God-level Demon Hunter

The lake girl paid attention to the demon hunter's expression, "This time you ran back and forth to solve the crisis for me, and the connection became closer. I can share some deeper secrets of this world."

"Remember my words, the most precious thing in this world is not money, power, or magical weapons, but the soul."

"For many ancient beings from the 'wild land', the soul is an important resource to enhance their strength. The blood gems infused with souls are equivalent to a special currency."

"At the cost of your soul, you can borrow the power of some ancient existence and hire them to serve you. Of course, they are very cunning, you have to be careful, be careful that they take it without warning."

An image of a tramp flashed in Roy's mind, and this was not referring to the mirror master.

It now appears that many ancient beings knew each other's existence.

"To you too?"

"I don't play with the soul, I only desire pure faith."

"Rudolph is not the only one stored in the gem?"

"My most devout believer, the murloc who died in the battle, and the heroic Knight of the White Rose are also inside."

"What are you going to do with them?"

The goddess bit her lip and frowned slightly, revealing a tinge of affection and sadness, "Entering the blood gem is only the first step, right away, I will take you to witness their fate."

Roy was silent for a moment, and asked what was buried in his heart, "Ma'am, without your intervention, where would they go after death?"

During this period of time, he has seen countless deaths, but he has not seriously thought about this question. Is there an afterlife in the world of demon hunters?

Just in front of him was an ancient and powerful being who could answer his questions.

"There are three possibilities..." The Lake Lady looked very patient, "The first possibility is to mutate into ghost-like dirty things, the demon spirits in the demon hunter population, and the spirit in the painting. But this is very bad. It is obsessions that forcibly stay in the real world, and obsessions are often painful memories of the past, lingering in them is tantamount to a kind of torture, and it will never end. Only when you are killed can you be freed."

"The second possibility..." The lake girl suddenly looked not far away, and there was a commotion, but it was Yada who brought a few white rose knights who swore allegiance to her, and rushed to the remaining nine who were bound into rice dumplings. The knight yelled loudly, probably threatening and luring, while the demon hunter Leto watched coldly.

"In a very short time, after a few minutes or a few hours, it completely disappears, the body dies, and the soul cannot exist alone."

There was a panic in Roy's heart for no reason. If the soul also dissipated, where would it go?Endless darkness, unknown nothingness?

"The third possibility is to be swallowed and imprisoned by some existence."

……

"Now, my knight, come and be a witness, the final destination of my believers." The lake girl noticed his sudden change of expression, and suddenly stretched out her hand, and the moist mist immediately enveloped the demon hunter's whole body, like a The shower boat suspended in the air carried him staggeringly away from the center of Black Tern Island and flew to the edge of the lake.

Vivienne slowly landed on the surface of the lake, her long and gorgeous tail soaked in the lake, picked up a handful of clear lake water with her slender hands, let it pass through her fingers, and then soaked the blood gem full of souls into the lake water, gently a pinch.

The blood gem shattered.

All of a sudden, more than ten strands of black smoke poured into the lake, and she breathed lightly, and beautiful fish with colorful scales and short beards were born from the black smoke, swimming around her lively, touching her intimately. touch her body.

She bathed in the lake water and rotated her body, her slender fingertips touched the fish around her one by one, she let out a silvery laugh, her pretty face was full of joy.

After a warm play, the fish shook their beautiful tails and shook their heads at her, dived into the water and disappeared into the depths of Lake Vizima.

Witnessing the whole process, the extremely shocked demon hunter stretched out his hand to control the violently trembling pendant around his neck.

"These fish are your dead believers?"

In the horizon of observation, these colorful little guys are not real fish, but purely composed of surging magic power, which can be called water spirits.

Vivienne raised her palm-sized face, her exquisite facial features were coated with holy sunshine, and her voice was forceful, "As a daughter of Lake Vizima, the only thing I can do is to create a water-like face. The body, for their souls to live in after death. Afterwards, another wonderful life will start in the kingdom at the bottom of Lake Vizima."

"Let my poor believer's soul not be exposed to the air and turn into nothingness."

This is the benefit of believing in the Lady of the Lake?Believers of death continue to live in another unique way.

At this moment, the prayer that has been heard countless times sounded in the demon hunter's mind-may your souls meet again in the kingdom of the goddess Melitelli.

