God-level Demon Hunter

The sorceress' face was pale. She tried to mobilize her magic power and send out a distress signal, but the magic power did not move at all.

I have no choice but to pray anxiously!

"I haven't found the true meaning of magic, and I haven't found the other half of my life, so I can't just die like this!"

"No! Who will save me?"

No, no one will come, you are dead.

A voice spoke to her.

You will die of stupidity and arrogance.

……

A high-ranking vampire came over with a stone bowl full of spices.

The sorceress saw his face clearly, it was no longer the ugly and terrifying bat head before, he turned into a normal middle-aged man with short black hair, a horse face, and a big nose.

His face was morbidly pale, his thin lips were slightly red as if smeared with blood, his jaw was wide, and there was a mean smile at the corner of his mouth, like a nervous and crazy little nobleman.

And his eyes were bloodshot.

He looked at her as a lion looks at a gazelle.

……

"Visse hael... I am Grufid, a member of the great race from the south... I have to say, your beauty is better than the night, and the obsidian-like blood under the moonlight." The vampire bowed to her , the pointed index finger suddenly dipped a little blood-red spice, smeared it on her smooth cheeks, and then slid down her chin.

Triss couldn't help trembling.

There was greed and cruelty in his eyes.

"Since crossing the Yaruga River and coming to this barren land in the north, this is the first time I have seen such an outstanding beauty like you."

"The appearance and temperament are not inferior to the noble ladies by the Jinta River, and they are so knowledgeable..." He suddenly bent down, sniffed the woman's slender neck with his nose, and squinted intoxicatedly, "In the blood A fragrance full of magic..."

"More alluring than a pure boy."

"That's why I didn't kill you, that would be too wasteful... You should have a better place to go. I swear to the great Hades, every part of you will be dealt with in the best way..."

He stuck out his scarlet tongue, licked his lips, and said something that broke the woman's liver and gallbladder, "Every piece of your flesh and every drop of blood will not be wasted."

Trissy's long eyelashes began to flutter, and a frightened hiss came out of her mouth.

"All your emotions, pain or fear," his sharp nails gently scratched her neck, revealing a trace of blood.

He put his nails in his mouth, "All will become the best seasoning!"

"God has treated me well, let me enjoy this last supper before leaving Vizima and heading to the next city."

"Next you will have a long and 'wonderful' journey..." The spice-stained, icy thumb pressed against the sorceress' forehead, and slashed down the bridge of her nose and lips, painting a bloody vertical line,

His blue eyes widened.

"From now on, enjoy every minute, every second..." The high-ranking vampire had a sickly blush on his face,

"Howl, tremble, sing, give me a trembling song from the soul!"

"Shh-"

He put down the stone bowl, stretched his arms, and a row of scalpel-sharp nails suddenly drilled out from his fingertips!

Two rows of "scalpels" staggered in front of him.

Sparks fly.

And the man bared his teeth, his cheeks became like mice.

Triss held her breath.

"Caz..."

There was a crisp glass breaking sound in the cave.

A white mist suddenly rose from the vampire's feet, and fine black stardust shone in it, sealing the magic power in its body.

"Annoying bedbugs!"

With a roar, it dragged its paws and rushed towards the hole.

A slender figure rushed towards him wielding a dark sword...

The two figures collided suddenly.

Two muffled beeps!

The blood-colored tentacles drilled out of the void, and lifted the mighty high-ranking vampire into the air, emitting green smoke, corroding its skin.

Grufid was tightly bound by the tentacles... His eyes were rounded in anger and panic, and his fangs gleamed.

However, its skills stopped there, an indescribable terror restrained its heart, making it unable to move, and even its thinking became rigid.

And the demon hunter opposite was also uncomfortable.

As soon as the deterrence was released, before he had time to strike head-on, he was stabbed in the chest by Grufid.

The whole person seemed to be hit by a fork-tailed dragon, and the Kunen magic shield on his body was extinguished like a paper paste. He flew back and hung on the rock wall, and the broken stones slid down to the ground along with him.

The witcher's cheeks twitched in pain, his chest felt tight, and he seemed to have broken several ribs.

However, when he got up, he re-drawn the second Kun En seal.

The high-level vampire has woken up from the shock, and turned into a huge humanoid bat, screaming and leaping, appearing in front of Roy at an alarming speed.

"Shua—" The sharp claw aimed at the throat, and drew a cold light horizontally.

