God-level Demon Hunter

It stands on the barren land, silent, only the unclean red light from the closed windows, like the pupils of hunting wolves in the dark night.

The witcher ran to the door along the spiral upward stone staircase on the left, and he saw the exquisite and intricate carvings on the wall of the villa, as well as a huge stone sculpture standing in the yard outside the villa.

The stone sculpture is a female image, holding a basin for the baptism of newborns with a solemn face, it should be the pastor of a certain church.

Across the statue, the top of the villa is the bright full moon.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the border of the moon was coated with an evil red light, which made people panic.

Fifteen minutes before everything was over, Roy walked to the end of the stone staircase, his eyes moved to the door of the villa, and he suddenly froze.

A black figure knelt on one knee and stood at the door. He was of medium build, with a facial profile that closely resembled Roy's, with streamlined lean muscles, silver and steel swords wrapped around his sword belt, and a pair of hand crossbows.

He was startled by the sudden intruder, the viper pendant around his neck shook slightly, and then skillfully outlined with five fingers, forming the seal of Kun En, allowing the yellow light to circulate endlessly on the pitch-black skin.

In the next second, sparks flickered between the vertical pupils of the two pairs of beasts.

Chapter No.16 The Unbreakable Mirror

Under the bloody moonlight, two demon hunters faced each other three meters apart in the open space in front of the gate of the villa.

Roy the cat arched its back, landed lightly on the soles of its forefoot, and paced counterclockwise. The tip of the Lake Maiden's Sword locked onto the opposite shadow like a shadow.

This time the enemy seemed to have a certain amount of intelligence, and instead of rushing forward desperately, he circled around the demon hunter in a mimetic manner. The movement of holding the sword, the frequency of footsteps, and the posture of the body were surprisingly consistent with him.

The two people standing opposite each other are like reflections and entities inside and outside the mirror.

Roy looked at his other self, feeling absurd in his heart.

This is the last gift that Odimu prepared for him?How much ability can the clone master, he is very curious, is it like a shapeshifter to receive all of it?

Sweat dripped from forehead and palms.

The next moment, Roy clenched the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and with his left hand, he suddenly drew an orange-yellow triangle in mid-air. The crimson pillar of fire shot out of the magic circle, scorching the black shadow's body.

The black shadow moved almost at the same time, and an Igni seal returned the color.

"puff--"

Both fire snakes hit the enemy, with two "boom, boo", the Kunn magic shield protecting the body was shattered one after another, Roy took a step to the side, shook off a bunch of black hair that was burnt on the sideburns, and then went on like a cannonball He slammed into a ball with the black shadow.

The witcher seized the opportunity to attack.

Perhaps it was because Sombra's spirituality was not perfect enough, and his reaction was a little slow. The demon hunter's hand, Arondette, first drew a silver arc from bottom to top, and slashed at Sombra's chest!

A little spark splashed in the air, and the black figure blocked the attacking long sword beautifully and quickly, and the power from the sword was evenly matched.

But Roy changed his move first, turned his wrist, and Arondette clung to the dark sword spine, slid upwards, and cut off one of his right ears in an instant.

Dispersed into the air, turned into black smoke.

Pain is a distraction for most people.

But the black shadow felt no pain, and there was no hesitation in his movements. Alder pushed back the exhausted demon hunter, and then jumped forward with his bow legs, stabbing him in the throat.

With the tip of his left toe as the center of gravity, Roy rotated his body like a top, and Arondette followed the inertia and slapped away the stabbing black blade, and then turned it into a thorn, pointing at the enemy's chest.

"Chong!"

The black sword firmly pressed against the silver sword, tangled up in a ball, and slowly turned clockwise.

A cascade of sparks poured out from between the spinning blades, like a working steel "mill".

"Chong!"

The blades parted, and the two figures quickly staggered again, swinging the sword, blocking, dodging, and striking dozens of times.

There are no fancy tricks, the tricks are deadly, and the sword stabs the vital parts of the whole body.

A series of metal frictions and impacts, harsh air explosions.

