God-level Demon Hunter

Alzu took a deep breath, and lightly scratched his fingernails on the sheepskin handbook, Jagoda's name was cut in half.

Ten other split names can be seen alongside the page.

"Do you regret it, Alzu?"

Cosimo looked at the disciple kindly.

"There is no regret at all. To eradicate the monsters in the world and save all compatriots, sacrifices and prices must be paid! This is also their trial. Their previous lives were miserable and pitiful. They were ignored by everyone like ants, and they were insignificant But as long as they get through, they will transform and have superhuman powers to better survive in this dark world."

He put away the roster, and an old lily badge appeared in the palm of his hand. His five fingers slowly squirmed and rubbed, "I have a hunch that there must be successful people in this mutation transformation!"

After firm words.

The screams came one after another.

More than 20 operating tables were filled with "trialists", all of whom were children under ten years old, with their limbs bound by leather belts.Coughing, panting, sobbing in trembling.

People wearing surgical aprons and beak masks shuttled back and forth in front of the operating table, carrying bottles and jars of boiled medicine, and poured them into the mouths of the testers.

Fingers flicker with colorful magical auras, passing over the body of the experimental subject, recording data.

……

Roy stood at the entrance of the laboratory, his figure buried in the fog.

During this time he witnessed a series of cruel experiments by the mages in Lisberg.

Compared to the Grass Trial in Gawain House, the bloodshed and pain here are ten times higher.

A variety of appalling drugs with uncertain risks were poured into the body of the experimenter.

Sadly, he's powerless to interfere, and after multiple attempts, he's sure no matter what effort he made in the previous scene.

It is difficult to have the slightest influence on the next scene.

He became a total, hidden bystander in the dark.

His eyes were pitiful, and he glanced at the operating tables one by one with a little empathy.

A group of immature testers struggled and wailed, or yelled in terror, or convulsed like a goat, spit blood and foam at the mouth, or shed tears in silence.

Among the mages, besides Arzu and Cosimo, he also saw the familiar Ortolan.

"Grandfather Cosimo! Uncle Arzu, I am in pain, I am dying! Help me! Help me!"

Ivar wailed desperately, and suddenly roared fiercely,

"I haven't killed all the damn human traffickers in the world, I haven't ended all the wars, I don't want to die!"

"My Jagoda, give her back to me! You beasts, demons!"

The tears and snot on Elan's face flooded the tattoo on his side face, and he glanced at a group of experimenters with tears in his eyes, his eyes burning with rage!

"Woooo..." Ai Jia on the operating table swayed like a fish jumping ashore, and kept turning his head to look at his companion who was tortured to the point of death.

"Hold on, brothers!"

Even though he was in such pain, he still weakly cheered for everyone, "Live! No one is missing!"

Anahad stiffened his body, his eyelids twitched, his temples were prickly like needles, the pain made his eyes crooked and his mouth slanted, and his head was sweating profusely.It was as if a knife was cutting his flesh one by one!

But the scene of family parting appeared in front of my eyes.

"Father, Mom, Fraser, Kadur, wait for me, wait for me to come back!"

Roy sighed, and turned his gaze to the side, the shadow on the other side of the door.

He always felt that there was someone there.

But he can't see...

at the same time,

Lei Suo, Vesemir, Kern, and Vulture, who were hiding in the fog at the same gate, all looked at each other's position.

They were both at the entrance of the laboratory, but they couldn't see a single hair on the other side.

It seems that there is a mysterious barrier, and it seems that they are not in the same world.

……

The mist changes and squirms.

Time flies by.

In the brightly lit laboratory, the scene of the first grass trial in history moves forward rapidly

Every time the witchers blinked, days of trials passed.

Experimenters wearing beak masks kept administering drugs, inspecting, and moving corpses.

There are more and more tombs under the castle, and the number of children on the operating table is decreasing day by day.

No. 30 days, all the girls among the testers died, leaving only [-] boys.Sometimes they scratch their clothes manically and yell, and other times they are eerily quiet.

Five days later, five more boys left, and the remaining fifteen boys fell into a deep coma without exception.Rarely does he wake up, and when he wakes up, he vomits until only bile remains in the vomit.

