High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 1702: Chapter 446: The Oxpecker of the Great Willow Tree

Whether someone is handsome or not is a matter of a moment.

Pain, however, can persist for a long time.

Even though he continuously used several Dancing in the Air charms and Cloud Climbing charms, the harsh magic environment of the Black Prison Battlefield greatly reduced the effectiveness of these Talismans. Several Talisman papers burned to ashes in an instant; several FuLu burned halfway and then completely extinguished and failed; there was even a Dancing in the Air charm that exploded with a bang after being ignited, its power comparable to a premium Explosion charm, causing Zheng Qing to break out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, he was wealthy enough to pull out a large number of FuLu without blinking to waste them.

Despite this, he still couldn’t land steadily. As he approached the base of the city wall, several slender willow branches shot up mid-air, striking him down heavily from mid-air.

When the young Wizard gritted his teeth and got up from the ground filled with rubble, intending to fish out some plaster from his bag to slap onto himself, he suddenly felt the sky turn much darker, and the glow from the two Suns instantly disappeared.

The boy slowly raised his head.

It was those lively willow branches again.

The willow branches extending from the Great Willow Tree at the gap of the outer fortress spread out like a green carpet, covering the entire Keiform Flight Land; truly embodying the saying ”a single tree making a forest.”

Beneath the willow branches was a dense mass of air roots, like columns, supporting this green ocean. Besides the Iceberg that had crashed, the other three Great Demon ships were all anchored in the green ocean.

Of course, hoping these willow branches could benefit all things without contention like real seawater was unrealistic. They were the tentacles of the Hundred-Armed Giant KOTOS and the Great Willow, spreading like vines everywhere, crawling up the city walls, penetrating the Wizards’ Defensive Magic Array, and swinging thick clubs at the Wizards deep in the battlefield.

At this moment, the willow branches appearing above Zheng Qing’s head were entangling, writhing, forming a massive skeletal claw that moved its fingers slowly, intending to crush a buzzing mosquito.

Unlike the slender willow rods that swatted the Warlock earlier, the branches constituting the monstrous claw were thicker and sturdier, emanating an iron-grey color as if metallic. Zheng Qing had no doubt that if this claw came down, he’d be turned into a mass of pulp.

Just after jumping off the city wall, for safety’s sake, he had stuffed the Charm Gun into the Grey Cloth Bag to prevent any accidents, intending to take it out after he had his foothold on the ground.

Just that little oversight.

Left him in a defenseless situation, watching as the monstrous claw descended from the sky, the phrase ”dying before accomplishing anything” flashing through his mind as a slightly tragic epitaph, without recollection of even a single effective Spell.

Bang.

Several intersecting red lights flashed through the boy’s field of vision, and the massive wooden claw woven by the willow branches shattered thunderously among those red lights, transforming into countless wood chips that fell like rain.

Zheng Qing gasped for breath, quickly retrieved the Charm Gun, then lifted his head and desperately looked upward. On the battlefield, magic power permeated the air, the atmosphere like glass covered in ice flowers, and the young public fee student could only vaguely make out a pair of dark red eyes and half a figure leaning out of the battlement.

He smiled, tightening A hand on the Charm Gun and waved the other hand upward in acknowledgment.

Then turned around, charging into a world that resembled a dense forest.

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Similar to the Silent Forest, the branches and air roots derived from the Great Willow Tree were dense and flourishing, forcibly carving out a layer of the World that belonged to the plants on the battlefield.

Unlike the Silent Forest, this green World lacked the basic friendliness toward Wizards.

The thick willow rods sprawled freely across the ground, resembling giant pythons about to hibernate, sluggish and clumsy, yet exuding a dangerous aura; the lush air roots dangled from mid-air, piercing into the originally desolate Black Prison wasteland’s depths like straws, greedily sucking up the newly born magic power surging from the ground; and then there were those chaotic magic torrents scattered by the encounters between the Big Wizards and the Great Demons, hidden in every corner of the dense forest, any carelessness would get one Torn Into Pieces.

At first, while navigating through this dense forest, Zheng Qing was exceptionally cautious—just like every Wandering Hunter entering a new Hunting Ground cautious—he couldn’t step on any bit of tender green bud, lest he provoked these wooden-headed beings, for any interference with the air roots’ magic power seizing and willow rods’ growth would incur a merciless attack from the entire dense forest.

But soon, the young Wizard realized that the battlefield and the Hunting Ground had fundamentally different rules.

In the Hunting Ground, when the Hunters and the prey are evenly matched, there remains room for compromise and retreat; whereas on the battlefield, Wizards and Demons engage in fights where life and death are at stake.

Moreover, on the battlefield, straightforward and brutal methods trump all fancy Skills.

Bam!

Bam bam!

The Remington’s deep roar resonated one after another, carving out wide-open vistas within the young Wizard’s vision, with shattered willow branches flying skyward and rustling to the ground.

Zheng Qing had four Armor Horse Charms strapped to his legs, and he dashed forward like a wisp of smoke, following the path opened by the Charm Gun.

To avoid the excessive power of the Blood Symbol Bullet from harming the Wizards on the battlefield, Zheng Qing chose to condense the drawn Magic Power directly into Fu Bullets within the magazine. Although this significantly weakened the Charm Gun’s power, it greatly enhanced safety.

At the very least, he didn’t have to worry about one shot collapsing the Black Prison’s side wall or blowing up a passing Wizard.

The enraged Great Willow Tree fully mobilized to eliminate this despicable pest, the green ocean seeming to boil over, countless thick willow branches weaving around the young public fee student, constructing heavy tree walls, but instantly these iron-grey thick wood walls shattered with a bang in the Remington’s deep roar.

Fu Bullets contaminated with Forbidden Spell Aura were not something a few small willow branches could block.

Just like an angry crocodile can’t kill cavities between its teeth, a fierce rhino can’t crush fleas in the folds of its skin. To the Great Willow Tree, Zheng Qing was a cavity and a flea, and it could only, and must, seek the aid of its ’cattle egrets.’

The ’cattle egrets’ summoned by the Great Willow Tree were naturally the Demons on the battlefield.

When Zheng Qing once again blasted the ’wooden wall’ in front and burst through the flying debris and skyward breaking branches, he was dumbfounded to find, right in front of him, stood dozens of hideously shaped, various Demons all in battle array—not only the pink ’MiG King Bug’ he had seen on the city wall, but also Withered Treeman, Hellhound, Death Knight, Abomination, Flame Demon, Eyeless Tyrant, and many other powerful monsters he had only seen in Books.

Sears of scarlet hues reflected greed and cruelty from their eyes, powerful Auras rose to the sky yet interconnected, and towering figures shadowed the sky’s two Suns, casting deep and dense shadows before the young Wizard.

Zheng Qing felt like he was witnessing Demons from the Abyss hosting a grand banquet.

And he was the only bread roll on the table.