God-level Demon Hunter

Grim swung the huge sword and was slashing at the white wolf. The blade, which was as wide as the palm of his hand, made a "whoosh" sound as it pierced through the air, and the hill-like shadow pressed down on the demon hunter's chest. .

Geralt tapped his toes lightly, and took a small step towards the right rear of the blade, at the same time the steel sword stretched forward and cut down!

Cut to Grim's left arm.

The knight seemed to have expected it a long time ago. Halfway through the slash, he suddenly changed his move, and the giant sword moved to the right like a shield.

The moment he changed his moves, a strange force in the air enveloped his body, and his movements doubled in speed.

"boom!"

The giant sword and the steel sword collided violently, sparks burst out from the two weapons.

As soon as you touch it, you share it, and each of them backs away.

No one took advantage.

Geralt's face changed, and the force from his hands exceeded expectations, as if the one who launched the attack was not an ordinary person, but the same kind or a hybrid beast.

But the experienced demon hunter quickly entered his attack rhythm. The steel sword was as light as a feather, and his movements were as agile as a cheetah. He walked around Grimm, hitting the knight's back of the hand, elbow, Shoulder.

Forced him to give up his sword and surrender.

However, Grimm was the first to block it.

At a certain moment, the demon hunter's attacking blade was knocked away again.

Grim suddenly took a deep breath, and an invisible vortex rolled up on the ground behind him, and he launched continuous counterattacks.

If he was a towering fortress in the past few defenses, then the fortress collapsed now, and monstrous waves surged from behind the ruins.

No tricks, unpretentious power and speed.

Grimm slashed sword after sword, slashed diagonally, slashed vertically, stomped forward, sang forward, and the entire grassland was filled with "bang bang" explosions of sword blades, roars, sparks, and wide open. The combined violent sword shadow.

And the white wolf is like a big tree bent over by the wind, constantly blocking, rolling, and struggling to maintain balance.

His face was gloomy as water.

He's slow like a witcher.

He had more than ten chances to strike Grimm's exposed weaknesses.

But the body doesn't listen to it, it always slows down.

The huge pressure on his chest made him unable to breathe.

Another demon hunter in the auditorium has been watching Grimm, and found something unusual - when he swung the sword, the knight's physical fitness strangely jumped sharply, and the three attributes of strength, agility, and constitution They have doubled, exceeding [-] points, becoming inhuman.

In the demon hunter's senses, the huge slashing sword was continuously gushing out streams of golden flames, lingering around the knight like boiling blood.

Roy seemed to have an illusion.

A golden figure in full body clothes roared behind Grimm, with blond hair fluttering like an angry lion, swinging a sword along with him.

It made him look like a god descending from the earth, mighty and invincible!

At the same time, the twisting flames filled the air, locking onto Geralt from a distance, restraining and oppressing his body.

Grim became more and more courageous in the battle, erupting with a combat power far beyond his real level, but the demon hunter was restrained everywhere.

Roy's heart became more and more dignified. There is no doubt that this chopping sword has a lot to do with it!

Staring at it, his gaze became deep.

Sword of Justice Sigurd

Type: Horcrux

Material: fine gold, lava, meteorite, leather, pine wood, soul.

Characteristics: Weighs 6.06 pounds, handle length is 1 foot (0.3 meters), blade is 4.26 feet (1.3 meters),

Enchanting -

Power of Ancestors: Summon the souls of the ancestors of the Sigurd family to possess them, and their strength, agility, physique, and will will be improved extraordinary, but it will consume extreme physical energy.

Mirage: Sigurd, the sword of justice, can be switched to Solarion, the spear of courage at any time.

Restoration: This weapon automatically repairs wear and tear.

Horn of Victory: After defeating and killing an opponent, the sword wielder is lightly healed.

Judgment: The sword bearer is regarded as the target of heresy, evil, and enemies, and must be judged by Sigurd.The more unjust crimes you have committed, the more you will be affected if you have a sense of guilt in your heart.

combustion:?

Note: This Horcrux was cast by the founder of the Sigurd family, and only the family blood can use it.

As the price for gaining power, starting from holding it, you can no longer use other weapons for life, and after death, your soul will become a part of it.

Inscription: Justice and courage are better than thousands of troops!

……

"Hiss..." Roy gasped, this weapon was not much more powerful than his own bound weapon, but—"Similar to the Book of Shadows, are Horcruxes so evil? "

Is this a blessing or a curse?

Roy licked his lips, his heart was about to move.Then he took a deep breath and suppressed the restlessness.Whether to swallow or not is based on his personal will, not desire.

……

The battle on the field is in full swing, and the audience off the field is also fighting with each other.

"Haha, Your Majesties, it seems that my knight skills are superior..." Raymond couldn't help touching the beard on his upper lip and laughing heartily when he saw the one-sided scene in the field. Tela's lioness bowed down to apologize with a pretty face.

He was so excited that after he decided to win, he immediately summoned five lovers to have a good night!

Fyodor, the master of Livia with a long beard not far away, and Clodi, the ambassador of Verdon, couldn't help but nodded slightly in agreement.

"Your Excellency, it's too early to say." Calanthe shook his head, his face still calm, "Until the end, who can decide the outcome, in my opinion, the two knights just have different styles, one is good at attacking, and the other is biased. Conservative. Not significantly different."

"But Grim Knight's attack like this cannot last long!"

Calanthe's words are like some kind of signal!

The invisible golden flames lingering around Grim's body suddenly disappeared, and he trembled all over, with a lot of sweat pouring out of his forehead!

Grimm secretly thought it was not good, and the chopping sword stood on his chest like a shield.

However, the seasoned Geralt immediately seized the opening and exploded at an unimaginable speed.

He stood on tiptoe and circled the knight nimbly.

