High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 1701 - 445: Above and Below the City

The fluffy brown hair floated uncertainly in the green ocean, like a mass of seaweed drifting with the tide.

A mantis demon wielded a huge machete, vibrating its wings, descended from the sky, and as it passed by this mass of ’seaweed,’ its scarlet giant eyes rolled, noticing this speck of ’impurity’ within sight. Thus, it slashed down with the long knife in its hand.

The pitch-black blade carried a whistling sound and a visible afterimage, landing on the mass of ’seaweed.’

But contrary to the mantis demon’s expectations, the blade didn’t feel the slightest resistance, as if slicing through a mass of foam, easily cutting the thick willow branches below the ’seaweed’ into several sections.

As for that mass of ’seaweed,’ it silently appeared several dozen meters away from the mantis demon, as if nothing had happened, continuing to sway forward slowly.

A dangerous glint flickered in the scarlet giant eyes of the mantis demon.

On this battlefield, what was most abundant was the urge for violence and destruction that surged from the deepest heart of everyone. Whether demons or wizards.

It howled fiercely, leaping in a single bound to the top of the fluffy brown hair, then the long knife danced, the blade tip imbued with a hint of the breath of annihilation, and on the pitch-black blade ignited a layer of Amaterasu flame, an eternal flame that burns the soul, never extinguishing before the soul is in ruins.

This slash was the mantis demon’s all-out effort.

Seeing the black blade about to fall on that fluffy brown hair, a golden stream of light suddenly appeared, intercepting under the black blade, then with a flick, a turn, a sweep, the black blade shattered in mid-air, and together with it, the triangular head of the mantis demon flew upward.

Until the last moment, it seemed not to understand what had happened, with a trace of ferocity and confusion still lingering on its long face.

"Boom!"

A mass of scorching flame appeared out of thin air, covering the triangular head, in a blink, the mantis demon’s head completely vanished from this world, leaving only wisps of blue smoke drifting with the wind. Its remaining limbs fell to the ground, relying on nerve reflexes to struggle a few more times, then were tangled and torn by the thick willow branches that came upon hearing, finally dragged into the depths of the earth. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Damn Great Willow Tree!"

A coarse voice cursed: "It’s slipperier than an eel... Jing Mutan, next time when burning, be quicker, don’t give the opponent a chance for an extra meal!"

"That’s if you guys can block those rampaging thick willow branches." A calm male voice replied: "According to the combat requirements, I can only prioritize dealing with demon heads."

"Stop arguing."

The golden stream of light traced a few elegant circles in the air, finally pausing before the fluffy hair, forming the shape of a small golden sword, the sword light vibrating, coalescing into a hazy wizard figure:

"Whose child are you? Why are you running around on the battlefield!"

Though the face was unclear, anyone hearing these words would seem to see a visage with a frown and severe eyes.

The mass of fluffy brown hair belonged to a round-faced little witch.

She wore a long black robe, although the style was very new, the robe seemed a bit large, the hem dragging among the thick branches, appearing somewhat burdensome. Hearing the wizard’s question, the little witch lifted the long robe hem, raising her head, revealing a bewildered face.

After a moment, she slowly asked in return, "What?"

"Whose child are you?" The coarse voice sounded a bit impatient.

This time, the little witch seemed to shake off the previous sleepwalking state, her eyes gaining a bit of clarity: "I am... Mom and Dad’s child... I am looking for Mom and Dad."

After finishing the last sentence, the clarity in her eyes seemed to increase slightly, she softly uttered ’ah,’ looking back at the tall inner castle walls in the distance, then lightly sighed, turning her gaze back to a collapsed castle on the left.

That was the ruins left behind after a duel between the dean of Starry Sky Academy and the captain of the Iceberg, both of Great Wizard Rank status.

The little witch sniffled, the clarity in her eyes scattered again, her expression vacant, murmuring, repeating that previous phrase: "I am looking for... Mom and Dad."

Before the words fell, her figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, when several wizards found the little witch again, the fluffy brown hair had already appeared dozens of meters away, lifting the long robe hem, stumbling, moving closer to that pile of collapsed ruins.

"Wait..."

A thin figure reached out a hand as if trying to grab the little witch’s robe.

But immediately, the blurred figure formed by the golden sword raised a hand to stop its teammate.

"Don’t waste energy."

The blurry figure stopped in a low voice: "She is already dead, not even considered a ghost... What we are seeing is just her last bit of obsession... So, don’t disturb her final thought."

Several figures silently appeared behind the golden hazy figure, quietly watching the departing back of the little witch.

"Damn Black Prison!"

"No... Damn demon!"

Several thick willow branches, with a hint of wind sound, slanted down, the willow branches’ tips blossomed with a glint of cold light, like a crisscrossing spear battle array. The newly emerged figures were directly pierced by the willow branches, yet didn’t leave a trace of blood.

The hazy figure retracted back into the small golden sword, the sword body vibrating, emitting a low, long sound, then scattered golden light, reducing those willow branches to a ground full of wood shavings.

This is the battlefield of wizards and demons.

It is also the place where life and death are the closest.

...

...

When Zheng Qing informed Jiang Yu and the Black Cat of his decision.

The Black Cat seemed a bit surprised.

The witch wore an expression of as if it had been expected.

"I will leave the defense on the wall to you two," the boy said apologetically, glancing at the witch, then looked at the Black Cat, with a solemn expression on his face: "...Please."

"Tch."

The Black Cat tilted its head, lifted its paw, waved it, three faint red slashes flew out in mid-air, like three rainbows, heavily slashing, and chopped both a just-leapt ’MiG King Bug’ and several thick willow branches beneath it into pieces.

Then the Black Cat turned back, with a face of impatience: "What did you just say?"

Zheng Qing chuckled, then looked toward Jiang Yu: "...If Principal Ruoyu or Mister Zhuge returns, you can tell them what happened. This is my sole decision... Don’t worry, I will be careful."

"Wait!"

The witch grabbed the boy’s robe sleeve with one hand, fumbling through her satchel: "Prepare first, prepare a little... Merlin Above! Below is full of demons, you can’t just rush down there directly."

Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds.

Then he grabbed the witch’s hand, pulling back his robe sleeve.

"Preparation is a good word,"

He forced a smile, then turned to look at the chaotic battlefield below the city: "But we can never be fully prepared, only gamble on some luck... While I still have enough courage, say a prayer for me."

Saying this, he blinked, stepped back, took a deep breath, and fell backward, headfirst off the city wall.

The witch’s outstretched hand clawed at the air twice.

The palm was icy cold.

"God bless..."

She murmured, repeating those four words, rushed forward, and leaned at the parapet to look down.

In just a blink of an eye, the fast-falling figure of the boy disappeared from her sight.