Chapter 117: Spirit Possession
The bustle of the day turns quiet as night falls.
After a hunt, the witch hunters held a bonfire party outside the manor. There was no good food or particularly good wine.
But for these bloodthirsty guys, just having the right atmosphere is enough.
They sat around the campfire, drinking heavily, those who knew each other were talking dirty, and those who unfortunately lost their companions were in a low mood, but it did not affect their fun.
Decades after the monster disaster, the survivors have learned to be realistic and enjoy life in the moment. These witch hunters make a living by hunting monsters.
But no one understands the world better than them.
They are just struggling.
The number of monsters in the Old World has exceeded the total number of survivors in the New Colony, and the ocean and the watchtowers on the coast of the New Colony cannot hold them back forever.
Once the monsters launch a large-scale attack, the new colony will fall in a flash.
The reason they are still alive is not because they are powerful.
It’s not because they are lucky. This illusion that they can still maintain their lives is built on the "kindness" of the monsters.
But the question is, do monsters have that thing?
Therefore, be happy while you can. Maybe when you open your eyes tomorrow, you will be able to witness the end of the new colony as monsters rush across the channel and drown it.
They drink heavily, trying to numb their fear with alcohol, or conversely, allow themselves to be lured by alcohol and drown themselves in the deep sea of fear.
Once a person gets drunk, his or her control naturally decreases.
Some stranger men and women walked arm in arm into the dark forest nearby, and then there were voices that made people think a lot.
It's very lively.
Lao Jiang's lackey Hake became a distinguished bloodline member and was soon accepted into the circle of the few surviving bloodline members.
He was lucky enough to be noticed by a drunken wealthy female bloodline who had spent a large sum of money to buy weapons from Jiangxia, and the two of them started doing unspeakable things in the forest.
Huck has a wife.
Pooh.
Scumbag!
But this is their way of life.
Su watched all this coldly.
This warrior from the wasteland rejected the advances of several girls. He just sat by the campfire, drinking cheap wine, and observing these witch hunters.
Then he came to a conclusion.
Although the witch hunters in this world possess unscientific powers, their lifestyle is not much different from that of the warriors in the wasteland.
If we have to say the difference, it may be that Su and his friends have already experienced the end of the world, while these witch hunters are still welcoming the arrival of the end of the world.
Su quietly turned on the camera of his artificial eye and recorded the scene before him.
Rogge might like these cultural landscapes that are different from the wasteland.
Hanhan was also very happy at this moment. His happiness was very simple. The drunk girls who were rejected by Su set their eyes on this burly bald man.
They used food to lure Hanhan to the forest, as if they wanted to try some "new dishes".
Hanhan is a little silly.
But he still has the instincts that a man should have.
Soon, Hanhan became even happier, and judging from the wanton cries of those intoxicated girls, they were also very happy.
As for Liu Hui.
It is probably the most hardworking employee under Jiang Xia. It has now run to the deepest part of the forest to look for more traces of monsters. It has not forgotten that it owes its boss a lot of money.
This will work hard and pay off those debts quickly.
Where is Jiangxia?
What is Jiang Xia doing now?
He is also enjoying himself.
However, this kind of happiness is different from the decadent happiness of the witch hunters. Boss has gotten rid of vulgar interests and is enjoying the elegant happiness of learning.
There was also a small bonfire next to the Baroness's carriage. Jiang Xia was sitting there, carefully watching the old hunter Saen opposite him, who was doing simple spiritual enchantment on the guns that Jiang Xia had sold.
Old Saan looked unhappy.
Of course.
He was sold out by Jiang Xia.
Previously, I promised those bloodline members who were generous enough to give me spirits in their weapons, but Jiang Xia didn’t know how to do that, so the promise could only be fulfilled by the old hunter.
"These few marks...Have you tried to possess a spirit before?"
Old Sane picked up Jiang Xia's HK rifle. In the firelight, he stroked the gun body of this simple and elegant gun, and soon discovered that there were marks left on the gun body.
He looked at Jiang Xia and said:
"Is this something you imitated?"
"Um."
Jiang Xia crossed her legs and said:
"I copied the marks on the witch-hunting weapon, but after carving it, it had no effect at all."
"How can a simple scratch have any effect?"
