All Chapters of Hunters: The Prequel: Chapter 801 - Chapter 810

The Blood King moved swiftly. Although it was several meters tall, it moved with the speed of a wind wielder at the peak of his process. In one simple leap, it was before Destiny and Red Rose, its sword arm swinging towards the two in a sweeping move that sought to take both out at the same time!*Whoooo*The wind pressure generated by the sword slash was akin to the forceful howl of a raging tornado. The winds tore at the ground and created several lacerations in the earth. The wind was so strong that a house would have been uprooted quite easily if it stood in its path; yet neither Destiny nor Red Rose was moved by the strong wind. Though the debris stung their eyes, those orbs remained opened and focused, their gazes fixed onto the sword that sought their lives. The two stood silently, unperturbed by the noise that drowned everything and crushed drums of the ear. It was not until the powerful blade was only a meter away from them that they moved.*Boom*The two moved at the same ti

The Blood King was sent flying backwards by the powerful strike, its formerly compact chest sporting a new crack where Destiny had struck it. Unlike when it was sent flying the first time, its retreat was not as lengthy, for it recovered quickly enough to save itself the embarrassment of running a few kilometres to get back; however, its owner was unhappy with its performance.Looking at the new injury on the Blood King’s chest, Chief Priest Kaka could not help but frown in annoyance. While the Blood King’s regenerative abilities meant that the crack would disappear in no time – and it actually had in the few seconds that it took to replant its feet upon the surface of the earth once more – the fact that something that had been summoned with most of his power was getting knocked around like a ragdoll left a bitter taste in the Necromancer’s mouth. While he acknowledged that the Bood King was this unreliable because he as the owner had to little combat experience to pass over to the cr

Since he met her fist with hers, she met his elbow with hers. With skill that could only be displayed by Battle Gods with a vast amount of experience, Red Rose carefully deflected the strike, pushing Village Head Samoa before her as a result. Yet, the Unwed Widow was not done. The energy that Village Head Samoa had infused into his elbow was absorbed by Red Rose, going against the natural law that Barbarians could not use inner energy. Well, that law was still in effect, for while she was able to accept inner energy, it was only for a short while. Soon that energy would dissipate. That was, if it was nit going to be used; but that was not what Parried Reflection was about. There was no wasting when it came to techniques created by geniuses. Besides, that was exactly what Parried Reflection was meant to do. Absorb the energy of an opponent, reinforce it with outer energy, and cause it to burst out. As for what would burst out, it was better to experience it for oneself than to hear abo

“Do you really want to do this? Do you truly believe that this is right?” Asherah looked upon the face of the man she had once considered her mentor. Staring at his aged and experienced eyes threatened to bring tears to her own. How could her own mentor have been the one to take away from her the desire to end her terrible fate? For had he not interfered, Pazuzu would have been dead by now.“Even if you had killed him here, it would not have made any difference. Do you really think that this is the only body the King has? Do you assume that he was sealed in only one place? There are a total of three sealing locations. You merely tried to deal with one.” Old Fan spoke with a serene expression on his face. He was calm about everything that was happening and didn’t see his faults. How could he when he was not the one in the wrong?“I know that there are other sealing locations. If I didn’t know something as simple as that, I could never call myself your disciple.” Asherah stated, her wor

In Camelot, once understanding of the blade was crucial. It was this understanding that separated the peasants from the knights of the round table. It was the power of the sword that gave Camelot its title and fame, and it was that power that set its king apart from the rest. But that was also their bane. The swords of Camelot were prouder than the knights that wielded them, and even among the knights, the swords would not easily allow themselves to be used. Durandal was the same. It was blade that belonged to Old Fan’s son and had failed to acknowledge the old man himself. Whenever Old Fan used Durandal, he gave up part of his life as tribute. But, even Durandal had a monarch, for just as there was a monarch in Camelot, there was a monarch of swords, and that monarch had an arbitrator. The sword monarch was a blade that was considered royalty and a fable, and its arbitrator was the sword that led one to the royal blade, Caliburn.Old Fan held Durandal in his left hand, and Caliburn i