[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 2]

Ciel instinctively raised his hand to block, the fallen machete collided with the long sword in his hand, making a loud noise, a force knocked Ciel to the ground, and then the sharp blade swirled upwards, adjusting its trajectory, ready to kill Ciel.

He was panting heavily, his hand gripping the sword.

This slash is too heavy for me to hit hard.

Charles thought quickly.

Seeing that the red and black demon blade was about to be cut down again, he stumbled and tried to get up.

“End the spell! Don’t burn your soul dry!” Etienne hurried to Ciel’s side, holding a long sword, and when the fallen machete spun down, Etienne stabbed with precision, and the sword tip struck hit the weapon and change its trajectory.

The Fallen Machete slashed across the grass, before cruising through the air again, looking for the next opportunity to strike.

The Yaffin flame will eventually burn the souls of demon hunters, turning them into puppets without souls and emotions.

Knowing the stakes, Ciel hurriedly calmed the flames in his heart and stood up with his sword.

Etienne warned Ciel that the longer it lasted, the more souls the flames of Yafen would consume. In the end, they would consume the souls of mortals in just a few seconds, and must not be abused.

Ciel lowered his head and noticed that just above the sword was hit by the demon’s blade, there was a shocking crack, the entire metal material was dented, and even the entire sword was deformed.

The weapons we forged are so fragile that they can easily be shattered by the evil minions created by the demons?

Charles couldn’t believe it.

After all, how do human beings fight against such monsters?

Ciel breathed a little while the Fallen Machete launched a second round of attacks.

This cursed weapon is obviously made by the blade demon, and it contains powerful evil power.

The entire blade is slightly curved, with a sharp edge and a ferocious shape, making a slight screeching noise when it moves in the air.

Ciel kept calming his mind, preventing his consciousness from being affected by demons again.

Etienne is battle-hardened, calm, and it doesn’t hurt to look straight at the blade.

Huh – the corrupted machete slashed towards Ciel, and it knew that Ciel was the weaker of the two.

Ciel held the sword to block, but the blade quickly changed direction in the air, beyond Ciel’s expectations, it dived at high speed, humming continuously, and slashed towards his feet.

Done.

Ciel instinctively stepped back, but his speed was much slower, and his feet would be cut off in no time.

He gritted his teeth, desperately swung the sword in his hand, and slashed it diagonally downward, and the weapon collided with it again.

The fallen machete hit the iron sword in his hand, and instantly he felt a monstrous force hit him, hurriedly grabbed the sword with both hands, and the two weapons fought desperately, while Ciel was at an absolute disadvantage.

Gradually, the sword in Ciel’s hand made an unbearably harsh sound and could be broken at any time.

Etienne didn’t immediately step forward to help, but just mumbled.

He aimed at the position where the swords were stalemate, then took out a bundle of rope from his arms and threw it hard.

The rope flew out quickly, tied the long handle of the demon blade, tied it firmly, and continued to spread, intending to bind it completely.

Ciel noticed that the power on his weapon dissipated immediately, and the fallen machete fell softly to the ground, already trapped by the rope.

Charles had always known this rope very well. It was Etienne’s treasure, and it was called the “Magic Rope”.

In fact, each demon hunter secretly masters their own magic props, spells and potions, and they rarely exchange their experiences with each other, so as not to leak their secret knowledge, they can only be passed on from master to apprentice.

“Charle, one day it will be your turn to manipulate this treasure, and see how it works.” Etienne quickly pulled his hand, and the rope wrapped the entire blade and moved in his direction.

In the future, I can also… Ciel looked at this strange magic item, and had some expectations in his heart.

But he also noticed something was wrong. The trajectory of the rope was a little strange. It seemed that the fallen machete was not pulled by the rope, but the blade flew backwards by pulling the rope.

“This knife is still moving!” Ciel couldn’t help shouting.

Etienne frowned, he threw the magic rope away and clenched the long sword again, the rope quickly fell off, and did not really bind the fallen weapon.

