God-level Demon Hunter

The female sorceress in a blue veil dress with beautiful curves stood in front of a pile of alchemy instruments, casting spells calmly, surrounded by magical light, pointing her finger at the cauldron, large stick, and measuring cylinder from time to time.

"Chirp - chirp -"

Bags of dried herbs on the shelves, cut into pieces, and dark red monster organs automatically flew into three containers.

"Ghoul Mutant! Number 1!"

Rita Nied gave a coquettish cry, and the demon hunter behind him immediately stepped forward and threw a fist-sized, scarlet growth into the cauldron.

At this time, due to the torment of the virus, the appearance of the demon hunter has undergone very obvious changes from before.

He had lost a lot of weight, and the shirt that fitted him had become baggy, two sizes too big.

Her short black hair was as dry and yellow as straw. Because she was too thin, her cheekbones were protruding, and her dark gold pupils were particularly large, like plump almonds. The bloodshot eyes were dense and terrifying like sandworms.

He has the haggardness of a terminally ill patient.

But his spirit was extremely vigorous, his eyes seemed to be filled with flames, and his pale cheeks had a sickly blush.

"Crab Spider! Number 2!"

"Batwing Demon! No. 3!"

Rita Needle kept calling the shots.

The witcher was like a golem just filled with chaotic energy, completing each of her instructions accurately and quickly.

The two cooperated in perfect harmony.

This went on for 5 minutes.

The witcher mixes all the green mutants, blue mutants, and red mutants into the three solutions in a strict ratio of 6:1:1.

The sorceress began to chant a spell, and her slender hands with purple nails made dazzling gestures on her chest.

The sound of the incantation was clear and sweet at first, like a gurgling brook. As the chaotic energy in the laboratory became denser, the sound of the incantation became louder.

into the language of nature.

From the continuous chirping of cicadas in summer to the surging water waves hitting Jiaoyan.

At a certain moment, a strong wind blew up on the spot, blowing her hair like flying flames.

The sorceress's close-fitting dress is like a banner unfurling in the wind.

There is a faintly majestic dark cloud floating under the ceiling.

Rumble!

"Gulu Gulu" in the three containers bubbled densely, like boiling hot spring water, and the invisible magic hand pressed the fast-forward button on them.

Boil it, refine it, and it's done in a flash.

The volume of the solution shrinks at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Rainbow-like gas burst out of the container, and a strange smell... like sticky blood mixed with honey... filled the air of the entire laboratory.

"Shh-"

The gestures and incantations come to an abrupt end!

Three balls of ooze-like liquid flew out of the container, rose into the air, and suddenly fell into the smooth and flat experimental table, into three crystal clear cups.

The female sorceress wiped the crystal sweat from the tip of her nose with a white handkerchief, her chest heaved and she let out a long sigh of relief.

The catkin relaxes, and casually lifts the first cup of solution.

The sluggish eyes turned to the witcher, Rita Nied pursed her red lips,

"These are the three core potions of the Flying Lion Monster Green Grass Potion... Mother's Tears—"

The whole body is emerald green, like a rippling river of life,

"Wild black wort—"

Scarlet like blood, exuding deadly charm,

"Thatch juice—"

As blue as the sky, it is intoxicating at a glance.

"If you use the injection method, the effect of the medicine will be too fast, and it will be too dangerous for you. So you'd better drink them up and slowly digest and absorb the decoction through the stomach."

"But it must be within 5 minutes, otherwise the efficacy of the medicine will be lost."

The witcher stretched out to the "Mother's Tears" in her palm without hesitation...

Rita Needle suddenly grabbed his hand.

The fragrant shoulders trembled slightly.

look him in the eye,

The sound is gentle and soft as velvet.

"Little villain, it's still too late to give up now. With your physical fitness, you will be able to recover to your best condition within half a year."

"But once you drink them, there is no way out..."

"Live or die in agony."

"Cuckoo!" In the corner of the laboratory, a brown-yellow griffin the size of a lion rushed over suddenly, rubbing its soft head against the demon hunter's leg.

There was flattery in Wu Liuliu's eyes.

The loyal griffin participated in the whole trial process and witnessed all the changes of the master these days.

She became distraught.

Afraid of losing this dearest person who raised her up.

Roy rubbed the mane on top of her head, and patted her neck comfortingly, without saying a word.

Skinny cheeks turned to the sorceress with an ugly smile,

"Huanhu, remember my premonition? This trial is bound to succeed, at most... there is no danger!"

