God-level Demon Hunter

"You want to communicate with the goddess? Can I watch?" The priestess trembled, her face flushed with excitement,

"Ah."

The priestess whispered something to the captain, and led him past the group of curious soldiers and into the temple.

The witcher looked around and found out.

The corpses in the courtyard and the house had been cleaned up, but the dead priestesses were covered by white cloth and lined up in the center of the courtyard, and everyone was mourning and praying for them.

The corpses of the intruders were randomly thrown into a pile, and no one took care of them.

Seeing the return of the envoy of the gods, the girls who were dressed in clean white robes all cast curious and respectful glances at him. A tall and tall witcher in a black cloak.

Whispering with his companions, he muttered something about Freya's messenger.

Roy shook his head and smiled.

Step into the main hall.

Traces of Mokvarg's invasion still exist, burnt wooden utensils, books, ornaments, far from being recovered.

But statues of sacred animals and goddesses were erected again.

The witcher approached the statue of Freya.

Gradually, he sensitively noticed that the surrounding space began to change, and a gentle mist surged up.

"Don't resist."

A majestic female voice came from somewhere.

He obeyed.

Everything, including Siegfaled behind him, is gone.

In the blink of an eye, he walked into a bizarre world.

In the surrounding space, oil painting-like bright colors fall and rise like a waterfall, and a warm and moving golden light faintly emanates from it.

"Roy!"

He turned around abruptly, and there was nothing there.

"Demon hunter, son of the ancient blood, you saved my believer and saved me from more insults, so I will answer the doubts in your heart."

The voice full of texture is not far ahead, as if every note contains the rules of this world.

The unpredictable northern lights like a kaleidoscope are shining in midair...

After the Northern Lights, a pair of liquid golden eyes suddenly appeared, exactly the same as the ones Roy saw in the Temple of Meritelli!

There was also a paler golden woman standing there, nodding at him.

Can't see the specific face clearly, but the pale golden eyes are full of wisdom and benevolence as broad as the ocean.

The body shape is constantly changing between the graceful girl, the pregnant woman with a big belly, and the hunched old man.

The demon hunter didn't dare to use his observation skills, but walked up in small steps.

"You, are you a goddess?" Roy tried to keep his tone calm and his eyes gentle, "The goddess of fertility, love, beauty and harvest, the patron saint of prophets, fortune-tellers and psychics."

"Those who believe in me call me that, but now..." She shook her head, "I'm just Freya..."

"Didn't I be in the temple just now? Where is this now?"

"You are not using words and voices to communicate with me. Now it is communication at the level of soul and will," Freya said gently, with a hint of encouragement, "As for this place, it is naturally my domain, you can treat it as the sky and a region above the clouds."

"It's rare to see a human soul as strong and pure as you. Others, even my priests, will only see this place as a vague dream, everything is indistinct, unable to retain memory, even my The sound is like a dream."

"Wow... that's really cool. Dear Freya, can I ask you a question?"

"Why didn't you bring in those pirates and their leader, Mok Wagra?"

"This bunch of swagger guys have no right to come in, and they're going to resist."

Roy seemed to see disdain on that pale golden fuzzy face.

"Now, son of the ancient blood."

"Call me Roy," said the witcher.

"Roy, you should know why I saw you. Time is precious, let's get down to business. In order to thank you for your help, I will answer three questions for you from now on."

"Think carefully, there are only three..."

In the ethereal voice.

The demon hunter was overjoyed, and Freya's proposal was exactly what he wanted.

He fell into deep thought immediately.

Chapter 24 Freya's Enlightenment

In a magical space, the colorful northern lights are flowing and jumping around.

The witcher stared at the golden-eyed woman not far away and fell silent.

He had already expected that he was not a follower of God Freya, so he would have to be paid for helping her, right?

This is in line with the way of the witcher.

"Honorable lady, I want to confirm before asking questions, can I ask any questions?" the witcher asked cautiously,

"It must be within my reach, the area radiated by my temples and altars, the Skellige Islands, or coastal countries such as Sintra and Kovir!" said the golden-eyed woman.

It turns out that God Freya is not all-knowing and omnipotent.

"Where is Anaharo, the great master of the Demon Hunter Bear School?"

Goddess said,

"Change the question."

Roy sighed, "You know what I did after I landed on the island, can you tell me the whereabouts of the Archmage of Ortoland? I want to know where he went after he left Indalsfair Island." where?"

The golden-eyed woman nodded at him.

A picture suddenly flashed before the eyes of the demon hunter——

The dim secret room, the six-pointed star circle with the corpse hidden below, a telescope... It was the secret laboratory of Ortolan that he had visited!

But this time, Roy saw the figure—the mage Orr, who was draped in tattered cloth strips, crippled, with disheveled hair like a chicken coop, bloodshot eyes bulging like sandworms, and cheekbones protruding like ghosts. Toland.

Panting heavily, he suddenly pulled his chicken claw-like right hand, and suddenly a strong wind blew in the room.

A whirlpool-shaped pitch-black space door appeared in midair, and with the help of the goddess, the demon hunter clearly saw the scene behind the portal—a narrow alley.