The fallen machete successfully escaped the trap and headed towards Etienne at high speed.

The old hunter frowned, focused on observing its trajectory, and then stabbed with a sword.

Ding–

The entire blade was hit, and the angle was offset. Instead of directly piercing Etienne’s heart, it swept across his body with a loud cracking sound.

“Come here and grab it with the magic rope.” Etienne remained motionless, but the leather armor he was wearing had already been cut open, and blood kept flowing out.

Charles gritted his teeth, his back sweating with tension.

He rushed over, picked up the rope at Etienne’s feet, and aimed at the demon blade that was about to move.

“Old man, how much blood do you still have to shed?” The devil whispered slightly, and then the blade spun and fled into the distance.

“You’re injured.” Seeing the fallen machete away, Ciel couldn’t help but look at Etienne’s wound.

It was very serious, the place where it was cut was cut off with flesh and blood, and the armor was soaked in red.

“Catch it!” Etienne cursed, still holding his sword ready for battle. “Leave me alone! Take it!”

Ciel aimed at the far-reaching demon blade, and according to the method taught by the old hunter before, he quickly swung the magic rope and threw it towards the demon blade.

As soon as the rope left his hand, it quickly slid through the air, tightly wrapping the entire blade.

It was trying desperately to break free, and the rope kept moving in Ciel’s hands, and he grabbed the rope and dragged it in his direction.

Sorcery is attached to the rope, so that the magic rope clings to his palm, so that Ciel can hold the rope tightly and not be dragged away.

Once, again, a powerful evil magic was fighting against Ciel.

With his feet on the ground, he kept pulling back, while the blade kept trying to escape.

The magic rope bears two opposing forces, makes a sizzling sound, and is about to break at any time.

That power was… waning, and Ciel felt agitated.

The competition reached a peak, and the fallen machete suddenly exhausted its strength and fell quickly. Xia Er, who was still exerting his strength, stumbled back several steps and stabilized his body.

His arms were sore, he gasped for breath, and slowly pulled the fallen machete back.

“Each demon represents a concept, and those things that are corroded by it will gradually transform into inferior servants similar to them.” Etienne watched the knife constantly being dragged to them, “…created by the bull-headed demon Small beasts with horns, bloody demons crushing human beings into a pool of blood, and blade demons summoning magic weapons to perform the mission of cutting. Living people, animals, bones and metals are all their materials…”

“You were hit.” Ciel was extremely worried.

“…This is my body, of course I know it.” Etienne’s lips were pale, and she wiped away sweat, “I have scars all over my body, and one more is not too many, not to mention that I am old and weak, and I will die at any time. So you have to memorize every word I say, inherit all my knowledge, and you will be responsible for me in the future.”

You will not die.

Ciel wanted to say this, but an ominous premonition lingered in his heart, Etienne was really going to die at any time, and once he died, it would be Ciel’s turn to officially take over the job of hunting demons.

Ciel dragged the rope back to his feet. The machete had lost its evil nature and turned into an ordinary black and red blade. He shuddered when he thought that it might have been transformed from some kind of creature, or even a human being.

“Give me the knife, go and burn that tree.” Etienne pointed to the big tree.

“Burn?” Ciel handed the Demon Blade to Etienne, and the old hunter put it into his belt.

“We won’t be able to reach the camping stone ruins before it gets dark. It’s better to rest here than to hurry in the dark. The burning towering trees will also remind others of our location. I hope they come to us.” Etienne in Sitting down beside the alder tree, he took out bandages, ointment, and a knife, ready to treat the wound.

With fire knives and flints in his pockets, Ciel squatted down beside the roots of the big tree, ready to set fire to it.

Julius, who was hung upside down, was covered in scars and looked around with empty eyes.

“Aren’t we putting Mr. Julius down?”

