"Luckily, I'm not very hungry." After the Blade demon recovered his body, his voice sounded like firewood burning in a towering fire, hoarse and shriveled, "You can die after answering some of my questions."
Shire tried to avert his eyes, and if he stared at the blade demon too carefully for too long, he would still fall into illusion. The devil's form was black and charred, like a nightmare come true, and Shire was covered in sweat and his legs were heavy.
"What do people like you hunt demons for?" "It's hard work," the blade demon asked. "It won't make you any money or any respect. You just spend your days searching for me and my kind, killing or being killed."
"I don't know."
"That such a confused person like you is really innocent, ah, I kind of want to let you go, after all, you and those who are determined to kill me are still very different." Every word the Blade Demon says sounds like a mortal test.
"..." Char is nervous.
Surrender is despicable, flight is shameful, but life is important.
"Tell you what, I'll spare your life if you promise never to be a demon hunter again, never to give up your duty to hunt demons." It's a good deal." The blade demons made a sharp noise, like their way of mocking.
Shire was silent in reply.
'Why don't you speak?
"I'm not qualified to talk to you right now." 'said Shire.
"' Qualification '? ..."
"If I'm strong... I can fight you, I can win a fight with you... Everything will be different." Shire clenched his fist.
"Are you confused by your own powerlessness?"
Shire fixed himself to the ground with the muscles of his legs, and endured the desire to escape. I'm dying, I'm dying --
"Ah, you acted well, like a reliable follower. You have successfully bought yourself a lifeline. Come and collect your reward! I will take you as my servant." Blade Demon tongue-in-cheek.
'No! Shire cried, "I am a demon hunter, and when I have the power I will destroy you, and all that is like you, and drive you from this world! Back to you --"
The blade demon let out a silent scream, powerful force rolled over the Shire's body.
The force - too strong, it constantly presses the Shire, but the emerald necklace around the Shire's neck emits a fluorescent, magical power to protect the Shire against the threat of demonic energy.
Julius' necklace... Charles sighed in his heart, senior, your relics protect me, but I fear I must die.
The blade demon saw that the spell was ineffective to the Shire, and stepped towards the Shire.
"Stare at me."
Its footsteps stopped.
Etienne, who was lying on the ground, suddenly reached out and caught the blade demon's stepping ankle.
"Not dead?" The blade Demon's feet burn green, burning Etienne's hands. It is supposed that the human hand should be skinned, the pain is too much to control, and it will soon loosen.
"The Flame of Yaffen." Etienne whispered.
A much brighter flame kindled in the old hunter, much brighter than the dark green fire of the devil, and bright enough to light the whole night. The flames passed through Etienne's hands and burned into the blade demon's feet, burning all the way up its legs, enveloping its entire body and baking its shell.
The Blade demon leapt, rocketing into the air and out of Etienne's grasp.
"I'm glad I'm better at it." The blade demon looked at Etienne gasping on the ground, Etienne's body quickly dimmed in the golden flame, and the whole person quickly faded like a torch, "Ha! See how long you can hold it up."
"Phantom powers! Shire releases the spell.
The blade demon pointed upward, and the flow of power was blocked by its fingers.
"I've already told you, what you call spells, they're rubbish." The blade demon disdains.
Oooooo.
While Charles distracts the demon, Etienne quickly retrieves the rope and throws it at the Blade Demon, which quickly flies out, binding the Blade demon's right leg and dragging its body down.
"You two --!" The blade demon falls into shape, transforming its arms into blades and cutting off its right leg neatly, allowing it to be caught on the ground by the rope. Etienne burned the body with the flame of Afen, and then kept his eyes on the blade demon.
Etienne's body burned in the soul flame, had become a fire man, the body gradually scorched black.
More than fifteen seconds, even more than thirty seconds, the flame of Aven entered the deflagrator stage, the flame was even more intense, and it almost reached the sky, swallowing everything, but how much of Monsieur Etienne's soul was left to burn? Shire dared not think.
Char loads his crossbow and fires at the Blade Demon, who immediately moves through the air, dodges the arrows, but Etienne, judging its trajectory, throws a golden fire right into the Blade demon's body.
The golden flame burned through its shell and went straight for the evil will inside, forcing the Blade demon to fall.
Etienne, covered in fire, lunged at the falling blade demon.
"Get out of here! The blade demon rapidly changes shape, thrusting out numerous spikes and blades, turning itself into an ugly pointed ball, riddled with holes for anyone who tries to get close.
Charles watched Etienne just like that to the devil full of sharp knives, let those sharp weapons Pierce their own body, but also to their own body of the Afen flame tainted with the blade demon.
Monsieur Etienne -- Master --! God -- Char's heart was filled with bitterness.
Golden flames spread constantly over the Blade Demon, and the creaking of its carapace burst.
"Get out of here! The Blade demon cursed angrily, "I will destroy you!"
Its body quickly recovered, its scalded skin reborn, and the golden flame seemed incapable of inflicting real damage. The blade demon uses limbs transformed into spears and blades to support himself, and Etienne's body is pierced by the blade demon, as if hanging from a torture device.
The Blade Demon grabbed Etienne with his hands and slowly pulled him out of his body.