The demon hunter turned around again to avoid the black shadow's swinging blade, growled, and stabbed fiercely at the black shadow's neck. The black sword in the latter's palm drew a semicircle, swung away his attack, and cut towards the lower abdomen.

Roy jumped back helplessly, panting heavily.

The dripping sweat dyed his face, chin, and neck brightly, and his black hair was soaked and steaming.

In just 1 minute of fighting, the physical consumption was beyond imagination.

The replica created by Odimu not only has the same physical fitness as him, but also inherits the combat awareness, on-the-spot reaction, and some habits between movements, so he can easily judge all the offensive intentions of the demon hunter.

Of course, Roy also had insight into the way he used the sword.

The two sides are like old acquaintances who have fought hundreds of times before. The battle is getting more and more fierce, but neither can do anything to the other, making the situation stalemate.

This was the last situation he wanted to see, and there was not much time left, so it had to be resolved quickly.

Thinking of this, the demon hunter gritted his teeth, simply gave up his defense, leaned forward and rushed into the arms of the black shadow, the tip of his sword trembling, and stabbed obliquely.

The latter didn't dodge the life-threatening sword, and his right abdomen was pierced, but he didn't flinch, and pierced Roy's thigh with a sword in exchange for injury.

Warm blood splashed out, and for a moment, both swords were stuck in the wound.

The bodies of the two mortal enemies are almost stuck together!

Dark gold's pupils flickered with blood!

Stunned!

Countless blood-colored tentacles entangled Sombra's body. It was fixed in place, but its pupils did not change—even though most of the demon hunter's abilities were copied, the template-optimized skills could not be copied.

0.1 seconds, the outcome is decided!

Arondette pulled out the wound, and swung it horizontally as quickly as lightning.

"Shh-"

The black figure separated from its body and turned into a puff of smoke, dissipating in the air.

"Kill Roy (false), experience value +180, demon hunter Lv6 (3860/3500)"

"I won...a counterfeit is a counterfeit!" An ugly smile appeared on Roy's distorted cheeks due to the severe pain.

His condition is extremely bad.

There were several pits in the armor of the flying lion monster protecting the waist and abdomen, and he didn't need to look at it to know that the skin inside the armor was definitely covered with blue-purple bruises.

A light touch is a tingling pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

The demon hunter wailed and spit out a mouthful of blood foam, the flesh and blood fragments mixed in it were clearly visible, and even the internal organs were severely injured.

But he can't stop, the end is in sight.

10 minutes left.

"activation!"

A trace of coolness enveloped the body, and most of the slight injuries dissipated in an instant.

The witcher barely supported his precarious body, tore up his underwear to tie up the penetrating wound on his thigh, used Arondette as a crutch, dragged his injured thigh, and staggered open the door of the villa like a drunk.

The interior of the villa is far less exquisite and luxurious than it looks from the outside. It looks like the living room on the first floor of a popular tavern, with a few tables, tableware, and a few cabinets.

A candle was lit on each table, and the dim light of the candles illuminated a staircase sloping down in the center of the hall.

Without even thinking about it, the witcher dragged his seriously injured body down the stairs, and entered a dark and cramped corridor. At the end of the corridor, a diamond-shaped full-length mirror with a brass border came into view.

"Touching and playing will make you lose your mind, but no attack can hurt me."

The Roy chanted aloud,

"Children are happy when they see me, elders are afraid of me, and girls can't take their eyes off it."

"You can speak, so can I; but you have a voice, but I am silent, so I have no lips to open and close."

"I cry when you cry, I follow whoever you yawn, and I smile smugly when I show my teeth..."

Roy walked to the middle of the corridor, staring at the mirror,

"Imitate my movements, reflect my appearance, the answer is the reflection in the mirror. Gaunt Odim, are you hiding here?"

"Hahahaha..." O'Dim's maniacal laughter echoed in the corridor. Suddenly, the demon hunter felt that his feet were empty, and the whole floor instantly sank and collapsed, and he leaked to the basement floor.

Never see the mirror at the end of the corridor again!

