God-level Demon Hunter

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"Pfft!"

Warm, soft, slightly fishy.

Is this East's embrace?

A pair of emerald green eyes opened.

In front of you is the blue sky and the sparkling water of the half-moon harbor.

All the surrounding scenery is flying by at an unimaginable speed.

And underneath is——

"Roar!"

Golfin Gryphon uttered a clear and low cry, vibrating its huge gray-black wings across the sky,

Everyone under the castle stared wide-eyed in horror.

The griffin hovered gracefully in the sky for a circle, and landed steadily on the ground below the castle.

It let go of the queen, roared again as if to say goodbye, and flew away with wings!

Calanthe sat down on the blood-stained ground, surrounded by a group of islanders with a dazed expression.

"I'm alive?"

……

The witcher jumped off the horse with the half-closed star-eyed sorceress in his arms, and glanced at the pale face of the king of Cintra and the empty eyes of the queen,

Shaking his head sadly.

I have already done this step, but I still haven't been able to change my fate.

Luckily, Golfin was watching the tip ahead of time, otherwise...

"Calanthe, His Majesty East is no longer here. If you don't think about it any more, wouldn't it be meaningless for him to sacrifice his life to protect you after he is extinct."

Chapter 34 Origins!

Flames crackled and black smoke billowed into the sky.

The cries of the dying, the loud drums, and the clanging of swords filled the streets and alleys.

The entire city of Sintra was beyond recognition.

And right in front of the magnificent castle drawbridge.

Lying there was a massive, bushy-bearded corpse.

Kratz, Mossack, Calanthe, and the witcher remained silent for a long time.

"My condolences, Aunt Calanthe...Esther once told me that how to judge a son of the sea—Skellige is not by how he lives, but by how he dies." Kratz looked Sweeping over the griffin that flapped its wings and flew to the top of the castle again, "East died in the war of defending his home and country. His soul will surely gain eternal freedom above the sea."

"And this griffin must be the messenger sent by the goddess Freya to save you. Even the gods won't let you die. Don't commit suicide!"

Calanthe shook his head, his emerald green eyes glanced at Roy and the sorceress who were "chest to back" beside him, with a trace of complexity and gratitude on his face.

She remembered that the other party had such a griffin.

She hugged her husband's body, stroking his rough and calm cheek with slender fingers, and the bloody arrow in the socket of his left eye. Tears rolled in the emerald green eyes. Deep sigh.

She buried all her sorrows deep in her heart.

"You're right, I can't just die like this!" In front of everyone, the soft and desperate woman turned back into a strong lioness of Cintra.

"Let's go, everyone, go back to Skellige, and send East's soul back to his homeland!" She cheered up and scanned the city of Sintra under the flames.

"As for this blood debt, I will settle it with Nilfgaard sooner or later!"

"You made a wise decision," Mossack looked at East's silent face and sighed, and kicked the body of the black armor soldier who shot the deadly arrow into the moat. Wipe off the blood and brains on the head of the stick with the palm of your hand, "Little Xili won't go with you?"

"Ciri has followed Master Geralt back to Nuocheng?" Calanthe looked worried, and now she is most worried about her little granddaughter, "No, I have to confirm it!"

And Roy next to him trembled, he didn't want Calanthe to take his unexpected son to take risks,

"Your Majesty, you board the ship with them first, and I will help you with Ciri. Also, please take care of your health in the future and always think about the child in your stomach. By the way, I will come to see her!"

Kratz's face froze, and his eyes lit up strangely.

And Calanthe wanted to say something, the demon hunter drew with five fingers on his left hand, and a triangular charm was reflected in her pupils, her vision went dark, and she fell limply back into Kratz's arms.

Snoring slightly.

The witcher nodded to the islander and Mossak, intending to put down the sorceress behind him and give him to take them to the islands together.

However, Triss didn't know whether the dizziness was real or fake, and she still hugged him tightly like an octopus.

Roy had no choice but to rush into the castle with his back behind his back.

……

The lights are flickering, the corridor decorated with the coat of arms of Sintra, the sound of "da da" hurried footsteps rippling back and forth, a petite person wearing a silver hooded cloak is trotting in the castle corridor!

Ciri knew that there was a secret passage in the castle. She once escaped from the secret passage to play on the street, and was caught by her grandmother and whipped her ass hard.

This time, she will rely on this secret passage to meet her grandfather!

snort!

Let's go together, I, Xili, will never leave my family and run away!

