When it comes to the true winged demon, it's hard for Shire to forget.
Its skin was full of tiny folds, its nose was high and its forehead was thick, its ears were sharp, its mouth was full of bruises, and its eyes were very large, completely black, except for the middle pupil, which was the opposite of human eyes.
The human face, no matter how terrible will not be terrible. The face of the monster, if it is terrible, will only make people shudder for a while at most. But the face of the winged demon, its inhuman appearance, will forever be imprinted on the hearts of those who are here.
The mercenaries faltered at the sight of the winged demon's true face.
"Uh... Uh-huh..."
When he opened his mouth, it was full of deep scars, and just looking at it you could think of the pain. Immediately, the devil let out a shrill scream, the sound of which echoed in the forest for a long time, and Char saw that the mercenaries of the Van Shanu team, both senior and new, old and young, all trembled in terror, and their desire to fight was gone. In this moment, all their accumulated experience, ability, and morale all fall apart.
"Ew - ew -" several mercenaries began to bend over and spit blood.
"Nuin edge!" Charonne, reaching out his hand, cast a piercing spell on the winged demon, a streak of Leemon streaked through the air and pierced the demon's torso, creating a notch.
Damn it... Not powerful enough.
"Ah, the familiar spell." The winged demon reached out his claws and flicked the crumbs off his body. "But you are not skilled. Can you kill me before he is hanged alive?"
Shire watched nervously as Tibert hung in the air.
Tibert fought furiously, opening his mouth wide and trying to suck in air. He wanted to cry, but he could not get a breath of fresh air into his lungs. The rope was tight around his windpipe. He kept trying to get his fingers into the noose around his neck, trying to make room for his throat, but no matter how he groped, he always failed. He tried desperately to stomp the air under his feet, as if it would find a fulcrum for him and free him from suspension, but it was all in vain.
He wanted to live... He wants to live! Can I save him?
Watching a person die alive in front of himself, Shire can not think of what suffering is more terrible than this, he quickly thought how to solve.
With a spell... But there was no spell that could directly affect the winged demon, and there was no spell that could save Tibert. A crossbow? Crossbow to break the rope? No way. I can't shoot. Shooting demons? It has a tough shell, so it doesn't have to make a difference. A knife? The knife could definitely hurt it, but the devil was sitting high up in the trees, and it was impossible for the Shire to cut him.
And so on... I should be able to.
Silent and swift, Char took the crossbow out, cocked it at the winged demon, and quickly pulled the trigger. The winged demon did not shy away, and the arrow hit its ribcage and quickly bounced away.
"Her potion contaminated me and left me riddled with holes, but when the skin was peeled back, it grew back stronger." The winged demon whispers, and every time its voice sounds, the pain deepens, more and more mercenaries begin to vomit blood, and the color of the blood quickly darkens and darkens, and it seems that it is no longer blood, but the Shire has no time to think about what it is.
If you don't defeat the winged demon, you'll be killed by the winged demon.
If you don't become a powerful demon hunter, there will be more demons to invade the world and kill mortals.
Char refills the arrow and ends the crossbow.
"Do you want to look like you're trying?" "Asked the winged demon.
"The Flame of Yaffen."
As if contaminated by the demons of the heart, the soul flame is no longer golden, but takes on a degraded phosphorescent green. The fire shot out of his heart and, guided by Char into his hand, he pulled the trigger and the arrows with the flame shot out at speed.
The winged demon let go and flung Tibert to the ground. With a flutter of its wings, it climbed quickly to avoid the Shire's shots, and the firebolt disappeared like a shooting star over the night and across the forest.
"You inherit the same system, the same spell. Every human being lives for a certain period of time, inherits the first half of his life and passes it on the second." The winged demon looked at the Shire with empty, white eyes that grew more terrifying.
Shire ran to Tibert, who had fallen to the ground, and unfastened the rope from his neck, and took it in his hands again.
"Are you okay?" Char asked urgently, but Tibert was unable to answer with a cough.
"Why are you alive? I saw your ugly soul fade quickly, but then light up again and come to me. I'm afraid. There's something in your soul. What is it?" "Asked the winged demon.
Char picks up the crossbow, uses the metal sight to lock on to the winged demon's location, damn it, it's too dark to see anything. But with one arrow, one shot into it, the Shire had an inexhaustible advantage, and the threat of the Flame of Yafen to the devil had been tested.
"What does it do to you hunters to set me free? Won't you allow me to be free in peace?" "Asked the winged demon.
"You kill people." Images of the slain flashed through Shire's mind.
"I killed people you don't even know, why stand up for them, they won't thank you."
Charr silently cursed and fired another arrow, and the winged demon continued to climb to the top of the tree.
Damnit - if I had been better at archery and more skilled, I would have killed this demon quickly, without having to listen to its endless nonsense.
"I don't like you." The winged demon was perched on the top branches, and Shire could no longer see it from this distance.
"Are you so long-winded?" The Shire curses.
"Transformation also takes time."
Convert? What transformation Shire looked around and felt a chill.
The mercenaries had been vomiting blood, but gradually, they began to vomit black substances, people's skin began to grow dark scales, faces slowly twisted, eerie horns grew from their skulls, punctured their helmets, creaking.