"Man, although your current miserable situation is very pitiful, you don't really think it's that simple, do you?"

Gritting his teeth, the demon hunter climbed up from the dust and rubble ruins, his expression still calm, and he didn't seem to be sad for the lost mirror.

As he had expected, he walked along the underground corridor to the outside, a square behind the villa.

The square tiles covering the floor are weather-beaten, covered with thick dust and mottled scratches, and the central floor seems to have been ravaged by an earthquake, breaking a bottomless crack.

Around the square, three spiral staircases connect the three tall towers.The witcher could vaguely see the mirror in the tower, not just one, but several.

He tried to drag his injured body to chase the nearest side, but when the mirror was within reach, it shattered.

Gaunt O'Dim, who was hiding somewhere, played a trick, and continued to mock complacently, "Hahahaha, I scored another point!"

Roy changed direction silently and came to the fountain pool in the center of the square. The pool had already dried up, and a bright red mirror stood in the center.

As expected, when his hand was about to touch the mirror, the mirror shattered into sand again.

"Demon hunter, do you feel that your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and you feel the taste of despair? Give up, so that you can be relieved sooner."

"You can shatter glass," Roy growled into the air, "but there's always a mirror you can't destroy!"

"Then look for it carefully, maybe you can find it..."

Chapter No.17 Shattering the Reflection!

Roy no longer searched in vain for the illusory glass mirror in the remaining tower, but stepped straight into the fountain pool.

After a few quick steps, I came to a light gray stone wall next to the pool.

He closed his eyes and put his ears on it. It felt smooth and hard to the touch, and the flowing water flowed happily behind the marble wall.

A relieved smile appeared on the young face.

"Although there are some deviations in the process, the final method of solving the puzzle has not changed... Just break the wall and let the water flow into the fountain pool. When the time comes, Gaunt Odim, don't try to renege on it!"

"Then try it." The man replied casually.

Roy drew a blue regular triangle with his right hand, mana poured out of his palm, and suddenly pushed against the wall.

There was a loud "bang", the strong airflow hit the wall, and the dust shook off, but the expected water did not flow out——

Because the wall is still standing stubbornly.

The demon hunter's seal of Alder failed to crush it!

"Obviously everything is according to the plan, and we have reached the last step..." A trace of anxiety flashed across Roy's face. At this time, less than one-tenth of the hourglass remained.

He has 5 minutes.

Two seconds later, the witcher bombarded the wall again.

Immediately afterwards, the whole body was cold, and the wall remained motionless.

Roy's heart skipped a beat, his breathing became short of breath,

However, the facts were in front of him, and his reason told him that the attainments of Alder Fayin were not enough to smash the wall.

This is a detail that he has always ignored. Even if the bonus of the ancient blood is calculated, his seal is at most Lv2 level.

Unable to break the wall, but it was unexpected and reasonable.

"The Snake School hasn't been revived yet, the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters hasn't been established yet, and I haven't had time to say goodbye to Lao Mo, Susie, Coral, Ciri, Dao... No, I must not lose!"

"Haha, recognize the reality!" Master Mirror began to taunt unscrupulously again, "Dude, the opportunity to solve the puzzle is right in front of you, but you didn't grasp it yourself... Then it's no fault of me, follow up obediently, and Together with Arian, go to an unprecedented and wonderful world!"

"No!" Roy yelled, and the weird and unpredictable face of Master Mirror seemed to appear in front of him again. What would happen if he was taken away by this guy?

The soul is devoured?

The illusion suddenly appeared in front of him, and the endless darkness and emptiness were like a tide, completely submerging and annihilating him, erasing all traces of existence!

The witcher rushed to the wall, punching the wall like crazy, one punch, two punches.

There was a muffled sound and blood spattered.

His fists were quickly torn apart, bloody and bloody, revealing pale bones. Although his ten-point strength was twice that of ordinary people, it was still a dream to break hard marble.

"Hahaha!" The mirror master joked, "I still remember your confident look at the beginning? Bet me, snatch the soul from me... Oh, a brave man, in the face of the expected To death, still a coward!"