However, rushed to the end of the secret passage and opened the door.

She froze suddenly, and a timid light flashed in her emerald green eyes.

She was afraid.

Standing in the shadow behind the door was a tall man. He proudly straightened his back, took off his muddy black cloak, pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and was putting a black helmet decorated with raptor wings on his hip. He shook his head, Showing a mature and handsome face with black hair, blue eyes.

He held out his hand to her.

Ciri fled with a scream, her silver-gray cloak drifting down the corridor.

There was only one thought left in her mind, find grandma, Geralt, Roy, they will protect me!

However, the sound of loud and powerful footsteps and the sound of metal friction from the black armor came from behind in an instant, and her feet were lifted off the ground!

"Ah, let me go, bastard!" She bit and kicked the armored man who was hugging her from behind, but only made her teeth hurt and her hands hurt.

She was taken away without a fight!

A short time later, the knights of Nilfgaard put the young princess of Cintra on the back of the horse, and she was forced to hold the horse's reins tightly.

The gust of wind passed by, the fireworks fluttered, and the sound of fighting flooded into my ears.

The black steed is running towards the exit of the city walls of Sintra.

The castle she is familiar with, the familiar homeland is getting farther and farther away.

Every jolt, every tug, every leap of the horse pained her hands and she had to hold on to the rein.

The insides of her legs were sore, but she couldn't reach the stirrups.

Her eyes were tearing from the smoke and flames, and she couldn't breathe as the arms wrapped around her armor clung to her.

"Woo, where is he taking me?!"

"I was wrong, Geralt... Woohoo, I should have listened to you."

A tear of grievance slipped down the little girl's emerald green eyes, and the horse galloped even more crazily below her.

"But I will run away, I swear to find you, Geralt, grandparents, Roy, I swear!"

……

Roy, who carried the sorceress on his back, pushed open the dark gate of the castle.

Quickly walk through the empty halls and corridors, prick up your ears to feel every slight movement!

However, when he set foot on the second floor, an unusual discomfort enveloped his back.

It was exactly the same as what I had experienced on the battlefield.It was as if someone in the shadows was casting a wicked glance at him.

He pretended to be ignorant, and took the opportunity to pass through the corner of the corridor to look around. There was still no one in front of him, behind him, and in all directions.

Second floor, third floor.

The firelight in the corridor left a fast-moving figure on the wall.

"Shirley!"

He called out eagerly, but the further he went up, the more intense the oppression like a gangrene.

Finally, when he heard the slight sound of fighting on the top floor, this anomaly turned into reality and appeared in front of his eyes.

"Shh! Shh!"

A strange light flashed.

Two mysterious figures suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the corridor leading to the spiral staircase of the castle.

He turned around.

There are also two more roadblockers behind him.

They all wore purple hoods and cloaks, and their figures were either thin or tall, revealing a powerful aura.

Under the hood, most of the face is hidden in the shadows.

Only a pair of beast-like vertical pupils shone dangerously, pinning Roy's body like chains, and his limbs became much heavier.

The oppression in the air is real.

Roy couldn't help tensing his body, letting the sorceress behind him stick to the wall.

The strange-colored pupils swept across the slender figure with a long and narrow face like an enemy, and then there was a hissing sound in his throat——

"how is this possible?"

Ivar Evileye

Age: 312 years old

Identity: Snake Demon Hunter,?

life value:?

Mana: 120

Attributes:

strength:?

agile:?

constitution:?

Perception: ?

Will: 12

Charisma: 6

Spirit: 12

skill:

炼金术Lv10，猎魔人感官Lv10、冥想Lv9、蝮蛇学派双剑流Lv10、猎魔人法印Lv10、狮鹫派秘法Lv5、锻造Lv10。

Evil Eye (Passive Solidification): Ivar survived the first-generation advanced experiment. A special mutation gave him extraordinary dynamic vision, and his eyes can see other infinite worlds. See through the near future.

"Ivar Xieyan, the great master of the Snake School, Lei Suo's teacher...he is really alive."

At this time, the founder of the Snake Sect, one of the first generation of demon hunters, was crossing his arms and staring at the younger generation of the Snake Sect without blinking with his eyes burning like molten silver.

Roy's heart was full of turmoil, and he barely maintained his composure on his face. He turned his eyes to Iva's side. He was a tall and burly man with shoulders as wide as nine palms.

Anahad

Age: 315

Identity: Demon Hunter of the Bear School,?