God-level Demon Hunter

What is puzzling is that the old house next to the wooden shack on the left is sealed airtight with wooden boards.

At this time, the day is coming to an end, and the setting sun through the gaps in the forest illuminates a marble statue in the courtyard—an old man with a bushy beard and wise eyes, wearing a short-sleeved tunic that is made of a whole piece of fabric and falls to the knees, with his left hand resting on his shoulders. Covering the excess part of the clothes, the right hand is stretched forward, as if imparting knowledge to the believers below.

The witchers are quite lucky, this is a tolerant and friendly faith-Lebioda, maybe willing to accept them for a night.

In front of the sacred alcove and altar in front of the statue, a group of boys and girls surrounded, the younger ones were seven or eight years old, and the older ones were fifteen or sixteen years old.

They were wearing linen underwear that was patched with patches, and their eyes were staring blankly. There were crystal snowflakes hanging on the dusty cotton coats. Long strips of white air gushed out from their mouths and noses with their breath, and their cheeks were flushed from the cold. His expression was in a trance, and he seemed to have some kind of adolescent troubles in his heart.

Seeing this, the two young demon hunters thought of Gawain's House at the same time, but the atmosphere in the temple was much more depressing and dull, like a pool of stagnant water.

At this moment, a young woman wearing a simple and plain white sacrificial robe and a fur cap walked out of the yard quickly accompanied by two strong men, her sharp eyes swept over her.

"Hello, you two are not residents of the Pine Forest District, so what's the point of coming from afar?"

She is about 23 or [-] years old, her long reddish-brown hair is swaying on her shoulders, her skin is white and transparent, and a layer of thin and light fluff can be seen faintly on her neck, but her cheeks are tight, and her narrow black eyes There were bloodshot eyes like sandworms, and it was obvious that he had not slept well recently.

The witcher keenly noticed a trace of unnaturalness flashing across this pretty face.

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, my name is Karl, and this guy is Arkham Tom, who happened to pass by the temple. As you can see, it is getting late, and the temperature in the field at night is so low that it can freeze to death. We would like to stay with you for a while and entreat the protection of Lebioda."

"I am Daisy, the priest and administrator of this temple, and they are the guards of the temple, Rumaz and Dino."

The giant man with a wide and protruding chin and the shaggy-haired, bearded man of prey smiled slightly, but the smiles were full of uneasiness and vigilance.

They stared closely at the hilt of the sword on the boy's back and the silver pot in the hidden pocket at his waist.

"Rebioda is kind and willing to provide a warm resting place for the weary traveler, but you are armed and carry swords...swords can wound and kill, and there are many vulnerable children in the temple."

"Hoes, pitchforks, and sickles can also kill, the key lies in the people who use them. The sword is the guy we eat, and our profession requires the sword to stay with us. But please rest assured, our sword is only for 'monsters'."

Arkham smiled brightly and showed off the badge on his chest.

"We are the Griffin Demon Hunters... We came from Kerak in the south, and we are going to join our acquaintances in Long Exeter. After all, there are more opportunities to work in big cities."

Anyone with a little bit of knowledge knows that a demon hunter has to constantly travel around in search of commissions.

After they made their name in Nuocheng, this tradition that has lasted for hundreds of years is still unbreakable.

The difference is that now entrustment is just a life-changing item for the Brotherhood witchers rather than a means of making a living.

The legacy of Wigfortz and Arzu was enough for the Brotherhood to grow for ten years.

"Such a young witcher is quite rare. Do you have any other evidence?" Although the catalysis of the green grass decoction made the boy look a few years older than his actual age, more like a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, but still Still childish, far from the legendary mutant with a big mouth and blue face and fangs.

The priestess looked thoughtful.

"Look at this sword, how about it? It's not an ordinary murder weapon." Carl grinned excitedly, holding the hilt wrapped in buffalo leather with his left hand over his shoulder.

Swah——

The silver light suddenly appeared.

