The last blue starlight of the teleportation array dissipated in the night wind, like a firefly being completely swallowed by darkness. The ruins of the old castle fell into a deathly silence again, with only the whine of the wind passing through the ruins echoing in the empty space.
In the center of the ruins, two figures faced each other from a distance.
Cahir stood in front of the half-collapsed stone wall, with black active material slowly surging on the surface of the body, like the aftermath of a boiling ink pool cooling down. Those empty eyes were locked on the demon hunter opposite, the body leaned forward slightly, and the muscles of the limbs were originally pale and shriveled Cahir Its skin was constantly tightening and loosening, like a entrenched poisonous snake repeatedly testing the prey's weaknesses. Without the siege of Red, it thought that it was still somewhat confident against Yavi alone - after all, it had absorbed the power of four warlocks.
And Yavi--he looks relaxed.
It's so easy.
The demon hunter stood more than ten steps away, the wound on his chest drawn by the giant black whip was still oozing blood, and the crack in his ribs brought dull pain with every breath. But his shoulders were relaxed, his breathing was steady, and the light in the cat's pupils was as calm as water.
Then he made an action that made Cahir unexpected.
Moonlight Cursed Blade was slowly put into the scabbard behind his back.
The silver-white sword slid into the sheath bit by bit, and made a long and crisp "clang" sound, which was particularly clear in the silent ruins.
Cahir tilted his head, and the black substance simulated a teasing smile on his cheeks.
"What? Are you planning to give up?" Its voice was hoarse and cheerful, with a calmness like a cat playing with a mouse. "If you are willing to merge with me obediently, I will promise you one thing. After all... after taking your body, you will be me. Your will will be with me, your memory will become my nourishment, and your body will become my container... In a sense, you can be regarded as 'living' in another way, isn't it?"
Yavi looked at it and was silent for a second.
Then he laughed.
"Haha--hahahaha!!!"
Laughter burst out from the demon hunter's chest, loud and hearty, with an unabashed joy that came from the heart. Yavi laughed so much that his shoulders were shaking, his wounds were so painful, and his eyes were almost filled with tears.
And the strange thing is-Cahir also laughed.
"Ha... haha... hahahaha!"
The laughter simulated by the black matter was sharp and weird, intertwined with Yavi's laughter full of human warmth, forming an extremely absurd ensemble above the ruins. A demon hunter and a parasitic monster laughed loudly at each other in the ruins of the castle, as if two old friends who had not seen each other for many years were reunited in a tavern. This scene was extremely weird, but it also had an inexplicable absurd harmony.
"Why are you laughing?" Cahir asked in between laughter, curiosity surging in his empty eyes.
"I'm laughing at you." Yavi wiped the corners of his eyes, but the smile had not completely faded away. "You said that after taking my body, you will be me? You swallowed four people and inherited their memories, but you are still you - a parasite hiding in someone else's skin. Even if you get into my body, you can't become me. My muscles remember the angle of every swing of the sword, my bones are engraved with the lessons of every beating, and my blood flows with the intuition passed down by demon hunters for hundreds of years... Can you inherit these things?"
Cahir's laughter stopped.
"You..."
"And--" Yavi interrupted, suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed the air beside him.
Buzz--
There was a low sword cry, as if the earth was shaking.
In Yavi's hand, a dull dark gray long sword appeared.
The shape of the sword was extremely simple. There were no complicated patterns, no gems were inlaid, and no runes were engraved on it. The whole body was dark gray, and the blade was like a piece of meteorite that had been sharpened for thousands of years. The matte surface absorbed all the surrounding light and did not reflect any edge. The only eye-catching thing was that the two straight grooves on the spine of the sword extended from the guard to the tip of the sword. It was simple, cold, and unadorned.
This sword does not have any fancy decorations, but it exudes a pure, original aura that is like death itself.
Demon Breaker.