And the kingdom at the bottom of Lake Vizima is not equivalent to the divine kingdom of the lady in the lake in a certain sense.

"Then are their memories still there?"

"This is a brand new life. They will exist as reborn water elves. When Lake Vizima is attacked, they will become guards again."

Roy is silent and has no memory, which is better than disappearing completely.

……

"Where's the stone I gave you last time?"

Roy spread out his hand and took out a blood gem. It was extremely pure and did not contain any faith or soul.

"I have a question... This blood gem has been kept by you for more than two months, but you haven't collected any souls, not to mention people, not even beasts. This is unreasonable, unless you didn't kill any souls during this time anything."

The demon hunter rubbed his temples and recalled, "The wolves and wild dogs in the suburbs, the white widow centipede in Brokleon, and the demon spirits in the Virireth family cemetery. During this time, my sword never stopped."

"This is the crux of the problem. The blood gems cannot disappear for no reason without collecting their souls."

"Where do the souls of the lives I kill go?"

Roy pondered for a moment, and soon came to an astonishing conclusion, "The soul of Rudolph, who used Guvithil to commit suicide just now, was collected by the blood gem, and I didn't gain any experience. Could this be the secret of the template?"

Anything he actively kills, a soul, and a certain quality will be converted into a template experience.

"Have you thought of the answer?" The lake girl took a step closer to him, her green algae-like hair brushed against the witcher's face with the wind blowing from the lake, her clear eyes stared at the witcher expectantly, as if An endless vortex that sucks people's energy and soul into it.

"I have told you all my secrets, Knight of Lake Vizima... I hope you will also tell the truth."

Roy shook his head, moved his lips, and finally said nothing. He couldn't make up an excuse in a hurry, but he would never tell anyone his biggest secret.

"Don't you want to share it with me?" The lake girl suddenly lowered her eyes, shook her head slightly, and pouted her petal-like soft lips, "I won't force you, one day, you will willingly reveal all the secrets."

"Changing the subject now, how did you activate teleportation before you killed Aza Javid?"

The lady in the lake really saw everything in her eyes.

"Drinking grass decoction, a kind of ability produced after body mutation," Roy remembered Oakes' warning, "It can only be teleported in a very short distance, and at the same time consumes a lot of magic power."

Vivienne breathed a sigh of relief, not sure if she believed his words.

"This time you act for me, there is always a reward. I will give you three choices, and you can choose one of them as a reward."

"First, there are some ancient gold coins stored in the ruins of the kingdom at the bottom of the lake. I can give you some of them. According to Yada, it is about a thousand crowns based on the current price."

"Second, give Arondette to me, and I will further strengthen its power for you."

"Third," the lake girl glanced at the outline of the demon hunter's face, his pupils, and his slightly sharp ears, "I noticed that the magic power fluctuations on your body are too weak, and I can give you part of the blood essence , strengthen it."

"That Leto..."

"Didn't you find out? Your teacher didn't make a move the whole time, obviously he doesn't agree with our behavior and philosophy. Naturally, he doesn't deserve this reward!"

Chapter 15 Gryphon Transfiguration

Whether it is to choose a large amount of money or strengthen Arondette, it is very attractive, but after all, there are other ways, and in terms of enhancing magic power, the demon hunter can't think of other ways.

After careful consideration, he chose the third reward.

"I guessed your choice!"

The lake girl's slender fingers touched between the white teeth, and then flicked lightly.

A round, golden drop of blood flew out from her fingertips, flew in front of Roy, and spun round and round.

He moved his nose, and an intoxicating and intoxicating fragrance of plants and trees wafted over. After only one sip, his whole body felt light and warm, which was more alluring than the finest wine.

Roy stared at the blood drop, his Adam's apple wriggled uncontrollably, forcibly suppressing the desire in his heart.

"I am the daughter of the lake. My blood contains rich magic power. After adding special blessings, the effect is no less than a potion of elixir. Swallowing it will strengthen the magic power." Vivienne winked at him playfully, "There is no need to feel guilty. As a knight of Lake Vizima, the stronger you are, the safer I will be."

Roy no longer struggled.

Opening his mouth and inhaling, the blood droplets in mid-air were sucked into his mouth.

This liquid is not as cold as lake water, it is comparable to human body temperature, and in the warmth, there is a faint smell of deep memory.

