Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 398

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 398]

“He arrests good people to do experiments!”

“This guy is a bastard!” Many people pointed at Samiris.

“You got a lot of accusations, do you have anything to confess?” Charles asked.

“I’m waiting for you in the underworld,” Samiris said. “Don’t think that everything you do will not escape punishment. Someone will punish you for your violence and ignorance.”

“I should say that.” Charles pierced his heart.

“What to do with this thing?” Elijah rode over and pointed to the large iron statue on the ground.

“It has the composition of oregano, find a way to melt it out and make a new weapon.” Ciel saw the blue-gold metal at the end of the giant warhammer, which sometimes reflected other colors under the light, like a touch of blood red, like lead Ash.

“Yes.”

After the encounter was over, Ciel walked to the hillside, leaving the hustle and bustle to the others, and sat alone under a big tree.

breathe.

Take a deep breath.

With his back against the bark, he pressed his hands to his face.

disturbed.

He felt a deep, intense unease.

Not only this sense of insecurity, but also intense sadness.

Charles looked up at the pale gray sky.

Luana, are we looking at the same sky?

Or, you have lost the ability to see the sky…

From the battle to the present, he is only one step away from the King of Wizards, that is to say, go to Forest Edge to face him.

I really want to have a good talk with the wizard king and ask him what it would cost him to give you back to me.

but.

I can’t put personal feelings above the misery of the land.

Because people are counting on me, because I am not alone in this pain, there are many more, hundreds of thousands, millions of people who are going through unspeakable disasters.

The Wizard King hasn’t made those unreasonable demands yet, but it’s useless to make them.

If he puts you on the table to make a deal with me, threatens me with your safety, demands peace, demands a truce, demands the cession of land, I can’t agree.

If he does, I can only… make you… sacrifice.

How am I.

Selfish.

Charles felt extremely guilty.

He wanted to stand up and go straight to Limbenberg to confront the Wizard King, and defeat him no matter what it was or how strong it was.

But even this can’t guarantee Luanna’s safety. If he burns all the jade and stone, everything is destroyed, I should…

At the moment of gloom, Ciel heard a sound of digging.

Something was crawling under the hillside he was sitting on.

Ciel stood up and quickly saw the source of the sound.

Fowler burrowed through the turf, poked out the head of his white scales, and hissed at Ciel.

“You… shouldn’t be exposed here,” Ciel said. “There are many people and gods here.”

“I smell troubled people,” Fowler spat out. “You need someone to help you rescue your loved ones from the pain of being restrained. And snakes can do that, Serpentborn. Willing to help you. You have more important things to worry about, and the Snakeborn will help you.”

“…” Ciel pondered, “How could a snake do this for no reason.”

“It’s the return of the snake,” Fowler said.

“Thank you? I don’t understand.”

“Snakeborn and you have a common interest.”

“Many people made me watch out for snakes.”

“You don’t have to worry about the future, just wait for the gift,” Fowler said. “You don’t have to worry about the consequences. The sun shouldn’t rise.”

Chapter 488 Mothman

In the atrium of Limbenburg everything was warm, and the earth was covered with brilliant colors, like roses and like gold.

The dark red sun hung in the air, radiating heat continuously, and thousands of human-faced moths lay on the stone beams, stretching out their slender necks to watch the bloody sun.

The sun is looming, making people wonder.

Urkilic sat cross-legged on the ground, erecting his body from the sixth stanza upwards.

The wizards stood in the Golden Domain, close to each other.

Sarah was among them, with Ashina holding her hand, and the old woman looked calm.

“It’s almost finished.” Ashina looked at the several test objects standing on the left hand of the King of Wizards. They were all tied in a certain position, placed in a transparent glass urn, and their bodies were twisted into a circle. The head is bent down, the arms are crossed in front of the chest, in a prayer shape, unable to move, looking scared.

In front of Urkilic was a huge boiler filled with dark red potions. He added bottles of variegated essences into it, trying to find the most suitable raw materials to prepare the cocoon liquid with the best performance.

“This is a 25-year-old Loman male, 1.77 meters tall and 119 pounds, with missing teeth, mild malnutrition, edema of lower extremities, and panic.” To his first test subject, he lifted the giant pot with his pale, thin arms and poured the cocoon fluid down his head.

The man was thrown on the head, and immediately began to struggle, but could not make a sound.

The red cocoon quickly rose up from under his feet, and through the glass, Sarah could clearly see how the cocoon wrapped around his body. The man twisted desperately, trying to breathe, and soon the potion dipped over his head and wrapped him around him. soak in it.

He was suffocating in the liquid, struggling, and seeing him in pain, Sarah could imagine the torment he was going through, and she could feel almost the same amount of pain herself.

Gradually, the man’s struggle stopped.

The cocoon fluid was pervasive and began to seep into the man’s body. The liquid level dropped rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, sticking tightly to him like a red film, and his body quickly swallowed the cocoon fluid.

In the end, the cocoon fluid in the glass urn sank into his body, and not a drop remained.

Immediately afterwards, he began to twitch, and its strength was so great that it completely broke free of the rope that had bound him before. He desperately hit the inner wall of the glass urn, his eyes widened, bloodshot in his eyes, and a meaningless hoarseness. shouting.

He howled, howled loudly, opened his mouth as wide as he could, his voice became more and more distorted, and at the same time he kept scratching the surface of his body, as if he hated the skin.

Immediately, a large strand of golden silk was sprayed from his wide-open mouth and suddenly sprayed on the glass wall.

