Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 416

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 416]

In the face of the sudden knife shadow, there was a commotion among the attackers. Some people were directly stabbed by the phantom red knife and died violently on the spot, screaming and screaming before dying.

Anticipating a counterattack from Ciel, they did not retreat, but began to organize an attack.

Ciel saw a huge shadow in the water, and he quickly approached him. As he approached the waterfront, Ciel vaguely discerned a terrifying spirit. It was human-shaped, covered in green, wrapped in dense branches and moss, and its body was at least ten. Meters long, huge physique, looks very scary.

“Swamp giants! ‘Moss Calamity’, long and terrifying!” Orifama shouted.

“Giant…” Charles frowned.

boom!

The sound of breaking water was deafening, the swamp giant stood up, and the water fell from its body. Its facial features were also covered by plants, and it could vaguely distinguish the dark and deep eye sockets and the long bloody mouth.

“It’s true! It’s true!” the Orifama requisition had.

“Is this guy intelligent?” Charles said.

“It will smash you into the ground with one punch, Ciel Grani, you are finished.” A woman’s voice came from afar. Ciel looked closely and saw a man with long black hair, dark skin, and a resentful expression. The witch, wearing the blue robe of the Dragon School, stood on top of a huge toad that looked very angry and was no smaller than the swamp giant.

“It’s very lively.” Xia Er looked around, at least six or seven wooden boats were approaching here, and they were full of wizards, each with the emblem of the Dragon School, obviously the remnants of the Dragon School, who came to hunt Xia Er’s.

“Get rid of you in one go.” The witch pointed to Ciel.

“Ow!” The swamp giant waved his wet fist and slammed towards Ciel.

Ciel turned slightly sideways, took two steps back, and easily avoided the heavy blow. His fist smashed on the mud bank, leaving broken marks and splashing mud.

“The ‘Moss Calamity’ is a legendary creature! Many warriors and wizards have been eaten by it!” cried Orifama. “Be careful! Let’s run! Go straight to An’arthas!”

“No,” Charles said.

“First you, then you traitorous traitor, pigs and dogs are better!” the witch shouted sharply, “I want to avenge the Chuwei family!”

Ciel pulled out Sindariel completely, and the red knife came out of its scabbard with a clanging sound.

With a thunderous sound, the knife light scattered and shot towards them all.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Orifama saw the strong light on the Ciel’s red knife.

Moments later, the world is drawn into endless hustle and bustle.

Orifama heard countless screams, screams and screams of pain resounding all around, it was like entering a slaughterhouse by mistake.

He put his hands down and rubbed his eyes, only to see that everything around him was collapsing. The flowers, trees, trees, vines, and stubborn stones all turned into dust and sank into the water, making a clattering noise, and countless wizards died on the spot, their bodies slid into the water.

The swamp giant also knelt down in the deep water, covered with seven or eight wounds, shouted in pain, crouched in the water, raised his hands high, begging for mercy, and his ugly face showed a look of pleading for mercy.

The witch and the giant toad beast under her were in even more bleak situation. They were fatally wounded. Blood gushed from the open wound. They struggled and fluttered in the water. It floated up, swayed with the ripples, dyed a pool of white flowers, and there were only a handful of survivors, and their souls were scattered.

Charles put the knife in the sheath.

Chapter 510 Ancestral Trees

The last of the wizards gathered under the An’athrath ancestral tree, waiting in silence for the charr to decide their future.

For the first time in history, a demon hunter from Loman will visit the ancestral tree, and they attach great importance to this incident.

Sara, wearing a heavy and wide robe and a wooden mask of the Cong Ying family, stood on the corner of the sandbar, watching Ciel rowing across the lake, approaching Anathas.

The mist shrouded the entire huge ancient tree. The wizards believed that the spirit of the ancestor wizard lived in this tree. He left 300 witch characters on the bark for future generations to refer to.

The entire tree has a diameter of tens of meters, and its height is even more towering. The branches are intertwined and the leaves are lush. When Sarah stands under the tree, it seems that An Assas has blocked the whole world, no matter how strong the wind and rain are. It is impossible to pass through its green barrier, and this is the holy place of wizards.

There are great schools, countless families, and hundreds of branches in the swamp, but no wizard dares to make trouble in front of An’Arthas. The ancestral tree is everything to them.

