God-level Demon Hunter

The butler led the two of them to the rightmost office on the first floor, and assigned a servant to light the fireplace, make two cups of steaming tea, and sit down on the opposite side of the square table.

"Masters, let's not talk nonsense. Now I will introduce the rules of the underground fighting competition in detail, as well as the elite soldiers under the butcher, collector, and beggar king. What are their strengths and weaknesses?" Pogut said solemnly , "In order to ensure that the game is foolproof! These preparations are indispensable."

"Wait a moment..." Roy and Lei Suo exchanged glances, and retorted according to the plan, "Butler Bogut, I have some suggestions about the entrusted remuneration..."

"Oh," Pogut's face changed, he propped his hands on the desk, leaned forward, and made a posture full of oppression, "Tell me, if it's not too much, I can agree to it for the boss."

"Sorry, my suggestion is about personal privacy, so it's really hard to say." Roy pursed his lips, making a look of embarrassment, "I have to talk to Boss Alphonse face to face."

"This is the minimum respect. If not, this cooperation will be over."

Pogut leaned back towards the wicker chair, rubbing his chin and thinking for a moment.

"I have to ask the boss for instructions on this request. Besides, even if he agrees..." He glanced at the silent bald man, "Master Lei Suo has to stay."

"You can only be alone!"

Pogut thought, an unarmed young witcher, surrounded by so many, can't make waves.

Roy readily agreed, and 5 minutes later, he followed the butler and left the central building, entered the left-hand house, and went straight up to the third floor.

While going up the spiral escalator, Roy vaguely heard a heavy panting and a woman's scream coming from a room on the second floor.

When he walked to the central room on the third floor, the screams turned into wailing, weak wailing, who is suffering?

The witcher couldn't help but frowned.

"I made you laugh, master..." Pogut noticed the change in his expression, "Young master is young, rather self-willed, occasionally overplaying, so don't worry about it."

"Kaz—" the door opened,

Dim lights illuminate a richly decorated room.

Sitting together on a swivel chair, with their backs to the witcher, came into view.

Beside him, there are five soldiers and a warlock.

Chapter 10 Let's kill!

Alphonse Willy's room.

The dim yellow magic lamp illuminated several faces with different expressions.

From the corner of his eye, Roy looked at the five well-equipped thugs, whose melee attributes were better than the twenty or so bodyguards outside the house.

A warlock, just like the man I saw at the Vanilla Inn last time, a man named Chester, with a silver Anka around his neck shining with magic light. 75 years old is still young. As far as his skills are concerned, his magic cultivation is not very superb.

At least far less than Rita Needle.

The five bodyguards and the warlock respectfully guarded the boss not far away.

Eyes vigilantly scrutinize visitors.

The placket under the armor was held up high by the muscles, maintaining the most favorable posture for shooting.

Obviously, the ruler of the Willy gang was on guard from the beginning to the end.

"Master Roy, sit down wherever you want..."

"Let's be frank and honest. Do you have any unspeakable secrets that you want to talk to me face to face?"

A hoarse sound like a file sounded, and the man turned his chair and turned his head, revealing a thin and gloomy face.

The long and narrow eye slits hide a deep madness, and the aquiline nose and thin lips appear extremely mean.

And on the pale cheeks were the dark circles and erythema of overindulgence.

alphonse wiley

Sex: Male

Age: 42

Identity: The boss of the Willy Gang (who developed the Willy Gang from a small gang like ants to a giant in Novigrad, one of the four major gangs, and the rule has been maintained for 12 years), poet

……

"If you suffer from any strange disease, I can invite the most outstanding famous doctor in the whole north; if you want to find someone, mobilize the power of the whole gang, search all over Novigrad, and dig three feet to find it for you. But you have to On behalf of the Willy Gang, win the Fist of Wrath soon!"

"Boss Alphonse, the next words involve personal privacy." Roy shook his head and glanced at the bodyguards, "Can I take a step to speak?"

