God-level Demon Hunter

The voice paused, with a hint of admiration.

"Roy, you are worthy of being the master of the fragments, and you were able to return safely across the barriers of the world."

"I don't know how you did it, but you made a huge mistake. Since you escaped by chance, you should hide it honestly, but you insist on sending it to my door and entering my territory on your own initiative!"

"Do you know?" He said in a preaching tone overlooking, "There are countless choices in life, at least half of them will bring you luck, but you all made the most ridiculous choices at the wrong time and in the wrong place. The choice. I buried all the good possibilities with my own hands, and led my destiny to destruction and eternal darkness."

"How stupid!"

"Let me guide you idiots!"

When everyone in the Snake Sect heard the name of the great master, they directly ignored his insult, with an uncontrollable excitement on their faces.

"Where is Ivar Xieyan? The great master of the Snake Sect, why hide his head and show his tail?!" Oakes yelled tentatively at the dark opposite side, "Call him over! Let's have a good talk?"

"You guys are playing wild on my well-arranged site, and ruined dozens of my experimental products. Although they are all semi-finished products, I feel so distressed. You still want to negotiate peacefully? No way!"

That voice stopped,

"They can't come either!"

"What do you mean?" The bald man asked with a changed face.

But the voice ignored them.

And Roy's thoughts turned,

Thinking of the clues Triss had found, the four great masters were about to achieve their goals, and they came to the Blue Whale Tavern to celebrate.

And now only Italan greeted them.

Could it be that those four guys, and Arzu are in some kind of critical juncture, and have no time to spare?

And, they're carrying another piece?

So Italan didn't use the red light.

"Have you killed enough monsters, everyone, now, I will give you a new trick to try!"

The voice full of jokes fell to the ground.

Italan snapped his fingers.

Roy pulled the trigger.

The crossbow pierced forward into the depths of this fluorescent botanical garden, like mud and rocks entering the sea.

There was a slight wave, and it was completely melted.

At the same time, a gust of cold wind blew up.

A great sense of crisis surged in Roy's heart, he suddenly bent his knees and half-squatted, holding up the black Helio Seal with his left hand, covering his companions around him.

Coral and Kalkstein cast spells with their hands crossed, and a storm of magic power surged outside the mage's robe.

The demon hunter raised his sword and stood as if he was facing an enemy!

However, there was no trace of the expected transformation monster.

It was very quiet.

There are only fluorescent plants swaying enchantingly, as if shaking their heads and sighing at everyone.

what's the situation?

whirring—

No sign.

In the middle of the team, the oldest wolf witcher suddenly let out a muffled grunt, and sat back on the ground clutching his neck.

The steel sword in his hand hangs down feebly.

Curled up like a boiled shrimp.

His face was flushed, he was dripping with sweat, his wrinkles were twisted and bulged like earthworms, and there was a humming sound in his throat.

"Vesemir?!" Geralt hastily supported his body, checking anxiously, "What's wrong?!"

Drops of bloody sweat dripped out of his cheeks, his face was full of ferociousness, and his eyes were so wide that they were about to pop out.

"Old guy, you can't have an accident, otherwise how can we explain to Mrs. Marina?!" Eskar continued to draw the sign of Axis at Vesemir to soothe his pain, but it didn't work.

"Speak up, guys, what's the matter with him?!"

The speed at which Vesemir's symptoms worsened was alarming.

Within ten seconds, his hands and feet began to twitch.

Clutching Geralt's arm tightly, nails dug into the flesh.

Coral touched Vesemir's forehead, it was terribly hot, and then lifted his swollen eyelids, "It's not just a fever, convulsions... It's also accompanied by internal bleeding."

Lambert took out a bottle of life restoration potion from his potion belt.

Poured it into Vesemir's mouth.

It's a pity that the latter bit his mouth tightly, and most of the medicine flowed out of his lips and fell to the ground.

The effect is minimal.

His condition is rapidly deteriorating.

Scary drops of blood ooze from the surface of the skin.

The kindness, humor, and open-mindedness on the face are all gone, leaving only pain and ferocity.

Geralt simply took off the bottle of high-level vampire decoction used to save his life in his chest medicine belt.

