Shire takes the knife to the left, and it's perfectly timed.
When he made a blocking action, the half-demon thought it was a plan, withdrew his claws, and pulled his right arm toward the Shire, which happened to be blocked by the Shire gray knife, the blade across its arm, making a huge tear, and black blood flowing.
"Uh - uh -" the half-demon covered the place where he had been cut, and Char lunged forward and stabbed the knife into its heart, in and out, through its chest. With such a weapon in his hand, his strength was multiplied, and his faith seemed infinite.
Shire observed the changes, demons affect the soul of the creature, when the soul is eroded by the devil, the drastic changes in the soul will be reflected in the exterior, a large number of souls are transformed into black demon substance, become the new demon shell and weapons. And in order to maintain and strengthen their demon souls, they will continue to harvest other mortals, or kill each other. This is why demons must never be allowed to appear in densely populated areas, and once spiritual interference is overlaid in large numbers, thousands of people will be corrupted.
But people can adapt to the mental effects, and those who survive can become strong.
Shire saw a mercenary screaming, his mouth full of blood, clutching the golden necklace around his neck, crying for his mother, did not morph into a half-demon.
"Run away! Get reinforcements!" Shire shouted at him.
The mercenary nods deliriously and stumbles away, his footsteps lengthening in the dark.
The winged demon refused to let him leave, flapping his wings and jumping off the tree. Char ran after him. The wound in his back was dull, and after he had run a few steps, he felt a strong dizziness.
baaaah baaaah Can't stop.
I have to stop it before it hurts anyone else.
He raised his head and lunged at the winged demon with his knife. With a swift flick of its tail, Char cut off the end.
"Hiss -" The winged demon turned, his ugly face and Shire's eyes.
It's taller and stronger than me, but at this distance, I can kill it.
The winged demon's eyes shone red, pointing straight at Char's soul, and he felt a searing pain. But this pain, compared with the flame of Aphen burning the soul, is almost no pain. Shire looked straight at the pair of blood eyes and rushed forward, swinging the knife at it with both hands.
The winged demon flapped his wings in the opposite direction, taking advantage of the opportunity to leap backward quickly, not daring to meet the Shire's sharp knife.
And behind the demon, the mercenary, running as fast as he could, had escaped a considerable distance, never to be overtaken again.
"Nuin edge!" Char was not skilled at using piercing spells, but could only do what he could, and a sharp spike came out quickly, piercing the torso of the winged demon, which closed its wings and then slowly unfolded.
Yes, that's it, slowly weaken it, it dares to descend from the tree to the ground, it's too careless.
Shire watched carefully for the devil's flaws.
"You're bleeding." The winged demon whispers.
Shire can not see his back, can only feel that most of his back has been stained with blood, blood sticky between clothes and skin, very uncomfortable. At this rate, you'll bleed to death before you've won a battle with the winged demon.
In fact, Charles's strength had been weakened by more than fifty percent since the sharp Angle had struck him, and the more blood he lost, the weaker he felt; the pain was like maggots in his tarses, and he could not concentrate on thinking or fighting; the wound did not stop the bleeding, and what little strength Charles had left was draining away from the broken flesh.
The winged demon approached the Shire, and the Shire quickly cut a knife, and it easily sidestepped the attack, so as to wear down the Shire's strength.
"Hurt me, like so many times before." The voice of the devil echoed.
Shire is a little anxious, if not as soon as possible to separate the outcome, he must be the first to fall. Demons know no fatigue, feed on the soul, and as long as there are souls burning inside them, their power is endless.
"I've seen too many demon hunters come and go in my dungeons." It said, "There are strong people, there are weak people, some are adventurous aristocracies, some are poor people trying to reach the sky, some have clean lives, some have bad records." But they all share one trait -- arrogance."
Shire went on foot towards the winged demon, closer and closer... He felt tired, so he breathed hard. But the pain was not because of a lack of air, but because his blood was flowing out little by little, in vain.
He still felt his legs getting heavier.
"You've lost too much blood. Don't move." 'said Graddiu.
"I -- I can't help it." Shire is so nervous that he can only push forward, while the winged demon leisurely keeps his distance from Shire, so that he can not approach.
It's over, I'm going to faint, Char's feet are weak, almost fall, his eyesight is getting worse and worse, his head is getting heavier and heavier, when did his body become so heavy? It's hard to even take a step forward.
"Go up." The winged demon held out his finger and the blade slipped from Char's hand.
Oh my goodness! Shire was shocked, without this knife, he could not fight the devil.
The winged demon uses its evil powers to lift the grey knife high into the air, allowing it to rotate slowly high in the air, watching the blade carefully.
"I'm very interested in your weapons. Where did you find them? It is clearly a weapon of the devil."
