God-level Demon Hunter

"Shh-"

The slanted blade pierced straight into "Fire Man"'s chin and penetrated into the brain. The witcher got another short body, went around its armpit to the left, and avoided the pounce. The dark gold pupils glowed red— —Shock!

In an instant, the batwing demon's burning body was bound by invisible tentacles, and its feet staggered, and its running body lost its balance and fell head-on.

And Roy took a deep breath, held the blade behind its buttocks, and sent Arondette forward again, completely, without a reason!

This time, "Pyroman" stuck to the ground, and his whole body, including the ends of his fingers, began to twitch. In just five seconds, he couldn't get up again.

"Kill the Batwing Demon, experience +200 (2400/3500)!"

"Gorfin?!"

Roy swayed and almost fell to the ground. He shook his head violently, turned around and picked up the dying little beast, took a few mouthfuls of the calendula potion, and at the same time sank into the template, activating the healing ability.

With the remaining 20 points of magic power in the body being deducted.

Its aura strengthened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the pink paw moved...

"Woof!" The little guy opened his dark eyes, and there was a trace of lively life on his fluffy face, and he licked the demon hunter's palm with his wet tongue.

"Huh... buddy, you scared me to death! Don't take such risks again!" Roy held it up, put his face against his face, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"You know, you saved my life!"

I also felt a little bit of admiration in my heart, the griffin was worthy of being the proudest and bravest animal, it dared to face the Batwing Demon at such a young age.

"What reward do you want?!"

"Wow... woof!"

"Okay, I won't train for these two days, let you take a good rest! Of course, your favorite rabbit meat is enough! Let's go, it's time to see some knights."

"Wow, woof, woof!"

Chapter 26 Branding

In the middle of the night, the Vizima Avenue was extremely empty, and there were no figures, not even the patrolling guards.

A harsh grinding noise suddenly came from the corner of the street.A rickety figure dragged a stretcher as tenaciously as a farm bull and moved forward slowly.Two men covered in blood and in a coma were tied up on the stretcher, and the other hand of this figure was supporting a man with a broken arm.

He was equivalent to the weight of three strong men alone. He was sweating profusely while walking, his chest heaved violently, and his panting sound was as heavy as a broken bellows.

"Master... why don't you let us go first." The knight supported by him said weakly, and then his face was distorted due to the severe pain.

"Let's deal with the batwing demon together... a comrade in arms." Sweat flowed into the corners of the witcher's eyes, he blinked in discomfort, and smiled weakly at the knight, "You want me to abandon my comrades, are you looking down on me?"

"A comrade-in-arms?" Mars looked a little dazed. He never thought that he would be recognized by the butcher of the sewer.The witcher doesn't seem to want to be as difficult to get along with as the legend says.

"Hold on a little longer, we'll be there soon!"

"Um……"

Before the demon hunter ran out of strength, he finally saw those familiar faces. Four burly men rushed down from upstairs and carried them into the room.

……

"How's the injury?"

"Death can't die." Berengar took off his white apron and blood-stained leather gloves, "Those two guys with severed limbs..."

"Yagon and Zerin."

"I've fixed their bones, stitched up their wounds, and they can recover after a few months of recuperation. The remaining one is the most seriously injured, with several broken ribs, but he is lucky, the broken bones are intact and do not need to be cleaned up. , and no internal organs were injured or internal bleeding." Berengar sighed, "It's a pity that the environment here is poor, and I can barely treat his injuries and hang his life. Wait until tomorrow, and you must ask Princess Adda to ask for a change." A professional doctor will treat him, and of course it would be best to let the lady in the lake do it herself."

Roy expressed his gratitude sincerely, "I didn't expect that you are not only a master casting master, but also a good hand at healing patients!"

"It's not proficient. As a mercenary, I'm often injured, so I know some first aid methods after a long illness." Belengar glanced at the few demon hunters who came around, "Tell me, boy, what is going on in the sewers?" What happened? How did they get hurt so badly?"

……

The demon hunters gathered around a rectangular table, on which were two bloody, terrifying heads from the two-headed batwings.

Their mouths are wide open revealing a mouthful of jagged teeth. Their slender tongues were ripped out of their mouths and hung on their chins in a knot. Their scarlet eyeballs looked like half a rotten pomegranate. Perhaps they had suffered too much pain during their lifetime. They can't rest in peace until they die.

Lei Suo stroked the horns on the top of the batwing demon's head, and his palms slid down along the horns. The entire surface of the skull felt as tough as cowhide, and there were horns like lizards growing on it. Big mouth, and observe the condition of their mouth and teeth like observing the teeth of horses.

"Judging from the teeth, this batwing demon is less than five years old, and the other is more than 20 years old. To meet them, your luck is worse than Keweier's salted fish." The bald man carefully looked up and down the disciple again After making sure that he didn’t lack any arms or legs, he said happily, “How on earth did you do it? Take three crappy white rose knights and kill two batwing demons. It’s a miracle!”

