God-level Demon Hunter

Near death.

It wasn't until the "activation" was used that the precarious state was finally stabilized.

"Is this the drug conflict that Coral said?"

The toxicity of the decoction of the flying lion monster is no longer a fear for him.

The difficulty lies in the collision of the decoction of the flying lion monster and the remaining snake pie decoction in the body.

It was as if two invisible forces were fighting in his body, destroying his bones, blood vessels, internal organs, and even cracking his genes.

He had to get through it, at least to stay alive.

And full recovery cannot be used prematurely.

Otherwise, the transformation has not been completed, and he can only be regarded as a half-baked.

So one round of complete meditation every day, the accumulated "activation" is very important to him, it is a skill that can prolong his life!

Thinking of this, the demon hunter sank into the void of meditation.

Embrace that cluster of bright and mischievous elements.

Looking at the four elemental planes in the ancient sky in the distance.

In the eyes of the sorceress, the expression of the blood-soaked witcher became calmer than ever.

……

the next period of time.

The Trial of Green Grass entered a rhythm familiar to Roy.

The war between the decoction of the flying lion monster and the decoction of the snake pie broke out once a day.

Use his body as a battlefield.

In his blood vessels, bone marrow, tissues and organs, he rampaged like a sharp knife, wantonly destroying.

Demon hunters manifest in various states—systemic hemorrhage, fluctuating body temperature, nervous epilepsy, bleeding from the seven orifices, insane raving, sleepwalking, low laughter, and swearing for no reason!

Even multiple symptoms are mixed.

During this period, the "activation" skill that restores 30.00% of life and heals minor injuries shows great potential, and often pulls him back from the brink of death.

Let him linger.

Rita Nieder witnessed the miracle, to the point of numbness.

The sorceress showed amazing patience and thoughtfulness throughout the trial.

After the daily torment, the witcher's state often becomes very bad, covered in blood, sweat, and sometimes dirty and smelly.

However, Rita Nieder never disliked it.

Every day, I take the trouble to wipe and clean his body carefully with a soft cotton towel and warm water.

Take time out, use the big iron pot in the laboratory, use the seafood from the sea port, and carefully cook a portion of food with balanced nutrition, complete color, fragrance and flavor.

During his brief waking hours each day, he was fed spoon by spoon.

During Roy's short waking hours, he had been moved to tease that as long as there is such a gentle, considerate, beautiful and charming nurse in any hospital!

The whole city, all the men will become sick.

……

There are still three days until the January period.

The state of the demon hunter is becoming more and more perfect, and his condition is steadily improving—the two decoctions not only brought pain and destruction, but also a rapid improvement in the speed of transformation—his skin, muscles, blood vessels, tissues, organs, and bones , Numerous injuries and reconstructions.

Break and stand.

Become stronger, more vibrant, with amazing resilience.

His physique went from bony to full, his lost muscles returned and became stronger, and the wounds all over his body scabbed and healed.

Leave a scar.

His head jumped up a bit.

Originally, she was a little shorter than Rita Needle, but now, her eyes are at the same level as hers.

His short hair, which fell over the nape of his neck at an alarming rate, was black with a touch of gray.

His heartbeat became stronger and stronger, like cast steel, as if it would resound into the endless future.

……

On this day, Roy, who was suffering on the operating table, felt a strong strangeness.

He clearly closed his eyes.

A tragic vision appeared in what should have been a pitch-black field of vision——

A giant Agkistrodon viper covered with yellow-gray diamond-shaped patches is tightly entangled with a male lion with a black hook at the end of its tail.

The slender body of the Viper shrank and tensed, strangling the Manticore's mountain-like body torn apart and blood oozing.

In the sound of "hissing", the scarlet snake letter was spit out, and the lion's head was swallowed by its extremely wide mouth.

And the manticore roared earth-shatteringly inside it, its hook-sharp tail cone pierced its mottled skin, and its sickle-like claws tore its torso apart.

