Shire a shiver, the knife has been cut.
The greatest power of demons is to influence the mind, and each demon represents a particular concept. If the will is not strong enough, the devil will invade the heart, and eventually become similar to them, become their servants.
In other words, "corruption."
As was happening now, as soon as Char saw the demonic weapon, countless images of the blade flooded into his mind, clouding his thoughts.
The blade -- the killing -- the blood... His eyes turned into a myriad of dazzling edges, real and unreal staggered, eyes bloodshot. Stay in this situation for too long, and Shire could easily degenerate into a demon.
In desperation, he had to utter the demon Hunter's spell aloud: "The Flame of Yafen!"
This is not a fire to attack the enemy, but a searing pain to raise vigilance.
Char felt an unprecedented burst of pain in the depths of his heart, an invisible flame scorching his heart. When necessary, he will also pull the flame of Yafen outside the body.
As the fire burned in his heart, the dappled vision of the blade disappeared, and his thoughts returned to the twilight forest.
Shire instinctively raised his hand to block, the fall of the machete and his long sword collided, issued a harsh noise, a strong force knocked Shire to the ground, and then the blade flew upward, adjusting the trajectory, ready to kill Shire.
He was breathing heavily and clutching his sword.
The blow is too heavy for me to fight. Shire thought quickly.
Seeing the red and black demon blade about to fall again, he stumbled to climb up.
"End the spell! Don't burn your soul dry!" Etienne rushed to Charles's side, sword in hand, and waited until the fall of the machete whirled down, Etienne stabbed precisely, the point of the sword struck the weapon, altering its course.
The depraved machete sliced through the grass and then began to swim through the air, looking for another opportunity to strike.
The Yafen Flame eventually burns the souls of the demon hunters, turning them into soulless and emotionless puppets. Shire know the stakes, hurriedly calm the flame in the heart, stand up with a sword.
Etienne had warned Charles that the longer it lasted, the more souls the Flame of Yafen would consume, eventually depleting mortal souls in a matter of seconds, and must not be abused.
Shire looked down and noticed that the sword had just been hacked by the devil's blade, there had already been a shocking collapse, the whole metal material was concave and cracked, and even the whole sword was deformed.
Are the weapons we forge so fragile that they can be shattered by evil minions created by demons? Char was incredulous.
After all, how are humans supposed to fight this monster? Char takes a breather, and Depraved Machete launches a second attack.
This cursed weapon is apparently the work of the Blade demon and contains powerful evil powers. The whole blade is slightly curved, sharp, ferocious in shape, and makes a slight squeal as it moves through the air.
Shire kept his mind calm, to avoid his consciousness being affected by the devil. Etienne is so battle-hardened that he can look straight at the blade.
Whew - The Depraved machete slashes rapidly towards Shire, knowing that Shire is the weaker of the two. Shire sword block, but the blade in the air quickly change direction, beyond shire expectations, was high-speed diving, buzz constantly, toward his feet to split.
That's it. Char could have backed off, but he was much slower and would have had his feet cut off in an instant.
He clenched his teeth, threw the sword out of his hand and slant it down, the weapon colliding with it again. Depraved machete hit the iron sword in his hands, and instantly he felt a tremendous force hit him, and quickly grasped the sword with both hands, and the two weapons struggled desperately, while the Shire was in an absolute weakness.
Gradually, the sword in Shire's hand made a harsh sound under heavy weight, and could be broken at any moment.
Etienne did not come forward to help at once, but muttered something. He took aim at the point where the swords met, then took a bundle of rope from his arms and swung it vigorously.
The rope flew swiftly out, took hold of the demon blade's long handle, fastened it firmly, spread and spread, intending to bind it completely. Char sensed the power of his weapon dissipated, and the fallen machete hung soft on the ground, already trapped by the rope.
Charles had always known this rope well, it was Etienne's treasure, called the "magic rope."
In fact, each demon hunter secretly mastered their own magic items, spells and potions, and the peers rarely exchanged tips with each other, so as to avoid the disclosure of the knowledge, only the master and apprentice can be passed on.
"Shire, one day it will be your turn to control this treasure. See how it works." Etienne gave his hand a quick pull, and the rope wrapped the whole blade in his direction.
Someday I can... Shire looked at this strange magic props, the heart of some expectations.
But he also noticed that something was wrong, the action track of the rope was somewhat different, it seemed not to be pulled by the rope to pull the fallen machete, but the blade pulled the rope to fly over.
'The knife is still moving! Char could not help crying.
Etienne frowned. He cast off the rope and resumed his grip on the sword, which quickly fell away without really binding the fallen weapon. Depraved Machete managed to escape, heading for Etienne at high speed.
The old hunter frowned, intently observing its movement, and then struck with a sword.
Ding --
The entire blade was struck and angled, not directly through Etienne's heart, but diagrammed across his body with a loud slicing sound.
"Come and catch it with the magic rope." Etienne did not move, but the leather he was wearing had been cut open and blood was pouring out.
Char clenched his teeth, his spine sweating with tension.
He rushed forward, picked up the rope at Etienne's feet, and took aim at the demon blade that was ready to move.
"Old man, how much blood do you have left?" A whisper of the devil sounded, and then the blade whirled away into the distance.
"You're hurt." Seeing the fallen machete away, Charles could not help looking at Etienne's wound.
It was very severe. The flesh was cut off where it was cut, and the armor was soaked in red.
"Catch it! Etienne cursed, still preparing with his sword. "Leave me alone! Get it!"
Shire aimed at the far longitudinal demon blade, in accordance with the method taught by the old hunter before, quickly swung the rope to the demon blade.
As soon as the rope was out of the hand, it swept through the air, gripping the whole blade tightly. It was trying to free itself. The rope was moving in Char's hand. He grabbed it hard and pulled it in his direction. There was magic attached to the rope, so that the magic rope clung to his palm, so that Shire could hold the rope and not be pulled away.