Char looked up at the knife, which was hovering in the air at an ever-changing Angle.
"Exquisite crafts, no mortal can do." The winged demon appreciates the sharpness of the blade, "In fact, I noticed it the first time I encountered it..."
Have a flaw in
He raised his hand slowly.
"What are you doing?" The winged demon looked down to notice Char's movements.
"-- Phantom power!"
The knife swirled through the air, and the moment Char grabbed its blade forward, he unleashed the Hunter's Spell, sending a great force through the air, far more powerful than the sorcery the winged demon uses to restrain the blade, hurling the blade at the demon.
For the first time there was real fear in the winged demon's face, and he quickly closed his wings to protect himself, but the gray knife penetrated through his great wings and went straight into his body.
Char felt a stream of air in the air that he himself controlled, and he pushed the gray knife downward, deeper and deeper into the winged demon's body, shredding its guard bit by bit, toward the heart of its soul.
"Um 咈 --" screamed the winged demon, spreading his wings, and pulling out the blade embedded in the giant wing. Half of his wing was tied to the weapon, and it hung feebly to one side, cut out a huge gap, and was no longer able to fly.
The winged demon simply gave up his wings, crawled on the ground, and came at Shire with such force that he threw a claw at him, sending Shire flying with such force that his body slammed into a tree behind him.
Baaaah! Char vomited blood, his body hit the ground, the shock shook his insides and all his strength was gone in an instant, he knew he was finished, and now he had no strength to lift his fingers.
"It's too late. We're dead." "Said Graddius despairingly." You are a useless fellow."
"I'm going to die. You can go back to hell." Char fell to the ground, breathing slowly.
Bleeding, wounded, tired.
"Rather than be driven back to hell in such a state and enslaved by the Kings of Chaos, I would rather be eaten by these lowly servants." "Cursed Graddius." I hate you!"
"Can't you save me again?"
"Ah, it's natural to ask me for help now? The answer is no, I mend you to expend my strength, and I have used up all the souls I took from the troll, and now I have nothing." Graddiu complained, "Well, the countdown to life."
The winged demon crawled in front of the Shire.
"Who's in you?" Puzzled, the winged demon said, "Why do I see two souls?"
"I am your master." The blade demon pinched his voice and let it out.
"I don't understand." The winged demon said humbly, "What can I do for you? My Lord."
"Go away." The blade demon threatened, "Go eat people somewhere else."
"Quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack! It's you! The Blade Lord, the Blade Lord, the Supreme Cutter, no wonder you can make that weapon..."
Graddius was faintly anxious and troubled in Charles's soul, and Charles knew that he did not want to appear too afraid.
"... What do you want?" The blade demon has no more confidence, "I am the demon Lord."
"I cannot tolerate you living in this way, my Lord." The winged demon whispers, "Be reborn in hell, and you will regain your power."
Graddiu howled in the Char's soul, not Gandhian, but it was an impotent rage.
The winged demon turned abruptly.
The weak Shire heard a clatter of hooves approaching here, Ma? Who can ride into the forest?
'Tremble! The winged demon roars at the rider.
Shire saw its face bloom with a strange evil light, and the horror was enough to make all people and animals mad and degenerate.
The rider said nothing, but rushed forward, thrust a spear into the winged demon's gaping mouth, then let go, reined, and drew his sword.
The winged demon's head was pierced by a giant pine riding rifle, his body pierced by the impact, and he fell heavily to the ground. Shire gritted his teeth, rose from his own blood, pulled out the black knife stuck in the demon's wings, and quickly cut its throat, from which a great deal of black depraved matter flowed.
"Let go -- let go --" wailed the winged demon, whose demonic soul flowed out of its broken shell and, instead of returning to hell, quickly flowed into the Shire and became food for Graddiu.
"Whew..." Char struggled to breathe, his body aching.
"No - why -" cursed the winged demon in pain, his limbs convulsing, "I just want to - fly in a new world -"
"You're in the wrong place." 'whispered Shire.
"Which? I shouldn't? ... Who are you to decide..." It raised one paw and pointed angrily at the Shire.
He was just calm about it. Our justice, the triumph of mortals.
"As an appetizer, you pass." Graddius measured the situation, once afraid and uneasy, now triumphantly, madly devouring the demon's soul.
Shire gasped, leaned on his knife, and looked sideways at the rider.
Rocher took off her helmet, which was impenetrable except for a long slit where her eyes were, and the horse she sat on, the horse! What an adventure it was, completely covered with black cloth, with linen in its ears, unable to see or hear, having ridden all the way by the skill of its rider, and now pacing about in a daze, not knowing where it was.
'Is it dead? "She asked." From what I can see, we've accomplished a remarkable feat."
"HMM." Char collapsed completely, threw himself back and fell.