In the stalemate, the struggle between the manticore and the viper came to an end, and the two creatures were exhausted and merged into one body, you are in me, and I am in you.

Bright red blood flowed from countless wounds.

Rolled into the black void.

In an instant, the witcher felt a surge of vitality.

into his body.

Flush every cell of him.

into nutrients.

He sucked it up greedily.

Every muscle, every blood vessel, every piece of skin is full of explosive power.

My heart beat like a drum, as if it was about to burst my chest.

He wants to vent!

In an instant, the demon hunter suddenly opened his eyes, and the pupils turned——

The right eye is still pure dark gold, but the iris of the left eye is split in two strangely.

Half of it is dark gold, and the other half is shining with silver-gray light!

Chapter 28 Intermediate Witcher

Under changing light.

Suddenly a figure sat up on the operating table.

His face was scabbed and his body was strong.

The pupils of different colors slowly turned to the female sorceress who was guarding beside her.

The two pairs of eyes intersected instantly.

Rita Nieder stared at the young man exuding a strong aura in front of her eyes, she couldn't help covering her red lips, her face was ignited with joy, and tears welled up in her blue eyes.

"Coral, I succeeded!" The witcher smiled brightly at her, rolled his long arms, and gently grabbed the arm of the sorceress, pulling her into his arms.

He hugged her tightly from behind.

His chin rested on her shoulder, and his left hand caressed her long hair, which was burning like "a forest fire", savoring the sweet scent of roses.

Kissed her shoulder lightly.

The two cheeks are close together.

The sorceress closed her eyes comfortably.

Both of them fell into silence, listening to each other's heartbeat, enjoying a moment of silent tenderness.

After a while, the witcher breathed a sigh of relief.

"Coral, you have worked hard during this time... please allow me to repay you well!"

"Ok?"

Roy spoke sincerely, but did not hear any response.

Turn around and look.

Rita Needed had closed her eyelids and fell asleep in his arms.

The long eyelashes blinked slightly, ten seconds later.

She snored loudly.

The sorceress is so tired.

The process of the grass trial is a kind of torture for the demon hunter, and it also means pain for the spellcaster who presides over the ceremony.

This month, Rita Nieder had to get up in the middle of the night to check the body of the witcher, so she didn't get a full night's sleep.

Roy looked at this tired pretty face with guilt, kissed her forehead lightly, and gently carried her to the operating table to lie down in the way of a princess, and covered her with a blanket.

With his left hand caressing her cheek, his strange eyes stared at her.

a long time.

The witcher turned around and made a silent gesture to Golfin who was squatting in the corner with his tail wagging like a paddle.

The latter immediately lay motionless on the ground.

Waiting for the master, approaching step by step.He hugged it heavily and buried his head in its thick mane.

Take a breath.

He frowned.

grumbled imperceptibly,

"Gorfin, haven't you showered in half a month? Why does your body smell heavier than mine?"

The griffin rubbed against his legs in a hurry, and fell to the ground on its back, revealing its soft yellow belly. It rolled continuously from side to side until it touched her belly with one hand, and then made a comfortable purring sound.

Slowly fell asleep.

……

After calming down the mount, a gleam of light flashed in the demon hunter's silver-gray and dark-gold pupils.The palms of both hands were closed and spread out, feeling a growing force.

Twist the neck and limb joints.

Keep your toes firmly on the ground.

Take off on the spot, with a light leap.

His figure flitted across the air like a light and unruly gust of wind, jumping seven or eight meters away in an instant.

"Well, yes, both agility and strength have increased a lot."

But that's not the biggest change.

The witcher sank into the template.

The first to bear the brunt is a row of bright red writing——

"You have passed the second grass trial, your attributes have grown explosively... and you have successfully become an intermediate demon hunter."

Roy

Age: 16 years old

Status: Demon hunter of Viper School, Demon Hunter of Flying Lion School, honorary member of Wolf School, knight of Lake Vizima, member of Brotherhood of Demon Hunters

Life: 170→300 (Grass Trial +80)

Mana: 200→280 (Grass Trial +80)