God-level Demon Hunter

She is full of motherhood, wearing a robe that blows in the wind, her belly is high, and she is pregnant.

She bowed her head, her facial features were covered by a cloth, her hands were folded on her chest, and a rose-cut aqua blue diamond was set in the center of the golden necklace above.

Uva opened his eyes with a feeling in his heart.

Turning his gaze to the cat "peeping and listening to the secrets" and the eagle "looking down from a height", a picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes - a group of stalwart villains, holding torches, forming a long queue, menacing in the bushes Walking quickly, the leader was a strong man with a cruel sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Soon disappeared in the forest.

A look of panic suddenly appeared on the slender face of the priestess, and her eyes turned to the statue of the goddess. An ominous layer of blood suddenly gushed out from the holy and inviolable statue at first.

"Is this your warning?"

She suddenly saw that pair of emotionless stone eyes blinking vividly, revealing a trace of deep pity, like a mother who saw her child suffer.

go!Change the priest's clothes!Leave the temple!

A majestic voice filled her mind.

Wufa knelt down on the ground clutching his chest, shaking his head with a firm expression.

"Never will your humblest follower flee without your holy incarnation!"

"I will guard the temple for you!"

Ufa got up suddenly, and quickly came to the priestesses and the resting place.

"Children!" Her crisp voice was blessed by divine power, and instantly conveyed the depths of each priestess' heart. A dozen priestesses rubbed their eyes one after another, put on white robes, and got up from the bed, "Just now Freya Gave me the revelation that the temple is about to be attacked! A group of fearless 'beasts' are planning to destroy the temple of God Freya!"

"what?!"

The priests immediately burst into flames, their delicate and fair faces were full of surprise, there were no guards stationed near the temple of Freya, because since ancient times, no one dared to disrespect the temple!

All islanders respect and love the goddess as their mother.

"Listen to me, you guys leave quickly and flee to the south! Inform Lord Dona Sinda to send troops to support, maybe there is still time!"

"Sister Wufa, don't you plan to leave?" A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with brown hair and big eyes stood up among the priestesses, "I want to stay and guard the temple with you!"

Her statement was like a signal.

Immediately, all the priestesses gathered around Ufa, each young and blushing face showing the determination of a martyr.

"It's time to test everyone's faith! We are the priests of Freya!"

"Never turn your back on the goddess!"

"Let's block those villains together!"

"When mortals bathe in the glory of the goddess and listen to the teachings of the goddess, they will naturally realize their mistakes!"

"Ah, a bunch of silly girls..." Wu Fa sighed, his eyes swept over everyone's faces—

The youngest was twelve or thirteen years old, with baby fat on their faces, and the oldest was only in their twenties—this was the center of Freya's beliefs. , went to other islands to serve as priests, herbalists, midwives, and teachers of knowledge... But now——

"If you are not afraid, then come and guard the entrance of the temple with me!"

……

The brightly lit Lobster Tavern.

"Snoring, snorting..."

There were thunderous snores one after another.

More than a dozen big men of Skellige lay sprawled on the ground by the campfire, and some even lay directly in their own vomit and filth.

Arms crossing arms, hairy legs overlapping hairy legs.

A strong smell of wine and fermented seafood comes out of the mouth and nose.

Clotte and Edge hugged each other, with a fluffy rough face against their thin cheeks.

And among this group of demon dancers, a slender figure in brown leather armor was lying alone on a wine table.

With black and thick eyebrows, a straight bridge of nose, moderately thick lips, and a perfectly curved chin, he was originally in a dark and sweet sleep.

Suddenly, his eyelids twitched and he frowned.

"Demon hunter, son of the ancient blood, come to the temple!"

An anxious call came from the deep darkness.

"Well--"

With heavy eyelids squeezed open, the witcher sat up from the wine table, rubbed his swollen and dizzy head, and looked around, with a hearty smile on his face.

It was originally a group of Skellige big men, single-handedly challenging the demon hunter's drinking capacity.

Then it got messed up while drinking.

