God-level Demon Hunter

Age: 350

Sex: Male

Identity: Warlock,?

……

"Sure enough, you have fused the fragments of the Most High... But you must know that there cannot be two suns in the sky of this world."

A sour smile played across the pale cheeks under the hood.

The Grand Master of Demon Hunters, the ancient sorcerers who created creatures, what kind of organization are they?

"Shh-"

With a flash of thought, Roy, whose forehead was dyed red, suddenly pulled out Gu Weisier and slashed a half-moon-shaped blood-colored sword energy in front of him.

Italan crossed his arms and drew a red double cross in front of him first.

A huge centipede with a blue-gray crab carapace jumped out of the gap between the crosses and stood in front of him.

The sharp chelicerae and dense jointed limbs squirmed on both sides, and the tapered mouthparts and two antennae on the head swung wildly, which was ferocious and disgusting.

The bloody sword energy hit its head, passed through seven or eight meters smoothly, and split it in half from head to tail.

However, the sword energy ends here.

Italan was unscathed.

The light of surprise shot out from the narrow eye slits.

The hands are intertwined in front of the body, shining with magical aura.

"Leave me alone, Roy!" Triss sat down by the corner, pinching the blood-soaked bandage on her thigh with one hand, and quickly sketching on her chest with the other, "Run away!"

"Hong!" The wind was strong, and the deafening roar passed through the corridor.

Roy outlined the five fingers of his left hand, and responded with actions. A phantom jumped out of the torrent of magic power, resisted the sorceress on his back, and charged forward, trying to rush past the great master blocking the way.

And he charged back toward Italan.

He was betting big that the four great masters would not talk to the sorceress, since he was the main target after all.

However he was wrong.

Ivar's figure dodged, dodging the fireball thrown by Triss, the long sword in his hand stirred up the sword light in the sky, the phantom was cut into pieces, and the pale frost froze the bodies of Ivar and Triss, his hands pierced through the pale The cold air hit the sorceress' neck.

At the same time, Elan, who recovered from the shock, alternated his hands, and suddenly pushed out an Alder, which hit Roy's back!

His whole body was blasted into the air by the huge thrust, but he summoned a hand crossbow in mid-air, and shot an arrow in the distance. Ripples appeared in his figure, flashing ten meters away, avoiding Idalan's strike Volley lightning.

But there was a gust of wind behind him.

At some point, Anahad, who raised his broadsword above his head, charged like a chariot of flesh and blood!

Roy's reaction was as fast as lightning, the hand crossbow was switched to a long sword, and he turned to block diagonally.

"Bang, bang!"

The sound of metal and iron clashing and air explosion erupted from the long and narrow corridor!

Two phantoms were leaping at high speed, the two long swords were shining with dazzling cold light, and the fire in the corridor was shaking in the strong wind.

However, it only lasted two seconds.

Roy and Alohad parted ways.

Half a meter apart, their backs face each other.

A gust of wind blows from the window.

The ruthless Anahad scabbard the broadsword behind his back.

"Kaz..." A thin line of blood split between the young witcher's neck, and the skin at the junction of his limbs and torso cracked horribly.

"Pfft..."

Blood splattered.

The head and neck, hands and feet, chest and abdomen, like tofu separated by a knife blade, were missed.

Fountains of blood stained the ground red.

The head rolled and fell to the feet of the Grandmaster Xiongpai, his limbs were scattered.

Anahad took out an exquisite treasure box from his arms, opened it and held it high.

Mysterious fragments lie in boxes glowing scarlet.

"Whoosh..."

The light flickered on and off throughout the corridor.

A phantom of a gigantic octopus floated from the ceiling.

It let out a cheerful roar, and thousands of tentacles danced wildly under the oval head, like a ferocious demon.

He suddenly rushed towards the corpse of the demon hunter.

A small phantom also jumped out of the corpse, hissing at it.

But he was severely suppressed and stuck on top of the corpse.

Italan's eyes filled with anticipation.

"No! No!" Triss, who was tightly controlled, screamed, her body trembling convulsively, tears running down her cheeks.

Ivar sighed and knocked her out.

Novigrad thousands of miles away.

Rita Nieder, who was sitting in front of the mirror, suddenly clutched her chest, a kind of unreasonable panic welled up in her heart, and a tear dripped from the corner of her eye.

She took out the crystal with a feeling in her heart, and the magic power was activated.

However there was no response.

Immediately afterwards, news came from the demon hunter of Gawain's House!

……

"Anahalo, a cold-blooded and ruthless executioner, so many betrayals in the past can't wake you up and make you understand a little bit of humanity?" Ivar roared with the same distorted face, "He should have killed you right from the beginning! "

The great master of the Xiong faction turned a deaf ear to the scolding, but suddenly muttered something. "wrong!"