"Whoa, whoa ahhh," a strong mercenaries and screams, sprout a pair of flesh from his back, their rapid expansion, eventually to Pierce the skin package, born from the blood out of a pair of black wings, and his facial features fast deformation, mouth teeth.
This is a manifestation of demonic depravity, Char realizes that the demon's spiritual interference has broken through their psychological defenses, and once the mind is lost, the human soul will be corrupted, thus forming a demonic essence in them, shaping them into the same body shape as the devil.
That much influence?
"Do you want to kill me? Kill all these fresh half-devils first." The winged demon taunts playfully.
A demonized mercenary comes to Char, who has no choice but to cut his blade and cut off his arm.
"Why did you -- why did you cut me --" he wailed, covering his cuts and weeping blood.
"Why did you cut him? Why did you cut him?" The winged demon asked sadly, "Abominable human, is he not one of your kind? Why did you hurt him?"
Char knows that the transformation of half human and half demon is irreversible, and once it collapses and falls, it is another demon, and can never be transformed back into a human. His mind was so agitated that he had to kill them, had to kill these mercenaries who had been ordinary before.
More semi-demonic mercenaries lose their minds and charge towards the Shire, while others begin to kill each other and bite their former companions.
Shire watched everything happen, but could not sit still, had to raise a knife to resist. The sharp knife in the hand cuts through the demon's body with such ease that neither muscle nor bone can hinder it. But with each cut, the pain in Shire's heart deepened.
"You can kill a mortal ten times faster than a demon." The winged demon whispered, "Shall I praise thee? Soon you'll have killed more people than I have."
They're not people... They became monsters... There's a running sound! From behind! Shire did not have time to react, the back received a heavy bump, a large waist of the half demon toward the Shire, the sharp Angle of the head into the Shire's back muscle, pushing him open, knocking him to the ground.
Baaaah! Shire had been rolling on the ground for weeks, and with no time for him to breathe, he grasped the magic knife in his hand and rolled to his feet.
It hurts so much... It hurts like hell... He tried his best to endure the pain on his back. Before his eyes, these half-demon, half-human monsters were looking at him, all eager to share a piece of Shire's flesh, to eat a wisp of Shire's soul.
The winged demon uttered a shrill cry again, and the sound penetrated into Shire's soul.
Soar, fly, ride the wind in the air, swim with the direction of the wind, dominate the high altitude, fly, spread the wings. Char felt his back itch, something wanted to break bones there, yes, if it could fly, if I could fly, I could fight that demon. Flying is a human ideal, and I should practice it. Grow wings, grow strong wings...
Shoo!
Char widened his eyes and clenched the blade.
Let's get rid of these unfortunate demon-corrupted people in front of us. These people are going through the stage of being corrupted by the devil, still in pain and confusion, many can not even move, do not respond to the Shire's knife, just cut down in place.
But there was also a particularly strong half-demon, who seemed to be very familiar with the demon's power once it was transformed, the upper body muscles had been morbidly swollen, covered with the dark armor of the demon, and behind it, the wings were slowly spread out, exactly like a small replica of the winged demon, and the traces of humans were no longer visible on the face. It also has a sharp horn on its head, the same one that just knocked the Shire off its feet.
"I'll set you free." "Murmured Shire.
The mighty half-demon gave a roar and flapped his wings toward the Shire.
Top right, bottom left! Cut it out! Shire swung the knife hard, but the back was injured before it, is in severe pain and bleeding, at this time, the muscle, the pain of Shire action slow.
The half demon rushed to the shire in front of his eyes, carrying the impact, swinging his claws, knocking the Shire to the ground, and the Shire chest was marked with several bloody wounds. He rolled quickly on the grass, knowing that to stay there was to die, and scrambled to escape the half-demon pursuit.
Its raucous roar made Shire's eardrums ache. Lying on the ground, looking at the menacing half-demon, Char quickly took the knife in one hand and stabbed it in the stomach, piercing its side.
Stab!
"Well -" The half-demon backed away in pain, black blood flowing from the cut, looked around and backed away quickly.
It goes back. Where? I can't catch it. I'm in too much pain. Char gasped, and the next second, his eyes widened.
Nooooo.
The wounded half-demon walked over to Tibert, who was lying on the ground, picked him up unconscious with both hands, and gnawed at him.
"Agghh," Bert woke up from a dizzy, stare big eyes, shoulder is half-breed bit off a large piece of meat.
Tibert... Damn it... Damn it... I still can't save him!
The half-demon munched wildly on Tibert's body, healed quickly from his wounds, and when he had recovered, he cast Tibert's mangled body aside, wiped his mouth, and charged at the Shire once more. These people are from the same hometown... Ben is a member of the same mercenary team...
Char held the blade high above his head, adopting the swordsmanship he had learned from the old soldier, knowing that life and death were on the line.
He's fast and he's playing with the Shire, tentatively raising his arm, which has morphed into a demonic claw, and grabbing at the head of the Shire, but it looks like a false move, an attempt to cover up his real attack.
The monster seemed to have remembered his own combat experience as a human, which was untimely.
This blow in front of your eyes is real? Or is it a skillful feint? Should I raise my knife to block this claw, or back? Or do you sidestep?
Shire is very anxious, once the wrong judgment, there is no recovery.
"Left." "Graddiu said.