God-level Demon Hunter

Alphonse Willy is dead, and the evil power he left behind is a piece of fat before the Big Three, which will soon be devoured.

After accepting the inheritance, it is natural to take responsibility and deal with this hot potato!

And it is impossible for them to tolerate a force that breaks the rules and kills gangs sleeping soundly beside them.

"Cleaver the Butcher, Beran the Beggar, and Olof the Collector will definitely negotiate with the murderer first... let's not be in a hurry."

At that time, the church may still reap some benefits.

"Sir, you are wise."

"Why are you still standing there stupidly, the villa has been searched?"

"Ah."

Chapelle's heart skipped a beat, "Apart from dead people, have you found any other good things?"

It stands to reason that part of Alphonse's property should be stored in the manor. If it can be donated to the Eternal Flame, more believers will bathe in grace.

"Um, sir, the brothers did find a secret room, but inside..." the guard's expression turned bitter, "there is only a box of poetry collections that are sick and hidden."

"..."

……

"Cave of the Spear".

Novigrad's most well-known and popular pastime, one of the legacy of the Wiley Gang.

In the past, the brothel was open all night, and there was an endless stream of customers who came to waste their energy, but today the brothel unexpectedly closed.

Hundreds of gang members are densely packed, blocking the closed door decorated with ivory carvings, driving away the enthusiastic guests and curious passers-by.

The gang is clearly divided into three parts: the most numerous beggars in ragged clothes, yellow and emaciated; the strong human men with swords and sticks and tattoos on their arms; , and a few mixed-blood elves and gnomes here and there.

The gang members of the three gangs disliked each other and barely kept calm.

Inside the door, in the brothel hall, crystal magic lamps cast bright light.

Three gang leaders dressed in very different styles sat in a triangle around the round table in the center.

"I received definite news that just three days ago, five demon hunters entered the civilian area from the north gate of Novigrad, and a dispute broke out with the Willy gang in the market, dragging them into the alley .”

Wearing a plain gray uniform, a thick hooded cloak, a kind-hearted, bald man with a good-natured face, he slowly fumbled for the golden seal ring on his finger, "then the witcher took a hand from each of them and drove them back Willie Gang."

"On the second day, Alphonse Willy's butler, Boggart, met with the witcher at the Vanilla Inn..."

"On the third day... that vicious incident happened yesterday!" The man's tone froze, his hands resting on his chin, and his black pupils showed deep fear, "No one of the 56 core members of the entire gang was spared. !"

"Your Excellency Beran... are you sure it was done by the demon hunter?" The handsome, fair-skinned man in a purple silk robe stroked the elegant beard on his chin, "Five people dealt with more than 50 people?"

"Is this possible? If I remember correctly, Old Willy also recruited a warlock to protect him."

"How is it impossible?! I have dealt with demon hunters before. Any one, even if the mutation is incomplete, is powerful and fast as lightning. The champion of the martial arts competition in my hometown Tanshan is not enough to fight in front of them. Let alone five Whoa!" The third dwarf stood up yelling red-faced and thick-necked, his oiled mohawk hair gleaming under the magic lamp, which was extremely eye-catching.

He opened and clenched his black-haired palms, and said in a choked voice,

"I've lived for most of my life, and I've never seen a pack of demon hunters like rabbits. If they join forces, let alone one against ten, even if the mob you brought all pounces on them, the entire army will be wiped out." , can't hurt a single hair! Believe it or not?!"

"Cliff, put away your outburst!" Beggar King Beilan narrowed his eyes and said embarrassingly, "Olof and I are not your subordinates, so we have no obligation to listen to your complaints!"

"Use your brain and give some useful advice. How should we deal with the demon hunter?"

"Continue to let it go? What if they have a whim one day, like breaking into Willie Manor, break into our site and start killing, are you willing?"

Only then did Cleaver snort heavily, and sat down reluctantly.

"My subordinates had the opportunity to look at five demon hunters up close, four of them wore viper pendants, and one wore a cat head pendant... The snake pie is nothing more than the cat pie, and I believe both of them have heard of it. All kinds of insane deeds of this group...mood and anger, acting on instinct and impulse. It is not uncommon for Alphonse to be annihilated when provoked."

"According to what you said, demon hunters do have serious dislikes. And cat pie, which represents uncontrollable factors... must be erased!" The collector pinched the Haoshi pendant around his neck, his slender eyes were as cold as poisonous snakes , "I suggest, let's work together to destroy this group of 'invaders'!"

"I already have a plan. Let's prepare the anti-magic metal first, then add some explosives, and take the initiative to launch a surprise attack to abolish their lame spell-like abilities!" The collector smiled sullenly, his cheeks flushed with excitement, " Without spells, is the witcher still at the mercy of others?"

"Okay... you can treat their steel swords as vegetarians." The dwarf sneered, touched the cockscomb head in disdain, and kept the ends of his hair straight. "When the time comes, your Excellency's people will go up first, at the front! Belan and I brothers and queens."