Sewage flows across the ground, domestic garbage is piled up everywhere, and the walls are covered with moss.

And just far away from this back alley, stands a resplendent and magnificent palace, and next to the palace is a mage tower with a red spire.

As far as he knew, there were no fewer than dozens of cities like this in the entire world.

According to its architectural style and degree of refinement, it should be an important city in the north, or even the capital of a certain country!

"Maribo!"

At this time, the voice of the goddess sounded in my heart!

Roy clenched his fists excitedly.

"So the bases of Italan, the Four Great Masters, and Arzu are likely to be located in Maribor, the city that was once destroyed by the giant centipede salivary demon? And that mage tower is the tower of Triss Merigold! "

It's easy to say with the address.

Next, he should be fully prepared, at least pass the third green grass trial, and his strength will go further.

The fellow demon hunters are fully armed and act together.

Go to Maribor, find out the purpose of the four masters, and avenge the death of the four masters, especially Anahad of the Bear School.

This time, he will never hesitate or show mercy!

"Thank you for your reminder." Roy put his left hand on his chest, bowed to the goddess, and exhaled.

With the news of the four great masters, the next step is to improve their strength as much as possible.

He said according to the plan in his mind, "I have already thought about the second question. I remember when you first called me, you called me the son of the ancient blood."

"Noble as you, you have heard of the blood of the ancients, so I want to know how to continue to enhance the power of this blood in my body?"

The sharpening potion given to him by Master Mirror has expired.

He has to find another way.

The golden-eyed woman in the distance inexplicably gives people a happy feeling.

It seemed that the witcher's question was right in her arms!

"The blood of the ancients, the blood of the elves—the blood of the holy, the blood of the curse, the blood of the slayer, the blood of the savior, the blood of birth, the blood of death!" Every word she chanted in obscure ancient languages, All made the witcher's heart beat, and twisted blood vessels involuntarily emerged under the skin of his cheeks.

Gulu Gulu, the blood rushes wildly in it.

Glittering golden luster.

"This is not a great power that you can master... You are not a descendant of Laura Doron, and you are not even a natural Ain Eyre. And the blood of the ancients is recessive in males... But you As a man, he has mastered this power against common sense!" The goddess said to herself, "What secrets are hidden in your body? You have taken the blood of the ancients through this way, and even developed to the present stage?"

Laura Doron is the ruler of the kingdom of Ain El, a different world elf, and the daughter of the elf king Oberon Mukhitazi, who has the power to travel through time and space.

She fell in love with a human mage in this world.

The combination of the two gave birth to the ancestors of Ciri.

The blood of the ancients has passed down their genealogy to this day.

The witcher was silent.

"You are the extra one! Your ancient blood is not a natural product, and it is as difficult as going to heaven if you want to continue to strengthen it."

"Even if you use and exercise it every day...it will take one or two hundred years to make it enter the next stage and reach the level of Laura Doron..."

Roy's heart skipped a beat. Isn't the ancient blood in his body already in the early stages of awakening?

As for Xili, who was also in the early stage in his memory, it took less than ten years to completely control this power, passing the initial stage.

Why is it so difficult to have a template with optimization capabilities?

"Maybe it's fate..." She said, looking at the sky where the aurora is changing, her golden eyes sparkled, "I felt it not long ago, and now the situation is gathering, the three ancient bloodlines, Cyrila Fiona Elon Leanlen, the child in the womb of Queen Calanthe of Cintra, and you, all appeared in the Skellige Islands, within the sphere of my influence."

Roy immediately understood that Ciri had come to see Calanthe!

"Both of them will be the key to your next phase."

But what Freya said next made him shudder.

"As long as you capture the ancient blood in the bodies of the two women of time and space! Of course, the higher the degree of awakening, the better. You will further control the power of time and space!"

what? !

Take their ancient blood?

The witcher couldn't help thinking of what Vigfortz had done.

An outrageously perverted blood-snatching plan.

If you want to hurt Xili and your unexpected son, can you upgrade the blood of the ancients?

So what's the difference with that perverted mage?

Do not!

He shook his head and forcibly killed this terrible thought in his heart!

"Demon hunter, it seems that you have a good relationship with them. Don't worry, you don't have to kill them and squeeze out every drop of their blood." She seemed to notice the shock on the demon hunter's face, and suddenly The tone changed, "As long as they trust you 100% and are willing to surrender to you and the ancient blood in your body...you can easily take one-third of their ancient blood without harming their lives."

"And this is the best way to avoid tragedy!" She said meaningfully, "Why do you think the blood of the ancients is called the blood of the curse?"

"Its owner will not die well! The more perfect the bloodline evolves, the heavier this ominous doom will be."

Roy thought of Laura Doren, and Ciri's mother, Pavetta.

Two ladies who awakened the blood of the ancients, the former was hunted down by his clansman Ain Eyre, and died of exhaustion after giving birth to a girl in the wilderness hills.

The latter was killed in the Abyss of Sedna by her husband Doni/Emhyr va Enrith, in conjunction with Vigfortez, in an elaborate plan.

And Xili, according to the original history, will also be displaced and tortured, and finally go to the end of her lonely fate.