"The Flame of Yafen!
Charles widened his eyes, stared at the blade demon, and cast the spell Etienne had taught him. Exiles cannot be used on such occasions, because the true body of the demon is hidden in its body. Only the Yafen Flame can affect it... That's enough!
Previously the Shire had used only the smallest of flames to sear the soul, creating a brief flash of incandescent pain to wake it up. Now that Char had unleashed the spell, the pain was enough to break the will and almost break his endurance. At the same time, the same golden flame as Etienne burned in him.
He drew his sword, and immediately the flames spread from his hand to the sword.
This is my only chance to win it -- this is the mortal, the only chance to win it!
Char charged at the Blade Demon.
"I command all the sharp weapons!" The blade demon roared with rage.
"It's blunt!
First bent and then used to shovel the earth for so long, the weapon in Shire's hand could no longer be called a sword, its edges were highly worn, its tip no longer sharp, and it was beyond the reach of the blade demon.
I avenge Denver! Char fought to cut down the bastard who played with human life. Go back to hell.
This is the blunt instrument that now burns with a billowing flame of Yafen, crashing down on the blade demon's shoulder with such force that it shatters its shell and burns the evil spirit within.
"Can't kill me," screamed the blade demon. "Can't kill me." It gave a furious laugh.
Etienne, who had been burning in flames for a long time, turned weakly to Charles.
"... The Shire..." The old hunter began hoarsely. "... What a pity..."
What? Shire was stunned.
The golden light blinds Shire's eyes.
With a series of deafening booms, huge waves of gas flew over the Shire.
The rain of blood flew in the air, and pieces of flesh and limbs of Etienne were thrown into the air, and before they hit the ground, they were burned into empty ashes, leaving only a dark residue, metal and leather were burned in the first place, and the ashes of the bones were scattered into sand in the air.
The blade demon's body disintegrated, falling and collapsing on impact, leaving only a hollow upper body, losing four-fifths of its body. Under the mutilated head and some scales connected to the neck, a large number of extremely dark matter desperately dodge, escape, want to drill into their own head, hide in the safety of the shell, more evil energy inevitably lost into the air, quickly dissipated invisible, rapid loss.
Char was thrown to the ground by the impact, his back slamming against the grass. Did it hurt? I don't feel any pain.
I'm... What's the matter? His eyes widened.
This is strange. Why can't I move? My hand... I want to move my hands, but they can't move, I want to move my feet, but they can't move. Now even if I want to move my toes, I can only keep imagining how it moves, but I can't feel its real movement.
Me to Char's head keeps turning. I'm on the ground. Why can't I move? My body. Where's my body?
Oh, it was blown up. Hands, feet, legs, stomach -- it's all gone. Only a golden flame rose over him, silently burning his soul.
How silly... 'thought Shire. Clearly a recruit hunter, but had to participate in the most dangerous hunting mission. Fighting with all his might, giving up all his spells to try and fight the devil.
The way humans fight is stupid, funny and ridiculous, and they have to blow themselves up to damage the devil.
Honestly, we hunters don't make money, so why do we work so hard?
Maybe this profession shouldn't exist.
But if no one was a demon hunter, wouldn't the devil be free to run wild? Those peaceful villages, cities, civilized world can be destroyed at any moment... Hunters like us who can use crossbows, swords, spells and potions can hardly fight demons, let alone ordinary people? Even if an army is assembled, if it does not know the right way to respond, it will be slaughtered by the devil alone.
After all, demons are so powerful.
All right, that's enough. Demon hunting.
Do it in the next life...
Shire closed his eyes, really tired, really tried his best. If that doesn't kill the Blade Demon, there's nothing he can do.
"Don't die." A voice sounded.
Another demon hunter? Char opened his eyes. Tiffany's back!
No, it was scarier than that. He recognized the devil's voice.
The blade demon pieced together his own flesh and blood into two knives, supporting his pointy head, and walked hard toward the Shire, the sharp blade on its dry neck, which appeared dejected and ugly, and countless evil forces dispersed from its head and disappeared into nothing.
I'm going to die soon. Char felt his blood leaking out like a drain pool. Why kill me? My soul is here, burning with fire. Eat it, if you have to eat it.
"Don't die, mortal, I beg you, don't die." The blade demon's voice was sad, "I have no body to use, but I can't be driven back into the gap... I can't go back... I've been banished here by the other demons, and if I go back, they'll kill me. I don't want to die..."
Shire felt dizzy and dizzy.
"No - get off - die -" he croaked with the last of his strength, "Try to control me, no way -!" He's lost his windpipe and his vocal cords. It's his soul crying out.
"Are you willing? Are you willing to die like this? You're 17 years old! You've got a century to live, don't you want to see the world again? " The Blade Demon responded with the same roar, "Let your guard down, let me into your mind, I can save you!" You can save me, too! I will not be killed by the native hunters of this backward world-hurry! You have a few seconds left!"
Char wanted to cry, but could not. That was what made him feel most sad, that perhaps he had really lost the ability to cry, as Etienne had said.
I guess all demon hunters have some quirks, and this is Char's quirk.
"All right." Char said. "Let's live together."