"Don't worry, except for Master Chester, they are all children I have raised since childhood, they are absolutely loyal and tight-lipped," Alphonse lay paralyzed in the swivel chair, tapping his index finger on the desk rhythmically, "even if it is Death will not reveal your secret, I guarantee it on the reputation of the Willy family."

"If you insist on such an unreasonable request..." The man rested his elbows on the table, his chin resting on the backs of his overlapping hands, staring at the witcher and accentuating his tone, "I can only think that you have ulterior motives!"

"Then it's as you said." Roy shrugged, and sat down on the opposite chair, separated by a desk, his dark golden pupils did not blink, "Boss Alphonse, I would like to visit you this time." Let me ask you a question face to face."

"Tell me."

Roy took a deep breath and questioned word by word,

"If I hadn't returned to Novigrad, what would have happened to Old Moore? They were tortured and tortured to death by you, and then became the protagonist of your next poem that doesn't rhyme and doesn't make sense?"

"Shh-"

In an instant, the blade was unsheathed, and the five bodyguards surrounded Roy tightly, breathing heavily from their nostrils, and glared at him.

"Demon hunter, I only warn you once, never insult my hard work, not a single word!" Alphonse took a deep breath, the anger on his face flashed away, and he shook his trembling index finger in front of the demon hunter , almost poking him in the face, spit flying, "The guy who did this last time has already been thrown into the sea by me and planted a nest of coral. Do you want to go down and be with her?!"

The witcher was expressionless.

"Huh... Now back to the topic, have you misunderstood? The three sinners who bullied Old Moore have already received their due punishment. You have seen their hands and tongues. Are you still not satisfied and insist on taking their lives? ?”

"It's not the same as what I heard." Roy raised his face slightly. "Before that, the three guys from Vincent clearly told me clearly that you assigned them to torture Old Moore."

Alphonse was silent for two seconds, then suddenly sneered,

"Why do demon hunters always like to get to the bottom of it? It's unnecessary."

He squinted, shaking his head disdainfully,

"Knowing the truth, what can you do?! You are young, can you commit suicide?"

"Is it worth fighting against the gang for the sake of an insignificant person?" Alphonse's slender eyes flickered coldly, he asked repeatedly, and described the beauty, "As long as you cooperate with me, beauty, status, and wealth are all at your disposal. Etc. Win the game and obtain the ownership of the unclaimed land, and you can also get a piece of the pie and develop a personal industry."

"From now on, I no longer have to wade through muddy, stinky ditches, go into poor countryside to accompany water ghosts, and accept dirty and dangerous commissions for one or two hundred crowns!"

"Working hard and without dignity!"

It has to be said that this condition is quite attractive to any demon hunter.

"It's a simple account, even a born imbecile can figure it out. Do you have to be a fool and have trouble with money?"

After Alphonse finished speaking, he collapsed backward in the swivel chair.

"The last piece of advice, everything in this world will go bad except money!"

"A tempting proposal, but I'm sorry, I have only one purpose for coming to see you this time—" Roy sat on the chair and looked around, and the five bodyguards who were close at hand held down the hilt of their swords, ready to launch a thunderous blow at any time , the warlock guarded Alphonse, his mana surged, and the glow of elements filled his fingertips...

He suddenly smiled, and the pupils of the dark gold contracted into a prismatic shape, like a poisonous snake locking its prey and twisting its body.

"It's your mother's fault!"

Stunned!

The five guards who were staring at each other trembled instantly, their irises reflected ferocious wriggling tentacles, their faces were terrified, and they lost control of their bodies.

The demon hunter suddenly stretched out his hand, and with his slender and powerful palm, he grabbed out a thin and bright sword blade out of thin air.

Twist around.

"Shh-"

A half-moon-shaped horse emerged, and five blood flowers bloomed.

Five big men clutched their necks that were gushing blood, and fell down without saying a word, the neat and gorgeous desk was stained scarlet.

