C8 Practice

"You think we didn't do well?" Etienne looked at Shire, making him nervous. "Do you think we should not sacrifice our people?"

"No." Shire hid his doubts in his heart. He knew that there were some things that he could not tell Etienne.

"I broke into the dark Magi market and caused a huge ruckus. I killed a bunch of powerful male and female Magi. I came to the altar in the middle of the ritual and saw you tied up with the other eight or nine young children. Why did I only keep you by my side and nurture you as a Devil Hunter?"

" I don't know. " Shire really did not understand. The other children were all released and sent back to their parents' side. Only Shire, Etienne insisted on teaching him hunter skills.

"Because you did not cry. You are the only child who was not scared to cry."

"I never cry." Shire was a little surprised. "The people in the village said that I didn't even cry when I was born."

"We only have one standard for recruiting new hunters - firm will, and you meet this standard."

"Dalton... Dalton is also a hunter, but he has escaped. He has decided to go home. Does he also have a firm will?"

"People change. Maybe someday in the future, you will shed tears because of something."

"No."

Etienne turned to look at the forest, and then his eyes returned to Shire's face.

"This is a serious problem. Either we sacrifice one or two people to get hurt or even die. At the same time, we have successfully suppressed the Blade Devil and banished it. Or we imprison it in the Holy Church... or we don't sacrifice any Devil Hunter, but we can't catch up to the Blade Demon. Let it escape to other countries and regions. Think about it, a real Devil God. As long as it appears in the public eye, those mortals have no chance to resist. It will instantly corrode one's soul and fall into depravity."

"So... Denver is dead." Shire whispered. Denver had also worked hard for his life.

"Yes, he died, but at the same time, he saved millions of innocent people." Etienne nodded, "This is why I said that their deaths were meaningful."

"What if one day it's our turn to be sacrificed?"

"I was placed in a similar scene. It was decades ago. Shire. If I don't have the strength to escape my fate, then I can only be arranged."

Shire felt that they were in a predicament.

"If Denver dies, you will know the meaning of his death. This is what it means to be sacrificed. If we let him die without knowing anything, we will send him to his death. What is this? " Shire stared at Etienne.

"Don't have any unnecessary thoughts." Etienne put his hands on Shire's shoulders and stared at him with his cloudy eyes. He raised his voice and said, "On the stage where demons and hunters fight with their lives on the line, as long as you focus on the ultimate goal of defeating demons, you will be fine. All other thoughts will be thrown away!"

Shire was silent.

"Now I will teach you another important spell. Remember its rhythm, rhythm, and tone. Make sure you can perfectly repeat it. Do you understand?"

... "Understood." Shire nodded.

Etienne faced the empty space and chanted the hunter's spell. "Banish From Beyond the Sky."

"Banish Beyond the Sky," Shire repeated.

Etienne stared at Shire, adjusted his cloak, and greeted him. "You should practice here and wait for us to come back."

"What? Mr. Etienne, you are not going, right?"

"Nonsense. I stayed because I was worried about you. I have to go. If we fail to defeat the demon because of my absence, it will be a terrible loss. I will live in the shadow of failure for the rest of my life. You stay here and never leave. "

Before Shire had the chance to speak, Etienne turned around and left the ruins of Dew Camp Stone, heading to the depths of Twilight Forest.

Shire's hand was leaning on the Dew Camp Stone, the rock was cold.

As a Devil Hunter, his job should be to hunt devils. Since he had decided to fight the devils when he joined the ranks of hunters, it should be understandable for him to sacrifice his life to eliminate the devils.

However... Shire shook his head forcefully.

Although it was sad, it was not his turn to make the rules.

Just like playing chess, Shire had seen gamblers play a king game in the tavern. The two of them used wooden chess pieces to exchange blows on the chessboard. The shapes of the chess pieces were special. People named them by knights, soldiers, or military officers, but no matter how glamorous they looked, in the eyes of the chess players, they were the same. They could be moved, destroyed, and exchanged easily. As long as the final victory was guaranteed.

Frederick is a chess player, and we are chess pieces? The more Shire thought about it, the more depressed he became.

Perhaps it is also a strategy for them to keep me in the camp? If it was the Blade Demon...

Shire did not dare to think about it carefully. He decided to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his heart and focus on practicing the Hunter's Spell.

"Phantom Divine Power." He focused his attention and used a special tone to chant a spell. The words turned into a spell with magical effects. The air slightly rotated, and an invisible force flowed in the air.

How should he use it?

According to Geffany, this was a kind of power that controlled the flow of wind. Shire was deep in thought. An excellent Devil Hunter could maximize the effect of an incantation. By concentrating, it could slightly change the content of the incantation and change the range and strength of the incantation.

