God-level Demon Hunter

He yelled at the top of his voice, the muscles on his cheeks were distorted by fear, and his well-maintained handsome face was completely deformed,

"You are blatantly violating the agreement! Destroying the supreme truth of Novigrad!"

He spit with excitement,

"As long as anyone finds out that I am missing, you will be in great trouble!"

"Let me go right away if you are sensible! Otherwise, from now on, there will be no place for you in Nuocheng!"

"Huh? Your Excellency Matteo," Oakes sneered disdainfully, "You seem to have misunderstood the situation, and you still have the heart to threaten us?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Remember this place? Remember this brother Kayan who was hurt, abused, and disfigured by you?!"

Matteo's chest was swollen, the veins on his neck were protruding, and his lips were trembling, but he just stared at the terrifying figure like a nightmare and couldn't say a word!

Now he recognized the demon hunter lying on the operating table, tortured into a mess by him and his teacher, and finally possessed by evil spirits.

But at this moment, his scarlet lightning-like eyes clearly shone with reason and hatred.

Matteo hesitated for a moment.

Evil possessed returned to normal?There has never been a precedent.

How did he do it? !

Suddenly, the man leaned over, grabbed his collar viciously with a gust of wind, smashed into his chest with great force, and knocked the collector to the ground.

He only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a fishy sweetness in his mouth.

But he couldn't speak!

The face covered with ugly centipede-like scars and not human-like was brought close to his nose.

His cold eyes seemed to be examining a dead person.

However, the corners of his mouth curled up, without a smile, nervousness mixed with excitement.

"Bastards, you bastard! Didn't expect it, you have today, I swore a long time ago, I will repay you ten times and a hundred times for the pain you have inflicted on me!"

"Today, let you feel my pain well!"

His demeanor and tone were cold and cruel, as if a steel needle had pierced his heart repeatedly.

He was stunned, unable to breathe in fear, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

Just thinking about how this guy who once wailed and begged for mercy under his scalpel would deal with him, he felt that life would be worse than death!

"Well, I have to say that you are a lucky guy. Now, take a deep breath and enjoy the last 'happy time'..." Keyan suddenly let go, and walked back, "Come and meet your other creditor!"

The voice fell.

A man as strong as a bear stepped out from behind the demon hunter, his face was full of exhaustion.

Because of sadness and anger, his eyes were red and his expression was distorted.

And he held a slender girl in his arms.

The pale and beautiful face is so attractive and familiar.

That's right, the Daughter of the Dark Sun that he has been investigating for several years, an immature collection.

Appeared in front of him again.

Matteo, who believed in magic science, doubted for the first time in his life that there were some righteous gods in this world.

Otherwise, how could two enemies come to your door in one day?

"puff……"

Todd gently put Aisha in front of the warlock, and smoothed the blonde hair on her forehead.

Eyes rounded.

Stretch out the arms that are as thick as ordinary people's thighs, pinch the neck of the enemy, and lift him into the air.

"Bastard, son of a bitch! Immediately, immediately, dispel the vicious spell on Aisha and wake her up!"

"Uh... uh... so this poor orphan girl has a father." Matteo was thrown on the ground like a puppet, turned his eyes to look at the witchers around him, and then lowered his head to look back. Hands and feet in magic metal shackles.

current situation.

The magic power was brutally blocked, and the enchanted equipment was also taken away.

Several demon hunters stared at him.

There is no doubt that he must die!

So why cooperate?

"Hehe, a reckless man with no sense of art! Do you want me to personally destroy a work of art that is about to be completed?" Matteo rubbed the bruised bruise on his neck and shook his head, "It's dead anyway, I Why don't you take this poor girl with you!"

"boom!"

A fist the size of a sandbag hit his cheek.

Matteo fell to the ground covering his face, a mass of bruises swelled up, and his handsome little white face was completely destroyed.

"Bastard, you still want to negotiate terms!? I'll beat you to a pulp right now!"

Like a storm, punches and kicks.

Matiou was bouncing left and right like a sandbag, and his thin body seemed to fall apart at any moment!