In the courtyard, the figure of the white wolf changes rapidly in the light and shadow, as if presenting a beautiful tango.

The figure with the long sword dancing with him drew a circle in mid-air.

It was placed on the knight's neck without any trace.

Goosebumps appeared on the skin of Grimm's neck.

Frankly let go of the weapon.

"I declare that the winner of this duel is Lavis of Fourhorn City!" shouted the referee.

Everyone on the viewing platform suddenly stood up, with admiration on their faces, and loud applause rang out.

"I swear by the honor of the knight, Your Excellency is the most powerful swordsman I have ever challenged!"

In the arena, Grim Sigurd bowed respectfully to the witcher. His body trembled involuntarily, panting heavily like a pneumonia patient, his face and blond hair were drenched with sweat, and he looked abnormal Tired, only a pair of eyes are shining.

"It is a great honor for me to fight with you!"

"You are amazing. As an ordinary person...you can push me to that extent," Bai Lang shook hands with him, wiped his cold sweat, and almost capsized in the gutter. "But I'm curious, just now your skill has improved by leaps and bounds..."

"To be honest," the knight showed the sword to the demon hunter. The blade reflected a dazzling golden light. "This sword is a treasure passed down from generation to generation in my family. It possesses all kinds of incredible powers, and it cannot be compared with ordinary iron!"

……

On the viewing platform on the second floor, Duke Raymond's expression was miserable, and he sat back in disbelief. He couldn't figure out why the state of his ranger knights suddenly took a turn for the worse even though they had a huge advantage.

The situation is directly reversed!

Did this Grimm do it on purpose, to make me lose face?

With suspicion, Raymond couldn't help looking at the Knight Ranger with a more sinister gaze.

"Your Excellency," Calanthe said with a hearty smile on her face, but she had achieved her goal and did not say any ironic words. "The victory has been decided, and you should fulfill your promise."

Feeling the piercing eyes of the ambassador from another country, Lei Meng suddenly blushed and bowed to the two His Majesties in salute.

"Sorry, Easter and Calanthe, I have offended you with my words, please forgive me for my recklessness and ignorance!"

"Yeah." Calanthe turned around, still looking at him with burning eyes.

"After tonight, I will leave Sintra immediately. I swear by Toussaint's position that I will definitely convince Henriette that if Nilfgaard does something unjust!"

"Toussaint will definitely not join forces with him!"

"So many eyes are on me, I hope you will do what you say!"

Raymond was silent.

"Your Majesty, the meeting is over and we have enjoyed the wonderful contest. It is time for us to leave." Fyodor led a group of envoys and bowed to East and Calanthe,

Raymond called Grim Sigurd away, who had a hot chat with White Wolf, with a straight face.

"Your Majesty, take care!"

"After returning home, we will definitely try our best to get the king to send troops to support us."

East stretched out his hand toward the backs of the people leaving, and then retracted it with a sad face.

I haven't been able to persuade this group of people for two months, so it's useless to say more now.

In the blink of an eye, the noisy garden became almost empty.

……

Calanthe squeezed her husband's hand and said a few words of comfort, looked at Geralt who was approaching and smiled happily, and the depression in his chest was swept away.

"Two masters, come this way, now it's my turn to fulfill my promise, I believe you have something to say!"

Chapter 34 Only Ciri

meeting room.

The rectangular table was empty, and the dazzling light of the three-layer candlestick illuminated the five guests sitting next to each other.

The king and queen of Cintra sat at the head, their right-hand man, the druid Mossak, sat on the right, and the two witchers sat next to them.

"There are no outsiders now, so I'll cut to the chase," Calanthe nodded to the white-haired demon hunter, and praised without hesitation, "You won the contest and saved my face in front of all the foreign envoys."

"I will do my best to fulfill your wishes...money, treasures, and even give you a fief. Instead of being a ridiculous lord of Four Horn City with a false name."

"Any wish is fine?" White Wolf asked.

"It can't involve Ciri." Calanthe's green eyes carried a hint of warning, "Geralt, although Ciri concluded the so-called 'law of accident' with you because of her unreliable father, but she It is my blood relative, my granddaughter, princess of Cintra."

"That's a pity..." Geralt shook his head, but there was no sign of discouragement on his face, "We're only here to take Ciri away."

"You guys? This kid also wants to take my granddaughter away?" Calanthe glanced at Roy, "There is no destiny connection between you and her, what made you have such an unrealistic fantasy? Just because Have you played with her for a month, or have you read too many love stories about poor boys and rich girls?"

"Geralt and I... drop in to help." Roy explained,

Calanthe took a breath.

"...Your identities, I don't mean to belittle you...but you spend most of your time wandering in the countryside, swamps, deep mountains and old forests, and even garbage dumps."

"Have you ever imagined it? Is it appropriate for a noble princess to appear in those places?"

"Once it spreads, the royal family of Sintra will lose face and become the laughing stock of the whole world!"

"That's better than being locked in a prison-like house." Roy retorted with a smile,

"What do you know?" Calanthe glanced at him displeasedly, "Siri is still young, mischievous, and doesn't understand my good intentions. When she grows up, she will naturally understand who is really good to her! "

"What's more, demon hunters often participate in deadly battles. Ciri will be passively involved in great danger of life by following you!"

"Maybe one day, I will die in the wild for no apparent reason." Calanthe seemed to look into the white wolf's heart, "Do you have the heart?"

Druid Mossack's lips moved, but he hesitated to speak, while East listened to his wife's speech, his face became solemn, and his big black-haired palm wrapped around her hand.

"First of all...Your Majesty Calanthe, with all due respect..." Geralt said, "Your descriptions are all in the past. Compared with the past, the way of life of the witcher has undergone tremendous changes."