As the witcher recalled it, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, his body became more relaxed, and the thoughts in his mind became chaotic.As if returning to the baby period of the mother's body, the body hugged the knees and curled up spontaneously.

There was only a constant surge of warm liquid, exchanging his internal and external substances like amniotic fluid.

He fell into a deep sleep.

Time flies during magic transformation, just like the quicksand on the fingertips that cannot be caught.

When the demon hunter woke up again, he felt a chill all over his body. When he looked up, he saw a full moon in the sky shining with clear light, reflecting his position.

On the lonely and quiet Black Tern Island, there was no one but him, not even a single insect could be heard, and the silence was like a cemetery.

He stretched himself, and the bones all over his body made a crackling sound.

The crotch was also cool, and when I looked down, I found that the surface of the skin was covered with a layer of sticky lumpy liquid. When the layer of mucus was peeled off, the wound on the shoulder healed into pink scars.

He has maintained a high-intensity exercise for a long time, and the demon hunter has a slender and well-proportioned body. His muscles are not underdeveloped, but they are strong and full of streamlined beauty, full of explosive power.

He also has six-pack abs.

But here comes a problem.

He was naked, like a naked eel—

Late at night on Black Tern Island, the witcher stood in the cold wind with dazed eyes. After a long time, a chuckle echoed from the distant lake.

"The lady in the lake is hiding it before punishing me?" He shook his head and sighed softly, "Do you think this will make it difficult for me?"

My thoughts were concentrated in the space, and in an instant, a brand new set of linen underwear appeared in my arms, with a large hooded cloak attached.

He always likes to stockpile supplies just in case.

After washing his body in the water of the lake, he changed into new clothes, and then sat on a burnt wooden stake to check his condition.

A row of eye-catching records appeared in the template——

"You drink the blessed blood essence (Vivienne, Lady of the Lake), and some of your attributes have been permanently improved."

Constitution: 11.8→12

Health: 158 → 160

Spirit: 12.5→14

Mana: 165→180

Charisma: 7 → 8

……

Adding up a round of renovations, the attributes increased by more than two points, which is equivalent to the benefits of two upgrades, and the biggest increase is in the spiritual attributes, which can alleviate the embarrassment of his lack of magic power.

But his physique was only slightly improved, but his charisma was increased by a full point, which he did not expect.

With the reflection of the lake surface, the demon hunter's facial features did not change much, but there were some adjustments in the subtleties, such as a slightly softer facial contour, more delicate skin, and brighter and deeper dark gold pupils, as if hiding stars.

"Vivian is still so generous."

Roy couldn't help thinking, since the blood of the lady in the lake can improve attributes, does the blood of the legendary dragon also have a similar effect?

When you have the strength in the future, you must find a giant dragon to try.

……

After he understood all the changes in his body, most of the lights in Vizima City on the other side of the lake were extinguished, and it quietly entered the middle of the night.

Using the moonlight to search through the water plants by the island, I found a broken wooden boat, spent half a day paddling to the shore of the lake, stepped on the wet mud and sand, and got into the woods on the shore of the lake, blowing the cool night wind, Gazing into the deep night.

Roy became interested.

Now that the problem of the lake girl has been solved, it is better to try Kalkstein's spell crystal.

Sink into the template and summon the mount!

A flower in front of my eyes——

Surrounded by several bushes, on the clearing covered with moist green grass, the bright moonlight suddenly illuminated a calf-sized beast with the head of a eagle and the body of a lion.

It curled its body and lay on its side, its two gray wings seemed to be covered by feathers, slowly rising and falling with the snoring sound of "hoo, hoo".

The dark golden eyes swept over the body, and the witcher smiled, and rushed forward to hug the sleeping griffin tightly, buried his face in the warm wings, and greedily rubbed against it, however, The smile on his face suddenly froze.

Griffons have the bad habits of most wild animals. They have a very strong body odor, and they have been kept in cages for a long time. They probably didn't take a bath during the period. The smell can kill people.

The witcher messed around, but woke Golfin out of his dream.

"Goo!" With a low growl, it turned its head angrily, but when its big, black eyes turned to the familiar face, its momentum instantly died down, and the growl in its mouth turned into a begging "woo hoo!" Noisy, neck close to the witcher's chest, raised his head to lick his face.

"Hiss—it stinks to death! Stop! Golfin, swallow your saliva, immediately, immediately!"

"Gollum-gollum-"