Alphonse Willie, who had been assassinated for a long time and had been assassinated countless times, pushed the edge of the table without any fuss, and slid back in the swivel chair.

Beside him, the sorcerer Chester took a step forward, a scorching flame burst out of his palm, and a destructive fireball was about to take shape.

"Whoosh-"

In an instant, the demon hunter grabbed a crossbow out of thin air.

Pull the trigger, an arrow hits head-on, and the meteor-like tail feathers sway.

The arrow hit the warlock's neck.

With a "boo", the light blue translucent magic shield trembled slightly, and then returned to normal.

One arrow is not enough to break the shield.

But Chester was too late to be happy, and his face froze instantly.

Although the arrow was bounced away, there was an unprecedented and strange force from it, which penetrated the shield and the enchanted robe unimpededly, like a bolt of lightning directly hitting the heart.

Chester's eyes turned white, and he fell into a strange sluggishness and dizziness.

0.1 seconds.

The fireball technique that was being cast was completely interrupted, the flame in his palm was extinguished, and the huge backlash made his seven orifices bleed and he let out a muffled groan.

"Shh-"

The witcher jumped and landed lightly, and Guvithil slashed a straight line horizontally.

The head is thrown away.

The splashed blood watered a flower of flesh and blood on the wall embroidered with elegant patterns.

"Kill Chester, experience +120, demon hunter Lv7 (820/4500)."

……

At this time, the boss of the gangster who had already escaped from the gate looked at him out of the corner of his eye, and he was stunned——

The demon hunter was shaped like a bow, facing his direction, with Guvithel lying on the side of his face like a sharp horn.

The blood flowed under his feet, wriggling like a living body, forming a thick puddle of blood, spreading upwards, covering his whole body.

In the haze, there seemed to be a layer of blood-colored flames covering the demon hunter standing with a sword, and he looked like a blood-colored figure in a terrifying battle armor.

The bloody light distorted, and the will to kill became substantive under the effect of "suppression". Scarlet tentacles protruded from the void and hid behind the demon hunter, swaying and swinging non-stop.

Spreading whispers of fear and despair.

When Alphonse Willy witnessed this scene, he felt dizzy, felt tight in his chest, and wanted to vomit. Past memories and various afterimages appeared before his eyes uncontrollably.

With the power of the Willie gang, he cruelly blackmailed, played with, and tortured to the point of ruining their families, and finally died without a whole body...the cowardly, incompetent common people who crawled at his feet and wailed beautifully.

At this moment, the bloody flame jumped out, turned into a life-threatening ghost, and rushed towards him with its teeth and claws, pulling and biting!

"Ah! Don't, don't come here!"

Alphonse was so frightened that he burst into tears and couldn't keep his composure any longer, so he opened the door and fled outside!

The ghostly figure tapped to the ground and chased after him in two steps.

"Shua—" The long sword stabbed obliquely, penetrated the back of the head, and nailed the gangster in the air, like a barbecue on a rack.

"Kill Alphonse Willy, experience +20, Demon Hunter Lv7 (840/4500)"

draw sword.

The witcher twisted his wrist, flung the body away, and shook the blood off the sword.

Strides into the hallway.

At the corner of the stairs, two Willies helped the crowd, brandishing long swords and maces, and yelling, they rushed forward one after the other.

Roy didn't dodge or dodge, facing the coming sword blade, he stepped forward to the right, and Gu Weiheil stepped in the direction of the attack.

Blades clash.

The strength and skill of the demon hunter were superior. He released the opponent's blade, and the tip of the sword pressed against the spine of the sword first, and stabbed into the soft neck.

"Plop." One person fell to the ground, and the dirty blood stained the expensive Oufeier carpet.

The latecomer danced the mace into the air, suddenly froze, his eyes widened, and his face showed horror, as if he saw something extremely terrifying.

His pupils reflected blood, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Without hesitation, the witcher grabbed the ground with his toes, leaned over and stabbed.

"Shh-"