God-level Demon Hunter

But the witcher finally found the real body of the wizard.

His eyes turned.

The gem mark instantly hung on Weigo's body.

"Hey!" The figure standing at the top of the stairs shook his head, holding a crackling lightning ball in his left hand, "Roy, as I said before, I have already analyzed you."

"And you don't know anything about my strength... I have been in the whole north for more than 30 years, and I have never met an opponent."

"That's why I say, the world is boring."

"In fact, I have mastered 350 five kinds of spells, and there are tens of thousands of combinations that can kill you."

"There are so many means, you can't survive, you can't die!"

"Why can't you just cooperate obediently and suffer so much?!"

"Well……"

The witcher let out a muffled grunt, and rolled his body to the side abruptly, avoiding the electric ball.

The electric arc splashed against the wall and splashed on the leather armor on his back, and his figure trembled.

activation!

A warm feeling suddenly gushed out from all limbs.

The dry vitality instantly filled up.

Burnt, reddened skin visibly reverts to its original shape!

"Tsk tsk!"

Wei Ge admired.

The witcher outlines with five fingers.

The pitch-black Colump seal quickly condensed, and a phantom that looked exactly like him jumped out of the torrent of magic power and stood in front of him.

"boom!"

However, the avatar had no time to take over the hand crossbow.

Amidst the roar, the ground under his feet shook.

Viggo released colorful rays of light from his hands, fireballs, lightning, and strong winds intertwined into a neon circle of light that was continuously rotating end to end, surging towards him.

Drowning the phantom, shattering like glass!

A huge black shadow followed closely behind, carrying magic forcefully and tearing apart the circle of light.

The armored black dragon swayed its slender, bone-spurred and hideous tail, and the columns supporting the ceiling were torn apart.

The ground looked like soil plowed by a hoe, overturned, damaged, and full of pits.

Furniture, decorations, dust, crystal lamps on the ceiling, and the strong wind stirred by dragon wings are blown, overturned, and dropped.

The dragon head's angry forehead was in the mouth.

The demon hunter charged with a sword, his black hair was scorched by the flames, his face was covered with blisters and black blood vessels intertwined, the bone-like blade made a high-pitched sound like a war song, and the strange-colored pupils locked on the proud mage standing at the stairs.

Take a deep breath—

"Voss!"

Sonic Cleanse!

Beams cracked, walls trembled, windows shattered and poured.

The mage seemed to be hit by the dragon's roar.

The smile in the eyes converges.

His expression was in a trance for a moment.

This trance.

The black dragon has already rushed forward.

Stunned!

The pupils of the witcher reflect boundless blood,

A turbulent blood-colored ocean emerged in the void.

Tentacles connecting heaven and earth shredded the surface of the sea, and a terrifying octopus with sawtooth, suckers, and waving thousands of tentacles jumped out of the sea.

zizi.

The air in the hall was thick with blood.

The octopus entangled Vigfortz.

Shrink, squeeze!

"boom!"

A big hole was punched out in the corridor by a pitch-black dragon.

A sharp knife penetrates into the flesh.

Arondette pierced through the man and his tentacles, nailing him to the stone steps behind him.

And the witcher took out Guvithir with his left hand.

A bloody sword aura in the shape of a half-moon was slashed horizontally.

Blood light illuminates the entire hall.

The blood cocoon split into two.

The stone steps were split with a horrible gap.

But the messed up demon hunter had no joy in his heart, as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

No experience tips!

The mark suddenly disappeared!

He was short.

Getting ready to roll on the ground.

Immediately, a huge magical energy deterred his body.

Pale, festering arms that were so dense that the scalp was numb came out of the air around him, like undead crawling out of hell, wrapping around the demon hunter's thigh with a horrifying wail.

"boom!"

Immediately there was a wind in the back of the head.

Roy tried his best to deflect his body, but he still couldn't escape the extremely fast blow.

There was a sharp pain on the side of his face.

He fell face to face on the stone staircase,

The bridge of the nose is broken and the brain is buzzing.

The body slid down.

And the mage who appeared ghostly behind him swung the six-foot iron rod with astonishing agility.

"Bang bang bang!"

Sticks whirlwind, like a superficial touch of water.

The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed in the hall.

The mage broke off the witcher's limbs, turned his palms, and the invisible magic turned him around.

He was lying there, his face seemed to have opened a dye shop, red, blue... extremely miserable.

He was panting heavily, like a fish that was out of water for too long and was about to suffocate.

"Roy, my good friend."

Wigfortz put his arms around his chest, admiring the scene condescendingly, with a trace of regret in his eyes,

"This is all your hole cards? It's a pity, it's too far away. Your combat experience is still too lacking, and you can't even tell the truth from the fake, although my original spell is better at confusing the fake than the ordinary spell."

His tone was full of regret and concern, as if he couldn't bear the suffering of the younger generation.

"Have you suffered enough?"

"Have you fully realized through the pain of the body?"

"I admit that I admire you because of your great foresight in the demon hunter, your noble blood, and your fighting power at this age. They are not inferior to me. I see another self in you."

"But there is a limit to my patience with you. If you are still stubborn!"

"You will disappear from the list of equal cooperation and become an experimental subject without personal freedom."

"Guru..."

The witcher stared at him with strange eyes.

A forgotten acorn was sent into his mouth along the space.

Roy's throat squirmed, and he made an imperceptible swallowing movement.

Acorns of oblivion, slipping into the stomach.

The surging vitality instantly enveloped his severely injured and disabled body!

Green lights flicker wildly across the template.

You have consumed an acorn of oblivion.

When the constitution reaches 25 points, it is immune to poison and gets enhanced.

Constitution: 25→30

HP: 100/330→380/380

Mana: 200/310→310/310

All injuries were healed.

……

Fingers clenched into fists.

He looked at Vigfortz.

In the pervasive murderous intent, several huge shadows were summoned to descend from the sky!

Chapter 45 Disillusionment

"Boom!"

In front of the desolate Gobi Desert, the majestic castle on the cliff trembled violently.

A huge shadow suddenly appeared in the already riddled hall, and the mountain-like body of the ice giant Leviathan with a tired face stood in front of the demon hunter.

Where Vigfortez was originally, there was only a terrifying pit left.

"Hoohoo!"

There was another high-pitched, loud cry.

A yellow and black griffin the size of a buffalo waved its wings and hovered in the midair of the hall. The furniture above the demon hunter's head and on the ground were blown into a mess by the strong wind it fanned.

The fire flickered on and off.

Golfin's dark eyes searched around.

And Roy Tijian stood between the two mounts, and the five fingers of his left hand quickly outlined, golden light, black light, and colored light shrouded the whole body.

The imaginary demon hunter with an expressionless face and a strong figure, and the ice elemental wearing a solid ice armor drilled out of the void one after another and surrounded him on the other two sides.

The four summoning techniques he has mastered all appear at this moment.

"Grumbling..."

Thunder potion, Hekna decoction...