Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 399

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 399]

Although Wormface had no obvious expression, Sarah could tell that the Sorcerer King tried his best to look as genial as he could.

“We couldn’t stop him, my king.” Erno knelt down, “Charle Grani defeated our golem, killed Samiris, and captured the two witches, Aya and Iris.”

“hiss–”

“how is this possible!”

“That guy!” The wizards in the front row exchanged glances, each with different ideas.

Charles wins!

Sarah was overjoyed.

Ciel is coming to Forestside Castle soon, and this torment is about to end!

Never watch this ugly experiment again!

Beside Sarah, Ashina grabbed Sarah’s arm.

Ashina’s sharp, slender nails dig deep into Sarah’s skin, taking away the smile she’d just made, and she pursed her lips in pain.

“…Is that so?” Urkilic arched up. “He’s come looking for me.”

“It will be very dangerous, my king,” Erno said. “Considering that we still hold important hostages, there is no harm in negotiating this. It is time to have a good talk with Ciel.”

Urkilic’s feathery tentacles twitched slightly.

“But she said it’s better to turn her into a moth rather than use her to deal with the charr. I can’t refuse such a request, I’m merciful and she’s brave. She’s a good sample, just right Now get the experiment. Go, bring her here.”

Chapter 489 The Wizard and the Snake

Upon hearing the news, Sarah broke free from Ashina and rushed outside, retching in the hallway.

Seeing the man’s distorted appearance, she wanted to vomit for a long time. Mouths of nauseating acid water were sprayed on the ground. She leaned against the wall, wiped her saliva, and returned to the atrium with her head lowered.

The wizards stared at her, and Ashina looked particularly embarrassed.

“I should go,” Sarah said. “I’m not feeling well.”

“Go,” said Urkilic, “poor, sick child.”

Sarah stumbled out, down the hallway, back to her room, frantically looking around, glancing over the jumble of ornaments and pictures on the stone wall, crawling onto the bed, leaning back, and looking up at the ceiling.

Change from within.

The flesh melts away, metamorphosing like an insect.

Luana would become like that.

She molted, melted from the inside, spewed silk, wriggled and twitched, weaving a cocoon for herself, a chrysalis for herself.

I can’t let this happen, I should have rescued her from that vat of cocoon fluid.

Sarah’s back arched violently.

She thought of going against the King of Wizards, against the giant moth-headed centipede that was ten meters tall and had twenty hands spread out on both sides of its body.

The Sorcerer King would tear me to shreds and soak me in a glass urn.

The physical stress made her dizzy.

The Sorcerer King has a disproportionate worm head, evenly arranged moth wings, a huge body, and twenty powerful wands.

Why am I going to face it?

I should hide.

Sarah tugged at the deep purple quilt on the bed and hid herself in it, surrounded by pitch blackness that could neither be seen nor heard.

It’s not something I can do, it’s beyond my power, don’t make it hard.

Sarah reminded herself over and over again, no matter how embarrassing the thoughts were.

Charles will come anyway.

Her brain was gooey.

Ciel will win anyway, I’ll just wait here for him.

Luana will die.

Sarah clung to the inside of the quilt with her hands and pressed it against her face, which was stained with her own scent. She missed her grandmother, and the softness of the fabric reminded her of Delich’s arms.

She didn’t know what it all meant, all she knew was that what happened next would be horrific and beyond her control.

Not long after, she heard a knock on the door.

“Are you in there, honey?” Ashina said.

I’m not here.

“You shouldn’t treat our king like that, you’re so rude,” Ashina said.

I do not know what to do.

“I didn’t know you were so uneducated, Delicious didn’t teach you very well, dear, you must pay attention to your behavior, especially in the presence of your elders, so many people, you really I am ashamed.”

I don’t like it here.

“Remember who you are and don’t be stupid.”

I……

“Sarah, I don’t know why you’re not talking, maybe you really need some medicine. I’ll come back later, hopefully then you’ll figure it out. We’re wizards, and wizards are on the wizard’s side.”

After saying that, Ashina’s footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Sarah was crying under the covers.

Tears kept flowing out, and the quilt was wet. She couldn’t help but whimper. She was afraid of being heard, so she had to bite a corner of the quilt.

She felt her tears were hot, running down her cheeks, and the place where they passed was hot and moist, and the bedding quickly became damp and warm. She lifted the quilt, choked silently, and breathed.

