God-level Demon Hunter

Bonnet shook his wrist, danced a sword flower, and immediately killed the second tree monster on the right.

……

In the botanical garden.

Evelyn's slender body was clad in a green bark dress, her gray hair fell on her shoulders, and a wreath of mistletoe was wrapped around her forehead.

She carried an oak cane on her shoulders like a warrior, and the head of the cane swayed behind her shoulders following her long, lightly moving legs.

Emerald aura flashed on his body, constantly extinguishing the surging flames in the alder forest!

Suddenly the magic power is absorbed.

He frowned his dark eyebrows.

The guardian of the oak tree has returned to nature!

A mortal killed it!

She felt unbelievable, and her eyes became as severe and indifferent as thunderbolts in the sky!

The turbulent emerald light overflowed the forest, the mountains shook and the ground shook, and the roar of beasts echoed endlessly!

……

"Roar!"

"Haw!"

"Fizz!"

In the woods, beech, fern bushes, and boxwood, fluffy or scale-covered heads are exposed, with grinning teeth and pupils full of cold murderous intent.

Weasels, rats, poisonous snakes, wild cats, wild boars... came out like a tide, using their fangs and claws to attack the soldiers who invaded the woods!

The army exploded, and there was no time to react. The hordes of beasts from all directions completely surrounded them.

Beast roars, wailing sounds, collision sounds, and the sound of weapons breaking through the air, detonated the entire forest.

"Damn it, there are druids helping the witcher!" Scirrut roared angrily, and cut a weasel that jumped towards the Weasel in half with a sword.

The soldiers were scrambled.

In the first wave of attack, several people were directly killed by wild boars.

The densely packed small animals are even more difficult to guard against. Rats and poisonous snakes sneakily stick to the fallen leaves or crawl everywhere, and come out without warning. Poisonous spiders, lizards, and geckos fall from the treetops above everyone's heads.They see every stitch, they drill into people's trouser legs, shoes, and clothes, and they only pick up soft organs and lower their mouths.

A burly man with protruding eyes like a frog wailed mournfully and clutched his crotch, jumped on the spot twice, the blue linen pants under his crotch turned blood red, his cheeks swelled into a liver color, and rolled all over the floor.

The tragedy was jaw-dropping.

……

A freckled elf pierced a wild dog's waist with a sword from the front. Before he could change his move, another petite wild cat swept past his neck.

The split claws reflected the cold light.

slam-la-

His neck was immediately torn open, exposing the trachea.

The freckle elf lost all his strength and fell backwards, and then a mass of black mice lifted him up on the ground, like holding a battering hammer, he quickly carried the corpse and ran to the depths of the dense forest rustlingly.

A group of wild boars and wolves are in perfect harmony with Scoia'tael.

……

Even more shockingly.

A giant lion and eagle mixed suddenly fell from the sky above the forest.

Sweeping through the crowd with strong airflow and great pressure, the hook-like claws grabbed a hapless guy and flew him into the sky.

After a while.

A rain of flesh and blood, as well as an incomplete and shocking corpse, fell in midair!

"God, that's a griffin beast!"

"The witcher raised a griffin!"

A muscular man with a very low forehead yelled in horror and shot towards the sky continuously.

However, the arrows couldn't even catch up with its slender tail, or they were blocked by the pair of broad, shield-like wings.

Crash.

Ten seconds later.

It came again, cruelly taking the second dead!

……

the woods.

Filled with the sound of piercing the air, the sound of sharp knives piercing the flesh, the vibration of the bowstring, and the sound of shouting and killing.

Humans and beasts fought bloody battles, and the beasts seemed endless.

The fallen leaves, branches, and roots on the ground were stained with blood red!

……

"Damn it! Molotov cocktails!" the half-elf shouted, raising his arms. "Burn them!"

slam-la-

The Scoia'tael and the mercenary immediately untied the oil bottle from their waists and threw it into the herd of beasts rushing in all directions.

Boom!

The fire soared into the sky.

Illuminate a hideous face.

The flood-like beast tide was cut off by the jumping flames.