Lesso squeezed an acorn in his sandbag-sized fist.

"It's useless, buddy..." Kalkstein shook his head, "This will only make him last for 5 minutes! We must find the root cause."

"Bastard! Idalan, you despicable villain, a mouse who hides his head and shows his tail, and a pervert who plays with corpses, do you dare to come out and make gestures with us?!" The fiery Lambert couldn't help cursing at the dark space.

"Haha, it's so easy to lose your temper? Where is your patience in hunting monsters and solving various commissions for farmers in the countryside?" The voice was light and joyful,

Roy stared at the old man who sent the wolf to activate the observation.

Vesemir

Age: 307

HP: 180/250 (evil possession, bleeding, suffocation, fever...)

……

Um?Evil spirit possessed!

"I got it, guys!"

"Let go, I'm coming!"

Roy crouched down and grabbed Vesemir's shoulders.

Mind a move.

Stunned!

Pupils reflect blood.

The extremely familiar scene reappeared before everyone's eyes.

Thousands of blood-colored tentacles drilled out of the void, waved, swung, and whipped the old man's back!

crackle!

Vesemir's body froze, even the pain on his face and his soul froze.

At the same time, a vague, smoky, ghostly hazy human figure was whipped out-skinny, with prominent cheekbones, wrapped in tattered cloth strips, like a humanoid ghost.

As soon as he appeared, the tentacles wound up like a tide, pulled it away, wrapped it in a blood cocoon, and held it in the air, away from Vesemir.

Only short pale golden hair was exposed, a haggard and distorted face, cold and deep eyes that concealed a trace of pain.

Roy was shocked.

A strange sense of familiarity welled up in my heart.

He has seen this evil spirit before!

Chapter 12 Transcendence

A strange botanical garden with colorful lights.

A howling, translucent evil spirit was bound in the air by scarlet tentacles, which radiated bloody light, like sulfuric acid, corroding it until black smoke billowed out.

Roy's familiar face twitched in pain, flickered on and off, and kept changing into another weirder face - no mouth and nose, and a pair of eyes full of cruelty, cunning, and jokes, like a devil.

The sword lights, flames, and magic impacts of the demon hunters submerged it, but passed through its body and fell into the void.

As if it were just an untouchable, shadowy reflection of nothingness.

The tentacles crackled and tore, but for a while, they couldn't tear it apart.

penitent spirit

age:?

Identity: Modified body (a combination of the soul of Archmage Ortoran and the evil spirit Dart).

……

Roy was taken aback.

Ortoran.

In order to save his wife and children on Indalsfair Island, a mage who used flesh and blood as a cage to imprison the evil spirit Dart.

The projection crystal that Roy had seen last recorded that he left the islands and went to Idalan to seek relief from the annihilation of body and spirit.

How did it become like this?

"boom!"

The three seconds of awe are over.

The scarlet arms and feet faded away like a tide.

The evil spirit screamed piercingly, disappeared into the air, and escaped somewhere.

……

"How do you feel, Vesemir?"

"Ahem..." The tortured old man of the Wolf School took a deep breath, his chest swelled up like a balloon, and then shrank again.

"Damn, I only know now that I have made so many unforgivable mistakes in the past!"

He looked at everyone and laughed at himself, the wrinkles on his old cheeks stretched out, but every muscle was covered with sweat, with lingering fear,

"Wrong to the internal organs, I feel so guilty that I start to destroy myself."

His trembling hands suddenly wiped away the blood stains on his face, and he grabbed a hand stretched out to his chest to transfer the crystal like iron tongs,

"Geralt, we haven't reached that point yet! A little injury is fine, I can hold on!"

White Wolf sighed, Lambert shook his head again,

"Don't be brave, old man! Your legs are shaking like you've been fooling around with women for three days and three nights!"

"That's not too early! I can last at least five days." Vesemir opened a bottle of swallows by himself,

"Grumbling..."

Swallowed a few mouthfuls.

A tinge of blood returned to her pale cheeks.

Then he pushed away the supporting hands of the crowd, and stood up unsteadily.

Twist the rusty joints of the limbs.

There was a continuous crackling sound of bones.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.