God-level Demon Hunter

They left behind the corpses of Scoia'tael and temple guards, stepped on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, crossed the long road of death in the north of the square, and arrived at the main hall of the Temple of Eternal Fire.

"Shh-"

The blade pierced through the air.

The bald man and Vesemirmir dealt with two stubborn temple guards.

"boom!"

Lambert, Oakes, Geralt, and Cohen were outlined with the five fingers of their left hand at the same time, and the surging magic power surged out from the blue charm, hitting the closed golden door in front of them.

crunch--

Door open.

The flaming braziers at the four corners illuminated every detail of the resplendent and resplendent hall.

Among several golden pillars, a fiery red delicate carpet leads to the high platform, the throne inlaid with the emblem of eternal fire, and the walls painted red.

Archbishop Cyrus, sticking his staff, stood protected by twenty temple guards.

The noble robes were stained with blood, and there was no arrogance in the wrinkled old face.

His beard trembled, his eyes frightened.

The expression is tense and embarrassed.

He never imagined such a day would come.

Just fifteen lowly mutants.

The armor was covered with flesh and blood, and his body was covered with cuts and bruises. Under the stimulation of various potions, black blood vessels appeared on his blood-red cheeks.

But such a group of people actually smashed through the steel defense line composed of hundreds of temple guards and five mages in the center of Novigrad, the stronghold of the Eternal Flame.

Come before yourself.

This is simply a feat impossible for humans to accomplish.

Even if the ice giant played a huge role.

The combat power of the demon hunter has also far exceeded his expectations.

"boom!"

Five young apprentices slammed the golden door shut.

After going through a bloody battle, they no longer saw a trace of greenness on their faces, only cold murderous intent, and firm eyes, and their temperament suddenly matured a lot.

Leto took the lead, and fifteen blood-soaked demon hunters quickly approached the archbishop.

The blood that slid from the armor made the carpet even more coquettishly red.

The shapeshifter Chapelle followed at the end, looking at his former boss with extremely complicated eyes.

He never expected to escape from the stake and come before the Archbishop as a victor.

I am extremely fortunate to be an ally with the Demon Hunter!

A group of guards were sweating profusely on their faces, their sword hands were shaking uncontrollably, and they were praying in their hearts.

coming.

Here come the devils!

Gods have mercy, save your devout believers.

"Cyrus, you stupid old widower!" Lambert yelled jokingly, with an uncontrollable anger in his tone, and gently wiped the blood on the sword with a white cloth on his body, "What did we say before?" Come on, you want peace, everyone is safe and sound!"

"But you don't want to keep any of them!"

"Then we have to fulfill you!"

Suddenly, more than a dozen pairs of burning eyes turned to the old man in the center.

On the steps, Cyrus' heart skipped a beat, his face flushed for a while, his body was hunched, and the white foam stained his beard, "It's all... It's all a misunderstanding, a group of people with ulterior motives are sowing discord behind their backs! I fell into their trap Only then will you misunderstand the masters!"

The cause of Eternal Flame has not been successful.

I can't just die!

Temporarily bow to this group of mutants, leaving the green hills behind.

The archbishop took a deep breath.

Wait until we get through this crisis before making another plan.

"I swear to the great eternal flame!" Cyrus raised his voice and tremblingly raised his right hand, "As long as you all stop immediately, stop this meaningless killing."

"All will know the truth, those elves!"

"Yes, those elves are the root of everything, the culprit!"

Should I be content?

The status is respected, and the archbishop who commands the fifty temples in the north bows his head to you.

Hurry up and stop! ?

Lambert let out a disdainful chuckle, and quietly stepped on the middle of the steps with tired feet.

"Oath, don't mention your ridiculous oath to me! Who was the first to tear up the oath just now, and what he said stinks like fart!"

"However, you can talk about it..." A gleam flashed in Serritt's eyes, "Who exactly is colluding with you, joining forces, and plotting against us?"

"Riens!" Cyrus replied without thinking, betraying a young man is not considered to offend Master Vigfortz, and there is still room for lingering.

"Who is the sacred behind Riens?"

The bald man asked, his voice was emotionless,

"Bang, bang!"

Suddenly there was a huge crash outside the golden gate, and the iron birch blocking the gate shook violently.

Cyrus was shocked, and the rescuers came!

"I only know that Liens..." he procrastinated, "This mage hates demon hunters, so he suggested to me to join forces. I didn't notice it for a while, and was deceived by him."