“Burn him too. Burning to ashes in a place no one knows about is the best way to die for a demon hunter. If we die in the forest, you can burn us too. Other ways… Hey, how can it be better? Either you are finally broken by the demons and become their servants, or you are hanged by ignorant citizens in the city, or you die of insanity… You just used the flame of Yafen very well. Dangerous, if you don’t put it out in time, your soul will be burned.” Etienne slowly took off his robe and untied the buckles of the leather armor on his sides.

Not only Yafen flames, but the spells of demon hunters are basically at the cost of depleting their souls. Once they are used too much, the hunter will lose emotion, memory and self-awareness, and many negative effects will appear, which is unbearable.

Ciel knew that Etienne was deeply troubled by psychosis. The old hunter sometimes woke up in the middle of the night, mistakenly thinking that he was at war with the devil, and his emotions were tense at any time. He could only relieve the pressure by drinking a lot of alcohol and prostitution.

For months, Charles and Etienne visited every bar and brothel along the way and learned many tricks of credit.

“Mr. Julius died terribly…”

“His death meant a lot.”

Significant?

Charles was puzzled.

What’s the point of dying like this, being hanged upside down, and being trapped by the blade demon?

He didn’t even know where and when Julius died, from what serious injuries.

He found a dead branch, hit a flame star with a fire knife, ignited it, and then used the flaming branch to burn the trunk of the tree, the bark lit up a little, and the flame slowly ignited outside the big tree, spreading randomly, forming a half-tree fire Point, these sparks burn and connect to each other, making the bark crackle as it sears.

The flames got brighter and brighter, and before long the hiss of the flames was clearly discernible.

Demon hunters are so hard.

Charles couldn’t help but think.

Survive in the most dangerous places, fight all kinds of strange things, and die without knowing when.

He turned back, Etienne had taken off all the equipment on his upper body, and his skin was full of spells, tattoos and scars. The place where he was cut just now happened to be between the two huge and ugly scars, which was not so conspicuous.

“Learn to deal with trauma.” Etienne has no good skin on her body. “First drink some wine to make your brain dizzy, so it doesn’t hurt. This is also part of the pleasure, don’t restrain yourself. You have to remember in the future. , drink when you see good wine, eat when you see good food, and pester you when you see a beautiful woman, so as not to regret in the future.”

Etienne was addicted to alcohol, and Charles watched him take out a large bottle of spirits from his suitcase and took two or three sips with his neck up.

“Drinked wine… This is water mixed with sea salt, rinse with it.” After drinking, he took out a palm-sized clay bottle and poured it over the wound on his waist, “…Damn it.” Apparently it hurts.

After the wound was washed, the surging blood seemed to decrease.

“…Witch’s ointment, just apply it and wrap it up with a bandage. After that, it’s up to fate.” The old hunter pressed his forehead, “…Most people died of the infection, and those who survived got the Otter Witch. Blessings, and from now on can endure blows more than others, it is hard to die. Come and help.”

Etienne opened a tin can and applied the purple paste inside to the wound, and Charles wrapped a bandage around Etienne’s body.

During the first lap, blood quickly oozes out and dyes the bandage thoroughly. During the second lap, the wound is still conspicuous. After the third lap, only dark red blood spots remain on the bandage and slowly smudge.

Etienne also drank the rest of the bottle and stared at Kazuki.

“I heard, someone is coming here behind us, I can’t handle him in this state, Ciel, go and see if it’s a demon puppet or another hunter. Be careful, if you die, I’m done too. .” Etienne whispered, the alcohol and trauma making him look weaker than ever.

Ciel swallowed nervously and looked at the shadows behind them.

He couldn’t help but take a deep breath to stay calm.

It was already dark, and he saw a blurry shadow approaching them step by step, with a strange posture.

Chapter 3 Warren

Ciel picked up the wooden crossbow, filled the arrows into the grooves, pulled the strings fully, and buckled on the crossbow machine, then boldly walked towards the shadows in the forest.

