God-level Demon Hunter

No one dares to insult the most respected Archbishop of the Eternal Flame in Novigrad, the headquarters of the Eternal Flame!

there has never been!

……

"breathe……"

Angry blood rushed into the brain.

The old man stroked his chest, took a deep breath with a painful expression, and suddenly became dizzy and fell backwards!

"Bishop Cyrus!"

"It's fine! I'm fine!"

"Sharp-toothed witcher, you are confusing black and white again." The archbishop held the arms of the guards on both sides with trembling palms, and veins appeared on his old cheeks. "In the whole world, how many mutants are there? Less than a hundred Is there any difference in the size of sesame seeds between you different schools and individuals?"

"How can this difference be compared with the humans in the south and the north!"

Roy took a deep breath.

"There are at least fifteen demon hunters in the orphanage!" A voice from the audience said, "All of them are called to the Temple Square to confront them! Let Ms. Talika identify them!"

Roy's eyes suddenly turned to the crowd!

Collide with a man who looks like a mercenary!

The murderous intent shot out from the pupils, and the eyes were as bright as meteors falling from the sky!

The latter trembled all over his body, as if being stabbed in the brain by an invisible sharp knife, his pupils dilated, his expression was in a trance, and his figure was on the verge of falling, but he came back to his senses in the blink of an eye, clutched his bloody nose, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"Did you hear that, demon hunter!" The archbishop noticed his fierce look, and instead smiled happily. The more this guy loses his composure, the more frightened he is. Children, and all mutants are called!"

"Let the eternal fire and the thousand pairs of eyes on the field be the witnesses to see whether it is a normal orphanage or a den of filthy monsters!"

"Demon hunter, why are you silent?"

"Don't continue to weave lies with rhetoric? Or, are you afraid, and are you thinking about how to abscond in fear of crime?"

Roy was silent.

He is now 100% sure that everything today is a game for the witcher!

First use the shapeshifter to draw them out.

Then splash dirty water and ask for the child in order to find Ciri's whereabouts.

Finally, list this witness who doesn't know where it came from!

Press hard at every step to let them leave the well-arranged iron-drum-like watertight base!

The archbishop broke free from the support of the people around him, and took the initiative to take a step closer to him with a nanmu cane, with a sharp tone,

"Turn around and look, everyone has heard the poems praising you! A selfless demon hunter, a helpful demon hunter, a demon hunter who eradicates evil."

"So many people are looking forward to you, do you have the heart to let them down?"

"Don't worry... I, Cyrus Engelkander Heimfa, swear to the eternal fire that I believe in all my life—" the archbishop was righteous, and his cane hit the ground,

"As long as you prove that you did not force any orphans, and there is no murderer among you who wiped out Sweetwater Village, then I will solemnly apologize to you!"

"Add more sweetness." The old man looked at the doppelganger on the stake, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, "How about releasing this bastard?"

"Master Demon Hunter!" A beautiful girl in a long green dress with twinkling eyes, waved her pink fist, and cheered softly, "Prove it to everyone, I believe in you!"

Roy raised his eyebrows.

"Your Excellency..." More than a dozen bards wearing fashionable and colorful clothes and carrying lutes looked at him expectantly, "Please prove to everyone that our poems are not made up!"

Among the beggars, the beggar king with a hood covering his bald head touching the golden seal ring on his finger, and the butcher Cleaver among the dwarves with his cockscomb head fluttering in the wind.

The Merchant Association, the Blacksmith Association... the craftsmen from the major art associations... nobles, traffickers, and pawns all looked at him.

"Don't count on it, he is obviously scared, and he has a guilty conscience!"

Encouraging and mocking voices came and went.

Roy folded his arms across his chest, and the leather armor covering his arms creaked.

A palpitating coldness began to emanate from around the body.

Long hesitation.

"Then let's prove it!"

A muffled voice cut through the din.

A giant bear as strong as a man standing upright, with a bald head, easily pushed away the human wall formed by the temple guards.

"who!?"

"Go back!"

A circle of shining steel swords was aimed at the man, and the guards held down the anti-magic metal bomb on his waist.

A smile appeared on the man's stiff square face,

"You all want to meet all the witchers from Gawain's House."

"To fulfill you! We are here..."

Swish-

A group of tall and straight demon hunters dressed in leather, scale armor, plate armor, and various school suits, with double swords on their backs and pendants, separated from the crowd.

They seemed to be oiled all over, and the crowd would automatically separate and fall to both sides as soon as they touched them!

Pairs of vertical pupils looked around.

Aiden and Kayan from the cat faction, Vesemir, Lambert, and Geralt from the wolf faction, Lesso, Oakes, and Serrit from the snake faction, Kern from the Griffin school... not long after passing the grass test Monty, Carl, Arkham Tom, Chanem, Lloyd...except Fliers, Escal, Druid Evelynn, Mage Coral, Kalkstein, and Griffins stay at the base , all the witchers came to the scene.

A chilling, sturdy, and sharp-sharp aura rushed towards his face.

The people in the square couldn't help holding their breath.

"Life is priceless and worth cherishing. I sincerely advise you not to act rashly."

Serrit's voice was as hard as chewing steel.

