God-level Demon Hunter

"Guys, don't be afraid of their threats!" The big man who caused the crime yelled anxiously, his face was like a ripe persimmon, "It's witchcraft, they used witchcraft to control Iggesena, this is not Iggsena original intention!"

"Whizzing--"

The bowstring vibrated, and there was a rapid piercing sound.

The yelling of Henryel and Coud stopped abruptly.

As if hit by a siege hammer, the two big men flew backwards in an instant, hung on the white rock wall of the snow-capped mountain, and fell to the ground. When everyone looked closely, a bloody hole the size of a bowl was broken between their foreheads.

Bright red blood, shattered bones, and pale brains flowed all over the floor, and half of his face was deformed and broken.

Horrible!

They were headshot by crossbow arrows!

"Henriel, Cod is dead! Mutants killed people!"

The crowd exploded, and the villagers ran around like shit.

And Roy took Gabriel back blankly.

Cohen held Iggsena and froze in place.

The woman covered her mouth.

And Kelda sighed, and his figure rushed out of the eaves like electricity.

Shooting at the crowd down the hillside.

Kelda threw the seal at the chaotic crowd, waving her hands, and dragged several afterimages in mid-air in an instant, her rotating forearm and fingertips, like a blooming rose.

"coax--"

From the empty snowy courtyard, that magnificent, majestic, irresistible sound like a storm erupted again!

A strong wind blows through the crowd.

The eighteen villagers who ran and screamed were stuck in place as if they had been immobilized, their limbs were stiff, and their eyes were white like marionettes.

And Keldar came to the middle of them, swallowed his words, and gave orders.

"Go home, get a good night's sleep, and forget everything that happened in the past three days..."

The villagers were shocked, lowered their heads, and left the snow mountain with a dull expression.

……

Keerda, who was bathed in the golden light of the rising sun, turned around.

He saw the shocked and stunned eyes of his disciple, Iggesena.

And Roy's suddenly realized expression.

Their gazes went from top to bottom, sweeping over the rot on Kelda's cheek and the back of his hand.

And the shadow hiding under his feet.

……

Chapter 10 The Truth of History

The noisy villagers all dispersed.

The dilapidated Kel Siren has regained its former tranquility.

The soft sunlight illuminated a lone figure in the snow-colored courtyard.

Kelda put her hands behind her waist, and turned her eyes to the Snake Demon Hunter, her face was expressionless, her eyes were full of oppression, and she implied blame.

"You shouldn't kill them, Roy, you're too impulsive." Kelda spoke before the three asked questions.

"I gave them a chance!" Roy shook his head with a firm attitude. "The last time I spared the lives of these two scum, they dared to come to the door without repentance and spit shit! Let them die immediately without pain, already is my greatest mercy."

Roy's eyes lit up, and he said with admiration, "But I didn't expect that your Axis sign is so powerful that it can hypnotize a group of people at the same time! And you don't need to stare at it. This is the blessing of 'roar', and the sign of 'wings' ' power?"

"Boy, no matter how powerful the power is, it should not be abused to harm humans..."

"I don't think so..." Roy looked directly into his eyes and confronted him, "Although they are human beings, they break the bottom line of personality. How is it different from monsters?"

"It's normal for a demon hunter to kill monsters."

"But their actions have failed, but they are unable to struggle. There is no need to be so desperate." Keerda shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment. "Obviously, you and the Griffin faction pursue different ideas."

Roy twitched his cheeks.

Is this brainwashed by the "forgiveness" in chivalry?

As a serious knight of the goddess of the lake, he is not so rigid!

Witchers don't kill innocent people indiscriminately, he understands.

But let it go regardless of the situation.

So what is the use of this force?

When decorating and furnishing?

Roy was still standing on the land of the Kyle Siren, without moving a single step.

But the figure is a little stiff.

"Teacher!" At the moment of stalemate, Ke En took a deep breath, with a hint of hesitation on his face, with awe in his tone, but more worry, "What happened just now?"

"why……"

"Why...you don't have a shadow?"

……

A gust of cold wind blew from the distant sea below the Dragon Mountain, blowing over the cliffs... Kelda's long gray-brown hair fluttered in the wind.

His thin figure seemed to fly off the ground.

"Why, your hands, your face..." Coen recalled the scene just now, chasing the villagers running around, leaving behind the Kyle Siren.

The teacher's cheeks and the back of his hands became pale and rotten, revealing hideous corpse spots.