"I bet those three brothers didn't last five seconds!"

"The batwing demon is one of the enemies I hate the most. It is fast and full of strength." Serrit folded his hands on his chest, with a solemn expression, "If it were me, I would capsize in the gutter if I was not careful!"

"A remarkable achievement! Well done, Roy!" Oakes squeezed the young man's shoulders with admiration, "To defeat a batwing demon before the age of 20, as far as I know, no one in our school can do it , even Grandmaster Ivar."

"Kill two heads at once, among all the demon hunters, you are like this..." He gave a thumbs up.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the young companion, who was slumped on the wicker chair, gently and regularly stroking the hot belly and soft back of the puppy, and Golfin squinted his eyes comfortably , The beard on the side of the mouth trembled slightly, and let out a call of "hu...hu".

"Actually, only one Batwing Demon appeared at the beginning," Roy explained. "I followed Lei Suo's reminder, and I took the first step to injure it with Dragon's Dream, and then teamed up with the three White Rose Knights to eliminate it."

"Four people, take the lead," Lei Suo pondered, "If you cooperate tacitly, it is not impossible to kill a young bat-winged demon. As the inferior species of low-level vampires, bat-winged demons often have no brains. But the other big guy can't be ignored!"

"It came late, it showed up after the death of my 'little brother', and then seriously injured the three knights in one fell swoop, and I..." Roy paused, staring at the little beast, and said softly, "Gorfin Only by saving my life can I successfully counter-kill this 'this beast'."

"Save you? Don't be kidding, this little thing isn't big enough to fit between the teeth of a batwing magic, how can I save you?" Oakes looked disbelieving,

"It jumped up and blocked a blow for me!"

"Are you serious?" The demon hunters next to him looked at Goerfein with different eyes in an instant.

"of course."

"Then it's a good dog!" Oakes reached out to touch the dog's head, but Gorfin flashed past him in an instant, "Brave, loyal...to be able to escape from the claws of the batwing devil, life is hard enough! When we buy a piece of land, This little thing is in charge of the nursing home!"

"It doesn't have to be a dog!" Roy whispered, "But to defeat the Batwing Demon, I even used a trick!"

"Trick, what trick do you have, why don't we know?" Oakes clenched his fists and approached the witcher step by step, "Little slick, don't forget that I taught you swordsmanship, I am very familiar with your skills Clearly, it is absolutely impossible to single out the Batwing Demon. Tell me the truth now, don't try to fool the past!"

"Two dragon dreams, and my space ability, by surprise!"

Oakes was barely satisfied with the answer, with provocative eyes,

"It seems that your skills have improved a lot recently. When you recover, let's compete again?"

"my pleasure!"

"Where are the precious parts of the Batwing Demon's body and the mutation inducers?" Serrit asked next to him, "You won't just throw them away in the sewer along with the corpse, will you?"

"I never waste anything of value..." Roy put his arm on the wicker chair, barely propped up his body, and placed a fist-sized, oval-shaped mutation inducer on the table.

Roughly equivalent to normal grade.

"Roy, keep the mutants for yourself. These two heads..." Oakes squinted and turned to the side. "Give me one, make it into a trophy, and hang it in a saddle bag!"

It is a hobby of very few demon hunters to make specimens of monster heads and hang them in saddle bags. This can show their strength, deter Xiaoxiao, and attract business, but Roy doesn't like it, because it is too ostentatious.

"help yourself!"

"It's a pity that it's not a bat-wing brain demon..." Oakes looked at the ferocious animal head with a slight regret on his face, "Otherwise, if you hang it in the saddle bag, which blind guy would dare to provoke me?!"

The difference between the bat-wing brain demon and the bat-wing demon is double, but it is twice as dangerous, even for seasoned demon hunters such as Oakes and Reso.

"Come on, Oakes, if it's that thing..." Serrit paused, then turned to Roy, and solemnly warned, "Use the space ability to escape directly, don't go to death! Do you understand?"

"Ok!"

At this time, Berengar, who had been silently studying the batwing demon, suddenly waved his hand, and in front of everyone, opened the bloody mouth of one of the skulls, and then turned its tongue over again,

"What the hell?" Roy leaned closer, and faintly saw a row of black symbols from the bottom of the tongue covered with tiny thorns.

"You didn't notice it before?"

"I'm busy saving lives, so I don't have time to observe this thing." Roy confirmed that what was marked on the bottom of the Batwing Demon's tongue was a row of common words.

"blakat...gray...ba. Black grayba, black grayba..."

The five demon hunters looked at each other, but no one understood the meaning of this sentence.

Berengar then opened the other batwing's tongue and examined it. As expected, a row of black distorted characters were also imprinted, but the meanings were different.

"Coram·Agh·Tera...Zolan Agh·Tera."

Roy asked Berengar, but he had no answer, and the three witchers shook their heads.