The huge blood-colored phantom surrounding Roy suddenly retracted into scarlet shards like a shadow illuminated by the sun.

An extremely strange scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

Dazzling golden light appeared from the corpses divided into several sections on the ground, and then they were attracted together by the gods, and began to glue and repair automatically.

"Wow, this is not dead, the power of the fragments has been evolved to such a miraculous level by you?"

"I can't help but let you go and see what happens next."

Ida Lanxing's eyes shone brightly, like a cat smelling fish, and sighed with emotion, a dangerous red light shone in his hands.

However, Ivar Xieyan was one step ahead of him,

"Stand still, I'll take care of it! He could kill you in the first place, understand? But he didn't, a life for a life!"

"Leave instead of dying!"

Anahad's face sank, and Elan pressed his shoulder.

And Ai Jia stood in front of Italan, who snorted coldly, "Go back and explain to the teacher."

"You don't need to remind me!"

Ivar put down the unconscious sorceress, took out a yellow amphora ceramic jar from his arms, and pulled off the cap with the cross and nine-pointed star on it with a "boo".

A burst of bright red gas gushed out from the mouth of the jar.

The smoke danced regularly, and finally gathered into an irregular sphere, quietly suspended in front of Ivar.

It had a six-foot contorted head with no nose, huge eyes and a beak, and arcs of silver lightning leaped from its misty body.

Yvars pinches the bottle cap.

Eyes made of silver looked at the sky.

Endless illusions alternated before his eyes—gloomy cities shrouded in mist and spreading blood plague, towering volcanoes above the dark wasteland, mountains occupied by giant dragons and golden caves, frost fields where mammoths and giants ran and roared, Night City where neon lights flash, flesh and steel blend...

"Wygnanie!"

Light came out from between Ivar's fingers holding the brass bottle cap, and the sphere with a beak and a big head shot out a burst of wild white light, enveloping the witcher whose body was gradually healing.

After a second.

The white light faded away.

Roy disappeared in place.

"Boy, there will be no future." Ivar muttered to himself.

……

Not long after, all the blood-soaked witchers, Rita Nieder, and Geralt arrived late, but only saw the sorceress fainted on the ground, and the empty corridor.

And their companions.

missing.

"Wuuu... Grandpa is gone, and neither is Roy."

Even you are gone.

In White Wolf's mind, what he once regarded as a joke, Ciri's nightmare reverberated.

My heart is cold.

No.17 dragon blood dragon soul

Chapter 1 Execution Ground

Pale yellow light clusters are suspended in the sky, showering warm and genial sunlight.

The wind blows from the wide plain,

A carriage full of "guests" is heading towards a peaceful and lively town along a gravel path among dense bushes and low stone walls.

It is said to be a carriage, but it is actually much simpler than that - a cart usually used to pull goods such as hay and firewood.

Moreover, it is not young, its color is mottled, its body surface is covered with broken wooden thorns, and even the boards on both sides have cracks. The wheels roll over the dirt and stones and make a harsh "squeak" noise continuously, as if it is about to stay in place anytime, anywhere. disintegration.

The man driving in front was wearing an old brown sleeveless leather jacket and leather helmet, with a serious expression and a sword pinned to his waist.

There were five prisoners sitting on the chairs in the back car—their wrists were tied tightly with rough and tough hemp ropes, and one of them was sealed with a white rag along with his mouth.

Fryn was one of the prisoners.

He had a strong build, black hair, brown eyes, a very simple face, and his appearance was the same, and his character was honest and simple.

He didn't understand how he, an ordinary boy from a village, was somehow captured by a group of heavily armed imperial soldiers after just wandering around the wilderness, and he was tied into a carriage and headed westward.

Where are they taking me and for what purpose?

"You damned stormcloaks, Skyrim Province is peaceful without you. Isn't it great that the sky is high and the emperor is far away?!"

The scruffy man sitting opposite, wearing yellow linen clothes full of holes and patches, condemned angrily, with an extremely unwilling expression on his thin face, "If they hadn't been hunting the rebels everywhere, I would have Then you can steal a horse and go to Hammerfell, maybe it's almost there by now!"

"Hey, and you, the sleeping kid on your left," he said to Fryn. "The three of us shouldn't be here. Those Stormcloak rebels are what the Empire wants!"

Fryn nodded sympathetically. As a lonely tramp, he had heard of the name Stormcloak, but had never seen it.

Before that, he always thought that those who rebelled against the empire were far away from him.

I didn't expect to meet him like this, and I was also arrested by the imperial soldiers as my accomplices of the Stormcloak!

This group of people looked like ordinary people, what gave them the courage to resist the empire?

Isn't it good to farm steadily?

Fryn turned his gaze to the left, where a strange young man was leaning on his shoulder and falling into a coma,