A bright flash of lightning suddenly burst out in front of the priestess and the two bodyguards.

The trembling sword tip bloomed like a white petal, and one inch below the cross-shaped gauntlet, a bright rune was revealed, surrounded by six faint blue rays of light, alternating with waves, and a beautiful stylized paragraph was engraved under the rune. Ancient inscriptions.

The whole sword is breathtakingly exquisite, like a work of art.

Karl's index finger brushed over the blade as thin as a cicada's wing, buzzing softly, the cold blade reflected light, dreamy and deadly.

For some reason, the two big men took a step back in horror.

"Meteorite sword heart, silver sword blade... with many kinds of magic... only demon hunters can wield it. You two don't need to be afraid, it only has special effects on monsters and will not threaten humans."

Karl returned the sword to its sheath and grinned. The jaw-dropping expressions of the three of them fully satisfied his vanity!

And Arkham snorted unwillingly, a god-given opportunity to let this cheeky brat pretend again!

"Your Excellency Karl, is there a word engraved on the sword?"

The bodyguard with disheveled hair flinched and asked stammeringly.

"The eyes are good. It was a gift from one of my teachers, the legendary demon hunter Roy, and another great master personally inscribed it under the golden sun at noon on the summer solstice! I will tell you more about it when I have time!"

"The vertical pupil, the griffin badge, and the legendary silver sword, the identities of the two are unquestionable, please come in quickly!"

Daisy's eyes lit up strangely, and her attitude suddenly changed. She reached out to the two of them without hesitation, and pulled them inside.

The dazed children in the yard looked over at the same time, with a hint of vitality in their eyes.

Arkham waved to them with a big smile, but they fled into the house like frightened fawns, leaving messy footprints all over the yard.

Arkham frowned, feeling a strange feeling in his heart, and exchanged glances with Karl.

"It must be the pity of Lebioda that sent two saviors to put an end to the disaster of the temple!"

The priestess said happily,

"What disaster?" The two teenagers lifted their spirits,

"Seeing those little guys...um...sorry, country kids are shy and shy easily. In short, the reason why their faces are clouded is because there is evil in the temple, which disturbs everyone's life. We just need A highly skilled demon slayer!"

Chapter 2 Strange Sounds

In the simple temple restaurant, a corner of a rectangular table made of wooden boards, between two cloaks covered in snowflakes, a hungry witcher was eating quietly and efficiently.

Carl swallowed half of the pie into his mouth, letting the soft wheat bran soaked in potato soup ferment in his mouth, and the aroma lingered for a long time.

The priestess sitting across from her sighed slightly painfully.

"The two masters are professionals. They are the nemesis of monsters and supernatural creatures. They should know that there are countless monsters and ghosts in such a rural place, such as Qiqimo, ghouls, leprechauns, and some others that I can't name. Terrible existence..."

"On the contrary," Carl said old-fashionedly, putting down the plate that had been licked clean as new, "the number of monsters has been greatly reduced in recent years. Compared with them, robbers, mercenaries, looters, and wandering soldiers The greatest threat to humanity! By the way, you mean the temple has something unusual?"

Daisy folded her hands on the square table, supporting her pointed chin with the back of her hands, and glanced at the bald man beside her. The firelight illuminated her smooth and delicate face and the anxiety between her brows,

"Since half a year ago, I can hear the sound of seeping people every night, which makes me feel uncomfortable. Do you understand the feeling? It seems that a pine caterpillar is drilling into my ear, and it seems that a tongue is licking me the back of the neck."

The bald-headed Bruzzi clenched his sandbag-sized fists to describe vividly, and writhed uneasily with his butt against the bench.

"It sounds like a baby's babbling sometimes, and after a while it becomes the chirping of a mouse, or even a lute!"

