God-level Demon Hunter

The blade is unbiased, and it disappears as soon as it touches the gap in the helmet.

The Hammer Man looked like a sinking wooden boat, his right eye was bloodshot, he lowered his head, and knelt forward on the ground.

"It turns out that suppression has such a great impact on ordinary people with low will."

The witcher walked to the second floor.

……

On the other side, on the towering and solid wall of Willie Manor, a big man with amber eyes crouched in the rain, his hand was empty, and the sword he was gripping suddenly disappeared.

As if he had received some kind of signal, he grinned, led the two figures around him, left the corpse beside the sentry tower, and jumped into the manor brazenly.

Through dense rain falls.

The armed men hovering outside the building sensed the movement, greeted each other and rushed over.

Three demon hunters collided with dozens of guards of the manor.

Like wolves among sheep.

"Wow—"

The steel sword was unsheathed, Oakes leaped into the center of the crowd, twisted and slashed!

A stunning arc flickered in the air, and the sword edge slashed across the bodies of the two of them.

"Wow—"

Blood sprayed.

The body, split in two, fell to the slippery ground.

……

Phlius rotated his body, and at the same time, like a master dancer, he walked gracefully, and the blade advanced and rotated with the steps, turning into a moving whirlwind of death.

The piercing sword light rippling all over the sky, anyone who was within two meters around the body, touched by the sword wind, had their legs and hands broken, and screamed to death.

……

"boom--"

Serrit suddenly pushed forward with his left hand.

Alder shattered the air, his magic power tore through the line of defense, and the fan-shaped area in front of him was instantly emptied of the surrounding crowd.

He lunged forward again, taking advantage of the moment when the thug's body was out of balance, he sent the steel sword in his right hand forward, piercing an eyeball.

"Huh——" drew the sword, and at the same time swung it horizontally, cutting the neck of the second person.

Serrit let out a breath of white air slowly, the long sword was erected on the side of his face, his eyes were like lightning, piercing through the human wall like a bamboo.

……

On the other side, the bald man who was talking with the butler Bogut suddenly changed his expression.

"That's the end of the conversation...Mr. Pogut, your time is up."

"What do you mean by that?" The man sitting across from him was talking excitedly, feeling his mouth was dry, he took a sip of hot tea, then pricked up his ears, his expression changed, "Wait, what's the sound outside?"

"It's time for you to hit the road!"

At the end of Pogut's life, he only heard a sigh, and then his vision blurred.

The sky spun, he soared into the air, and below was a headless corpse spurting blood.

……

Inside the manor, a fierce bloody battle broke out suddenly.

But the earth-shattering shouts of killing, the sound of sharp knives piercing flesh, and the splattered blood were all drowned out by a torrential rain.

Chapter 11 The Treasure of Alphonse

The demon hunter stepped on a layer of thick blood, left several corpses behind, and came to the second floor, the room where the woman was wailing.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

"Who? Biller? Obediently stand outside, busy!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Bastard! You still dare to knock, you want to die! Didn't you skin your skin?!"

After vicious curses and a rush of footsteps.

The door is open.

Protruding a young face, Hawthorne II, who has become horribly perverted in later generations, is less than 20 years old, with greasy dark blond hair, bloodshot blue eyes, and inherited from his father's mean lips and dark nose bridge.

The body is thin and small, and the exposed upper body is full of ribs, like an underdeveloped child.

However, this guy is not short-tempered,

With crooked mouth and squinting eyes, cursing and perverted face.

"Does the son of a bitch understand the rules, dare to disturb my interest at this time!?"

Cyprian Willie's tone froze suddenly, his face full of doubts——

"No, no, you... who the hell are you?"

This complete stranger outside the door, with handsome and sharp facial features, and a slender figure, how could he be much more beautiful than the group of thick and thick men in Willy's gang?

And this dark golden vertical pupil...

The strange bloody light behind him...

The long sword dripping blood...

"hiss--"

His eyelids twitched.

"Trash Cleaner!"

As soon as the words fell, the demon hunter hit the man's lower abdomen with a lightning-like kick, kicked him back two meters, knelt down on the ground, clutched his belly and howled.

Roy dragged his long sword and strode into the door.

Looking around, his eyes couldn't help but concentrate.

In a luxuriously decorated and magnificent room, there is a striking big bed in the center, and around the vanity mirror are various cruel instruments of torture - tweezers, knives, steel needles, and leather whips.

A poor man was buried face-to-face on the bed, his smooth back was covered with marks of whipping and torture.

In the sharp perception of the witcher, she was already out of breath.

He obviously suffered a lot before his death.

"Ten years ahead, the one who should be perverted is still perverted."

"Cyprian Willie, from now on, you will never have a chance to hurt anyone!"

A cold light flashed in Roy's eyes, and Gu Weiheil danced the sword flower, and he wanted to finish this bastard with a sword!

