God-level Demon Hunter

"Go! Go and see other houses."

Chapter 35 Fate in the Web

In the evening, the dark clouds that had covered Vizima all afternoon were lifted.

The sky was washed by the rain, blue and clear, with a dreamy rainbow hanging on it.

At this time, the demon hunters had already searched the settlements of most of the lion-faced spider cultists, and found some abnormalities.

The identities of this group of believers are varied, including businessmen, low-level coolies, artisans, beggars, soldiers in service, Vizima government officials, and even serial killers.

Except for the washerwoman couple that the witcher first found, nearly half of the believers chose to commit suicide.

And before they died, they all found a hidden resting place for their corpses, such as a locked basement, a storage room under the corridor, an attic behind the ceiling... It seems that they are delaying the time when the corpse is found.

As for the method of death, suicide by cutting the wrists is only the mildest method, and there are also those who drink rat poison, and the most tragic self-immolation.

Facing the unrecognizable black and scorched corpses, the demon hunter was extremely surprised. What kind of psychology, or what kind of power, supported them and made them endure the severe pain of the flames burning their flesh and blood instead of shouting loudly and screaming at them? Outsiders ask for help.

In other words, they regarded their actions as martyrdom.

"It's really evil!"

Around this group of suicides, the demon hunters without exception found their scriptures, which contained some scattered notes, some like diaries, and almost crazy self-analysis. These words roughly pieced together the life of the recorder:

A group of miserable people, who have suffered some life-shattering upheaval; or psychopaths, whose warped worldview is detailed in the scriptures.

It's not surprising that the lion-faced spider, an evil and cruel god who advocates human sacrifice, usually only attracts psychopaths and lunatics.

Normal people will take the initiative to stay away from it, so the Cult of Ominous Omens has developed in Vizima for decades, and there are only a few dozen scattered believers.

The dead did not give the witcher any clues about Abigail.

As for the other half of the believers, perhaps they felt that it was not the time to fall into the arms of the lion-faced spider, and quietly evacuated from Vizima before Adda asked them to settle the score.They swept away everything of value in the house, leaving only an empty room for the witcher.

……

"There is one last believer left."

Three witchers came to the poorest street in the Temple Quarter, the Vaulted Lane.

In the narrow alley, an old man in ragged clothes sat cross-legged on the ground paved with bluestone slabs.Because it had just rained and the ground was wet and cold, he could only curl up his bony body like a poor stray dog, shivering, and kept chanting some vague words while bowing his head.

"Ding!"

A copper coin fell into his empty bowl...but the old beggar's expression did not change, his eyes were still empty and numb.

"Hello!" The demon hunter squatted down and stared at him. This beggar has a face with high cheekbones, dim eyes, sunken nose, and black lips. It looks like a skull wrapped in shriveled skin. .

He was draped in a tattered canvas, revealing his chest ribs, his hair was messy, clumped with dandruff and oil, and lice could be seen in the gray hair.

There was an unpleasant sour smell all over.

He looked up, then lowered his head again, ignoring the witcher, not even bothering to say a word of thanks.

"Black Grebar..." the witcher read to him, "Zolan Ah Tla..."

The old beggar suddenly smiled weakly, showing his rotten black and yellow teeth at the three witchers.

"I haven't seen you..." As if he hadn't eaten for several days, his voice was weak, hoarse, and there seemed to be a mouthful of phlegm in his throat. "But I know who you are, pagans, lackeys of the Goddess of the Lake. Don't try to fool me."

"Old man, are you tired of working?" Oakes grinned at him with a ferocious expression, and pressed the hilt of his sword with his palm. The old beggar looked straight into his eyes without fear.

"Old Jill...forget it, let me call you Bilavus?" Roy stopped Oakes, a hidden light flashed in his dark golden eyes, "Don't be surprised, not only do I know your real name, I also know your real name." Knowing that you were born in Maribau, this year... 48 years old... a believer in the lion-faced spider!"

"Who are you?" The old beggar's face was moved. He had never told this information to anyone except his god.

"For the sake of fairness, why don't you answer my question first?" Roy said, without waiting for the other party's response, he asked, "Your church members committed suicide and fled from refugees. How can you be a mere beggar?" Staying in Vizima confidently, is it possible that you are waiting for us to catch you?"

"It's hard to live outside, so go to prison to make a living?" Serrit added.

The old beggar was not angered by the witcher's words at all, but leaned against the wall and smiled strangely.

"I was wrong...you are not heretics, you are ignorant unbelievers." A beggar with a humble status looked at the three of them with a superior, down-to-earth, and compassionate look.