“Who are you!” He raised his crossbow, aimed at the shadows, and put his hand on the firing pin, ready to shoot.

The crossbow is a weapon invented by the gods to hunt and kill dragons.

The shadow was silent, just stood still, and Ciel saw a figure in a trance, is that another demon hunter?

Preferably other demon hunters.

He heard a whispered mantra.

“Flowing shadows.” The voice was thick and hoarse.

The figure dissipated in front of him, and Ciel turned his back and knew that something was wrong, and soon a big hand grabbed his throat, his fingers were thick, and the whole arm was strong and strong, and with a little force, Ciel felt that he was being squeezed out of breath. .

“Hmm…” Ciel hurriedly threw the crossbow away, pulled out the protective dagger from his belt, and stabbed him behind him, forcing the hand to loosen, and he took a few steps back.

“Warren,” said Etienne, “you were pushed back by the apprentice.”

“Everyone knows that you picked up a country bastard, a shameless little beast, like being bitten by a dog.” Demon Hunter scolded.

Ciel put the dagger back in his belt and picked up the crossbow again.

He recognized the voice, it was a nasty hunter.

The other party was about thirty years old, with a bald forehead, a broad nose, high cheekbones, gray eyes, short red hair stuck to his head, wearing a heavy black fur cloak with chain mail underneath and nothing on his belt. Stuff, gear is very light.

People call him Varun, and his mastery of teleportation spells is enough to earn him a place among the most powerful demon hunters.

From what Ciel heard, Warren was a loner, had a bad reputation, and seemed to have quite a few quirks.

Even more terrifying, I heard that Warren used to be small, fragile, and worthless, but in one operation, he made an agreement with the demon he was hunting, the demon gave him teleportation spells, and he released the demon. A way to live, so to gain great power.

Commonly known as “The Possessor” Varun, a heretic among hunters.

It now appears that the rumors are close to true, that Warren is indeed fierce, evil and aggressive.

Ciel thought of the big hand he had just pinched his throat, full of disgust in his heart, and he couldn’t do it well, and silently returned to the burning alder tree.

“He’s my apprentice, you have to respect him.” Etienne yawned and opened another bottle of wine.

“Etienne, you’re an alcoholic who fucks with prostitutes and forces them to give birth to you. I don’t even respect you, let alone this brat.” Warren strode up to the tree and saw Julis down. Hanging the corpse, “…so Julis died, ha, luckily it was him.”

The flames smashed the rope connecting the dead man’s ankle and the branch, and the ugly corpse fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

What is “fortunately it’s him”, Charles felt very unhappy when he heard such cold-blooded remarks.

Shouldn’t Demon Hunters be respectful and united?

“And Julius’ apprentice, Denver, also unfortunately died. They should have been ambushed by the blade demon.” Etienne took out the inactivated evil knife, “The demon made Julius’ backbone into this thing. .”

“Show me.” Warren held out his hand.

“Keep it well, Ciel.” Etienne ignored Valen and turned to hand the knife to Ciel, “Although the demon hunter is poor, he also has income, and this trophy is our income. It is available in cities and towns. A desperate warrior longing for this sharp weapon. Try to sell it to those who know the details.”

“This is Mr. Julius’s… bone?” Ciel held the sharp blade in both hands. After hearing this description, he stared at the curvature of the blade. The back of the blade had faintly pale lines, which really looked like the spine of a living creature.

“Yeah, but you can’t put it back. Do it yourself.”

“How much can it sell for?” Charles asked.

“An equal amount of gold is enough for you to live without food and clothing for a few years.” Etienne looked at Julis’ horrific remains, “…you burn his bones and gather the ashes, and his soul will thank you. ”

“The premise is that he still has a ‘soul’.” Varun sneered, “After twelve years in the business, how many souls are left to pay for the spell.”

[End of This Chapter]

Hunter’s Blade — Chapter 2

Hunter’s Blade Chapter 2 — Chapter 2

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