But he didn't say a word, staring stubbornly, looking around everyone provocatively.

"Boom!"

Matiou fell to the ground head-on, his handsome nose was skewed to the left, and the nosebleeds flowed wantonly on his face.

Todd took a deep breath and raised his fist again.

"Man, it's too cheap to kill him with a few punches."

Siri snorted coldly, and placed a wooden box in front of Matteo.

Lifting the wooden cover reveals a series of small and delicate instruments of torture that flicker coldly:

Tweezers, scalpels, pliers, nails, drills...

Serrit took out a scalpel, slowly stroked the back of the knife with his fingertips, and spoke devilish words. "I've heard that most warlocks have received special training to resist mind control in the Academy of Magic. Our seals won't work for you, so how about some new tricks?"

Amber eyes shone with excitement, "Let's make a bet, if you can persist for two hours later, you will be free again! Otherwise... oh, no, no otherwise."

"Such a fun thing can't be monopolized by one person!" Oakes squatted down beside Serrit, picked up a pair of tweezers, his pale gums were illuminated by the firelight, "Let's play alone for half an hour, but let's talk first, we have to Control the scale. Don't break the toy in advance."

"Don't worry, there are various medicines in my package, including the potion of calendula, and the swallow potion for demon hunters. After magical transformation, the warlock must be able to drink a few bottles? Anyway, he will definitely not die!"

The young witcher stretched out his hands, and several gleaming medicine jars lined up in front of Matteo.

The warlock's arrogance was extinguished in an instant, his face smeared with nosebleeds, his muscles twitched, and his body, which was much thinner than that of all the demon hunters, trembled like chaff.

"Isn't there a metamorphic spider hiding near Nuocheng? Catch it and lock them together. After a month, you'll be able to harvest a nest of little spiders and make charcoal-grilled spider legs." The bald man glanced at the warlock expressionlessly. , "Have you ever done a similar experiment? Believe me, the feeling of the spider eggs wriggling in the body is very ecstasy. It is much more 'happy' than going to the spear cave to have fun."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome, let me peel off the skin later, sprinkle some salt, and then cut off his flesh one by one!" Kaiyan and the vulture stood side by side, with one pair of red and one green eyes, Like a hungry beast, it emits a faint light, "The traditional craftsmanship of the cat pie, 360 knives, will never let people die before the cut."

Saying that, Keyan picked up the scalpel!

"Stop!" Matteo yelled suddenly, hanging his head,

"Puff-"

With his knees on the ground, Matteo Sikura, one of the Big Three in Nordic City, knelt down in front of the witcher.

"I will remove the spell, but I... just ask you to give me a good time!" Matteo raised his head, because of humiliation and fear, there were faint tears in his eyes,

"Don't torture!"

"It turns out that you are also a coward who bullies the weak and fears the hard. But it is a good attitude to be willing to cooperate."

"If you tell me a way now, the torture can be reduced by half, 180 knives." Kaiyan's rough and strong palm pressed the warlock's shoulder, and the scalpel swung around his eyelids, and then suddenly stuck and dragged, dragging out a thin line. Long bloody mouth.

Blood oozed from the eyelids, and one of the warlock's eyes was stained red,

"I've lost my patience. Finally, I'll give you three seconds to think about it. Do you agree?"

"Guru..."

Chapter 42 Too late to say goodbye

Under the flickering firelight, a man wearing anti-magic shackles on his hands and feet was giving a "speech" with his head held high and his voice extremely loud.

It seems to want to vent all the energy left in my life!

"Aisha's current state is called a soul-bound corpse... In fact, she is dead, but her soul is trapped in a body full of secret texts. And she is a soul that was tortured and full of resentment during her lifetime."

"Bastard! What did you do to her?!"

"Calm down, buddy," Roy grabbed the furious Todd, "Listen to him first, it's important to save Aisha!"

Only then did Todd gasp heavily, controlling his impulse.But still glared at him.