Feel the tears slowly drying in the corners of your eyes.

She looked at the stick-shaped wand by the head of the bed, which was left to her by her grandmother, which could communicate lightning quickly.

She was as proficient in lightning as her grandmother was. Sarah saw wind, soul, sea, mountains, and beasts on the bark. She still remembered the day Delicious took her to visit the ancestral tree. She remembered the smoke and dust. , There was a nameless roar in the distance, the surrounding fog was thick, everything was like a dream, only the blood on the bark was howling at her, wanting to let her sight pass through the mundane surface and touch the reality.

Grandma also asked her a question that day.

“What kind of person do you want to be in the future?” Delich asked.

“Become the same as grandma,” she answered tactfully.

At that time, I thought that answering once was enough, but I didn’t expect that I would keep looking for answers in my life.

Sarah closed her eyes.

Want nothing.

She gave up thinking.

Then there was another knock on the door, less forceful, but more urgent than the previous one.

Who else is bothering me?

irritating.

Sarah opened her eyes wearily, but responded this time.

“Who?” she asked.

“We have to talk.” A young girl’s voice came from outside.

“…Grace?” Sarah vaguely heard that she was Luanna’s adopted daughter, approaching adulthood, an ambitious little wizard.

“it’s me.”

“We have nothing to talk about,” Sarah said.

“Mom was taken away by them.” Grace’s voice was crying with panic, “They’re going to kill her.”

“No,” Sarah said. “They’ll turn Luanna into a moth.”

“What’s the difference between that and killing her!”

“It’s not that bad, she’ll live on.”

Sarah herself didn’t know how she could say such shameless words.

“Don’t you and my mother know each other? You should help!”

“You also said that it’s just acquaintance.” What kind of monster should I be.

“I hate you.”

“What right do you have to ask me to do this and that.” Sarah couldn’t help but speak ill.

“No. I thought you could.”

“You—” Sarah was about to say something, but the voice disappeared.

The kid didn’t give me a chance to respond at all.

Sarah stood up and held on to the stone wall.

She goes out.

Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go.

Sarah repeated in her mind.

His legs were shaking, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and he shuddered at the thought of the figure of the wizard king.

Sarah walked to the door at a slow pace, pulled the hinges that fastened the door, then stopped again, walked sluggishly to the bed, took Delich’s Thunder Branch Wand in her arms, and recited the Lightning Stab twice in her heart. , and then walked out step by step, pushed the door open, and returned to the corridor.

Go to the atrium.

This corridor was terrifyingly long, her heart beat faster with each step she took, but halfway through, her footsteps suddenly became unprecedentedly steady, her chest was raised, her breathing was steady, and she no longer held her wand in her arms, but held it in her arms. Right hand, leaning forward.

Gotta try it anyway.

There’s no way out anyway.

At the narrow corner, Sarah heard the wall talking.

“Where is this going?” A slow, sharp voice said, “Sarah Bush Shadow.”

“Who are you.” Sarah frowned, pointing her wand at the wall.

Walls cannot speak, what is this?

Recording technique?

“I vaguely saw that you were killing yourself, so I came to confirm.” The voice sounded soft, making people want to continue listening.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“You’re going to challenge the King of Wizards,” said the voice, “but with your abilities, you can’t do it at all, you’ll just be beaten bloody and your intestines blown out and splashed on the ceiling. No For any benefit, no one will even mourn you.”

Sarah looked startled.

“I don’t need you to teach me,” she said.

“So is it advisable to die in vain and show your stupidity?”

“You’re nauseating.”

“I’m just giving you a plan, I’m just here to help you.” The voice slowed down, “Tell me what you will do, all your sorcery.”

“…Lightning thorns, thunder pillars, thunderstorms, beast words, sea currents, out-of-body souls, and others…at best they can only be used for juggling.”

“speak out.”

“…enrage the beasts, turn the wind into arrows, and crack the earth on the mountain…”

“Enough, young girl, believe me, your potential is much higher than you think.”

“Are these enough?”

“You are a strict girl, you will only say the spells you are most proficient and good at, and you can release them with your eyes closed, when you are out of balance or dizzy. Right.”

“I really know that by heart.”

“And they can be used to kill, to create chaos, to create attraction. You’re also proficient at designing witchcraft puppets, and you’re good at all kinds of potions.”

“you……”

“I know everything, we are underappreciated, so we are observant. We grow from smallness, so we see details.”

[End of This Chapter]