God-level Demon Hunter

It was so comfortable that he couldn't help but whisper.

At some point, Rita Nieder sat down on the grass, let the back of his head rest comfortably on her lap, gently rubbed his temple with one warm hand, and stroked his slender fingertips with the other hand. Between his brows, as if to smooth out the wrinkles and worries in his heart.

Seeing him looking back, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the mouth sorceress.

It's just that a trace of red tears can be vaguely seen beside those azure eyes, and the corners of the coral-colored lips are still stained with blood from magic backlash.

Just for a moment, countless holes were opened in the sky, and the flames of cleansing sins poured out like rain.

Rita Nieder thought everything was over, and even prepared herself to go to hell with the witcher.

But things turned around.

Roy survived. Although his body was bruised and weak, this was the best result!

Fingers like rose petals brushed his face.

We all live one by one.

He did what he promised!

Triss, who rushed over from afar, folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, pursed her lips, and her red hair brushed against her hesitant face with the wind.

She guarded the sewer entrance from beginning to end, completely missing this series of wonderful adventures.

"Roy, is the warm and fragrant nephrite lying down and enjoying enough? Since you still have a few breaths, let's hurry up and talk about it. The... um... big octopus just now is the so-called Supreme One? The monster that Idalan is crazy about?"

As Lambert asked, he rolled up his sleeves and slapped his mouth twice, waking up the cat vulture sleeping in a clump of long leaves.

With the slap marks on his face flushed, he seemed to have just woken up from a long dream, and his gray-green pupils showed confusion.

And Escal and Serrit, who were all bald and shiny, followed the same pattern to wake up Letho, Kern, and Vesemir respectively.

Oakes, Geralt, Aiden, and Kayan swiftly put anti-magic shackles on the hands and feet of the five sleeping Arzu.

"To be precise, it is the devourer of civilization, the opener of the cycle... the shuttler of parallel time and space."

Roy said.

"Tsk tsk... The title is quite bluffing, but didn't he run away in despair?" Kalkstein seemed to have forgotten his own misery before, squatting down, staring at Roy with sesame seed-sized eyes, full of Frankenstein's desire to explore and madman, "Be honest, the little monster who won the battle is you - are you related to the Supreme One?!"

"Secret!" Roy's pupils shrank, and he spoke briefly and forcefully.

For a moment, the big men looked at each other, and thoughtfully swept across the nearby ground for a mile—submerged in red magma, cracked and dented by the beating of terrifying tentacles.

From Maribau to this wilderness for miles and miles a deep ravine appeared, like the bed of a dry river.

What a mighty force that is, surpassing the forbidden curse of the legendary mage, the battlefield where thousands of people are fighting is not so messy.

The demon hunters asked themselves that they couldn't hold on for ten seconds in front of such a huge monster.

This revealed a cruel reality - this kid left them farther and farther away!

"You are obviously at an absolute disadvantage, and you were almost smashed into a pulp by the tentacles. How can you repel that nightmarish monster?"

Serritt asked in surprise.

Roy was silent for a moment.

Tell everyone the truth—I have been recognized by the Supreme, and I am no longer his shadow, but a newborn Supreme. One day, I will be transformed into a big octopus looking for food in parallel time and space?

He shook his head.

He is him, Roy, the demon hunter of the Viper School.

I have no interest in being the Supreme Being for at least a few hundred years.

Roy's silver-gray pupils slowly swept across the cheeks of all his companions, "I have reached a permanent peace agreement with the Supreme One. From now on, our world will not be threatened by it again! There will be no more Purging flames!"

The Most High has renounced this spacetime.

"So the trouble is completely resolved, and we can go back to Errand to see those children right away?" Geralt asked uncertainly, his dark cat eyes filled with anticipation.

"It's all over."

Everyone's hanging hearts were relieved, and there was a relaxed smile on their tense cheeks.

"Fortunately, he is the diplomatic ambassador and chief prophet of the Brotherhood, and he quietly became the savior of the world!" Oakes folded his hands on his chest, with a proud expression on his face. He knew that this kid must have concealed a lot of facts, but I won't ask too many questions.

No matter how powerful he is, he will always be his younger brother.

"Should everyone be grateful to you?!" Lambert cleared his throat, and bowed exaggeratedly to him like a bard about to perform on stage, his white bald head reflected light like a mirror, shaking Dazed, "You can't repay your life-saving grace. If you meet another 'fearless person' in the future, and something happens to you, I will take good care of your family for you!"

There was a cold snort from the crowd.

"Idiot, shut your crow's mouth, do you want to die?!" Aiden grinned like a wolf, and hit the guy on the back of the head hard.

The latter immediately fought back!

Coral covered her red lips and giggled, winked playfully at the weak Roy, and showed a charming smile, "Big hero, then I can only promise you with my body?"

"Ahem, pay attention to the occasion, Ms. Rita, there are so many bachelors watching!" Serrit picked up a scarlet onyx from the grass beside Roy, a total of five, "Seriously, boy, this is another WTF?"

Roy glanced, his expression became unbelievable,

Essence of the Most High

Purpose: After swallowing, you will fly to the perfect world, and the best result among all parallel time and space will come to you.

As a birth gift——Roy vaguely recalled the telepathic voice transmission before the Supreme One left—I give you this time and space, them, and their wishes.

"Infinite Wishing Machine."

"Making a wish?" Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, and their expressions became more exciting.

Serrit was shocked when he saw this, and realized the importance of this thing, and immediately stuffed all the crystals into Roy's arms.

"It's better than dijing?" Kalkstein's eyes lit up immediately, wishing he could slice it up and study it.

"No, it's very unique in the way it grants wishes."

Roy always believes that there is no comparison between parallel time and space and the original world. After all, the relatives and friends living there are not the same as before.

