nownovels Chapter 17 The Blind Grim Reaper's Farewell, Sword Pointing Towards the Holy City
Chapter 17 The Blind Grim Reaper's Farewell, Sword Pointing Towards the Holy City
"Inspector, look at that girl down there with the green bamboo staff." Saint Moon pointed to the battlefield below, which resembled a meat grinder. His usually cold face was now filled with undisguised pride. "That's my great-granddaughter, and also our Demon Exorcism City's representative in this competition. Her qualification shouldn't need further proof through her actions, right?"
The knight inspector looked in the direction Saint Moon was pointing, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Entry requirements? Kill five demons?
Are you kidding me!
In the short half-incense stick's time he spent observing from here, no fewer than twenty or thirty dual-sword demons had already died under the black-clad girl's dark gold dagger!
"roar--!"
Just then, a sudden change occurred on the battlefield.
A powerful, fifth-tier emerald-green dual-wielding demon had somehow infiltrated Cai'er's blind spot. Like a suddenly erupting venomous dragon, it brandished its enormous green scythes and charged towards Cai'er with a deafening sonic boom!
"Watch out!" The knight inspector's heart tightened, and he instinctively cried out in alarm.
As a sixth-tier knight, he knew all too well how terrifying the explosive power of a fifth-tier demon king could be.
However, what happened the next second completely stunned this well-informed inspector.
Faced with the deadly sneak attack from behind, Cai'er didn't even turn her head.
She lightly tapped the green bamboo staff on the ground, and her petite body, like a weightless leaf, drifted backward at an angle that defied all logic.
At the same time, a dazzling dark golden light flashed and disappeared in mid-air.
"laugh--"
There were no unnecessary movements, and not a single bit of spiritual energy was wasted.
The menacing fifth-tier emerald-green dual-blade demon suddenly froze in mid-air, then crashed to the ground like a lump of mud.
Its central nervous system was precisely severed in that one-thousandth of a second of overlap!
One strike, one kill! Instantly kill a level five opponent!
"Hiss—" The Knight Inspector gasped, his eyes filled with astonishment and shock.
What terrifying fighting instincts! What ruthless killing techniques!
The image of Yang Wenzhao, the most dazzling leader of the Knights Temple generation, instantly flashed into his mind.
"It seems that Yang Wenzhao has met a real formidable opponent in this year's Demon Hunter Team selection competition..." the Inspector sighed inwardly.
……
An hour later, the bugle call to change shifts sounded.
Holding her bamboo cane, Cai'er followed behind Zhang Hairong and the soldiers of the First Battalion, silently walking down the city wall.
"Cai'er".
Saint Moon led the knight inspector forward to greet them. "This is the inspector from the Holy City, responsible for taking you to the Holy City to participate in the competition."
Cai'er paused slightly, faced the inspector, and nodded coolly as a greeting.
Only when the two stood face to face did the inspector finally see the girl's face, which was hidden under the black veil.
When his gaze fell upon Cai'er's unfocused, lifeless eyes, which were as empty as two dry wells, the battle-hardened sixth-tier knight was struck dumb, freezing on the spot.
Blind...a blind person?!
The terrifying assassin who danced like the Grim Reaper amidst a sea of soldiers, instantly slaying a fifth-tier demon, was actually a blind girl who couldn't even see light?!
The inspector was taken aback; the shock he felt was instantly replaced by a strong sense of horror and sympathy.
What kind of inhuman torture and cruel trials must this seemingly young blind assassin have endured in the darkness to hone such terrifying combat skills?!
He subconsciously turned to look at Saint Moon beside him, only to find that the master of the Assassin Temple had only a fanaticism and pride for power on his face, and not a trace of heartache for his great-granddaughter.
"This is too cruel..." The inspector closed his eyes in anguish.
But he also knew that this was an internal matter of the Assassin's Temple, and he, a mere sixth-tier knight, had neither the right nor the ability to interfere.
Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, the Inspector respectfully handed over a token engraved with the emblem of the Holy Temple Alliance: "Miss Cai'er, please take this token to the Holy City to report and register your participation information. I wish you... good results in the competition."
Cai'er took the token, gently stroking the cold lines on it with her fingers, and nodded slightly.
After Sheng Yue and the inspector left, Cai'er stood still, not moving an inch.
Her grip on the bamboo cane tightened slightly, her knuckles turning pale from the force.
"What's wrong? Are you reluctant to part with it?"
In the sea of the spirit, Bai Ye's gentle, jade-like voice softly rang out.
He knew this seemingly cold but actually warm-hearted girl all too well.
She was afraid—afraid that after she left, the rough men of the battalion who had protected her with their own flesh and blood would be wiped out in some fierce battle to defend the city.
Over the years, it was thanks to Bai Ye's companionship and guidance that Cai'er did not become a cold and ruthless killing machine like in the original story.
Deep in her heart, she always retained the softest, kindest part.
"Bai Ye... I'm leaving, what will happen to them?" Cai'er asked softly in her heart, her voice carrying a hint of unconcealed disappointment.
"Girl, this is the warriors' destiny, and their glory." Bai Ye sighed softly, gently comforting her. "You can't protect them forever. Go, say goodbye. Then, go to the Holy City, and take back the championship that belongs to you."
Cai'er silently bit her lip, but eventually turned around and, relying on her keen hearing, headed towards the camp of the First Battalion.
……
When they learned that Cai'er was about to set off for the Holy City, the barracks of the First Battalion fell into an unusually deathly silence.
Zhang Hairong was stunned for a long time, and blood vessels quickly appeared in his large, bell-like eyes.
He rubbed his cheeks violently, forcing out a smile that was more like a grimace than a grimace:
"Great! Great! Going to the Holy City is wonderful! It's safe there, and I won't have to smell this damned stench of blood every day!"
The surrounding veterans also gathered around. Although everyone's eyes were filled with strong reluctance, they were even more proud of seeing their daughter finally making something of herself.
"Exactly! Our Cai'er is a prodigy who fought her way out of this pile of corpses! To participate in that damn selection competition, wouldn't that just be bullying those hothouse flowers?"
"Cai'er, go ahead with confidence! Bring that championship back to our battalion! Let those arrogant pampered soldiers in the alliance see what a real assassin is!"
Listening to the seemingly lighthearted jokes of these rough men and feeling their pure goodwill, a rare, faint yet incredibly sincere smile appeared on Cai'er's cool and aloof face.
She was not good with words to begin with, and all her words ultimately amounted to a single, forceful nod.
"Battalion Commander, my uncles and comrades, take care."
The blind girl turned around, her bamboo cane tapping on the hard stone slab with a crisp "tap-tap" sound.
Under the reluctant yet expectant gazes of all the soldiers of the First Infantry Battalion, Cai'er's petite black figure walked step by step into the sunlight, her sword pointing towards the Holy City, against the slightly bloody, cold wind outside the Exorcism Pass.