"Respected Archbishop of Eternal Flame, Ms. Talika," Lambert followed his robes to the stake, and bowed to the guards, the archbishop and the audience, but there was no smile on his face, and Amber's pupils seemed to flutter. The poisonous snake before the attack shrunk into a prismatic shape, faintly exuding a determination, "The fifteen demon hunters you want are all here, let's identify them."

……

On the east side of the square, on the second floor of the side hall of the temple.

The harsh sunlight through the window revealed a man with scars on his face and thin lips. He stroked his chin with a smile on his lips. An elegant female sorceress with a face like the Northern Lights was standing beside her. , quietly watching the center of the square.

At the feet of the two, a man in a purple silk robe, with a handsome, fair face, and an elegant beard on his chin was tied up, put on anti-magic metal shackles, his mouth was gagged by cloth strips, and he curled up like a boiled shrimp .

……

At the same time, on the outskirts of Nuocheng, a group of elves wearing colorful fur armor, wooden bows, steel swords, anti-magic metal bombs, and squirrel tail decorations around their waists rushed into the alder forest!

Chapter 38 Not one left!

The sun in the sky was as fierce as fire, but a group of witchers in the middle of the square were as cold as knives.

Some peasants were frightened by the demon hunter's ferocious appearance, and lowered their heads in fear, yelling and cursing inexplicably to vent their fear. Some nobles shrank back speechless, and the temple guards, the archbishop, and the peasant woman Talika glared at them. .

The eyes of the bard and the boys and girls who had been brainwashed by dozens of their poems in the past seemed to see their idols.

The two knights noticed one of them with dark cat eyes, Geralt who looked like an albino, looked at each other, and both heaved a sigh of relief.

Geralt shows up, so Ciri is not far away!

There was a sneer of a successful plan on the corner of the mouth of the mercenary hiding in the crowd.

After all, the mutants bowed to the pressure of the world!

The faces of the dwarves, elves, and elf hybrids became complicated, and they faintly saw their own future tragedy from the demon hunter.

They also belong to the non-human race.

Do non-human races deserve to be subjected to ignorance, prejudice, and forced to be judged helplessly? !

The whole square was in a chaotic commotion.

"I shouldn't have come, what should I do at home?" Roy murmured to his companion.

"Boy, this is the end of the matter," Serrit turned his head and glanced at him, "Let's wait and see what happens next."

"If they want peace, give them peace." Kayan said coldly.

"They want war, so send them to hell!" Leto said firmly, he had had enough of this endless prejudice.

The tree wants to be calm and the wind does not stop.

"We just want to develop quietly without any contention with the world, but they insist on pushing again and again!" Vesemir looked at the crowd with a complicated expression, and recalled the Kaer Morhen battle a century ago.

"This time, I will never escape again."

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Surrounded by the guards of the temple, the archbishop glanced at the demon hunters, and was overjoyed that they dared to come to their own territory, the home of the Eternal Flame!

This will lose the biggest advantage!

But at the same time, deep fear and undisguised disgust flashed in his eyes.

He never knew that there were so many mutants hiding beside his bed!

Seeing it with my own eyes was even more shocking.

Due to his age and experience, he is well aware of the abilities of this group of mutants. They are a bunch of unstable explosives, enough to blow up the entire city of Nordic!

They must be eradicated without leaving a trace!

"Fifteen demon hunters, one-third of them are half-children... Tsk tsk, people of Nuocheng, keep your eyes open, the facts are in front of you! They are indeed conducting evil mutation experiments in the suburbs!"

The cold voice of the archbishop first defined their behavior.

The five half-grown teenagers standing side by side snorted at him in unison as a rebuttal.

The green cheeks are clean and smooth, without a single beard, and the tension in the amber pupils cannot be concealed...

Never before have they appeared in front of so many people!

A sense of excitement of performing on stage arose in my heart by coincidence.

Body trembling with excitement.

"Bishop Cyrus, are we discussing mutations now?!" Roy stepped forward and called him by name, "According to the suggestions of all the people present, all my compatriots have come. What are you waiting for now?"

"Ms. Talika! Open your eyes and look at us, find out who you say is the murderer!"

"Relax, child, there are so many people here," the archbishop sneered at the demon hunter, "I don't believe these mutants dare to commit a mass extinction in Novigrad!"

Under such a situation, if the demon hunter did something, no matter what the reason was, the white would turn into black.

They will surely become the public enemies of the entire Nuo City!

Under the protection of the guards, the thin body of the peasant woman who was called out trembled.

With his fingers clasped in front of his lower abdomen, he gritted his teeth and took a step closer to the demon hunters.

Those small black eyes swept across the witcher's face one after another.

The eyes of thousands of people in the square followed her.

When they noticed the disfigured Kayan's face covered with centipede-like scars and eyes like scarlet lightning, everyone couldn't help exclaiming!

"God, is this still human?"

"Has he been in a fire?"

"It must be an evil mutation that made him so inhuman!"

Under the hood and cloak, Kaiyan turned a blind eye to the malicious eyes around him, but raised his chest and raised his chin.

He has a group of good brothers, a group of well-behaved students, a caring woman, and other prejudices can't hurt him!

Not just him.

All the demon hunters who were caught by the woman's gaze raised their jaws.

They didn't know the woman at all.