Until now, some traces that are different from ordinary people can still be seen.

"Are you injured? Or cursed by an ogre?"

Ignatius suddenly hugged the arms of the people around her.

She also saw that scene... Originally, she was still rejoicing that evil comes with evil, and Master Kelda solved this almost insoluble problem without any effort.

But the surprise turned into fear in an instant.

"In the future, I will tell you the answer," Kelda said slowly, "but not now."

"Excuse me!"

"Master Keerda, do you have the heart to continue to deceive your poor disciple?" Roy shook his head suddenly, "You won't tell him the truth at all!"

What he saw and heard in the past two days passed Roy's mind like a tide.

Keldar and Vesemir were born in the same era, the latter was three hundred years old, but according to Roy's observation, he was only 190 three years old.

A hundred years ago, a terrible avalanche happened to the Kyle Sirens... Few survivors survived.

Keldar was shadowless in the sun, and showed the stain and decay of the dead.

When all the information converged, he had a vague guess in his mind, but he still lacked some key information.

"Master Kelda, you should look in the mirror. I have seen this expression on the face of my teacher, Leso." Roy said moved, "Then he endured the fatal danger without making a sound."

The heterochromatic iris turned to Cohen, and the young Griffin apprentice quietly tightened his face and clenched his fists tightly.

Kelda stood silently in the yard.

"That's what you plan to do, deal with the crisis alone, but don't say a word to your disciples."

Roy stared at his pale cheeks that had aged a lot,

"But are you sure you can handle this challenge?"

"I think the older you get, the more open-minded you become. Why don't you speak out about your troubles?"

"Korn can take care of you."

"I'm also willing to help you."

Roy said sincerely, "Although I'm just a rookie who has just stepped into the way of the demon hunter, an insignificant bystander with extremely limited abilities...but I am not fighting alone."

"I'm not alone!"

He accentuated.

"Behind me stand eleven brothers of the Witcher Brotherhood, and a warlock."

"Although you are extremely pedantic!"

"But as the same kind, I agree with part of your point of view." Roy emphasized, "If you need it, just ask, and I will be happy to help."

"If you feel sorry, you can even take this as a commission."

"As for the reward...you see."

Old Kelda's expression changed instantly.

Standing for a long time, he sighed, the sun shining on the depression and helplessness on his face.

"Come in..."

……

It was the same house as yesterday.

The four of them sat down around the dark dining table.

The entrance to the basement was engraved with a sealed magic circle.

The firelight from the fireplace illuminated old Keldar's face in shades and shades.

He told a story in a dull, husky voice.

The big avalanche about the Kyle Siren, but there is a little difference from the story Roy heard from Cohen.

But between this point is the distance between life and death.

"100 years ago, the mage who coveted the magic knowledge of the academy launched a huge avalanche on a winter night on the basis of the accusation placed on the head of the demon hunter by the church."

"The entire Siren of Kyle was completely submerged in a terrible avalanche."

"All the witchers in the castle were killed."

"You survived!" Cohen interrupted nervously.

Kelda glanced at his disciple with a gratified smile on his face, but he ruthlessly put a stop to his life. "No, I'm dead too!"

"How is it possible, I don't believe it! I have lived with you for 40 years, and your work and rest routine is consistent with normal people." Cohen stood up with an expression of disbelief, grabbed Kelda's hand, and could still feel body temperature.

"You are clearly still alive!"

And Iggesena took his hand, with a look of unbearable expression on her face, and shook her head at him.

Kelda cracked the corner of her mouth and showed a wry smile, "I also had this illusion at the beginning, I was still alive - I was lucky to survive in the room on the lowest floor of the castle, along a natural path between thick snow Narrow passages, passing one after another, inlaid on the ceiling, on the wall, or the bodies of compatriots who died of suffocation because of snow covered half of their arms."

"Climbed to the ground."

"But in fact." He suddenly choked up, and his eyes were empty, "I crawled out of the tomb in the back mountain, and I saw 66 graves and tombstones. It said Kelda in front of it."

Cohen sat down slumped, with a dull expression on his face.

Roy remained silent, his pupils dilated like almonds.

He guessed this ending.

So 100 years have passed, and Kelda's age is still at 190, which is far less than Vesemir's age.

He imagined it.

Climbing out of the snow, I saw my own tombstone, the graves of a bunch of brothers and sisters.completely submerged homes.

How cruel and desperate.

And what kind of mysterious power helped Kelda stay in the world as a living person for 100 years?