But the demon hunter reacted decisively, and the aura of Arden under his feet slowed down his opponent a little bit.

He narrowly rolled to the left, avoiding the claw attack perfectly, and at the same time when he got up, he grabbed Arondette from the void with his arm, ready to slash.

Gruffett's reaction, however, was appalling.

The moment the long sword touched his body, it turned into a group of bloody bats and disappeared into the air.

Startled, Roy instinctively turned around and slashed back.

Arondette cut through the air.

The ghost of Grufid appeared in the defensive gap on his left, and his claws poked and raised like lightning!

Roy was held by the neck, his feet were off the ground, and his face was flushed from suffocation.

He didn't have time to blink, the high-ranking vampire's sharp claws swung again to tore off the Wing Lion's armor and his chest, and blood gushed out of the huge gap.

zizi...

A large amount of "venomous blood" spurted out from the wound and splashed on the face and neck of the high-ranking vampire.

"Zizi..."

The high-level black blood shows its might!

Amid the smog, Grufid's face was corroded and riddled with blood holes!

It let go of its hands, covering its face and howling.

The demon hunter fell to the ground again, knelt down on one knee, panted heavily, and "activated" immediately, a trace of blood flashed across the iris of different colors!

Regardless of the severe pain in his chest, Arondette drew an arc from left to right in his hand, aiming at the neck and slashing horizontally.

The strong intuition of crisis made Grufid dodge the vital point, and the blood-colored sword energy drilled out the sharp blade, and separated one of its shoulders unimpeded.

The remaining momentum of the sword energy flew back far away, leaving a deep ravine on the rock wall!

The star rune goes out.

An arm fell to the ground!

Firefly-like golden particles are connected to the severed limbs and incomplete shoulders, pulling them together visibly with the naked eye.

The witcher quickly sketched it with five fingers, preparing to knock it off with an Alder, but the blue spell was just half condensed.

The furious Grufid screamed piercingly!

The invisible sound wave broke Heriot's shield, and it angrily interrupted the spell with its remaining right claw, Roy fell into a strange dizziness.

Grufid rushed forward, like a roaring rhinoceros resisted him and slammed into the rock wall.

Quinn's yellow light shattered like a meteor.

Large cracks appeared on the wall.

Roy was in so much pain that he felt that every bone was falling apart and every cell was howling. To make matters worse, the back of his head was knocked and he lost his mind for a short time.

Less than a second, yet enough for a vampire to play!

"Shh-"

Grufid's eyes were as cold as a knife, and he clawed three consecutive claws towards his neck like lightning.

The first and second claws, the powerful shield inspired by the enchanted ring is annihilated.

third claw.

A surge of blood gushed out of his neck.

The witcher soared into the sky like a cloud or fog.

The sky was spinning...a huge emptiness captured his mind.

Unprecedented weakness engulfed him.

end of life.

The last scene in sight was a headless corpse gushing with blood!

Roy, fall into darkness forever.

……

……

"call--"

"call--"

In the shadow of the cave, the witcher was sober as a drowning man, with cold sweat pouring out of his forehead crazily, his eyes were wide open, and blood streaks appeared from the edge of the irises of different colors.

He touched his neck tremblingly with ten fingers, it was intact.

"I'm still alive... What happened just now?" Roy suddenly noticed that the "Ancient Blood" in the template was flickering red.

"An early warning from the blood of the ancients?"

This is the first time.

"The gap between me and that thing is too great, and I must not rush up to fight in close quarters."

"I only have one chance to kill it with the three seconds of shock and fixation..." Roy realized, "Seize the opportunity, live or die!"

"Or run away now?"

The scene of death left him with lingering fears.

The dark golden pupils turned to the inside of the cave.

The situation is dire.

Grufid raised his paws towards the sorceress... His posture was like a butcher facing a lamb to be slaughtered, thinking about where to cut his knife!

can i escape

……

"coax!"

Inside the cave hall.

Suddenly a high-pitched roar exploded, and the magic tide moved in response.

Grufid turned around impatiently with a ferocious expression, and saw a figure with a stiff face waving a long sword and "slowly" rushing towards it.

It dragged its paws to meet it, intending to tear the annoying bedbug into pieces as an appetizer before the big meal, but unexpectedly a cold arrow struck silently from the corner.

Grufid easily blocked the arrow with a wave of his claws, but a strange force on it passed through the magic barrier, making him dizzy for an instant.

The man with a stiff expression took the opportunity to rush forward and hugged it unexpectedly.