Then, and then again, a powerful evil magic was fighting the Shire.
His feet touched the ground and he kept pulling back, while Blade kept trying to escape. The rope withstands two opposing forces, makes a sizzling sound, and is about to break at any moment.
The force in Weakening, Char felt excited.
The competition reached a pole, the deprave machete suddenly had the power to release, fell quickly, and the Shire still had the power to stagger back several steps and stabilize the body. His arms limp and gasping for air, he slowly pulls back the fallen machete.
"Each demon represents a concept, and what it corrupts gradually morphs into similar inferior minions." Etienne watched as the knife kept being dragged towards them. "... Minotaur demons create small beasts with horns, blood demons grind humans into pools of blood, and blade demons summon demonic sharps to perform their mission of cutting. Living people, animals, bones and metal are their material..."
"You've been cut." Shire was worried.
"... It's my body, of course I know that." Etienne's lips pale, wipe sweat, "I have scars, one more is not enough, and I am old and weak, will die at any time." So you will remember every word I say, inherit all my knowledge, and in the future you will do my duty."
You're not gonna die. Charles would have said so, but a sense of foreboding lingers in his mind that Etienne really will die at any moment, and once he dies, it will be Charles's turn to officially take over the job of hunting the devil.
Char dragged the rope back to his feet, and the machete had lost its evil character and had become an ordinary black and red blade, and he shuddered at the thought that it might be the work of a creature, or even a human being.
"Give me the knife, and you go and burn that tree." Etienne pointed to the big tree.
"Burn it?" Charles handed Etienne the demon blade, and the old hunter slipped it into his belt.
"We won't be able to reach the campstone ruins before dark, so it's better to rest here than to drive in the dark." The burning trees will also remind others of our location and hopefully they will come to us." Etienne sat down by the alder tree, took out bandages, salves, and knives, and prepared to treat the wound.
Shire had a knife and flint in his pocket, and he sat down by the root of a large tree, ready to light the fire. Julius, hung upside down, covered in bruises, looked around with empty eyes.
"Shall we not put Mr. Julius down?"
"Burn him too. Ashes in the middle of nowhere, that's the proper way for a demon hunter to die, and if we die in the woods, you can burn us, too. Other ways to die... Well, how much better could it be? Either the demons have finally broken through their hearts and become their minions, or they are hanged by the ignorant citizens of the city, or they die of psychic disorder... You were very dangerous with the flame of Yafen, and if you do not put it out in time, your soul will be burned." Etienne slowly took off his robe and unbuckled the leather fasteners at his sides.
Not only the Yaffen Flame, but the demon Hunter's spells basically cost the soul, and once used too much, the hunter will lose emotion, memory, and self-awareness, and many negative effects will appear, and it is difficult to bear.
Charles knew that Etienne was deeply troubled by the soul disorder, the old hunter sometimes woke up in the middle of the night, mistakenly thinking that he was at war with the devil, at any time emotional tension, can only rely on a lot of alcohol and prostitution to relieve pressure. For months, Charles and Etienne visited every bar and whorehouse along the way and learned many tricks of the trade.
"Mr. Julius died a terrible death..."
"His death means a lot."
Significant? Shire did not understand his meaning. What's the point of dying like this, hanging upside down, snared by the blade demon? He didn't even know when or where Julius had died, or from what wounds.
He found a dead branch, with a fire knife to play the flame star, it lit, and then use the fire branch to burn the trunk, the bark is a little bright, the flame slowly ignited outside the tree, spread randomly, forming a half tree fire point, these sparks burn each other and connect, so that the bark in the baking crackling sound. The flame grew brighter and brighter, and soon the hiss of the burning flame could be heard clearly.
It's hard work being a demon hunter. Char could not help thinking. Trying to survive in the toughest places, fighting all kinds of weird things, not knowing when to die.
When he turned around, Etienne had stripped off all his gear, and his skin was covered with curses, tattoos, and scars, and the place where he had been cut, right between the two huge, ugly scars, seemed even less remarkable.
"Learn to deal with trauma." Etienne did not have a good skin, "First drink some wine, let your brain dizzy a little, so that it does not hurt too much." That's part of carpe diem. Don't hold back. In the future, remember that when you see good wine, eat good food, and pester beautiful women, you will avoid regret later."
Etienne was a drinker, and Charles watched him take a large bottle of liquor from his bag and tilt his neck back and drink two or three.
"After drinking... This is water mixed with sea salt. Give it a flush." After drinking, he took out a palm-width pottery bottle and poured it onto the wound in the waist, "... Damn thing." Obviously it hurts.
After the wound was washed, the blood seemed to flow less.
"... Witch's salve. Just put it on and wrap it in a bandage. After that, it's a matter of fate." The old hunter pressed his forehead. "... Most died of the infection, but those who survived were blessed by the Otter witch and were more likely than others to endure beatings and die. Come and help."
Etienne opened an iron pot and applied the purple paste inside to the wound, and Charles wrapped the bandage around Etienne's body. In the first circle, the blood quickly poured out, stained the bandage through, in the second circle, the wound was still visible, and by the time the third circle was wrapped, only dark red blood spots were left on the bandage.
Etienne drank the rest of the bottle and stared at a tree with fireworks.
"I hear, behind us, someone is coming here, and I cannot cope with him in this state, Shire, you go and see if it is a demon puppet or some other hunter." Be careful, if you die, I die too." Etienne whispered that the alcohol and the pain had made him look weaker than ever.
Shire swallowed nervously and looked into the shadows behind them.
He couldn't help taking deep breaths to keep calm. It was getting dark, and he saw a faint, dark figure moving toward them in a strange manner.