Everyone in the tavern drank heavily, which eventually led to a group drunken accident.

Although honey wine is sweet, it is intoxicating!

This time, the demon hunter simply indulged and did not resort to any cheating methods.

This night, he drank all the alcohol in the previous year, and the depression in his heart finally dissipated.

Physical fitness over 25 is no show, and the hangover starts to fade quickly.

He got up and glanced out of the window. The moon was hanging high, the night was thick, and everything was quiet.

At this late night, a strong uneasiness welled up in the demon hunter's heart.

Whose call was that just now?

Why go to the Temple of Freya?Looking around at a group of drunks.

why me?

The witcher stretched out, and tied Arondette to his back again.

Curiosity and intuition born of ancient blood.

Let him make up his mind - head to the temple to find out!

……

Firelight passed through Sindar's sacred grove, and drum-like footsteps surrounded the entire temple of Freya.

The shining weapons in the team reflected the dazzling light, and an owl on the gate of the temple was frightened and flew into the night sky, sending out a harsh warning of "cuckoo" around the entire sacred building.

However, the 35 priestesses in white robes turned a deaf ear to this. Their petite bodies formed a human wall to block the entrance of the temple. Keep swallowing saliva.

What's more, they were trembling, clasping hands with the sisters around them to comfort each other.

Open and close your lips and say a prayer.

It was in stark contrast to the calm and calm expression of the oldest high priest Ufa in the center.

"Tattoo..."

The ferocious Mokvag led a group of wolf-like men behind him, quickly walked up the high steps covered with mistletoe, and met the priestesses guarding the gate head-on.

The pirates' originally fierce eyes swept over the women, and they couldn't help being stunned.

what's the situation?How could there be a group of priestesses blocking here?

"Stop whoever comes!" Uvar shouted, the sharp voice was like a whip whipped on a person in a silent night, the invading robber's mind was buzzing, and his steps stopped for one, "The great The temple of the goddess Freya, no weapons are allowed."

"If you want to go inside to worship, you should first throw your weapon into the grass beside the sacred steps. This is the most basic respect for the goddess!"

The priestess showed no fear on her face, her thin body stood straight, her pale eyes shone brighter than torches, and a group of robbers below couldn't help but look at each other.

"Haha!" Mokwag seemed to have heard a big joke, and he grinned loudly, showing a mouthful of rotten yellow teeth, "A group of young and beautiful priestesses, who don't sleep at night, what do they want to do at the door? Entering the village at night to seduce men?"

"Shut up! You bastard!" A girl with gray hair tied into a ponytail stepped forward, stepped out of the queue, pointed at Mokvag and scolded, "How dare you say such a thing in the temple of the goddess?" Foul language!"

"My name is Mokvarg. Remember this name. From now on, it will be spread throughout the Skellige Islands as a pioneer to overthrow ignorance and superstition! As Skellige's crown of courage!"

Mokwag danced with the steel sword in his right hand, shook his head and said in disdain,

"Don't play tricks on me anymore! If the Freya you are talking about really exists, let her appear, let her manifest, perform miracles, educate us ordinary people, and prevent our next actions, otherwise..."

The man snorted coldly,

"Shut up for me, take off your clothes, and spread your legs, I will make you happy before you die! Look at your eyebrows and straight thighs, all of you are still young, right? You have never experienced the fun of men, so let me and my brother Let us enlighten you with great mercy!"

Immediately, a group of priests were angry and scared, their faces turned red,

Ufa still kept his expression unchanged, looking at the men who invaded one by one, his voice was firm as if he was telling the truth,

"Think about it in your minds, why do you think we are here when we should be resting? The goddess has shown us your self-destruction."

The man caught by her gaze bowed his head respectfully as if his skin had been scalded by flames.

"But Goddess Freya is merciful. She knows that you are only blinded by greed." Her cold tone turned slightly warmer, "The Goddess is willing to give you a chance to reform."

