God-level Demon Hunter

"Idiot, are you blind!" Lambert swung his sword and slapped a guard in black leather armor on the cheek, knocking him unconscious. Mace, amber pupils glared at the young temple guard opposite through the gap in the weapon, and cursed loudly, "The elves are the culprits!"

"Kill the demon hunters, leave no one behind!"

An old but unquestionable order came from the temple guards.

Archbishop Cyrus was holding his cane, and his eyes were emotionless, staring at the witcher like an ant!

In any case, they cannot be let go!

It is impossible for me to apologize to mutants!

They will be responsible for today's turmoil, and their deaths will be used as fuel to spread the flames across the earth. This is the will of the Eternal Fire!

At this moment, in the center of the temple square.

The fifteen demon hunters couldn't help but feel a tacit understanding.

The blood reflected their pupils red, like an abyss.

"Not a single one!"

Roy returned the original words, and charged into the crowd with his sword in hand!

"kill!"

So fifteen demon hunters roared at the same time, including five apprentices. They are comrades-in-arms, masters and apprentices, and brothers who live and die together. They drew their sharp swords and rushed forward without thinking——

Facing the enemy, the witcher started a contest of disparity in numbers.

Driven by anger and murderous intent, they abandoned rules, laws, and the shackles of patience.

Become a killing machine.

Only the sword in hand, only the enemy in front of you.

……

Geralt danced gracefully, the steel sword dancing to the melody in his heart, and fell one temple guard after another to the ground.

Oakes stabbed the other two people on the sword at the same time, drew the sword, and leaped vigorously. The long sword cut a white light from top to bottom, and a bloody seam appeared in the middle line of the body of an elf with a pointed chin and high cheekbones. split in half.

Carl, Monty, and the five apprentices are like a pack of wolves hunting lions and tigers. Relying on their petite bodies that are not yet fully developed, they shuttle between the enemies like a juggler, circle around their armpits, and strike ghostly with their sword blades. Hit them in the vital parts.

They never killed anyone.

They can only regard the enemy as a painless water ghost.

Throat, eye sockets, heart, all strokes kill.

The minds of the five people went blank, and they only followed their instincts after countless trainings and actual combats on weekdays, but they cooperated seamlessly.

On the battlefield for the first time, it exploded with power beyond imagination, drawing circles of death circles.Scoia'tael blood was spilled on the square's clean marble floor.

The red is dazzling!

Kaiyan's cat sent steel sword to cut through an elf's mail armor, just like cutting wool, until the moment he lost consciousness, the elf didn't see the opponent's face clearly.

Lei Suo jumped into the crowd, bent his knees suddenly, and pressed his left hand to the ground.

The surging magic power of the mutated Alder expanded around, overturning four or five temple guards in an instant.

Then he was like a farmer harvesting the grass in the vegetable field, wielding the two swords of the Snake School, harvesting human lives with ease!

Cohen's hands continued to outline, like blooming flowers in summer, and the palms continued to spit out dazzling orange flames.

He seemed to be holding a flaming whip.

The cone-shaped area three meters in front of you is the restricted area of ​​the flames. Whenever someone steps in, they will immediately catch fire and flee!

And the shapeshifter who turned into the second Lei Suo, mixed with the demon hunters, used the steel sword quite conservatively, showing mercy everywhere, only hurting but not killing.

……

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of sharp knives piercing the flesh, and the sound of blood splattering enveloped the entire center of the square!

A group of demon hunters formed a bloody spear amidst the pervasive blood, and instantly tore a crack in the human wall surrounding them.

And Roy is at the forefront, acting as the tip of the spear, facing the enemies coming in like a tide.

Fancy swordsmanship is useless at all, and one can only fight hand to hand with pure instinct and reaction.

In a few seconds, Kunn was shattered and blood spattered.

Fortunately, the brothers clustered on both sides of him covered his flanks, so that his back was safe.

Create space for him to kill the enemy!

Whoosh!

Goodwill shreds the air.

In the direction of the sword's edge, a half-moon-shaped scarlet sword shot out, smashing through the barriers and turning the few meters in front of him into a purgatory of flesh and blood!

Go ahead!

Chapter 39 Melee

"Crack!"

The continuous sound of glass shattering erupted.

Scoia'tael and Temple Guard dropped over ten anti-magic metal bombs.

Dots of dust spread out in the blink of an eye, covering the entire battlefield.

The golden magic shield flowing on the surface of the demon hunter went out instantly!

At this moment, several pale-skinned elves appeared in different corners of the square—multiple belts wrapped around their necks, wearing a cloak and pointed hat that fluttered in the wind, and carrying birch sticks carved with green leaf patterns.

Making complex gestures, chanting obscure incantations, and co-casting spells—a blazing red fireball, like a small sun, made the air hiss, flew across half the square, and fell into the crowd!

"boom!"

Flames soared into the sky, thick smoke scattered into the air, gravel splashed, and a terrifying gap was blasted into the marble floor.

Lesso, Oakes, and Geralt at the center of the explosion couldn't dodge and soared into the air, falling heavily into the army, knocking down a bunch of soldiers, and turning into gourds!

The explosion failed to tear the armor reinforced by dragon scales, but it shocked their internal organs. The bald man and Ke En covered their chests and vomited blood, then took out the swallow potion in their pockets and swallowed it.

