God-level Demon Hunter

Every time it landed, there must be a pirate who groaned and spattered blood on the spot.

Didn't even have time to cry.

One hit kills.

In just five seconds, more than ten pirates lost their lives without knowing it. A group of priestesses escaped from the tiger's mouth and rushed to the corner of the garden, like small animals huddling together to keep warm, huddled back to back.

"Is everyone okay, woo woo... What happened, who saved us? Has the goddess appeared?"

Said a priest crying like a tabby cat.

"Yes! Freya is saving us! Punishing the murderer!"

A girl with red and swollen palm marks on her cheeks gritted her teeth and said,

"Hey, but Priest Ufa died. Many sisters died! We are the only ones left!"

"Why are you crying! Woohoo... The souls of the sisters have entered the goddess' palace!"

The priestesses clenched their fists, their faces covered with tears were full of sadness, fear, and excitement!

The three thieves who were raging in the temple house noticed something unusual—the brothers who had been yelling and having fun suddenly lost their voices, so they rushed out side by side.

Yet they had just left the eaves and stepped onto the marble slab.

Suddenly a terrible wind blew up in the courtyard.

The wind blew fiercely, the roof of the temple creaked, and the windows slammed.

Like the heartbeat of the three——

The black cloak pierced the void and appeared ghostly.He bowed his knees in a lunge, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the pale blade swept across——

"Puff puff puff—"

The long sword made of keel broke through the chain armor, cotton armor, and three flesh and blood flowers without hindrance.

"Tattoo!"

A band of pirates from another house rushed into the courtyard with axes, swords, and shields, yelling.

The black figure disappeared, and the next second it was like death falling from the sky.

The white sword blade that was raised vertically above the head volleyed down a bloody sword aura.

"Puff puff--"

Flesh and blood flew.

The three pirates were split in half from head to toe like wood that had been split with a hatchet.

The internal organs of the falling blood are as delicate and beautiful as a blooming red rose.

The person further back was sprayed in the face and had no time to react.

"call out--"

The witcher pulled the trigger.

A very slight gas explosion pierced in front of him.

The man's figure trembled, his eyes instantly lost focus, and there was a blood hole the size of a little finger between his brows.

And behind him, two companions standing side by side also had a small blood hole in their heads, and their faces still maintained the glaring expressions they had when they were alive.

Through the hole, one could see a small half of a feather arrow protruding from a wall ten meters away, and the feather trembled slightly.

"Plop plop!"

When the night wind blew, three corpses fell one after another.

In just one second, one cut and one arrow.

Six pirates died one after another.

There was no longer a mob standing in the courtyard.

A scarlet ray of light is changing in the scorching blood.

A figure stood in it.

He held a white jade-like long sword slantingly, and the blood on the sword dripped to the ground.

The priestesses finally saw clearly the savior who killed the pirates—a young man with an expressionless face, heroic eyebrows, deep eyes, shining with dark gold and silver gray light.

He was slowly wiping the flesh from the blade with the clothes of the dead man.

The crescent moon behind it was as red as blood.

He noticed the eyes of the priestesses and nodded reassuringly at them.

"Don't be afraid, just wait a little longer."

The voice fell.

A strong man with a beard rushed out of the main hall of the temple, carrying a trembling sack, with a corner of the golden kettle protruding from the mouth of the bag, his expression was as satisfied as if he had used too much anesthetic.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the man standing among the corpses.

Four eyes facing each other.

Stepping on a pool of blood, the demon hunter stepped in front of him with a sword in hand.

Clang!

Gold and iron clash!

He slashed at the demon hunter's left shoulder with the mottled one-handed ax from top to bottom, but was intercepted by the blade!

The surface of the ax splits at the touch of a knife.

The demon hunter went straight over his body, pulled out a sword horizontally in a flash, and pulled a huge gap in the man's neck - the trachea and cervical spine were broken, and only a layer of skin remained on the back of the neck.

He fell heavily to the ground, his head rolled far away like a rubber ball.

A bag full of gold and silver utensils and coins fell on his back like funeral objects.

The demon hunter dragged his blood-dripping long sword, like a dragon flicking its tail, and rushed into the main hall of the temple with breezy footsteps.

At the entrance of the temple, the rebellious pirate Aina led four subordinates and the ice element to slaughter, and four corpses were piled up under his feet.

The fifteen priestesses in the corner followed slowly.

……

The former solemn and resplendent palace has become chaotic and bankrupt.

A dozen pirates are wreaking havoc on the temple building.

A muscular man with a star tattoo on his bare arm was reaching for his waistband, ready to piss on the Freya statue.

"Morkvarg?"