There was a confident light in the witcher's eyes, and his tone was gentle but firm, "And why am I willing to leave you?"

The witcher approached her, his bony body emitting astonishing heat like a furnace, his bloodshot pupils as deep as stars in the night sky.

All the flickering light was projected into that cup.

He suddenly took the "Mother's Tears" from the sorceress and took a deep breath.

"Before taking the medicine, I have a wish—"

"Ugh—" He turned around and put his arms around the astonished Rita Nieder, and kissed her bitterly.

Until the mouth is covered with coral lipstick.

He let out a long breath,

"Coral, trust me... for a while, no matter what happens to me, don't use magic!"

"Grumbling..."

There was a trembling sound of swallowing in the laboratory, and the witcher drank three decoctions in one go.

Then she lay down peacefully on the operating table, on Rita Need's soft thigh.

The sorceress gently inserted her left hand into his hair, and held his hand with the other hand, staring at his face without blinking her bright eyes.

The flying lion monster's green herb potion took effect, and he closed his eyes tiredly, as if falling into a deep sleep, his breathing was steady, and his physical signs were normal.

It's just that the hands and feet occasionally twitch suddenly, and the blood vessels and tendons under the skin playfully bulge, swim, and retract from time to time like a loach.

After half a day.

Upheaval came unexpectedly.

"Pfft..."

Hot blood sprayed into the air.

The sorceress touched her smooth cheek in a daze, and stretched out her hand to have a look.

The bright lights in the laboratory illuminated a large swath of dark red blood and dark red blood on the palm of his hand.

"Puff..." Shocking drops of blood appeared on the demon hunter's face.

Rita Nied seemed to hear the slight shattering of capillaries like mosquitoes, and the blood was desperately oozing out from under the skin of the man in front of her.

Accompanied by vomiting blood, body temperature rises.

Like a severe bout of hemorrhagic fever.

Bleeding symptoms continued.

Half an hour later, Roy lost at least [-]% of his blood, and his light silk coat was stained a dazzling red, turning him completely into a blood man.

Rita Nieder's heart was suspended, and she didn't even wipe off the remaining blood on her face.

But that's just the beginning.

The two medicinal properties of the conflict in the demon hunter's body were far from being satisfied, and they raged intensified, like a violent rabid dog - tearing his skin apart.

At a certain moment, the skin next to the nose under the witcher's left eyelid suddenly cracked, exposing muscles and blood vessels the size of a fingernail.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks began to spread.

Spread from the cheeks to the chest, back, and slowly develop towards the limbs.

Forming ugly, blood-burning spider webs.

Roy, turned into a gradually broken porcelain.

Rita Needle applied layer after layer of bandages and sewed up the wound with sterile needles and thread.

But there were too many wounds and bleeding points, and the blood loss continued.

……

Before she knew it, her palms were covered with a mixture of blood and sweat.

Staring at the person in front of him, soaked in a pool of blood.

His face was pale, his whole body felt as if he had fallen into a freezer, and his back felt chills one after another.

Extensive skin loss coupled with this level of blood loss...

Is the trial of green grass about to fail at the very beginning?

She was bitter.

Sure enough, a witcher can't swallow two different formulas at all, I shouldn't let you go.

If you fail the trial, you fail.

But you can't die!

Rita Nieder bit her lip, the water healing condensed on her fingertips, shining with pure white light.

But before doing it, the solemn exhortation of the demon hunter suddenly came to mind,

"Don't meddle!"

She hesitated for a moment.

Suddenly, a miraculous scene appeared before the eyes of the sorceress, which can be called a miracle——

The unconscious witcher suddenly let out a muffled grunt, and the large pieces of cracked skin on his face and arms spontaneously shrank inward and glued together, as if an invisible force had pieced them together.

Although still bloody, far from fully healed.

But the blood loss was finally relieved, and the witcher's body temperature also began to drop, and his blood pressure, breathing, and heartbeat tended to stabilize.

Rita Needed revoked the magic, clutched her chest, and breathed a sigh of relief.

A trace of thought flashed across Qiao's face.

……

The moment he swallowed the decoction of the flying lion monster.

Roy's spirit was firmly locked on the template.

He witnessed with his own eyes that various negative states such as blood loss, high fever, and weakness gradually appeared on the template.The health value also continued to drop from 170 to less than 30 points.