"Carl, Monty, are you alright?" Serrit, covered in blood, roared, and struck a temple guard who was trying to break through the line of defense with his sword.

"We're fine!"

Karl kicked the hook-nosed elf in the abdomen in front of him, and pulled the steel sword out of his neck.

The blood gushing out like a fountain stained his delicate face red.

This face was completely gone from the quiet and handsome face of the past, with distorted blue veins emerging.

Shaped like a ghost.

The same is true for the four companions around him.

They were very lucky to escape the frontal shock wave of the explosion, formed a human wall around the fallen Cohen, and frantically swung their steel swords to resist the tide of enemies.

The less injured demon hunters such as Vesemir and Kayan watched over their companions and let them drink potions to heal their injuries.

The magic power was temporarily sealed by the anti-magic metal, and the demon hunter lost the shield of the magic seal, so he could only rely on his primitive instincts to swing his sword, block, retreat, and block!

But the damned five elf mages started to cast spells again, a mass of berserk flames, lightning, and strong wind swept across the air and rushed towards them.

The progress of the witcher stopped for one of them!

……

The guard who covered the archbishop's retreat towards the main hall of the temple trembled nervously. He had never seen such a powerful warrior.

In less than 2 minutes, more than 50 compatriots returned to the Eternal Flame!

This is simply a group of devils!

Cyrus, holding a nanmu cane, stared at the mutants surrounded by the army tens of meters away without blinking, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"No matter how powerful they are, their numbers are always limited! Master Wei Ge's reinforcements have arrived, and fellow temple guards are arriving soon! They can't turn over!"

His words were like a signal, and a group of heavily armed soldiers poured out from the bridge south of the Temple Island.

The number of guards in the entire Nuocheng Temple is close to a thousand.

At this time, except for a part of the city gate and the key pass of the port, the rest of the hundreds of people flocked to drive away the watching citizens and maintain the chaotic order.

Swing the sword and press towards the witcher in the center of the square!

……

In the north of the square, beside a small lit altar.

A wide shield-like slashing sword flew across the air, and an elf who stalked into the crowd like a wolf and killed indiscriminately was cut in half!

"Ah, murder! Help, help me!" screamed a fat spice merchant.

"Shut up, didn't you see that Lord Knight is protecting us?!" Another thin young man showed admiration in his eyes.

Grimm wiped the blood off his face, retracted the sword of justice, and stood in front of a group of unarmed people, resisting the swords that were swung from time to time. Cassirer looked around vigilantly, sweeping for him.

They had already noticed a group of strange elves wearing old fur armor, shuttling back and forth along the outside of the square, throwing incendiary bombs at the rushing crowd and surrounding houses.

Wield a sharp blade, kill anyone at sight, and create chaos!

Moreover, the expressions on the faces of these elves are extremely fierce, and they are full of hostility, as if they have an inextricable hatred for humans.

Where did the terrorists come from?Attacking humans and pouring dirty water on the witcher's head.

What is their purpose?

Knight side.

"boom!"

The butcher Cleaver was full of muscles, and swung his dark two-handed warhammer from bottom to top. The five short figures jumped up on the spot, and the hammer head hit an elf's jaw heavily, smashing into the skull.

This guy seemed to be hit by a ton-heavy "uppercut". His facial bones were broken and deformed, like a crumbled bun, and he fell backwards to the ground.

Cliff's oiled cockscomb head swayed in the breeze, his eyes staring like brass bells noticed the blood-stained squirrel tail on the elf's waist, suddenly his face became serious, and he muttered loudly,

"The Scoia'tael? Aren't these bastards hiding in the Valley of Flowers and Mahakam? Why did they go to Nuo City, thousands of miles away, to attack humans and demon hunters?"

Cliff looked around with an ugly face.

The once solemn temple square was in chaos,

The flames scorched the surrounding buildings, and pillars of smoke rose into the air, blocking the sunlight and most people's sight.In the center of the square, the Scoia'tael and the temple guards are like a pack of hyenas attacking a lion, devouring the flesh and blood of the lion regardless of sacrifice!

At one point, eat it up!

……

"Shh-"

Roy stood Gu Weiheer upright in front of him, and struck the long sword against the flying fireball. The star-shaped runes on the sword burst into light, splitting the fireball in two instantly.

However, the remaining power was offset by his armor, which only burned a few hairs of his body.

"Everyone stay here, I'll deal with those mages!" Roy gritted his teeth and looked around. The demon hunters who fought side by side were entangled in place by the fearless soldiers and elves, accepting the swords in all directions. Sword forest and violent fireball, lightning baptism.

The magic power is blocked, and the demon hunters without the protection of Kunn and Heriot are a group of living targets!

Scarred and heavily breathing, he could only stubbornly swing his sword to block, attack, and slash around.

However, when an enemy fell, more soldiers immediately stepped on the corpses of their companions to fill the gap!

"I'm with you, brat!"

"You stay!" Roy spat out the cork in his mouth, his throat wriggling.

A large black blood vessel bulges and spreads from the chin.

Guwahir switched to a hand crossbow.

"Whoosh-"

The bowstring buzzes and the arrow pierces through the air!

A galloping white light hit an elf mage with fire in his palm.

Click!