"The big mistake has not yet been made, masters, it is not too late to stop now! After I fully explain to the believers, Nuocheng will still be your home! And I promise, no one will bother you again... Great cause!"

"Sorry, it's too late..." Vesemir shook his head and sighed.

From the moment you start, the outcome is already doomed.

So many eyes witnessed the witcher's killing spree, and hundreds of temple guards fell to their swords.

The huge impact cannot be eliminated in a short time.

It is impossible for a witcher to pick himself clean.

There is no doubt that the homeland will no longer be peaceful.

Swish-

In response.

All the demon hunters pulled out their long swords at the same time, and their figures flashed.

puff puff!

The twenty guards standing in front of Archbishop Cyrus were overwhelmed by the sword light, and before they had time to react, they fell to the ground spurting blood from their necks and rolled down the high steps.

Kaiyan grabbed the archbishop by the hair and pressed him to the cold ground, his rickety body knelt down on the ground unable to resist.

Kneel before a group of witchers.

"Repent, for the innocent who died today in your wrong decision."

"You have won! Masters!" The archbishop's face flushed with embarrassment, and he wailed and begged in a humiliating posture, "Let me go, you want to kill his priest in front of the eternal fire? This is true. The blasphemous act of buckling, if it is not worthwhile, God will punish you."

"god?"

Infinite anger rose in the hearts of the demon hunters.

God, is this how to torture a group of honest people?

So, disrespect worth mentioning!

"Shut up!" Another big bald man took a step forward, looking coldly at the archbishop who once stood tall and spread his words far and wide, the old man he once admired, "Cyrus, in the past, several sheriffs under you have successively Lost in money, beauty, and power, and turned away from the eternal fire."

"You always say that they can't stand the temptation, and their mentality is not pious enough." He hissed and accused, "But you never reflect on yourself!"

"You never realized that you, the Archbishop of the Eternal Flame, were swallowed up by desire many years ago!"

"You have been corrupted by power, false honor, and titles!"

"Being obsessed! Use any means to achieve your goals!"

"Converting black and white, slandering innocent people."

"Your so-called spreading the brilliance of the eternal flame is nothing but an excuse for self-satisfaction. What you have done has already stained the holy flame!"

The shapeshifter took a deep breath, and turned his gaze to the golden flame emblem behind the throne.

"Your fate today is your own fault. This is the real punishment from God!"

"The gods are punishing you!"

The archbishop's thin body trembled, and half of his face that was pressed against the ground turned white.

For decades, there was a momentary wavering of the unshakable will.

Like a collapse, with tears streaming down his face.

God's punishment?

how is this possible.

I, Cyrus, have spent my life spreading the glory of the Eternal Flame.

I gave up everything for it, no wife, no children, not even a single relative.

How can it punish me.

Impossible, impossible!

"Transformed bastard!"

Cyrus looked up, screaming harshly.

The demon hunters exchanged glances and nodded in unison.

Without giving him another chance to speak, a sword swung down to the back of his neck.

Bloody light emerged, and a head with white hair and distorted face rolled down the steps.

The Archbishop of the Eternal Flame, Cyrus Engelkaide Hemelfart, maintained an expression of unwillingness and resentment on his face, but he was no longer breathing!

Lei Suo reached out to touch it, and the head rolled down to his feet disappeared into his storage ring.

The headless corpse was quickly taken away.

The scene was perfect, and in the silent temple, apart from the demon hunter alliance and the witness of the immortal flame, no third party knew that this guy had died.

Gigi looked surprised, and couldn't understand his behavior.

"Your Excellency the Shapeshifter, what are you waiting for?" Lei Suo said to him.

"What do you mean?" Gigi was at a loss for a moment.

"Boom!"

The door slammed harder.

"If one Cyrus dies, more Cyrus will appear. But let this disgusting guy sit on the throne of archbishop again? Are you willing?" Vesemir asked, stroking his blood-stained beard.

"Why don't you guide the entire church, Novigrad, and even dozens of temples of eternal fire in the north? If you are the archbishop and under the monopoly, no guards or believers will dare to question you, doubt Your identity!"

Lambert suggested with a determined face.

"You can make the rules and regulations of the eternal fire yourself!"

"Lead the church on the bright road!"

Pretend to be a high-ranking archbishop?

The doppelganger shook his head, unable to believe his ears.