Yavi held the sword horizontally in front of him. With a flick of his wrist, the dark gray sword made a dull buzzing sound. He looked up at Cahir, and the smile in his amber cat eyes had completely subsided, replaced by a real killing intent.
"Come on."
He stood sideways, with the silver sword sheathed and the gray sword in his hand. The dark gray long sword seemed to come alive in his palm. The steady spine of the sword rose and fell slightly with his breathing. The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, outlining a warm shadow in the sunlight.
"Round 2."
The black active substance on the surface of Cahir suddenly surged and accelerated, like a herd of angered beasts. It finally realized that just now Yavi sheathed the sword, laughed, and even said those words, were just teasing him.
And this demon hunter had no intention of surrendering from the beginning.
Cahir let out a deep roar, and black matter condensed crazily on its right arm, turning into a black bone blade that was wider and longer than before. Its feet sank deeply into the gravel on the ground, and its body leaned forward, as if preparing for a 100-meter sprint.
"You think you can defeat me by changing your sword?"
"What if?" Yavi shook his head slightly, with a very faint arc at the corner of his mouth.
The words have not yet fallen.
Boom--!!!
Two figures burst out at the same time! Cahir was like a black beast, carrying the surging silt and rotten aura all over its body, roaring and rushing towards Yavi; Yavi's figure was light and swift, with a gray sword lying on its side, and a witcher's unique spinning footwork under its feet, like a silent gray lightning, swimming upstream against the gravel ground of the ruins!
Dang--!!!
The gray sword and the black blade collided fiercely in mid-air!
The moment the black active substance came into contact with the gray sword, it suddenly made a sizzling sound! It was like an ice cube being thrown into boiling oil, and a pungent white smoke rose from the contact surface! Cahir let out a sharp howl of pain, and the black substance on his right arm shrank crazily as if it had been burned, leaving an obvious sunken burn mark on the surface of the bone blade!
"What--?!"
Cahir's pupils shrank suddenly. Its black active substance is extremely resistant to magic and almost immune to physical attacks, but this gray and broken sword burned it with just one contact!
Yavi didn't give it time to think. The gray sword bounced up due to the reaction force after the collision. Yavi turned around, and the gray sword drew a dark gray arc in the air and silently slashed towards the side of Cahir's neck!
Cahir instinctively raised his left arm, and the black substance condensed and thickened crazily on the surface of the arm, trying to block--
Poof--!
The gray sword cut into the black substance, just like a hot knife cutting into butter. The layer of active substance that was almost immune to the sorcerer's spell was as fragile as paper soaked in water in front of the gray sword. The blade cut into the black substance for a full three inches, making a dull sizzling sound. The black substance surged, evaporated, and disintegrated around the blade, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating in the air!
"Ahhhhhh--!!!"
Cahir howled miserably and took several steps back. A large piece of the black material on his left arm was cut off, revealing the pale arm of Cahir underneath - the black veins on the skin turned into a burnt black color at the point where the gray sword touched it, as if it had been burnt!
Demon Breaker. It was not just the magic that was broken, but also all the abnormal existences parasitic on this body.
Yavi stood with his sword put away. On the dark gray sword, a few strands of residual black substance were still sizzling, like water drops falling on a red-hot iron plate. He looked up at Cahir, whose horrified face was reflected in his cat eyes.
"Your black substance is very powerful." Yavi said calmly, as if he was evaluating a well-made armor, "It is immune to magic, can defend itself, and can bite back attackers."
He paused, raised the gray sword slightly, and pointed the tip at Cahir.
"But this thing is specially designed to deal with things like you that 'shouldn't exist'."
The black active substance on Cahir's body surface surged crazily, more violently than ever before. For the first time, real fear appeared in those empty eyes - the layer of black substance on which it relied for survival and was able to run rampant was meaningless in front of this gray sword.
"You... who are you?!"
Yavi did not answer.
He just raised Demon Breaker again, and the dark gray sword absorbed all the light, like a silent judgment.
"The second round is not over yet."