Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 404

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 404]

Nothing but hatred.

Nope, got huge swarms of moths too.

There is also the moth-shaped Urkilic, who is much more beautiful than the fleshly deformities before him.

Ahhh…

correct……

The moth ideal is to be as hot and bright as the sun forever.

What would it be like to become a moth?

Always love the sun.

Always love dragons.

damn—

Karsten shuddered.

We… are chasing slavery…

Carsten got up quickly, his original intention was to remind Ciel not to let hatred expand, and now he realized that he must remind his poor nephew and grandson to never trust dragons and anything they give.

Immortality is just a pretense, all they need is slaves and the sun.

Soon, the guards paced back.

“Bang.” The pen and paper slipped out of his sleeve, “You write quickly.”

Carsten dragged a quill and a roll of parchment from the ground, knelt on the ground, and wrote quickly with his head down.

– “Sincerely, Charles Grani of Lorman.

It is necessary to suspend the swordsmanship, and quote this letter to the so-called ‘King of Wizards’, in case you and him are trapped in hatred and perpetually doomed.

This move has a lot to do with it. Remember to remember that the old hatred will be compensated in the future.

Continued:

dear nephew,

Eyebrows never—”

As I write this, Karsten finds his hands froze, unable to move no matter what.

He trembled, looked up, and found that the guard’s face had completely changed.

Turned into a man, about 30 or 40 years old, full of snow-white long hair, no other hair on the head except the hair, smooth and white, with invisible scales, his appearance is neutral, it is difficult to distinguish between men and women, and the blue eyes are dark gold Long and narrow pupils.

He undid the guard’s leather armor and threw it on the ground, revealing his original white robe. Under his robe, Karsten saw a pair of feet with claws and a long white tail.

“No… a person without eyebrows…” Carsten’s voice trembled.

Before Karsten can speak, the other party speaks.

“Let’s play chess,” he said.

The next second, he passed through the wall and appeared inside the cell. With a wave of his hand, Karsten found that all the shackles on his hands and feet were removed and there was nothing left.

A chess table suddenly appeared between them, a pair of chairs, and several chess sets appeared on the table.

“What kind of chess do you like to play?” he asked.

Carsten glanced at it, Luoman military chess, play chess, imperial chess, oriental chess… These are all chess types he knows. People without eyebrows do not make things difficult for others, but only create chess that the other party understands.

What worries Karsten the most is that his chess skills are mediocre, almost like a layman.

“Imperial chess.” Carsten said bravely. He had a very limited impression of this complex chess game. When he was a teenager, he worked as a tutor in the Empire’s study tour and played a few games with the host’s men and women, and that was all.

“Please,” he said, “every ten steps you take, I’ll answer a question for you, and maybe do a thing for you, depending on my mood and how important it is.

“Yes.” What options does Carsten have?

These exquisite chess pieces are all carved from ivory and are exquisite, but in Karsten’s eyes, each is like a torture tool, like a sharp knife, ready to take his life at any time.

He bit the bullet and started playing chess.

Ten steps!

Anyway, you only need to survive ten steps.

The big deal is to let the king move left and right, dodge repeatedly, and dodge ten steps, and then you can ask questions or requests to the browless person.

Instinctively, Carsten moved the soldier on the far right forward, tentatively attacking.

The other party mobilized the soldiers in the center and also attacked forward.

I should train in chess.

Carsten frowned.

Move the soldiers in opposite positions forward as well, and the two sides touch each other.

Immediately afterwards, the opponent quickly launched a series of attacks, with rapid chess moves, the chariots, knights, queens and imperial guards attacked from left and right, rushing into Carsten’s chess pieces to start massacres.

He was pushed to the point of having the king move around in the sixth step to avoid checkmate.

In the eighth step, the knights and chariots of the Browless Man take the upper hand, locking the king of Carsten.

“General,” said the browless man.

At the moment of checkmate, the chess table and chairs disappeared.

The other party stood up slowly, and Carsten sat up empty, fell backwards to the ground, and looked up at the unprecedentedly tall man without eyebrows.

He was stunned.

Is it an illusion?

Carsten felt that the other person’s real body could touch the sky, as if standing shoulder to shoulder with the endless mountains.

The eyebrowless man reached out and stroked Carsten’s forehead, just smiling.

Carsten burst into tears.

The world belongs to them.

“Yes, my lord,” he said, “we shouldn’t be out of line, we’re living on the best path, and that’s how we should be, and what a great honor it is to serve you.”

“That’s right,” the other party picked up the parchment, “but you clearly wrote down the ‘contempt’ for me, and look how annoyed that is to me.”

“I should be punished.”

The other party nodded, and the parchment suddenly disappeared.

“That’s right.”

Carsten doesn’t want to see Ciel anymore, he has more important things to do.

the next day.