"Wait! Don't kill me, I'll tell you a secret!"

Hawthorne II's eyes were about to split open, and he suddenly roared!

"Treasures of Alphonse, crowns, gems! Please!"

In just a moment, he had already analyzed the situation in front of him.

Since this blood-stained stranger with the eyes of a beast could come here, it can only mean that the guards of the entire manor, including his father, have suffered an accident!

Thinking back to just now, I was in the midst of extreme excitement, and there was a faint howling outside the neglected door.

No matter how unbelievable it is, I have to believe it.

But he is still young, he hasn't heard enough of the beauties' screams, and he doesn't want to die at all!

The sword that cut iron like mud dragged a shallow bloody gash on the man's neck, and then couldn't move an inch.

A thoughtful look flashed across the dark golden pupils.

Before that, Roy only planned to solve the troubles once and for all, and never considered robbing property.

But when the other party mentioned this, he couldn't help but fall in love.

The Viper School is too short of money, and Alphonse Willie, as one of the Big Four, has ruled the gang for more than ten years and made countless fortunes. How much money can he save?

"Ahem... This, boss, master, sir... You killed Alphonse, right?" Cyprian observed the other party's expression, folded his hands without dignity, fell to his knees, and begged in a low voice ,

"Put me a yard, I know where he hides his property, I will take you to find the secret room of the manor, money, jewelry, antiques, there are too many to count, enough for you to spend several lifetimes!"

"Let you go, and then come to take revenge on me?" The witcher raised his eyebrows.

"No, no! My lord, believe me! Alphonse deserves it!" The man's expression changed suddenly, and he yelled at his father, "I can't wait for him to die, I can't wait for him to be cut into pieces! He is a pervert ,demon!"

"Look, it's all his handwriting." He suddenly turned around, revealing his frightening back that was ripped apart.

There are old wounds, redness and scabs everywhere, which should be caused by long-term whipping.

"That old man Alphonse tortures me every day. If something doesn't go his way, or on a whim, he will whip me, punch me and kick me!"

Roy's face was moved.

What is it called?A pair of father and son, both are perverts?

A father who clearly holds a high position and has everything he needs, yet behaves like an animal to his only relative.

Perhaps the person in front of him has become so vicious, perverse, and neurotic, and has grown into a scum, which is also the reason why the father has been "educated" for a long time.

As the old saying goes, a lucky person spends his whole life being healed by his childhood, and an unfortunate person spends his whole life healing his childhood.

Cyprian noticed that the demon hunter's face had softened, and he was relieved. He put on an ugly smile on his sickly face, and flattered him like a mangy dog, "You killed my enemy for me. I'm too happy to be grateful." , how is it possible to retaliate?"

"You only need to say a word, from today and now, Cyprian Willie will become your most loyal subordinate, your old dog... handle all troublesome affairs for you."

But this is not an excuse for your perversion!

"Sorry... Chamber of Secrets, Fortune, I want it, but you..."

Roy shook his head, and took a last look at the corpse on the bed. A cyan inverted triangle was outlined with the five fingers of his left hand.

The French seal was reflected in the pupils, and the man's body shook instantly, his eyes were as dull as puppets.

Afterwards, the mouth opened and closed stiffly, cooperating with the witcher to ask and answer.

2 minutes passed.

Roy got the answer he wanted, and sent the long sword forward, cleanly passing through the eye sockets and penetrating into the brain.

Hawthorne II fell forward and fell into eternal sleep without pain.

"Kill...experience +20, Demon Hunter Lv7 (1020/4500)."

……

"Buzz-"

The Snake School's steel sword groaned softly, drawing a bright arc, and a Willie Gang thug holding a handaxe instantly covered his neck, slurring a few words out of his mouth.

Falling into a pool of blood, his figure twitched for a while, and returned to dead stillness.

Oakes exhaled, tore off a cloth towel from the corpse, wiped off the flesh and blood on the steel sword with the rain, and looked around with amber pupils.

At this moment, Serrit and Phlius, who were guarding the gate, also ended the battle and were doing cleaning and finishing work. Apart from the three standing demon hunters, there was no one alive.

In the spacious courtyard, no less than forty corpses lay, and the rainwater accumulated on the ground was stained red with blood.

This raid has come to an end.

……

The three of them rushed into the villa.

After a search, I met the bald man and Roy.

The five demon hunters were almost unscathed, but their mana and physical energy were consumed enormously, and their expressions were not very good.

"Guys, I have an unexpected harvest..." Roy glanced at his blood-stained companion with a tired face, and reported the good news, "I found a secret room where the treasure is stored."

"I also have an unexpected discovery." The bald man suddenly turned around and raised his chin towards the kitchen of the villa in the distance. "If I heard correctly, there is still a fish that slipped through the net."