"During the day, the soul sleeps in the container. After the sun sets, the soul wakes up, struggles in the 'cage', and vents its resentment." Mateo seems to be in a certain frenzy, looking at the quiet A beautiful girl, "She will instinctively use her own magic power to resurrect the dead within a certain range of her body, drive them, hunt and kill the living, absorb life and soul, and feed back herself...to thrive."

Roy thought for a while, this kind of resurrection is just a superficial thing, awakening a bunch of walking corpses - they have no soul at all, as evidenced by the extremely thin experience before.

"Until the Soulbound Corpse absorbs enough 'nutrition' and matures, it will break out of its shell and become a powerful demon spirit full of sadness and resentment in its heart," Matteo squinted his eyes, as if staring at some kind of magnificent art Product, with a look of admiration on his face, "Possesses a power not inferior to that of the Plague Demon!"

"Unfortunately, her current growth progress is less than one-tenth..."

Several demon hunters exchanged glances, and they all felt like they were looking at a lunatic.

"So, you let the corpse collector take her away on purpose? Where did you learn this vicious ritual?" the bald man asked, "I've never seen a soul-bound corpse, let alone a man-made demon spirit. "

"Except for the Griffin School, other schools are not much better than ordinary people. They are almost equivalent to magic insulators. It is normal not to understand the mysteries of magic experiments!"

A look of arrogance flashed across Matteo's face. He was calm when people were about to die, "As for this ceremony, it is undoubtedly a peerless treasure, the painstaking efforts of Mr. Steingard and I."

"It took us more than ten years to unearth it from the large tomb of the Wozig people and the rubbings of the huge stele of the Dauk people..."

"Crazy Etibald is not lying! Girls born during the dark day are indeed extraordinary compared to ordinary girls."

"My previous experiments proved that the cursed girl's body structure is already different from ordinary people!"

"Some sort of red spongy mass over the skull and spine, internal organs all misplaced, some completely missing. All organs covered with moving cilia, and pink and blue lumps of flesh."

Roy's heart skipped a beat.

They didn't find these abnormalities when they dissected Aisha. Was it restored by Matteo, or was this guy just making it up?

Mateo plausibly said, "Ordinary girls can't make soulbound corpses at all! They can't react to chaotic energy either!"

"Only the daughters of the black sun, they are special!"

"But God is not perfect for me. Over the years, I have only found one Daughter of the Black Sun who meets the requirements... The others were either captured by others, or died young, or lived in seclusion in a remote countryside and could not be searched for."

"And just from the surface, it is impossible to tell the difference between the girl of the black sun and the ordinary girl!"

"Everything has caused the progress of the ceremony to be extremely slow!"

……

"What a beast!" Oakes spat at him.

"Magic lunatic! Create a powerful demon spirit through rituals, wreak havoc in Nuo City and destroy your own territory. What benefits can you get?" Lei Suo puzzled,

"A rude witcher will never appreciate high art..." Matteo said proudly, "So what if hundreds of people die for a perfect collection?"

"This group of mortals, instead of living a mediocre life like livestock in Nuo City, it is better to dedicate themselves to the great art of magic!"

"Aren't you a god?" Serrit raised his eyebrows, "Why decide the life and death of mortals?"

"No, no, no..." Roy shook his head, "Even a god should not take anyone's life without consent!"

"Okay, guys, it's useless to talk." The bald man turned to the warlock, "How should we cure Aisha?"

Todd also looked over nervously.

"Didn't you understand? The spell can be lifted, but the dead cannot be brought back to life." Matteo's eyes turned around several people, especially the father who stayed the longest, and smiled meanly, "I will tell you the method, so that The little girl's soul is released from the 'prison', and then, at most, stays in the present world for a moment or three, saying goodbye to this 'good father'... and going to nothingness."

"Bastard! You have to save her!" Todd rushed over with a frenzied expression, his hands pinching Warlock's shoulders like iron clamps, "There must be a way, tell me!"

"As I said, I can't do anything... Of course you can't either!" Matteo tempted suddenly, "But if she is allowed to develop to the end, she can be resurrected in another way."

"If you become a banshee, you can still retain a little bit of your previous consciousness."

Todd looked startled.