"We don't need it, we have better options!"

People who live in the present have no need to pursue parallel time and space!

"Little ghost, is that appropriate?" Lei Suo rubbed his bald head that seemed to be oiled, and turned his gaze to Arzu, who was handcuffed by anti-magic metal, sleeping beside a tree with a crooked neck, and the four great masters, five agates It just corresponds to five people, "We don't need it, so why not prepare it for them?"

"Good question, Lei Suo! Everyone, there is a thorny problem in front of us now." Serrit raised his voice, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "How to deal with them?"

The founder of the Demon Hunter, the four great masters, was easily tied up by a group of juniors.

It was unimaginable before.

"According to me, kill one and kill one hundred!" Aiden growled, anyway, he didn't know anyone.

And no cat pie.

"The grand master is not a monster, it's too wasteful to do so... It's no less than smashing a peerless treasure with your own hands." The alchemist looked eager to try, "How about we solve them—"

"Bring me over?!" Lei Suo quickly interrupted this ghost idea, staring at Ivar's familiar slender horse face, and blurted out, "The purpose of the Witcher Brotherhood is to unite all compatriots who are worthy of unity."

"In the past 100 years, the grand masters have never committed any crimes of anger and hatred except for collecting souls through the battlefield! I think they are qualified to join!"

Vesemir nodded, and stroked the beard on his chin habitually, but only touched the air, "Everyone knows that Ivar, Egar, and Grandmaster Elan have no ill intentions towards us."

Cohen looked at Elan with piercing eyes, and glanced at the goshawk tattoo and dry mohawk black hair on his side face, "Every great master is a moving humanoid treasure house, the knowledge in their minds , rich experience, skilled alchemy, swordsmanship, and forging techniques will definitely benefit the Brotherhood a lot!"

"Book of Shadows" is Elan's handwriting.

"The little brats of the Temple of Meritelli will go crazy with joy knowing that they will have so many more legendary witcher teachers!"

Lei Suo added, "There is a reason why the grandmasters have come to where they are today. We have witnessed their tragic experiences in the past, but any normal person will collapse!"

Everyone was silent, and that vivid history emerged before their eyes.

The four great masters never destroyed the world, but the world and the human beings they protected betrayed and severely injured them.

A group of idealists who took saving the common people as their own responsibility were finally defeated by the cold reality.

"Just deal with Anahad as I said, and avenge Roy." Serrit made a gesture to cut his throat, and suggested with a serious expression, so serious that people didn't want to bump into him in the dark alley.

But the cat eagle glared at him dissatisfied, and the young boy who sold himself to the mage in order to save his family passed through his mind inexplicably.

And the scene of him standing alone with his sword in the ruins of the fortress.

Bear Pie's butcher, somewhat similar to him.

He always felt wrong to just kill him like this.

Roy glanced at the indifferent face with his eyes closed tightly, and a fire ignited in his eyes.

The pain of being dismembered in Sintra Castle once came to my heart!

Rita Nieder noticed the change in his expression, and immediately rubbed his temple intimately.

"As for Arzu..."

"Cough cough..."

The mage in the blue robe under the dead tree coughed twice, and suddenly opened his brown eyes.

Look around.

Passing the incredible light.

"Hell? Heaven?" Arzu struggled to support his body, as if he had done hard work for three days and three nights, his waist was sore and his back was aching, his hands and feet were cramped. "Is it the chaotic illusion in the body of the Supreme One? How can I still be alive?"

"Your Excellency Alzu!" The alchemist squatted in front of him, grinning and showing his yellow teeth, "Do you think this pair of anti-magic metal shackles in your hand is a counterfeit? Try casting a spell!"

"Accept the reality, the Supreme One you dreamed of has escaped!"

"No! No one in this time and space can stop it!"

Alzu roared in a low voice, his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip,

"The facts are in front of you!"

Triss snorted.

The other four people who were lying on the grass groaned and woke up one after another, with confusion in their eyes, but their strong psychological qualities made them calm down quickly and understood their situation.

Lambert is condescending, swaggering, and bossy,

"From now on, all five are prisoners of the Witcher Brotherhood!"

……

"The Most High has already gone to the next cycle? So everything is over." Alzu said weakly after understanding the situation, and there was deep despair in his voice.

"Who will fulfill our wishes for us?"

The faces of the four great masters then became miserable, deeply frustrated in their hearts,

"How on earth did you do it, Roy, the Supreme Shadow? How can the shadow defeat the main body?!"

Alzu's eyes widened nervously, his eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, and he asked without thinking,

"But a shadow doesn't have to be a shadow forever..." Roy said subtly.

"Don't mutter like a girl, brat, speak up!" Anahad sat up excitedly.

Snapped!

A flash of white light flashed across the air.

The bald man unceremoniously waved the back of his sword and slapped the great master of the Xiong faction to lie down again.

"Dude, be polite!"

"Roy, it's not a brat. Without him, the five of you would have been excrement in the stomach of the Supreme!"

"What's the point of living like this?" Elan said in a daze, and Moxi hung down sickly.

The Most High disappears, and the avalanche cannot be reversed.

"Your Excellency Elan."

Cohen took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and his three-color pupils were full of respect, "Although Teacher Keerda has passed away, there is still me in the Griffin Sect, and there are still a group of talents in the Brotherhood! As long as you join Come in, we can work together to create a better future and restore the glory of the Demon Hunter Order!"

He was so excited that he spit all over the place, "No, it's even more brilliant than that time! There will never be any mages or mobs who dare to attack us!"

"Otherwise they will die without a place to bury them!"

"I don't remember Penknife accepting such a disciple as you."

Elan was stunned for two seconds, then looked up carefully at this honest and honest junior,