The baroness sitting on the other side chuckled. She was not wearing a veil at this moment. The firelight shone on her pale skin, giving her a bit of the vitality that a young girl should have.
Miss Helya played with the porcelain bottle Jiang Xia gave her and explained in a soft voice:
"Spirit possession is a method of controlling magic power that the earliest witch hunters learned from monsters. Since it is controlling magic power, there must be a carrier.
I think you are also curious, why the Vaslo Witch Hunt has been offering rewards for purchasing the ashes of low-level monsters?
The answer is simple.
This is not just about clearing the new colonies and protecting the civilians.
Those low-level ashes that no one pays attention to have a deeper purpose.
Ashes not only bring strange bloodline abilities to witch hunters, but they are also very important materials for attaching spirits. Only these magical ashes, combined with different carvings, can give weapons the effect of removing demons.
My father understood this very well.
He is not only a master of witch hunting, but also a master of spirit possession.
Unfortunately, I did not inherit his talent."
According to Miss Helya's explanation, old Sane had already started the work. Jiang Xia used the chip to replicate the marks on the gun body very accurately, and old Sane did not need to make any modifications.
He put on a slightly worn monocle, took out a few pens, and grabbed a handful of ashes that were as bright as embers from his side pocket.
Those are the remaining ashes of the ghouls.
Even the most tasteless local witch hunter would not choose such ashes for adventure. Tsk, this is another damn world where looks matter.
If those disgusting ghouls that stank of corpses could talk.
I will definitely use the swear words inherited from my ancestors to greet these bastards who care about appearance.
Under Jiang Xia's gaze, Old Saen carefully used the touchstone that was like a brush, picked up some ashes, and brushed them on the carvings.
He painted carefully, covering every scratch. Then he picked up a crystal bottle of green liquid, took out a few drops of liquid with a dropper, and dripped them on the scratches.
The applied embers immediately began to glow, as if stimulated.
This step seems to be crucial. Old Sane turned the Midas Touch over, and the other end was a diamond-shaped drawing pen, also stained with some ash.
A few thin lines were drawn back and forth between the notches to connect them together.
As the halo flows, the independent carvings are magically connected into a whole.
A faint spiritual energy covered and flowed on the gun.
Jiang Xia's eyes widened.
This is not over yet, there is one last step.
Old Saen put down the Midas Touch, took out something like a personal seal from his tool box, and mobilized his own magic power to inject it into it.
Carefully, he pressed it into the ashes, as if applying ink, and then pressed the seal into the center of several shiny notches.
As the magic power reverberated, it calmed the restless weak spiritual energy. The moment the seal was picked up, the light on the surface of the gun dimmed.
It seems to be the same as before.
But the inside is different.
“The production of a low-level demon-slaying mark is very simple. It only requires three runes. With the magic power of ashes, the weapon can be given a lower-level demon-slaying holy power.
Its magic power enveloped the gun body, so that every bullet fired would be temporarily given an exorcism effect, and its lethality against low-level monsters would be enhanced.
But this is only the entry-level application of spirit possession.”
Old Sarn picked up the gun and took aim in a formal manner. He said:
“What a shame for such a good gun.
Its amazing destructive power should be worthy of better engravings, such as blood and flesh severing or spirit gathering blasting, but your recklessness has turned this spirit-attached spear, which could have been a fine product, into an inferior one. "
“I didn’t know how to do that at the time.”
Jiang Xia smiled and was not angry at what Old Saen said. He took out the demon-killing revolver from his waist, put it in his hand, and asked the old hunter:
"What about this gun? You said this gun was Master Fleming's sidearm. I think the spirit attached to it must be very high-level, right?"
"That's natural."
Old Sane picked up another classic Colt 1911 and began to engrave it with a carving knife. As he worked, he said:
"This gun was made by the master. It was a gift for the young lady's seventh birthday. The master used four high-level spirits on the gun: 'Ghost Slash', 'Sacred Power Gathering', 'Spirit Gathering Blast', and 'Evil Objects Repel'.
It allows it to suppress ghost-type monsters and dispel low-level monsters, especially the complex high-level spirit-attaching formation of .
Allow it to automatically absorb magic power from the outside world.
