God-level Demon Hunter

Roy followed his guidance, focused, and heard faint breathing and heartbeat.Disordered breathing and rapid heartbeat indicate the tension of the hider.

Serrit made a gesture and double-teamed from the left, while Roy held the hand crossbow and moved to the right.Oakes centered.

What the two didn't expect was that the hider couldn't bear the pressure first.

"Don't kill me! I...I surrender!"

Amid the trembling screams, a slender woman in a white sacrificial robe stood up from behind the altar. She raised her hands high and turned her face slowly, revealing an unusually young face.

She looks very delicate, with thin lips, bright black eyes, and long reddish-brown hair casually draped over her shoulders. Under the firelight, her skin is white and transparent, and a layer of thin and light down is faintly visible between her neck.

She was dressed neatly and refreshingly, giving the impression of a girl next door, but at this moment, the girl's face paled, her lips trembled, and she was terribly frightened.

Serrit didn't have the slightest sympathy. It was too abnormal for such a clean and beautiful woman to appear in the messy basement. He put the cold steel sword directly on the woman's neck.

"If you don't want to die, just tell me the truth. Where is this place and who are you?"

The woman casts a covert sideways glance as another man points a hand crossbow at her.

The steel sword around her neck, and the threat of crossbow, made the little girl have no room to resist. She said timidly like a frightened quail, "Abigail...my name is Abigail, priest of the Great Weaver. Here is its sanctuary."

"The Great Weaver?" The two demon hunters looked puzzled, they had never heard of this name.

"You mean the lion-faced spider?" Roy stared at her, his dark golden pupils becoming deep.

Abigail

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Identity: Priest of God of Omen

……

Roy looked puzzled.

Except for her priesthood, her attributes and skills are no different from ordinary girls.

Why live in a dangerous sewer?

Abigail swallowed her saliva and continued to explain, "The lion-faced spider, black grayba (blakat grayba), and Zhuo Lan Agh Tera (Coram Agh Tera) are all names of the great weaver. It Weaver of Fate, over the death of all living things, it—"

"Okay!" Serrit said viciously, "We didn't come to listen to your preaching, this big spider is obviously an evil creature! Otherwise, why would we hide in the dirty and dark sewer and build an altar?"

"The official Vizima does not allow your beliefs, am I right?"

"The master is not an evil god!" Abigail resisted with a stiff neck, but was defeated by the cold eyes of the demon hunter. "...But it is true that not only Vizima, but the entire Temeria prohibits the spread of the Great Weaver's belief. We were forced to establish a stronghold in a dark place like the sewer."

"If I'm not mistaken," Roy said solemnly, "The big weaver you speak of is also known as the God of Omens, right?"

"You, have you heard of it?"

"I've not only heard of it...I've seen it too." The witcher said fearfully.

The god of evil omens, the god of evil omens, this is the wider name of the lion-faced spider that is more popular among the people.

It is an extremely cruel god who regards darkness and death as his creed, and requires his followers to perform human sacrifices frequently.

And its admirers believe that it is the great weaver that weaves human destiny into a giant net. This net is constantly expanding. When a certain thread is broken, it will lead to the sudden death of a certain person, and when someone kills himself, His line will also be broken.

Therefore, the lion-faced spider is considered to be in charge of the god of unnatural death.

One of the most notorious rumors about this god, and its church, aside from human sacrifice, is the vicious ability of its priests to curse.

Some priests of the god of ominous omens mastered endless methods of cursing, and could even curse their murderers by sacrificing their own lives and souls after death.

In this regard, Roy has seen it twice with his own eyes - Aaron, the head of the team who turns into a werewolf every night, is cursed by a believer of the god of omens before he dies, and he will bear that tragic fate.

And the beggar Naviron, too.

All in all, the belief in the God of Omens is notorious and almost banned in the North today, and the entire church is on the verge of extinction.

But Roy never expected that there would be such a secret stronghold hidden in the sewers of Vizima, the capital of Temeria.If he hadn't cleaned up the sewer for Yada, he would have continued to hide for a long, long time.

"The Church of the God of Evil Omens and the Church of Virtue are all eyeing this sewer, so is it still a treasure?"

"Those two bat-winged demons!" Roy glanced at the huge corpse in front of the altar, "What's the relationship with the Cult of Ominous Omens?"

Abigail leaned back slightly, slightly away from the edge of the steel sword around her neck, "They are the altar guardians domesticated by the previous priest."

The demon hunter looked shocked, "Can the priest of the God of Omens tame monsters?"

"That's right, if the patron saint hadn't been dealt with, you wouldn't have given in so easily, right?"

Roy turned his eyes to the woman again, making her body tremble, "So, Abigail, are you an aborigine of Vizima? Where have the remaining priests and believers of the Church of Omens gone?"