Similarly, using the Yafen Flame to burn his soul, Shire could only ignite his own soul to wake himself up. He let it emerge from his palm and light up the things around him. Creating a soul flame without any temperature. But he had also seen Etienne use this incantation to summon a soul golden flame, which covered the hunter's entire body. The supernatural golden flame could burn everything.

Shire believed that if he could master the rules of casting the Phantom Divine Power, the potential of this spell would be limitless.

First of all, it was the method Geffany showed him, "Stop."

He picked up a stone and threw it high into the sky. The stone quickly flew up and fell after reaching an extreme point.

"Phantom Divine Power!" Shire chanted an incantation and stared at the air below the stone. He focused his will on one point.

It was there.

The rock gently landed on the ground and rolled on the grass. It was not affected at all along the way.

It seemed that there was still a long way to go. Should he continue practicing? Shire thought deeply. The Hunter's Spell used the soul as its energy source, so practicing it required careful planning. Repeating the spell in a short period of time would consume a lot more energy.

Reducing the use of the spell and preserving his soul would allow him to live safely until he was seventy years old. Practicing desperately, mastering all the details and techniques of the Hunter's Spell, becoming an expert in the Hunter's Spell. This way, at 40 years old, one's soul would become empty shell.

Solemn... practice! Shire's heart became ruthless.

Based on what he had seen, he realized that if he did not have enough strength, others would see him as a sacrifice. Otherwise, he would be like Dalton, who didn't have the ability to protect himself and could only escape. But if he was alone, there was a high chance that he wouldn't be able to leave the forest.

Practicing from morning to evening.

Shire repeated the incantation 127 times.

In the beginning, the effect of Phantom Divine Power was very weak, and its position was also very unstable. It was completely ineffective. However, as Shire used it, understood and thought about it, he understood the meaning of the whole incantation more and more.

Shire designed a way to record the incantation himself.

Each syllable had a corresponding arrangement. He made up different levels for these tones. The lower the number, the lower it was. The higher the number, the higher it meant. Shire's understanding of counting was limited, but he could still master from one to twenty.

After marking every syllable of the incantation with a tone symbol, he deliberately changed the pitch of each syllable. Then, he tested the changes that occurred after casting the spell.

Through repeated attempts, he tested which syllables were the core of the incantation, and if there were any changes, it would cause the entire incantation to lose effectiveness, and then he tested which syllables adjusted the power of the incantation, and which syllables affected the range of the incantation.

The land in front of Dew Camp Stone had been messed up by Shire. There were detailed notes, markings, and marks that Shire had made himself.

He only ate a little in the afternoon. The rest of the time, he focused on experimenting with his understanding of spells. He had never shown this habit to any other Devil Hunter. Even Etienne did not know. Because Shire was afraid that others would laugh at him, he had never seen other Devil Hunter use his method to record incantations. The other hunters simply memorized the rhythm of the incantation and then released it. Unlike Shire's detailed analysis, Shire felt that his method was very stupid.

When he was painting on the ground and studying the incantation, Shire felt unprecedentedly happy. This became his way of entertainment. Whenever he discovered the connection between the change in tone and the effects of the incantations, Shire would feel inspired from the bottom of his heart.

The results of this day would soon be verified.

Shire picked up a stone and threw it into the sky.

The stone was the size of a palm, not the same kind of stone as before. The rock flew into the sky and then quickly fell.

Shire focused on where the rock fell.

He changed the tone of his voice, adjusted the intensity of his energy, and used his concentrated mind to determine the location.

"Phantom - Divine Power!"

Xiu - In an instant, a strong wind swept through the air, and an invisible force changed the direction of the wind and airflow. In Shire's eyes, it was like an invisible staff had smashed the stone in the air. The entire stone quickly changed direction and flew out horizontally. With incredible speed, it smashed into the wall of the ruins in the distance. A loud knocking sound was heard.

Seeing such an effect, Shire was very satisfied.

But then again, was this how the incantation was used? Shire was a little confused. According to Geffany's words, this should be just a defensive spell. Because he had practiced for a long time, not only was his mouth and mouth dry, but he also felt dizzy and could not think properly.

Just as the sun was setting and the sky was getting dark, the thing that Shire had been worried, expectant, or fearful about, happened.

"Ha-ha-ha!" A hoarse laugh rang out.

Shire heard footsteps coming from the edge of the forest and the sound of heavy objects being dragged. In order to prevent the hunters from laughing at him after seeing what he drew, Shire quickly wiped away all the traces on the ground with his hands, kicked and drew again and again, and wiped away the traces and symbols.

The hunters returned from their fierce battle.

Shire looked at those figures, but for some reason, he felt his heart palpitate.

The people slowly walked towards the Dew Camp Stone's camp. The huge shadow dragging behind them seemed to be...

Blade Devil.