The demon hunter's strange-colored pupils glanced at the man, and strong disappointment and doubt arose in his heart-this legendary pirate who did all kinds of evil and was extremely arrogant, his physical fitness and combat effectiveness were only slightly better than ordinary people.

The goddess Freya, Skellige's highest belief, is powerless to dozens of mortals now?

Just like this, he watched his priests being slaughtered, and even turned to a non-believer, a demon hunter, for help.

What is the reason?

"Who the hell are you? Where is my brother?" Mokwag hurriedly lifted his belt, pointed at his nose and cursed,

wow——

More than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at the witcher, and a dozen pirates drew their sharp knives from their waists, bared their white teeth, and pressed forward step by step.

Roy turned his head and smiled warmly as if welcoming a guest.

"Your brothers are waiting in hell for your reunion, hit the road."

"Chop him into meat sauce!"

Chapter 23 Three Questions

The holy owl hovered over the temple, screaming shrilly!

The priestesses stood guard outside the nave.

Fourteen of them squatted on the ground, clasped their hands together, and silently recited Freya's holy name with their eyes closed, as if they were performing their daily evening prayers.

The thin body under the robe trembled with the sound of sharp knives piercing flesh, howling, and groaning from the main hall.

The oldest, with a calm personality, Sigdrifa looked into the main hall calmly, and the light of fire, sword, and blood reflected in her pupils.

A figure with golden light on his body jumped around a dozen pirates at high speed in the main hall.

He stirs up the rain of blood like a meat grinder on the battlefield. The pirate's weapons, armor, and flesh and blood collapse under the sharp sword, and there is no single enemy.

One person burst out with the momentum of thousands of troops.

What was even more weird was that a bloody tentacle was entrenched behind him, and as he swung his sword, it swat the enemy like a jagged boa constrictor.

The pirate who was thrown was like being hit by a hold spell, unable to move, stretched his neck, and let the witcher behead him!

Less than ten seconds.

The fighting and noise in the hall are completely cleared up.

Amidst the stumped limbs and the soaring blood, there were only two people standing opposite each other.

"You, who are you?!"

In front of the statue of Freya lying on the ground.

Mokvarg's face was stiff, his eyes flickered, his hands and feet were weak, and he could barely hold the long sword and shield.

In less than ten seconds, the brothers who accompanied him through life and death, and experienced hundreds of fierce battles, turned into mutilated corpses all over the floor. He had never seen such a terrifying skill, like a nightmare.

A huge sense of powerlessness enveloped him, and he knew that this guy was by no means invincible.

On the back of the demon hunter, arms were thick and blood-colored, and every time he waved, he seemed to be singing a hoarse lament, awakening the memory of fear deep in his heart.

Countless terrifying visions flooded his mind.

The merchant sailors who were robbed and killed by him in the past, old people, women and children, screamed and climbed up the grave of bloody corpses, and their bloody hands grabbed his legs, as if they were going to drag him into hell together!

The pirate leader lowered his head, and there was no trace of arrogance and madness in his expression!

"Who am I? Isn't it the messenger of the god Freya who was spurned and insulted by you! Aren't you going to chop me into meat paste?" The demon hunter hooked his fingers at him and jokingly said, "Come and do it!" Don’t let me down, how can a pirate who dares to insult Freya be afraid of a mortal like me with a mere steel sword in his hand?”

"Aren't you always a bullying rat?"

"Don't you have a lot of fun when you hurt unarmed priests?"

The witcher dropped the weapon directly at his feet.

"I, I'm joking with you." Mokwag gritted his teeth, and also threw away his weapon, with a smile uglier than crying, "How dare we fight against a big man like you?"

Morkvarg took a step back, cleared his throat,

"I just asked my brothers to warm up with you and try your skills."

"Then?"

He observed the face of the witcher,

"It turns out that you are more powerful than I thought! You are fully qualified to join my fleet! Become the new deputy captain of the Sea Lion!"

"With you joining, my fleet will be even more powerful. Together, let alone Skellige, the entire North Sea, no, including the ocean area of ​​Nilfgaard, will become our territory!"

"What tangible benefits can Freya give you?" Seeing that the demon hunter was silent, Mokvag further emphasized, "Have you seen that this legendary goddess can't even be compared with dozens of us pirates?" Handle!"

"She really doesn't deserve to be called a god!"

"She can't give you anything!"

He showed a warm smile and held out his hand to the witcher.

"In addition, as long as you cooperate with me, all the gold, silver and jewelry harvested today will belong to you!"

"And tomorrow, your reputation will be heard all over the world!"

The corner of Roy's mouth curved, his smile was full of disdain.

"I can give you more!" He immediately increased his chips eagerly, "I have lending business in Novigrad and Ron Exeter, as long as you cooperate with me, I will transfer all the business to you!"