"Just lay down your weapons and enter the temple to prostrate and repent piously! Freya will forgive your sins and continue to bless the children of the sea. Your ship will continue to ride the wind and waves and be invincible!"

Among the pirates, Aina, the strong deputy with a beard, and several companions showed their emotions. They would pray to Freya before going to sea to rob.

Never thought of offending a goddess like I did tonight.

While talking, Ufa suddenly put his hands together in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and lowered his head.

She was not seen praying, or chanting any mantras.

A dazzling golden light suddenly lit up in front of the dim stone staircase, pouring out of her thin body, covering a certain man with a bandaged face in the pirate team.

The man let out an "ouch", scratched his cheek involuntarily, and pulled off the bandage.

Then the companion beside him exclaimed.

"Didn't you get slashed and disfigured just two days ago? Your scar has healed?"

Under the firelight, only a centipede-like scar was visible from the corner of his left eye to his upper lip, and new pale pink flesh had grown.

Dozens of pirates showed surprise at the same time. As lowly ordinary people who do not belong to the seven major families, they have only heard of the magic arts of the priestess Freya, but they have never had the opportunity or the honor. A high priest's healing spell.

Injured at best just put on a bandage and some ground herbs.

Witnessing this miraculous scene, some people's minds began to loosen, and the palms holding the ax and the sharp sword slowly relaxed.

"Shut up, don't mislead people! Indalsfair Island is the birthplace of faith. As the high priest of Freya's goddess, you only know the healing technique to fool people?"

But Mokwag smiled ferociously, his eyes slowly swept across the faces of the priestesses, but he was not in a hurry,

"What kind of divine power is this? If Freya is alive, let her strike me with lightning and burn me to ashes... Can she do it?"

Uva took a step closer to the vicious pirate,

"God Freya is the mother of everyone in Skellige. The mother will never harm the children until the last step. She is more willing to give you care and love. So I will show you the healing magic."

"But if you continue to be stubborn and dare to offend Freya's majesty!"

Her voice was like thunder, and her eyes were shining with golden light,

"Then be careful, your voyage will be full of reefs and storms, your dragon boat will be haunted by nightmare ghosts, night and night, you will be covered in blood and sin... Sickness and loneliness will accompany you for life... You—"

"Pfft!"

Mokvarg suddenly rushed forward, holding a long stainless steel sword tightly with both hands, piercing her soft belly and thrusting her into the air, like holding a barbecue spit to feed a shrimp.

Ufa suddenly let out a muffled snort, and the blood gushing out of his abdomen like a fountain stained the pure and white sacrificial robe red and stained the sacred wall.

She hunched her back in mid-air, her protruding eyeballs widening.

"Haha! Brothers, look clearly, this is the priest of the gods!" Mokvag turned around and laughed maniacally at his subordinates, "Spells, beliefs, dogmas—sad and ridiculous, I gave her a chance to let her So much nonsense!"

"But have you seen it, what's the matter? It doesn't work at all, nothing is as good as a light poke from the steel sword in our hand!"

"Ridiculous Freya! So vulnerable, if she is a god!" The pirate grinned a cruel and indifferent smile, and the flames projected his figure on the wall of the temple, as ferocious as a monster, "Then Tonight, let me, Mokvag, slaughter the gods!"

"Kill them all!"

"Kill!" A group of pirates were stimulated by the blood, and the fierceness in their chests was immediately stimulated. They pulled out their swords and axes, and rushed like wolves to the delicate and sheep-like girls at the gate of the temple. .

Some girls were so frightened that they froze in place, and then they were hugged by the fierce pirates, carried them on their shoulders, and sent them to the big bed!

Some prayed on their knees in a trance, their pure white burqas cut by sharp knives and sprayed with blood.

Some collapsed in fright from the shining sword, yelled and turned around and rushed into the garden of the temple. Several men laughed grinningly, and followed closely behind, playing hide-and-seek!

"Shh-"

The long sword fell to the ground, and Mokvarg stepped on the soft belly of Priest Ufa with his right foot, watching her keep spitting blood.