No. 70 days, there are still ten children left, seizures, bleeding from seven orifices, and dull eyes.

Over the next two weeks, five more names were crossed off Arzou's roll call, but the remaining symptoms gradually stabilized.

His breathing was steady and his face was rosy.

Ninety days later.

The five remaining boys of the original 38 woke up sweating profusely from their nightmarish ordeal, opening their numb eyes.

The pupils are colorful, vertical and sharp, and shaped like beasts.

Five first-generation demon hunters were born under the witness of the descendants in the mist——

They are called Madoc, Elan, Aiga, Ivar, Anahad...

Chapter 18 Order

The representative of the Brotherhood of Warlocks in the North, dressed in a blue robe, with a thin and small body, but with a bushy beard, Gidov glanced at the five children on the training ground——

Under the sunlight, wearing a leather armor, he swung a bright steel sword vigorously, slashing and stabbing at a row of wooden dummies wrapped in linen bags.

"Strength, physique, and agility have been greatly improved, breaking through the limits of human beings," the representative changed the subject and shook his head regretfully, "I just don't have the qualifications for awakening magic, so I can't master magic."

"These mutants are defective products."

"I don't agree with Your Excellency's opinion, isn't Elan an exception?" Alzu looked at the young man with a tattoo on his side face, "He can master spells with just a little guidance... more Physical fitness, resistance to disease and virulence, unique ability to mutate."

"The natural source of law should have been enrolled in Ban Ade, and risked a death rate close to [-]% to possess skills that are dispensable to warlocks. Do you want mages to use their strengths and weaknesses to wield swords like warriors? ?” Jidov looked at the tallest young man with broad shoulders and a cold face in the field,

"What's more, there are terrible sequelae. This child named Anahad is abnormally lacking in emotion. He was so lively. Now he is as cold as a popsicle."

"We have found four mutation formulas, which is a qualitative leap compared to the past. Continue the experiment," Cosimo frowned. "The side effects will be alleviated immediately, and the awakening of the ability to cast spells is not hopeless!"

"The fraternity has spent a lot of money on human experiments in the past ten years. We pinned all our hopes on the two of you. Unfortunately, the results are disappointing. The higher-ups think that the rewards for continuing the experiments are too low!" The representative shook his head, his tone unquestionable, " A decision has been made to withdraw all funds and terminate the experiment!"

"From now on, Riesberg will no longer have any projects related to mutants. As for the five experimenters..." He calmly said cruel words, "Recycle immediately!"

"Ridiculous! They endured endless pain and torture to pass the trial, how could you easily deprive them of their lives!" Alzu widened his brown eyes and stared angrily at Gidov, "Teacher and I are created Those who will be responsible for their future life!"

"These five mutants are unstable bombs! Know what I mean?"

"Stop it, Gidov," Cosimo shook his head, looking at the group of sweaty teenagers in the training ground with deep eyes, "Alzu and I will take them away!"

……

"Where is this, teacher..."

Edgar stood outside a cloud-shrouded castle on a mountainside with a blue cloth bundle on his back.

The towering city walls covered with green vines and several dark and simple towers form a magnificent fortress.

The four demon hunter teenagers around him had complicated eyes.

Even though they have only followed Alzu for more than a year, they seem to have gone through a long life.

After countless times of physical pain, the face lost its innocence and liveliness, and became alert and sensitive.

"The Kestrel Mountains on the border of Kaedwin and Kervir, Mograg Castle." Cosimo smoothed his robe, and memories flashed in his eyes. "My former home. Now, is it your home?"

"We will start a brand new business here." Arzu stared at the magnificent castle, and his tone was not at all disappointed by being driven out of Riesberg, but full of fighting spirit.

Without the interference of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, he can let go of his hands and feet, "We are fighting for the same ideal-to eradicate all monsters lurking in the shadows and create a safe world."

"Just relying on you few soldiers and crab generals?" Elan looked at Arzu, without concealing the disdain and hatred on his face, "I almost died to survive the trial, and I trained day and night for a year, I am already worthy of you That money to my mother! I'm leaving!"