It does not require the use of one's own magic power to activate, and can be used by ordinary people for self-defense, and the mark of the evil spirits can disperse weak monsters within 120 feet around the body. "
"No wonder I took it and swaggered around the manor for several laps, but no monster pounced on me."
Jiang Xia pursed his lips, thinking of the pistol in his hand, and said:
"I thought I was just lucky, but it turns out it was all because of this."
As he spoke, Jiang Xia looked at the exquisite little revolver in his hand with some regret. He turned his head and threw the gun to the baroness who was dozing off beside him.
The latter looked at the pistol in his arms in astonishment and looked at Jiang Xia in confusion.
Lao Jiang dropped his cigarette, crossed his legs, and said slowly:
“I don’t know your father.
But I know why he gave you this gun as a gift. I love money, but I'm not bad enough to steal a little girl's birthday present.
Take it back.
It must mean a lot to you, and your father must have kept other weapons, so just give me another one."
Lao Jiang's words gave the baroness a complicated expression.
She glanced at Uncle Sane, who was working with his head down, and said softly:
“There are monsters under the castle, and they are very powerful. I won’t lie to you, stranger.
My family has fallen since my father left. The weapons payment to the witch hunters today is the last legacy of the Helford family.
Even if you help us get rid of the monster, I can't give you more compensation except the spirit-binding book left by my father. I think that a person like you will not pursue ordinary money, right?
That thing.
I have a lot.”
"It doesn't matter. As long as I have the book, it's fine."
Jiang Xia looked at the lively bonfire party of the witch hunters and said:
"I have earned enough this time. If you feel bad, why not tell me more about these ashes, their classification and mystery.
I’m very interested.”
“There’s nothing much to say about this. Any monster that is transformed by dark magic will produce ashes. No matter how high the ashes are, the bloodline abilities obtained after burning are very elementary.
You need to practice constantly to increase its power."
Old Sarn, who was standing by the campfire, did not raise his head. The old butler, who was wearing a tuxedo, had his hair combed meticulously, and was very skilled, said in a deep voice:
“The biggest problem with this kind of primitive ash is that the abilities it grants are random. For example, if you burn a ghoul, you might get a pair of sharp bone claws, but there’s also a high chance that you’ll be stained with the stench of a corpse.
Even if you conquer a powerful monster, if you burn it rashly, you will most likely only get the lowest level of physical enhancement.
This is a job that relies on luck.
A smart person like you must understand that playing cards with fate without preparation is not courage, but stupidity.
Recklessly burning ashes indiscriminately in the hope of getting the necessary bloodline ability is absolutely the act of a madman.
The safest method at present is to obtain the ashes left by the witch hunters who died in battle through the channels of the Witch Hunting Society. Their ashes have the ability to be frozen, and as long as they are burned, they will be inherited completely.
Minimize the risk and still have room for choice.
After all, no matter how powerful a witch hunter is, there is always a limit to the pain he can endure."
After he finished the spirit possession task at hand, he raised his head and looked at Jiang Xia.
explain:
"But reducing the risk means the price is high, which is a luxury game that ordinary people in our world can never afford."
“Expensive things are not necessarily good, but good things are definitely expensive. Everyone should understand this.”
Jiang Xia nodded, glanced at the castle that was covered in shadows in the dark night, and changed the subject, asking:
"Are the offerings enough?"
"Um."
Old Saen nodded. He didn't want to say too much on this issue, so he said vaguely:
"The magical wind direction in the manor has become cold enough, it is enough to open the seal."
"Your Helford family has such a good relationship with the Vaslo Witch Hunting Society. Now that you are back to do something big, won't those witch hunting masters come to help?"
Jiang Xia played with the cigarette in his hand and said:
"Is it just a superficial brotherhood? Or is there something else going on?"
"You have too many questions."
Old Sarn whispered:
"This is the internal affairs of the Helford family. Even if the Witch Hunters want to help, I won't let them interfere."
"Okay, I won't ask anymore."
Old Jiang's eyes moved back and forth between Miss Helya and Old Saen several times. He spread his hands and said bluntly:
"I've said in advance that if the situation gets bad, my people and I will retreat immediately. We're here to do business, not to risk our lives."
"Yeah, I understand."
Old Sarn threw some wood on the fire, and as the flames crackled he said:
"Do not worry."
"This time, I'm sure."