"Running is an act of betraying the gods, and you will suffer endless torture after death. Therefore, there is no word running away in Old Jill's dictionary. If you are willing to fully realize and believe in our Lord, I can reluctantly be a guide for you, so that you can escape from ignorance The vortex." The old beggar maintained a dignified expression on his dirty and ugly face, and a ray of holy light emerged from his muddy pupils.

"Follow my lord, and my lord will give you the qualification to enter the eternal net."

The three demon hunters exchanged glances, and they all thought it was absurd that a beggar was trying to brainwash them.

"Anyone can say beautiful words, but this cannot hide the ugliness. Bilavus, since running away is a blasphemy, how can your respected priest Abigail also become a blasphemer?"

The old beggar remained silent, seeming extremely sensitive to Abigail's topic.

"Think about it carefully..." Roy sighed, "If you don't run away, why don't you follow the example of your own church members and die for the religion, you are still afraid..."

"Self-destruction is the path that the great Zhuo Lan guided for them, but it is not my destination... nor is it the fate of the priest."

"The lion-faced spider will also determine the way of death for believers? Then what is your end point?" Serrit grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

The old beggar raised his head, stretched his black neck, with relief in his eyes.

"We won't kill you, poor man, the Knight of the White Rose will send you down."

Roy finally threw another penny into the broken bowl, and pretended to leave.

The old beggar breathed a sigh of relief, but the witcher who was supposed to leave suddenly turned around, and drew a green inverted triangle seal with his fingers towards his line of sight.

Fayin was reflected in the eyes of the old beggar, and he lost himself in an instant.

"Bilavis, now let's talk frankly and honestly." Roy kept the sign of Axis in his hand and asked,

"Why did Abigail deal with Adda?"

"Totem..." The old beggar's pupils lost focus, and he also lost his resistance, and he replied mechanically, "Yada snatched Zhuo Lan's totem sacred object. Zhuo Lan was furious. The believers sacrificed their lives to appease our Lord." , but not enough, it wants revenge.”

In Roy's mind, the underground sanctuary, behind the bone altar, depicts the banner of the lion-faced spider, which is filled with the beliefs of the believers, and the belief is that the lady of the lake once plundered the altar of Dagon, so the lion-faced spider The totem of her is also an excellent tonic.

As her priest, Adda would naturally not let this thing go.

It can be said that the Cult of Evil Omens and the Church of Virtue have completely turned against each other, and there is no possibility of relaxation.

"Snatching food from the lion-faced spider's mouth, no wonder..." Adda did not reveal this to the witcher.

"So where the hell is Abigail now?"

"She's...she's..." The old beggar's voice became intermittent, and his expression tensed and relaxed.

"Think about it carefully, you know, she is safe, right? Hiding in an unexpected place?" The witcher guided softly.

However, the old beggar suddenly started to shake his head and crazily, his wrists and ankles were stretched straight, his body also began to twitch, and he let out a low and terrifying voice of "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Stop transforming.

Even scarier than an epileptic fit.

Roy subconsciously moved away from him, and Oakes and Serrit drew the Serpenti silver sword.

This situation lasted for about ten seconds. When the old beggar stopped convulsing, his face was flushed red, the veins on his neck were bulging, and his eyes turned completely black.

What was even more weird was that he then turned into a humanoid spider, with his hands and feet reflexed, his waist and back pressed against the wall behind him, and he used his hands and feet unreasonably to climb to the top of the arch.

Looking down at the three demon hunters from a high position, his dark eyes were like abysses.

"The blasphemer, the sinner!" The old beggar made a completely different voice from before, as if countless men, women, and children were roaring together, and countless voices were compounded into one voice.

There was a strong wind blowing on the spot, blowing his hair wildly.

"Snake demon hunters Roy, Oakes, and Serrit, I curse you!" He hoarsely said, "In the name of Black Greba, I curse you, forever—"

"boom--"

A seal of Alder blocked the remaining words of the old beggar, and then a cold light flashed in the air, and the cold light stayed in the air for a short time, forming a half-moon afterimage.

When the afterimage disappeared, Roy shook off the blood on the sword, and reinserted Arondette into the scabbard behind him.At the same time, a round head rolled to his feet.

The old beggar with a ferocious face did not rest in peace until he died.

With his death, all the visions around him came to an abrupt end.

"How do you feel, is there any discomfort?"

Oakes shook his head, still feeling a little terrified, "The curse must have been interrupted."