"I grew up in Vizima," Abigail looked at the burning brazier, his eyes flickering. "My adoptive mother, the previous priest passed away many years ago, and now I am the only priest left in Vizima."

"you sure?"

"I promise!"

Jianfeng moved closer, Oakes, a demon hunter, can't control so much, what kind of religious believers, women, who made such evil sacrifices, might as well die.

But Roy stopped him.

He planned to use the Axii seal to torture him first, but he drew half of the seal, and then suddenly withdrew his finger, because an extremely ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart-continue, a huge horror will come!

The warning of the blood of the ancients?

"What a hot potato!"

In fact, he would rather face another batwing demon than encounter such an evil church priest.

The priest of the god of ominous omens couldn't be dealt with casually, otherwise she would be cursed and life would be worse than death, but it was impossible to let her go directly.

"Leave the affairs of the church to the church." Roy made up his mind, "Let's go, guys, bring Abigail to that princess to make a decision. Anyway, the layout of the sewer is also her idea."

Chapter 29 The Origin of the Vampire

Foltest Castle.

In the luxurious restaurant, the magic chandelier casts soft yellow light.

The king sat at the head of the long nanmu dining table, slowly enjoying his breakfast.A new royal advisor, Fikat of Cidaris, is making a report respectfully.

"Your Majesty, the martial law in the temple area has achieved great results in the past few days. All the heretics around the square have been wiped out. The residents of Vizima have also lost their way and returned to Lebioda, Melitelli, and the Eternal Palace. The embrace of fire. From my point of view, after this blow, the Goddess of the Lake will not be able to achieve anything if she wants to develop again in the future."

Foltest chewed a few mouthfuls of the grilled chicken that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and then wiped the corners of his mouth with a silk handkerchief embroidered with irises, "Master Fecat, you have worked hard recently. But it is not enough!"

He pushed away the chair and began to pace around the dining table, "How did I explain to you at the beginning?" His majestic eyes stared at the mage, "I will repeat it now. Vizima is my territory, Meritelli I have to be honest. As for the goddess of the lake, I know very well that she killed my knight leader and former advisor, and she must pay the price!"

Foltest grabbed the knife sharply and plunged it into the center of a roast chicken.

"I trust warlocks and make Temeria the country with the most popular magic in the north; over the years, the money I have paid to the Warlock Association is enough to buy a kingdom! I think I am qualified to order you—" Foer Tester's eyes turned cold, "Bring her dead body to me!"

Fikat felt his heart tremble, and lowered his head, "Your Majesty, calm down...I'm sorry...we can't fulfill your request."

"Give me a reason!"

Fikat lowered his eyebrows and said sincerely, "During this time, the two consultants Merigold and I went to Lake Vizima to investigate every day, but we never found any abnormal activities. The thing is probably no longer in the lake... …We figured she got the news from the believers in advance and fled to hide elsewhere.”

Fikat said half-truths and half-truths. The Warlock Brotherhood didn't have much contact with legendary creatures like the Goddess of the Lake, but they also understood that they represented an ancient race.If you dare to kill one of them, you will have a blood feud with all the elves in the lake.

Warlocks are not reckless.

The king snorted heavily, and remained silent for a long time, with a trace of regret appearing on his face. "Escape is quite fast."

"But I assure you, His Majesty Foltest, as long as we are in Vizima for a day, that thing will never dare to step here again!"

Foltest's extremely oppressive eyes looked Warlock up, down, left, and right again, until the latter was covered in cold sweat, so he changed the subject.

"How about Adda?"

Fikat heaved a sigh of relief, "His Royal Highness can't detect the aura of magic, and I think she hasn't been in touch with the affairs of the church recently. But she has established a deep connection with the lady in the lake after all..." Fikat carefully suggested, "If you just let it go, will there be some hidden dangers?"

"If you continue to suppress her, she won't recognize me as her biological father!" Foltest sighed helplessly, "During this time...don't push her too hard."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"There is another important matter..." The king paused, and said with some hesitation on his face, "Is the medicine mentioned last time ready?"

Fikat's eyes were stunned. There were many rumors about Foltest's bad life style. Like most kings, he couldn't get rid of the romantic problem. There are also many romantic stories widely circulated among the people. For example, he and his family... gave birth to Princess Adda.

For example, he has many lovers outside, and he prefers his married wives.

Now there is one more item. Not long ago, a certain lover gave birth to a child for him.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to confirm again, is it a boy or a girl?"

"Girl!" Foltest's tone was indescribably disappointed. He even suspected that it was the lack of Master Aza's secret medicine that turned his son into a daughter.

"Then Your Majesty..." Fikat said, "I guarantee that the potion prepared by the Brotherhood of Warlocks will make the little princess healthier, more beautiful, and more lively."

……

In a house in the trade zone.