The great wizard Carsten Chuwei was found to have committed suicide in prison.

Another undecipherable corpse appeared next to him, in an explosion-like shape, and the walls were covered with blood, as if a creature of different size had been loaded into it, and it was burst alive from the inside out. It might be the guard guarding him. , because he also disappeared with him.

This anecdote was reported layer by layer.

Kaelin of Vycuve came on horseback, recorded the scene, wrote the unusual news into a book, and prepared to hand it over to the Ciel.

His movement was stopped by Dorothy.

“It’s too early for him.” Dorothy’s tone was heavy, and he sighed deeply, “For the sake of me being the God of Loman, priest, give it up. Go and block the news and don’t let anyone know.”

Chapter 495 The Proof of Divinity

The Charles marched with his army towards the Great Swamp.

The Riverside Fort separates the Big Swamp and the Forestside Fort. It is small in scale and lies on the south bank of the river. On the top is the dragon flag of the Dragon School. Some wizards stand on the top of the city, standing side by side with a small number of soldiers, guarding day and night.

Beyond the riverbank, the charr can drive straight into the depths of the swamp and deliver a fatal blow to the wizard’s homeland.

Charles did not rush to attack, he left the barracks and stood in the open field in the woods.

Self-reflection must be done every day.

Is it strong enough?

Can a full-strength attack destroy a city?

Can a normal attack cause huge damage to the entire army?

Is the movement speed fast enough to make timely responses in critical moments?

Training is the most desirable method, and Ciel continued to refine the sword techniques he had studied before, but not with the speed and strength of mortals, but at the level of demigods.

The same skill has completely different effects in the hands of a demigod.

With the strength I currently have, every technology can be redeveloped and raised to a very high level.

Charles thought to himself.

He pulled Sindariel out, clasped it in his hand, leaned forward, burst out with all his strength, the ground suddenly made a screeching sound, he moved a dozen steps with one breath, crossed a distance of nearly 100 meters, and left a long trace on the ground behind him. In an instant, the distance can be shortened, the red knife in his hand slashes, the air buzzes and explodes, the divine power is agitated, and there is a tendency to burst.

Ciel then slashed forward again, the knife crossed halfway, changed direction, and slashed towards the imaginary target from another angle. The speed was so fast that it left an afterimage in the air, and it was completely impossible to judge the weapon attack from the trajectory of the blade. trajectory.

With experience, physical fitness and tactics, Ciel integrated these powers together, his slashing speed became faster, his strength became stronger, and his skills became more and more sophisticated.

Immediately afterwards, the power of his red knife gradually opened up. With every swing of the knife, a blood-red knife shadow split and flew out in all directions, cutting the surrounding trees into pieces, and collapsed with a huge roar, all the branches were covered with Cut into two pieces.

The longer he practiced swordsmanship, the more clearly he could get in touch with Tz’s deep experience.

In Z’s attitude, the technique of using weapons will eventually become the tempering of the heart.

With the development of society, cold weapons will gradually withdraw from the stage of history. Practice its skills, not for murder, but for physical fitness. In the day-to-day training, people can develop to surpass themselves and overcome themselves. habit.

It is not so much the technique of sharpening the knife as it is to make one’s mind stronger.

Give it a good reflection.

Am I… strong enough?

Far from enough.

Not only can he not protect his loved ones, but he can’t face the final disaster alone. To drive the demon invasion back, he must obtain the power of two parts.

The first is the new divinity.

The second is the large number of wands in the hands of the wizard king.

Those wands seemed to be comparable to artifacts, perfect for fighting demons.

Especially the Tianpo Magic Wand, which is said to be able to stop time, even high-ranking demon gods can’t face the huge disadvantage brought about by the stoppage of time.

If you can control such a wand, it is equivalent to adding another powerful means to defeat the enemy.

In any case, the battle is imminent, and a new divinity must be found before defeating the wizard king.

Ciel lifted Sindariel, and the clear sky was reflected on the blade.

He closed his eyes and looked at his soul, and took out the fragments of divinity from there to strengthen himself, hoping to find a divinity that was in line with his strength, mentality, and positioning, while at the same time making up for his shortcomings in strength.

The bright golden “Savior” divinity, a large piece of debris, Ciel pulled it out of the scattered debris pile and incorporated it into his own soul. He instantly felt an unparalleled sense of sublime, radiating from the inside out, and his whole body. Revealing a faint light, it makes people look at the heart and worship.

I came to this world to save them and everyone. I want to restore peace and normality to this broken world. I want to redeem all those who are willing to follow me. I am the light of this world.

Ciel took a deep breath, he longed to become a “savior”, which was the highest growth divinity. A qualified savior could use his power to expel all potential threats to the world.

[End of This Chapter]