Roy confirmed by observation that there was nothing abnormal about the state of the two brothers.

And myself, the health status in the attribute template has not changed,

"The curse doesn't seem to be effective. What's the reason?" The demon hunter looked at the 20-point increase in experience, thinking, "Could it be because I harvested his soul?"

Under the template, all living beings are equal, and those killed by him will be turned into experience.

He became more and more sure.

The old beggar Bilavus never had a chance to return to what he called the "Eternal Web".

The only thing that greeted him was—— nothingness?

"Next time, we have to be quicker." Roy was a little unwilling, "It's a pity that the last clue ends here, and I couldn't find out Abigail's whereabouts."

"Boy... you still want to continue, and the ancient blood didn't issue any warning? I don't want to follow anymore anyway!" Serrit looked serious,

"Second!" Oakes felt the same way, "We'd better not get into this muddy water."

Chapter 36 Farewell

In the Royal Dining Room, the magic lamp casts a dreamy silhouette, a man and a woman sit opposite each other at the two ends of the dining table.

"Are you planning to leave Vizima?" Adda buried half of her face in the shadows, her slender fingers twisted together.

The demon hunter stuffed a piece of stewed mutton into his mouth, apologetic in his eyes, "I'll leave after the school's equipment is forged, about a week away."

"The priest of the god of evil omens..."

He apologized, "About Abigail, I would like to continue to investigate, but the 'teachers' have great opinions. As a member of the Snake Sect, I must respect their opinions, so I am sorry...but I I think Abigail has left Vizima."

Adda was silent.

"How about the renovation of the sewer sanctuary?"

"In another month..." Mentioning the Virtue Church, Yada's pretty face brightened a little, and her tone became excited, "The twenty most devout believers in Vizima City will be settled in a brand new prayer room , the sermons in the outskirts of the village will go on at the same time.”

"Sooner or later the goddess will reappear in Vizima!"

"I can achieve these achievements thanks to your help." Yada pursed her delicate red lips, looked forward to the witcher with hope in her eyes, and made the last fight, "I really don't think about staying in Vizima and concentrating on it." Help me. I will find a way to give you a decent status, so that you can get the respect that matches your ability."

"In fact, it's not just my career that needs you," Adda emphasized, "the goddess can't do without your support."

The lady in the lake has been sleeping in seclusion for a long time. Since Black Tern Island transformed more than a dozen water elves and gave Roy that drop of blood essence last time, she seems to have been seriously injured.

It may also be to avoid the malice of the three royal advisors and Foltest.

"But I'm a demon hunter first," Roy said sincerely, but his eyes were firm. "You know, demon hunters have always had no fixed place. We won't stay in one place for a long time."

After finishing speaking, the two fell into silence for a long time, and there was only a crisp sound of collision of knives and forks and plates in the restaurant.

"Okay... Now that you've made up your mind, I won't force it," Yada was a little bit discouraged, and tried her best, "But I'm curious, where will your next stop be when you leave Vizima?"

"The free city of Novigrad." Roy did not hide anything, "There are people who are very important to me living there. In addition, I have an agreement in Novigrad, which is related to the future development of the Snake Sect. Must go."

"Novigrad on the border between Redania and Temeria?" Adda reminded, "Be careful, the Church of Eternal Flame, the largest force in that place, is not very friendly to non-human races."

"It's not that extreme for demon hunters," Roy referred to this point in time. "We're not here to cause trouble."

Adda pondered for a moment, then glanced at the witcher again, and said hesitantly,

"From Vizima to Novigrad, is the Barony of La Valetti the only way?"

"According to our plan, yes. Why do you ask?"

"I have something to ask you." Adda hesitated to speak, "Forget it...it's really not a big deal, I just thought of some family scandals."

The witcher did not follow her words. He vaguely remembered that in history, Louisa, the Baroness of La Valette, gave birth to a daughter, a son and two illegitimate children for Foltest. Could it be that Temeria Has the princess noticed something?

But he never intended to intervene in royal affairs, and kept silent.

Adda sighed and didn't mention the matter again, "Will you return to Vizima in the future?"

"Of course, we are the most steadfast allies!" The demon hunter smiled, "Don't forget that there is an elf ruin underground waiting to be explored."

If nothing else, his return to Vizima was after the first Northern War.

"Then, I would like to wish you all the best in advance, Knight Roy. I hope that by the time we meet again, you will have rebuilt Viper Academy as you wished."

"Accept your good words, Your Highness. I also wish you an early realization of your ambitions in Vizima."