They looked at the lake and looked at the ancestral tree from time to time. There was blood-red writing on the bark, the size was huge, and it stayed on the tree like a knife and axe.

People were worried when Ciel threatened to enter the swamp and burn the ancestral tree.

Although it might have been a tactic to lure Yulkelic, they were still nervous about what happened next, thinking that he had actually said something like that.

Maybe all the previous goodwill measures were just pretense, and his real purpose was to burn down the entire magnificent ancestral tree?

There are not a few people who have this idea.

Perhaps without even realizing it, they clenched their wands, knuckles clasping the twigs of the wands, almost turning white.

“Everything will pass,” Sarah said.

“Our independent history will cease to exist, is that what you mean?” said the wizard next to her.

“In that future, we’ll all survive well,” Sarah said. “Do you want the swamp to stay like this forever, so you’re happy? Living on the edge of deep water, sleeping with monsters , is regarded as a monster and a heresy by outsiders, and can never raise his head, is that what you mean?”

“What will Hitania give us?”

“Shelter, opportunity, dignity, what we’ve longed for so far, will be there in the future, and more abundantly than ever,” Sarah said.

“Why do you guarantee it?”

“Because it’s that guy’s promise, look, he’s here.” Sarah pointed to the water boat.

Orifama rowed and carried the charr to An’arthas.

“What a big tree.” Ciel looked up at the incomparably magnificent giant tree. He had never seen such a huge plant, even the ancient elf tree he had seen in the Redwood Mountain was not so wide. It was like a castle of hardwood, with thick branches as its towers.

“Yeah, can you see your own shaman script on the tree? Generally, children see the most, but adults occasionally have the opportunity to see some.” Orifama eagerly say.

The Ciel went to the shore, greeted the wizards, and walked around An’arthas.

The wizards were wary, their eyes fixed on him, wondering if he might do something wrong, while Ciel just walked, calmly observing the words that seemed to be written in blood.

And then he… really saw it.

In those intricate symbols and recordings, he did see a small piece of text shining brightly, those characters calling him, begging him to approach, all of them belonged to him, the content he really understood.

Ciel walked to the side of the tree and carefully observed these vast and star-like words. The contiguous fields were no longer indescribable ghosts in front of Ciel’s eyes, but the exact truth, the physical laws and the only truth leading to this world.

Then he saw an even more illusory scene. He saw the whole world crack open before him, from which an endless sea of fire spewed out, one after another, angry or vicious demon faces emerged one after another, roaring at him harshly, Heart-piercing roar.

From the scene of hundreds of ghosts running around, Xia Er clearly saw a small figure, surrounded by more real and mysterious symbols, hidden in the corner of the screen.

That figure, looks like… himself.

Charles Grani, with his cloak turned his back, pointed a sharp blade at the gates of hell.

The image in the painting and the symbols around it were poured into Ciel’s heart one after another, and he will never forget it ever since.

Those were not true interpretations of the shaman script, but records of himself.

An Assas knows me.

Ciel regained his composure, the horrific pictures were swept away from his mind again, and he gradually regained consciousness, and the wizards were staring at him.

“What did you see?” Sarah asked. “What did Anathas give you?”

“No, I only see myself,” Ciel murmured. “I should have seen some shaman script, but in the end I only saw me and those… monsters, who are breaking into this world.”

“You should drink this,” Sarah turned, bringing Ciel a bowl of green soup.

“What the hell.” Charles consciously avoided.

“This is a psychic potion,” Sarah said. “After drinking it, it can resonate with the ancestor tree. If the ancestor tree admits you, you will establish a connection with the ancestor tree.”

“I have a special constitution, will it work?” Ciel asked.

“This is the secret medicine of the otter school. It is made from the sap of An’arthas. It will work on anyone. Ciel, if you want to gain the trust of the Great Swamp, you must taste it.” Sarah said.

“Okay.” Ciel took the wooden bowl of green soup, which smelled like some kind of mushroom juice.

He drank it all.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Sarah’s movements had stagnated.

“Sarah?” Ciel was stunned for a moment, her expression and movements were suddenly completely still, he looked around, and found that everyone and everything had frozen.

Tianwai stretched out a big hand, pressed it into the sky, and crossed the infinite distance between heaven and earth in an instant, taking Ciel out of the world.

He was in a trance, surrounded by even greater power from Liaoyuan. When he regained consciousness, he found that the world suddenly became extremely hot and bright.