"Abigail, priest of the God of Omens?" Adda pointed the barbed whip at the trembling girl in the corner, and curled her thick hair around her shoulder with her other hand, "I read it in the Royal Library." According to relevant information, the priests of the god of ominous omens are very good at cursing."

Yada frowned delicately, unconsciously touching the amulet around her neck.It was given by the white wolf who lifted the curse of the bloodthirsty demon bird for her, in order to prevent the recurrence of the curse.

"I didn't expect such an evil organization to be hidden under my nose. How did you find out?"

"It's a coincidence." Roy recounted the process of finding the secret room of the sewer through the corpse of the batwing demon, and Yada's eyes lit up when he heard it, "There is no prayer room, so someone sent a ready-made secret stronghold. Really blessed by the goddess of the lake!"

"You...what on earth are you trying to do?" Abigail shrank into a ball. Even though she had no magic power, her white wrists and ankles were still shackled with anti-magic metal shackles.

At this time, a plain face was full of panic, like a harmless little white rabbit.

Adda gave the girl a gentle smile, "What we want to do depends on your attitude. Let me introduce myself first, Abigail, priest of the God of Omens, how old are you? Your parents, relatives, Where are you guys?"

"I..." Abigail was stared at by three demon hunters and a glamorous princess, hesitated for a long time, and then said hesitantly, "I turned 15 last month... I told them that I was an orphan with no friends or relatives, only members of the church. I was adopted by my mentor, the former priest of the Vizima Church..." Abigail's big bright eyes appeared Sad, "But the mentor passed away two years ago."

"A lonely little girl...and so beautiful," Yada's face grew more interested, and with her wrist shaking, she lightly waved the whip in mid-air while circling the girl, "Before you were adopted, how did you do it?" Looking for a living in Vizima? The local gangsters will never let you go, a little sheep. Let me think about it, selling it to a remote farm in the countryside is the luckiest result."

"I, I have been helping the washerwoman's house in the temple area..." Abigail bit her thin lips, she understood her situation, and said frankly, "For five years, the washerwoman and her My family has always protected me from villains. In fact, they are all believers in the Great Weaver, and they brought me into the church...and then I was adopted."

"The Great Weaver? The Weaver of Destiny?" Adda asked suddenly, looking at the calluses on the girl's white hands.

"That's right, the lion-faced spider weaves fate and controls the life and death of human beings."

"Don't call evil so great," the demon hunter raised his eyebrows. "I guess those gangsters who dare to approach you will be thrown into the sewer by your church members to feed the two batwing demons."

Abigail almost acquiesced.

The demon hunter speculated further, "As a priest, you still shoulder the responsibility of selecting sacrifices. Occasionally, do you have to tie a few living people into the sewer to give tooth sacrifices to the 'guards' of the lion-faced spider?"

With the appearance and figure of a young girl, it is quite simple to seduce a few people with evil intentions.

"It's not surprising..." Adda said, she had "played" Vizima's sheriff for a while, and knew about the living conditions of the bottom-level residents of Vizima,

"Vizima is the capital of Temeria, the most important stop on the entire kingdom's trade routes. Every day, a large number of outsiders pass by, mixed with fish and dragons. Occasionally one or two disappears, and it is impossible to manage." Adda Approaching the girl, the cold five fingers of his right hand suddenly pinched her chin, making her face him.

Since the Virtue Church needs an underground base, the God of Omens should leave wisely, not to mention there is still hatred between them!

"Good girl, tell me how many lion-faced spider followers there are in Vizima now."

Abigail blinked her long eyelashes and tilted her head stubbornly.

"I am the princess of Vizima." Adda's pretty face was tense and her voice was stern. "One order, and the knights will immediately catch all the hiding 'little spiders'! Saw them off in front of you." the teeth of'!"

The muscles on "Little White Rabbit"'s face trembled, as if frightened, it opened its mouth slightly.

Yada squatted down halfway, and put her pretty face directly in front of the opponent's eyes, "But if you are willing to cooperate, you don't need to use those unseemly methods."

"Give you half an hour, think carefully!"

……

"Your Highness Adda, do you need my help? The Demon Hunter Seal can save a lot of time."

Yada's expression froze when she heard that,

"It's a good thing you didn't do anything... Roy, let me give you a piece of advice. Never use a magic seal on a priest of a certain god or manipulate their minds... Otherwise, the existence behind them may be alarmed, leading to unpredictable dangers."

Roy nodded, no wonder he had a warning sign at that time, "Then what are you going to do with her? She..."

He pursed his lips, and swallowed the next sentence back into his stomach.

Is the 15-year-old girl really as timid and helpless as she appears?

Undoubtedly a disguise!

"Ask all believers of the god of evil omens first, they should move to the Church of Virtue." Yada pursed her red lips,