Roy expressed his own analysis, "The black Greba sounds like some kind of appellation or nickname, and the second character is undoubtedly a name, which belongs to an ancient and distinguished person from the grammar point of view. Then this The two rows of characters represent two people, that is, they have tattooed their marks on the batwing demon, just like..."

"Like the imprint left by the master on the slave?" Oakes said in a strange tone.

"Do you think someone kept these two monsters in the sewers?" Berengar looked as if he had seen hell.

"I don't think this is possible!" Serrit's tone was hesitant at first, and then he was firm, "Everyone, the introductory textbook "Biology" for demon hunters clearly describes that the batwing demon has a low IQ and is purely dominated by the desire to kill and eat. , cannot be trained."

"Everything is not absolute, buddy, exceptions can happen at any time..." Reso said, "I have a hunch that it is not a coincidence that Roy encountered these two monsters in the sewer, nor can it be purely due to bad luck. Someone is behind to control they."

"Perhaps this is the case," said Berengar, "some powerful warlock captured the two batwings, and then forcibly branded them and drove them with magic power. As far as I know, anesthesia, or magical means can do this.”

Everyone was silent, there were too many possibilities about the imprint, and they couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Roy, let's go together next time."

"Well, but, we have to meet Princess Adda first." After running out of life-saving means, the demon hunter didn't plan to rush into the sewer recklessly. No one could be sure if there was something more terrifying than the Batwing Demon hiding there.

Chapter 27 Encounter

an unknown corner.

The sky was dyed blood red, covered with dense scarlet vortexes, like a sky full of stars, and like a meteorite burning with flames when the end came.

A figure was thrown and fell into the ground.

A net caught him and covered the earth.

This is an endless giant web, each thread in the web has been magnified thousands of times, and there are piles of bones in it: the bones of mice, human bones, and bones of ordinary beasts.There is also no shortage of skeletons of giants, whales, and dragons.

The spider's web is constantly weaving towards the dark distance.

The figure began to struggle desperately, but as if trapped in quicksand, the more he struggled, the tighter the surrounding spider silk contracted, gradually crawling up his ankles, quickly engulfing most of his body, wrapping him into a cocoon, only Leave a pair of eyes staring tenaciously outside.

As if some kind of signal was triggered, the spider web trembled like an earthquake, and then a shadow rushed in front of him—a huge belly covered him, and it was spindle-shaped like a barge with full sails, covered with black fuzz, and the two sides of the belly covered him. There are eight sharp chelicerae growing on the side.

"blakat..."

A file-like ugly voice sounded, rippling back and forth in the spider web, and gradually became louder, the voice could not be distinguished from male to female, it was creepy, as if there were countless men, women, old and young singing together, and countless voices were kneaded into one.

"grayba..."

The monster's belly was pulled back, revealing a huge head, cunning and greed gleaming on its lion-like face, and its barbed tongue spit out at him.

……

"Little ghost, have you listened to me and lost your mind again?"

"Sorry, Oakes, I didn't sleep well last night..." Roy rubbed the dark circles under his eyes, with a dazed expression, "I had a nightmare, and I've never seen anything like it in a dream."

"Witch hunters also have nightmares?" Oakes frowned, showing a frivolous smile, "I understand, if you are not satisfied in that aspect at your age, it is not surprising that you have dreams again and again. Tell me, are you Didn't you dream of a 200-pound fat woman on top of you?"

"Shut up, idiot!" Serrit beside him stroked his forehead helplessly, "A knight is seriously injured, are you still in the mood to joke?"

It was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the three demon hunters had just left the residence of the sorceress Coral.

Serritt was pushing a wheelbarrow, and inside lay the most seriously injured Mars knight. The knight's left chest was covered with a large piece of white bandage. His face was pale, with no trace of blood visible. He was in a semi-comatose state at the moment. Some vague words were spoken intermittently in his mouth.

The other two knights were much luckier. A brace was placed on the broken limb, and one was supported by Roy and Oakes.

In addition, their consciousness is very clear, but their bodies are a little weak.

"I'm humorous and optimistic!" Oakes turned his head away and smiled at the wounded he supported, "Life is already so difficult, if there is no interesting color added to this pale background, then what's the point of living? Right, Brother Zelling, do you feel much more comfortable with me by your side, and the wound doesn't hurt so much?"

"Forehead……"

Zelling coughed twice and nodded stiffly.

On the other side, Serrit sighed when he saw this, completely giving up on persuading his brother.

He turned to Roy, "You mentioned the nightmare just now, but I have a different opinion." Serrit analyzed, "Your intuition has always been very accurate, and it is unlikely that you will dream about things for no reason. This nightmare will Wouldn’t it be some kind of omen, warning? You should take it seriously.”

Roy nodded, just as he was about to explain something, the pendant on his chest suddenly started to vibrate.

The witcher tensed up at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, two women walked up the narrow path. They were wearing red and yellow open-chested dresses, graceful and graceful, with a talisman on their swan-like necks. From time to time, their fleshy thighs are exposed.