Two suns hung in the sky, one pure gold and the other pure white, and the earth was illuminated with unprecedented brightness, and the air was hot and dry.

Everything around looked the same as before, only more humid and hot, so hot that one wanted to strip naked.

Ciel turned his head to confirm the condition of An Assas, and found that the trees were much younger, not as thick and huge as they had seen before, and there were no words left on them.

The urchins in animal skins play and play around, with toys made of bones in their hands, men and women gather food around the big tree, set up tents, set up stone pots, they don’t know anything about the world farther away, and they dare not explore at all. , Because it is covered by the humid and hot rainforest, the one-meter-long carnivorous dragonflies are flying in the sky and are very aggressive towards them.

Charles saw a child and a half grown under the tree suddenly, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a tired face, messy black hair, a round face, some freckles on his face, uneven teeth, and was wearing an old sackcloth clothes.

Charles was sure he wasn’t there before.

“Hello.” The boy spoke first.

“Did you bring me here?” Ciel felt hot and sweaty, “This is the ancient times.”

“Yeah,” he said.

Then the surrounding scene changed rapidly again. The trees collapsed and disappeared before Shire’s eyes, the clouds faded, replaced by a series of torrential rains that washed the earth over and over again. Shire found that time was moving in the opposite direction. The more rain fell, the more barren the whole world became. , in the end it became barren, only bare rocks and dry deserts covered the earth, and he also saw the sea, the vast sea rushing in from all directions, submerging most of the land.

Charles looked out to sea.

A dragon stood up from that direction. Its scales were gray, and its head had four huge horns. Compared to it, other dragons are as small as babies, and the body length of Yalong is not as long as its fingers.

The dragon stood just like that on the dry rocky shore, staring at the gray-white water, the sea was surging with bubbles, and it seemed that some unpredictable chemical reaction was going on all the time.

For some reason, Ciel felt that the ancient dragon was very lonely.

“This is…” Charles breathed, and found that the air had become salty and smelled very unpleasant, almost unsuitable for him to live here.

The child also silently looked at the dragon.

Then everything began to change again, the whole world trembled, the dragon fluttered and wanted to fly, but its body regressed helplessly, curled up on the ground, its wings disappeared, its horns faded, no claws and no beards, and it turned into an ugly snake on the ground. , and then even the shadow of the snake gradually dissipated, shrinking and shrinking.

“Big enough?” the boy asked.

“It’s beautiful, it’s… mysterious.” Ciel whispered, these insights were unprecedented, and he needed to digest them carefully.

And then the world he was in also vanished abruptly, baked in the furnace, glowing in jets of energy, returning to the beginning of time, leaving only an insignificant particle of dust.

Now Charles can see the whole “outside”, in the boundless darkness, innumerable spots of light are distributed in the empty background, shining bright at the end of time and space, and those rays of light can only travel through trillions of years. It was seen by him, and its starting point has been turned upside down at this moment, which is completely different from what he saw at this time.

This dust traveled upstream, and as time went in reverse order, it came to an even larger planet, and fell into the deep valley like the throat of the world.

This larger world is now under a terrible attack.

Ciel saw that above the sky, the super-giant demon god with a body like a star has arrived. Its body is boundless. Compared with its size, many planets are eclipsed. Time goes backwards. Recovering from the depths, the collapsed mechanical structure is slowly recovering, and the scattered fragments and debris are also returning to the world itself.

“Our world…is it from another world? And a world destroyed by demons.” Ciel took a deep breath.

“I can only see the story so far,” the boy said. “In every sense, this is the beginning of our world.”

“It turned out to be like this. The demon smashed this world, and our world was separated from this ruin, floated to where we are now, and then formed a new world, dragons, snakes… two suns… …a sun, in this world…you are An’arthas, the ancestral sorcerer?”

“I’m An Arthas. Why did you come to visit me?” An Arthas sat cross-legged on the ground and looked up at the vast and vast demon god outside the atmosphere. Time went in reverse, originally a punch Destroying the world, but at this time, the fist is pulled up, and the punch is smashed through the atmosphere, causing strong friction and burning, like a flame meteor that ascends in reverse.

“I want your approval,” said Ciel, “to gain more power to protect our world from being destroyed by demons like its predecessor.”

“As long as you answer me a question, I’m willing to help you,” An’Assas said.

[End of This Chapter]