"Clever, what do you mean?!"

"What I mean is very simple...the bloody lesson is before us," the dwarf's face darkened, "The demon hunters in a group are invincible, even if they can be eliminated, they will pay a terrible price, which is too big for you to imagine! "

Hearing the words, the Beggar King thought of the tragedy at Willie Manor again, and sighed.

Maybe it's getting older and he doesn't want to go through the unsettling turmoil again.

"The butcher is right. It's tough with the witcher. If one escapes—I have to remind you, both the snake faction and the cat faction made their fortunes from assassination. Let one go, and after that, we don't have to think about it again." Sleep well."

"What's more, they can fight ten against one. They have already proved their own strength and are entitled to the most basic respect... let's have a negotiation, find out their attitude and future plans, and it is best to reach a permanent peace protocol."

"The well water does not interfere with the river water. Only by maintaining peace can Nuocheng prosper and our work is meaningful!"

"Are you serious? Hundreds of people, surrendering to five mutants?!" The collector widened his brown eyes, full of anger, "When did the majestic beggar king and butcher become soft bones?"

"Your Excellency Olof, I know that you, as a 'noble warlock', have always discriminated against non-human races, and even collected some 'contraband items', but don't be blinded by the inexplicable sense of superiority!" The beggar king stared at the collector's Eyes, "Besides, I never said I would give in. It's just a negotiation on an equal footing! This way doesn't work, and there is a second solution."

"Anti-magic metals, explosives, prepare in advance," the Beggar King looked serious, "At worst, the fish will die and the net will be broken!"

"Now, Cleaver and I have made a choice. You insist on going your own way... Overstepping the negotiation and launching an attack by force, no problem, but if you are retaliated, don't blame us for not intervening!"

Collector's expression changed, and he was so gloomy that water dripped out. After a while, he sighed heavily.

"Then do as you say. Contact the demon hunter and try to reach an agreement!"

"I thought of a good place to communicate..." The butcher stroked his well-groomed whip, and his cockscomb-like hairstyle shook slightly, "Both Hawthorne I and II have gone to hell, but the Willy Gang held The fighting competition must continue!"

"When the time comes, we'll talk at the venue. Our territory is full of people, so demon hunters should be a little bit scrupulous."

The Beggar King nodded, his gentle eyes suddenly lit up, "Next, we should discuss Old Willy's legacy: casinos, underground fighting arenas, and brothels including the 'Lance Cave'. How to allocate, draw up a charter, this afternoon You can send someone to take over."

"Let me interject, a part must be set aside to fill the appetite of the executioner of the Eternal Flame..." The collector straightened his short purple hair, and said rather painfully, "Only the inheritance can be delivered smoothly."

……

In the southeast of Nuo City, outside the civilian area.

A slender figure stood on the roof, wielding a long sword.

The tip of the sword goes over the top of the head, the shoulders are straight, the whole body is relaxed, and the feet are in a T-step, starting from the top position, switching from top to bottom to the bull position and the plow position...

Get up to the tail position like a dragon lizard flicking its tail.

The movement is smooth and swaying freely.

The long sword tore through the air, refracted the sun, and left afterimages. Following the progressive postures and steps, it uttered a soft chant as swift as the wind.

Compared with before, there is a bit more fierceness, which comes from the style of the cat school.

After a while, Roy breathed out, put his sword back into its sheath, and glanced at the records on the panel.

Long Sword Specialization Lv2: Further master the basics of long sword swordsmanship. When using long swords, half-handed swords and other weapons, strength, agility, and constitution attributes will get a 5.00%→[-] bonus, making you more powerful in melee combat Parry, block, dodge, and attack faster and more precisely.

You can actively activate this ability, the bonus effect is doubled, but the physical energy consumption is also doubled, and this state lasts for at least 30 seconds. )

After a killing in the manor, the sword technique broke through silently.

At the same time, he realized an important problem.

The suppressive ability carried by Guvihir has an unimaginable impact on ordinary people with low willpower. It doesn't take 10 minutes, starting from a dozen seconds, they will be seriously disturbed, enter a state of frequent distraction, and become timid before fighting.

As if seeing something terrible.

"This skill is simply a weapon for group warfare. If you deal with dozens of people at the same time... what effect will it have?"

Roy couldn't help thinking.

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted, and a little girl with red clothes, braided hair, and a delicate face with a little baby fat came into his sight.

Through the narrow alley, he went straight to the downstairs of his house and knocked on the door.

"Huh—" Roy jumped straight and jumped straight down to the top of the third floor, standing behind the little girl.

She was taken aback, turned around, her face was pale, her mouth was puckered and she almost didn't cry, then she forced a smile,

"You... are you a master witcher?"

"That's right..."

"His Majesty Francis Bellan sends his greetings to you!" the little girl said, and handed over a note.

The latter touched her braid, and stuffed a coin into her sweaty palm.