The beast with burning fur and the smell of roasted meat and charred meat scurried about, bumping into a group of companions, spreading the flames.

The raging wild offensive slowed down.

At this moment, Leo Bonnet pulled out the long sword from the eye socket of the second tree monster, and with a sword head-on, split a burning wild boar in half.

A cascade of blood stained his sickly red cheeks.

A grin appeared on his lips.

"Now, who will dance with me!?"

"boom!"

In response, a bulging glass bottle shattered among the crowd, causing an explosion that sent more than five soldiers flying and setting them on fire.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the raging fire quickly spread amidst howling.

Behind the beast tide, another man wearing a dirty scholar's robe, sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, and a Mediterranean hairstyle was holding a special incendiary bomb. A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes with thick dark circles blinked.

"Incendiary bombs are too tasteless!" Kalkstein warmly invited, "Come and taste my special bomb!"

"Enough!"

"Crack!"

A second ball of pale frost erupted in the crowd.

The extremely cold air instantly froze the two nearest mercenaries into crystal clear ice sculptures!

On the other side of the beast tide, a round and spinning ice ball emerged from the palm of a woman in a black robe.

The close-fitting robe automatically falls into the delicate body of the undulating mountains.

The white light illuminated her extremely beautiful face, and her red hair fluttered wantonly on her shoulders.

His blue eyes were as cold as ice.

Like an ice goddess holding winter in her hand.

……

"Damn it, druid, griffin, plus two mages, the witcher has a backup! We're in big trouble!" Scirrut said viciously, with a trace of fear flashing across his face.

The whole team was in complete chaos.

He tried to pull the trigger towards the Mediterranean mage in the distance, who hid behind a big tree like oil on his feet, and laughed nervously and ironically.

Dodge anti-magic metal bombs exploding around you.

At the same time, the figure of the "Ice Goddess" disappeared into the air.

The two mages came and went without a trace, relying on their light spells and trees to cover them, throwing spells and bombs from time to time, playing with the prey rounded up by the herd.

"The trouble is not limited to the immediate point!" Leo Bonnet dragged his sharp long sword, crossed the crowd and walked straight to the other side of the mage.

In mist and fire.

Two shadows standing with swords appeared.

One was a tall man, wearing a leather coat with studded shoulder armor, and a wolf amulet hung around his neck.

A huge scar runs vertically across the entire angular right face.

His face was cold and expressionless.

The two-handed long sword was raised above the right shoulder, and he approached slowly. It was still a knight holding a long sword and preparing for a charge.

One of them was wearing a pair of sunglasses, with a thin body and flexible cat pie light armor, and a cat pie pendant around his neck rippling with his footsteps.

The wrist lightly turns the blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

His face was cold with indifference to everything.

Swish-

One step is ten meters.

The two walked towards the crowd side by side.

Two pairs of pupils collided with the pair of eyelashless, sparkling dead fish eyes in the crowd.

Sparks fly!

……

"Ha ha!"

The unprecedented sense of impulsiveness caused Leo Bonnet's body to tremble uncontrollably.

Facing two demon hunters at the same time was unprecedented, and this battle would be the most dangerous in his life.

However, it is also the pinnacle of heartiness!

"Come on, witcher, swing your sword as much as you want, and dance with me!"

"Let's do a three-person dance!" He roared at his opponents, hooking them provocatively, the dead fish's eyes flashed ominously, "Two demon hunters against Leo Bonnet, this wonderful performance, It will cost with life!"

"But it's not me who pays the price!"

"Before you lose your breath, I will let you enjoy the last honor of your life!"

Leo Bonnet held the sword in his right hand, and the blade drew a series of marks on the grass. He threw it forward with his left hand, and rushed towards the two of them. His speed was as fast as a ghost wandering in the forest, startling the crowd behind him. fallen leaves!

"play music!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Beyond the beast tide, there is a clearing in the forest.

The sound of glass breaking.

Anti-magic metal bombs block the magic of the witcher.

Vulture and Escal could have dodged.

However, out of the pride of those who wield swords, they accepted it calmly.