, ‘Ha, Etienne beat another demon’!”

“…” Charles sighed.

“Okay, Ciel. Whether we find your master or not, we’re going back to the sanctuary tomorrow. Our will is strong enough to resist the panic of its appearance, but those mortals are still easily frightened. So the demon corpse must be Taken back safely with masks and chains. Hopefully no one will disturb us on the way,” muttered Frederick.

For the vigil, they took turns watching the fire.

Ciel was in charge of the first few hours. He noticed that Warren had no intention of going to sleep. He sat aside, his lips moved together, but there was no sound. Frederick lay on a fur roll, brewing drowsiness. .

Charles is very uncomfortable without Master Etienne. Are we going to leave Master Etienne and continue our journey?

He stared at the flames, imagining his future life walking alone, while hoping that Gephne and Etienne would join up soon and the two would return to the camp.

Without Etienne’s guidance, Ciel always felt that there was no direction ahead. At the same time, he was worried that he would rely too much on the old hunter’s teaching and become unable to decide his future life independently.

He looked at the flames, his eyes getting more and more tired, and he turned to see the bottle of potion in his suitcase. It was found from the dead Denver. Denver once boasted that it was a magical potion that could make people see through women’s clothes. He drinks when he sees pretty girls.

Xia Er was not in the mood to fantasize at the moment, so he simply opened the potion and took a sip, hoping to keep his eyes clear and keep a good night watch.

As soon as the liquid entered his throat, he tasted absinthe and daisies soaked in water, stinging his mouth hot.

The witch’s potion is really magical, Ciel sighed, and soon, he felt that his eyes became more sensitive, and the night became clear and bright.

He looked around curiously, and turned around to see that the demon corpse by the fire had turned into Dalton’s corpse, his internal organs were hollowed out, and a black and red fallen blade was inserted into the place that should have been the spine.

Frederick was drowsy, revealing a piece of chain mail through his coat.

There was a black-scaled and long-tailed demon sitting where Valen was supposed to be. Noticing the look in Ciel’s eyes, he turned back and smiled at Ciel. His mouth was full of blood, his blind eyes were empty, and seven or eight irregularities grew on his head. The sharp horns, those horns are very sharp, like the blade of a knife.

Chapter 10 Illusory and Reality

This is a place that is dark, far from the civilized world, and challenges people’s psychological endurance.

Charr knew that illusions were one of the demons’ most powerful abilities.

Etienne gave Ciel a demonology manuscript that analyzed how demonic abilities worked.

Demons can easily see other people’s souls, and souls carry consciousness, thoughts and psychological activities. As long as demons have a little influence on people’s souls, they can change human beings’ cognition of specific things.

Mistaking day for night, misunderstanding justice for evil, and mistaking life for death… The human mind is so small and fragile that in the eyes of the devil, it is full of omissions and can be manipulated at will.

[End of This Chapter]