"The day after tomorrow, the underground fighting arena, negotiations? Sure enough, those who should come can't escape. Then go meet the Big Three!"

Chapter 13 Our Land

Sunny morning.

In the southeast corner of Novigrad, a converted warehouse by the canal.

In 1261, the Nordic Fighting Competition kicked off.

This competition has a long history. It first appeared hundreds of years ago in the celebration of humans defeating elves.

Later, in order to exercise the people's physical fitness and inspire fighting will to cope with frequent conflicts between kingdoms, the rulers retained this sport, and it continues to be a popular traditional sport today, second only to Gwent.

No matter which city in the northern border, outside the tavern or in the alley, you can always see sweaty muscular men standing in a circle, waving their fists and cheering.

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, brave and fearless boxers, welcome to the annual Nuocheng Boxing Competition..." the middle-aged host with greasy hair said loudly, "It's drowsy Have you seen enough of the long, boring Gwent game? Next, we will present you with a no-holds-barred, hearty, and most exciting game! Let you experience a feast of blood and death up close!"

The host's eyes scanned the three major gangs around, more than 100 fighters with fierce expressions, and the fighters immediately waved their fists and roared angrily in response.

Blood sex and male hormones filled the entire warehouse.

"Are you ready, everyone? I have already seen the answer from your eager faces. But please allow me to say a few more words," the host smiled, "This competition has prepared the most considerate service for the distinguished guests , wine, food, everything, and music... There is no music that is more beautiful than the cry of the warriors struggling to fight."

The faces of the more peripheral audience flushed with excitement, and some middle-aged ladies couldn't help touching the well-developed muscles of the boxers who were close at hand, and then their delicate bodies trembled.

Upon hearing this, the audience frantically flocked to the man with a bamboo basket around his waist, throwing bags of coins at him like a nouveau riche, and spit flying all over their faces!

Crazier than a farmer catching the morning market.

"NO.13 Dark Scarecrow, ten crowns!"

"Snakeskin alligator size 35, twenty crowns!"

"Desert Butcher No. 68, fifty crowns!"

……

"The purpose of the underground fighting competition is only one, to make the opponent incapacitated, or take the initiative to admit defeat, and win the 'Fist of Wrath'." Francis Beran stood on the second floor of the warehouse, with his hands on the railing, overlooking the crowded scene below, "But there is a premise, within the scope of the rules... any cheating behavior is expressly prohibited, and those who violate the rules will be eliminated directly, or even permanently banned!"

"Do the masters think this rule makes sense?"

Five meters away, on the other side of the warehouse, Roy glanced at the beggar king, the butcher, and the dense crowd of thugs around the collector, and exchanged glances with his two companions.

Only he, Lei Suo, and Serrit attended the meeting this time.

Oakes and Fliers were still outside, lest they be set up to catch them all.

However, he did not expect that the Big Three would actually come to negotiate in person, which was considered a great deal of face.

The beggar king is not much different from his impression of benevolence. In fact, in later generations, when warlocks and non-human races were persecuted by the eternal flame, it was this man who stood up and provided life-saving in the base camp of the Rotten Forest for only a meager reward. shelter and shelter.

He hated any fanaticism and discrimination, and Roy admired this.

The butcher's Hormok hairstyle was exactly the same as Cantila's, but his temper didn't seem to be as violent as imagined. Facing at least three demon hunters, he and a group of small fortress-like subordinates remained obediently silent.

The collector, Olof Beard, was actually a warlock. The talismans and rings all over his body exuded faint elemental fluctuations, his eyes were disdainful, and his face was the most unkind.

Quite beyond his expectations.

People who forget to eat and sleep to study magic usually don't have much time to spend on the pursuit of power.

If there were any exceptions, according to Roy's memory, most of them were conspirators!

"Of course, if there are no rules and principles, wouldn't the whole world be in chaos?" The bald man replied on behalf of the demon hunter, "So the last action only punished the violators and did not harm any innocent people."

"You let that poor woman go. I knew at that time that the master is a man of principle!" The dwarf with the cockscomb head waved to the side, and suddenly a bearded, muscular dwarf woman was holding a bottle of red wine More and more people came out and filled the cups. The three demon hunters, the Big Three of Novigrad, each had a cup.

"I appreciate principles the most! Just like me, as long as I don't touch my bottom line, everyone is a good brother, a good brother, otherwise I swear! I will definitely pull out the intestines of the blind guy from his belly button and tie a knot. Throw it into the sea and feed it to the sharks!"

"This cup is for the precious principles of the masters!" The dwarf suddenly raised the cup,

Under the bright light, among the voices of people, six hands raised the cup.

All in one drink!

"I drank the wine too," Olof Beard suddenly put down his glass and said coldly, "Should I give an explanation, demon hunter? When I first arrived in Nuocheng, I was lawless and killed one of our colleagues. For what reason, you all made a big mistake!"