Sarah shivered, and Ashina held her down.

The long line connected in the middle is constantly dangling and shaking, which is extremely flexible.

The man spit out silk with all his might, his body kept twisting, the silk spit everywhere, and gradually wrapped around him. He spewed out to every corner of the glass urn. Cocooning, forcing the limbs to shrink inwards, making it more and more difficult to move.

His hands were close to the sides of his body, and his legs were tightly closed, only the golden sticky threads kept spitting out of his mouth.

The threads became stickier and thicker, completely blocking his body, and the cocoon slowly formed.

Through the glass urn and the golden cocoon, Sarah could still see the man twitching and twitching inside the cocoon. Through these barriers, she could vaguely see a slender black shadow, writhing inside, and gradually, even the movement stopped. The structure inside has also changed.

The man’s body was extremely curled up, and the sturdy golden chrysalis was taking shape.

The whole process only lasted about ten minutes, and before the wizards lost patience, changes continued to occur in the glass urn.

They heard the sound of a chick cracking like an egg, the chrysalis cracking from the top, a hand sticking out from inside, or rather, what used to be a hand, and Sarah stared at the long black limbs gripping the chrysalis shell, Break it open.

The chrysalis is now more like a mold, unable to stop the shape inside from appearing.

She saw again the huge, soft shadows emerging from behind the man and arching outwards, those were its wings.

With its movements, the entire cocoon was continuously torn, and a pair of long golden tentacles protruded from it, followed by the man’s face.

It was no longer a human face, the two eyes had completely disappeared, the original parts were now two deep hollows with black holes, and so was the mouth, only a round black collapsed, bottomless, teeth, eyeballs and The nose has disappeared without a trace, the face is bare, covered with dense micro-pits, like a pockmarked face, the skin is light golden, and there are hairs in some parts of the body.

It made an inhuman movement, and its arms continued to stretch out, grabbed the sides of the glass urn, and lifted its body out, the huge black moth wings on its back were squeezed out of shape by the narrow cracks.

And when it crawled out of the urn completely, free from the bondage of its wings, it stretched its enormous moth wings at once—

The dark black moth wings spread out to the sides, soft, slender, delicate, beautiful like a work of art, slightly wrinkled, looking as lovely as the ripples on the surface of the water, with patterns like the face of an old woman, almost in the Smile.

I heard that the pattern of the moth’s wings will show what the moth cares about most.

It squatted on the top of the glass urn, first tried to move its wings, then beat it hard, and then learned to fly without a teacher, slowly flew away from the glass urn, and flew towards the hot blood sun in the sky, its movements were graceful, The trajectory is smooth, as if he was proficient at dancing in the air from birth.

“Ah…”

“Moth…”

Urkilic called out to the man, and it didn’t respond, just flying empty toward the Blood Sun.

When he called out the other party’s name, the moth came back to his senses, turned to Urkilic, flapped his wings, and landed on the top of one of his arms, treating Urkilic as a big tree with many branches, closed his wings, Rest your slender arms by your sides.

“It’s progress,” Urkilic said. “He retains basic consciousness and is able to respond to verbal stimuli.”

“Great.”

“That’s how it should be,” said the wizards again and again.

“Fall down,” Urkilic ordered, and the moth spread its wings and slid toward the ground.

Afterwards, Urkilic’s ninth right hand was raised, and he shook the red wand in his hand. The moth immediately shrieked harshly, and his body began to burn from the inside.

Sarah knew that this was a boiling wand, which could ignite a person from within, causing the other person’s body fluids to heat up quickly to the point of boiling.

Sarah smelled a violent stench, and the burning of the moth blood made it instantly die and fell to the ground.

The moth should have died at this point, but its body secreted new golden filaments at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its skin quickly peeled off, dispersing like dust, forming golden silk flakes, tightly wrapping his body.

In such a situation, the moth suddenly twitched, and the body curled up on its own. Like a baby, it put its hands in its arms and bent its body. Its movements were very stiff and not flexible at all, as if the body used its own instinct, not by itself. Moth wishes.

Slowly, the moth began to spin silk and form a cocoon again. Sarah saw the twisting black shadow inside the golden cocoon. It spined silk again, struggled desperately again, broke out of the cocoon again, and its long black arm would wrap it. His own cocoon tore open, and the intact moth crawled out of it, leaving only a faded dark golden cocoon on the ground.

rebirth.

The moth stood up and stood still, very docile and respectful, and soon turned to the blood-red sun, folded his hands together, and began to worship.

“We have conquered death.” The pincer jaws on both sides of the mouthparts twitched as Urkilic spoke, “We have overcome the greatest obstacle that the dragon of creation has set for us.”

“Ah…”

“I see.”

“gorgeous……”

“The moths are our allies, sharing goodwill, and worshipping the sun,” said Urkilic. “It’s not perfect, but it’s already taking shape, and I really want you to join it.”

“That’s amazing,” echoed the wizards, but Sarah knew that none of them wanted to soak up the cocoon.

“Go ahead, keep working,” Urkilic took out the new potion essence, poured it into the cauldron, picked up the cocoon juice, and prepared to sprinkle it on the next test subject, “I want to find a potion that can The recipe for wisdom and memory, it’s so close to me that I’m so close to the perfect mothman, oh, be as industrious as the sun, with eternal vigor.”

“We should.”

“The great wizard king!”

They were touting, and Erno walked into the atrium with an uneasy face.

Urkilic put down the cauldron in his hand.

“What happened?” he asked.

[End of This Chapter]