"I won't stop you, you can leave whenever you want. But let me remind you," Alzu said casually, "your strength, speed, character, and appearance are all very different from ordinary people. If you rush down the mountain without any preparation, you will only be regarded as a Freaks, make them scared, dreaded, alienated."

"Besides, if you are inexperienced, if you go out in a hurry, you may be preyed on by cyclops and basilisks in the mountain halfway!"

The five looked at each other.

For a long time they never left the castle.

Live a life of laboratory, training ground, dormitory, three points and one line.

Now it's just an 11-year-old boy.

It is indeed a bit overwhelming to return to society suddenly.

"I have a suggestion." Alzu continued, "I will provide you with systematic training, and you will learn how to use your abilities efficiently, do acts of justice, gain people's approval, and then integrate into society!"

"You were born on countless corpses, and transformed from poor orphans to powerful warriors. Only by holding the sword in your hand, killing monsters, and saving the common people, can you live up to the victims in the trial." Cosimo added ,

"Currently you are like embryos of good quality, but lack a few years of polishing... It is best to train in the castle for a few years. Then go out, hunt monsters, and end the suffering they bring to the world! It is time to go or stay, it is up to you.”

"From now on, you will be called demon hunters!" Arzu said in a deep voice.

"Fucking demon hunters!" Elan said defiantly, "It's obvious that you two hypocrites used vicious experiments to kill those children and my Jagoda, but Put it on our name, shameless!"

"That's a trial... You have gained the power to control your destiny through it. I'll say it again, if you want to leave, I won't force you to stay."

Alzu looked slowly across the faces of the five people and said seriously.

The five teenagers clenched their fists.

Frightening power flows from his thin body.

"But I don't want the so-called power at all, I only want Jagoda!"

"There are still countless Jagodas in the world who are plagued by evil disasters, waiting for you to save them!"

Elan was so choked that he couldn't speak, but temporarily extinguished the idea of ​​leaving, so let's wait and see.

"It doesn't matter what it is to save the common people. As long as I have enough food and clothing, I have no objection." Anahad played with the steel sword in his hand, and said calmly and mechanically, his round cheeks became sharp-edged, and his lines were as cold and hard as a statue.

"Of course no problem." Cosimo nodded at him, and the hidden guilt in his eyes flashed away. He was the one with the most severe side effects among the five first-generation demon hunters. "You can go back and visit your parents, younger siblings at any time."

"It's not necessary." Anahad shook his head flatly, his eyes no longer had the passion for family affection that he once had.

The family members who regarded him as his life suddenly lost their weight in his heart.

"What monster to kill? I'm not interested." Ivar's emerald green pupils changed like a kaleidoscope, which was truly frightening. Ever since he passed the trial, a series of weird phantoms always flashed before his eyes, a ghost riding a skeleton war horse A knight, flying in the sky, causing war all over the world, countless poor orphans came into being, just like him, "I want to kill all the warmongers in the world!"

"Then you have to be fast enough and strong enough first, and it's far from enough now." Alzu looked at his body sharply.

"Then I'll stay and continue training!"

Ai Jia glanced at the four compatriots, then turned to the two teachers, and sighed, "There are only 38 of us left in the previous 5. We should unite and help each other, and don't separate."

"There will be more and more people, and soon there will be teachers from various fields to guide you." Cosimo promised.

Madoc at the end of the crowd was silent, his face was hidden in the hood, and his expression could not be seen clearly, only a pair of green eyes shone like a beast in the night.

Fog rose on Mograg's battlements, once again blocking the sight of the five invisible bystanders.

……

Time was pressed again to accelerate the key.

The picture in front of Roy's eyes began to fly away again.

After the arrival of five first-generation demon hunters and two legendary mages, the deserted Morag Castle quickly became lively.

As promised, the mages spent a lot of money to hire experts in various fields-doctors, hunters, blacksmiths, knight-errants... to guide the five demon hunters. The five mutant teenagers are like dry sponges, eagerly absorbing all knowledge, Rapid expansion.

Ivar, Anahad, and Aiga showed extraordinary talent in swordsmanship.

During this period, Master Cosimo racked his brains and created a technique that was much simpler than spells—signs, tailor-made for demon hunters.