"We searched the entire temple, and the strange noise came from the cellar where sundries were piled up under the floor and pickled vegetables and meat were stored. Dino and I went down to investigate—"

Arkham pricked up his ears, took a sip of slightly sweet goat's milk, and quickly glanced out the window. A girl with blond hair as dry as straw was looking eagerly into the dining room from the window sill, swallowing at the sumptuous dinner. , the night wind made her keep rubbing her hands, her slender body trembling.

The dusk outside the window was deep, and the demon hunter's mutated eyesight still clearly caught a glimpse of the familiar face of the other party - almost exactly the same as the naughty, beautiful, noble girl in memory, who was loved by Geralt and Yennefer.

How is this possible, isn't she in Skelly?Well, it should be a coincidence.

"There is a dirty thing hiding behind that row of pickled fat pork!"

The bodyguard's rough and red face was undulating, and his voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't be nervous, tell me slowly, what does it look like? Don't miss a hair!"

Arkham's sonorous and powerful words seemed to contain magic power, calming the tension of the big man.

"Like a thin old woman in a gauze dress with rotten flesh hanging all over her face! Of course it runs ten times faster than the old woman."

Arkham stroked the stubble on his chin and frowned, "Are you sure you read it right?"

"I don't dare to stay underground for too long, I just vaguely see its outline." The big man blushed and stammered.

"One end?"

"To be honest, if there are two ends, I'm afraid we won't be able to get out!" the bearded man continued,

"That thing was screaming and chasing after its ass, and Dino's torch blocked it, or I would almost be thrown! Rebioda, I was so scared for the first time in my life, I felt goosebumps all over my body, almost We were so scared that we peed out, but luckily we were able to climb up, cover the board, and sit on it to block it!"

"Your Excellency..." Arkham looked up and down at the giant bald man, "He doesn't look so heroic."

"Brave doesn't mean stupid! I won't gnaw rocks with my teeth! Even soldiers who have experienced many battles can only run away when they encounter that thing!"

This is the normal reaction of [-]% of ordinary people facing unknown and terrifying things.

"And the thing didn't break out?" asked Arkham.

"Bless you, Lebioda, it's only roaring in the cellar!" Dino, with a beard on his face, said in surprise but with some relief,

"Isn't this a ready-made living target? Then what methods did you use to deal with it?"

Carl glanced slowly over the three of them and asked,

"Smoking at the entrance of the cellar, reciting the prayers of Lebioda, following the traditional remedies for exorcising evil spirits, throwing pig bladders full of boy's urine, virgin menstruation, and black dog blood into the cellar... but nothing works! It's also strange, even though we go down to the cellar during the day, we can't even see ghosts, but at night, the crowing will definitely resound, more punctually than a rooster's crowing!"

"Ever tried lighting a fire?" Carl asked.

"It is disrespectful to Lebioda to burn the temple!" said the priestess.

"Since there is no way to get it, why don't you just move it away?"

"Where can there be a place to house so many children? What's more, the disciples of Lebioda must not be scared away by a mere ghost!"

The priest said righteously.

"Then remember when it appeared at night?"

"Well... after the moon rises, you can hear the cry on a moonlit night anyway!"

Carl's vertical pupils revealed the color of thinking. That thing is not afraid of smoke, trapped in the narrow basement, disappearing during the day, and showing up after the moon comes out?

"Aside from howling, does it have any worse behavior?"

The three shook their heads at the same time, and the priestess said happily,

"This filthy thing only dares to do its best in the shadows in the cellar, and it can't get out of its cage to harm the children, so we continue to stay in the temple and endure its annoying screams! But I'm worried, sooner or later One day it will come out and attack everyone!"

Carl rubbed his temples.

Hearing their description, the monster had a humanoid appearance, and he immediately thought of tomb witches, leprechauns, wicked ghosts, and ghouls.

But first of all, the habitat is not suitable, and secondly, these monsters cannot be locked with just a piece of wood and a few locks in the cellar. When they go out to look for food, everyone in the temple should be reduced to a meal.

exclude!

Carl nodded and asked again,

"Have you had many nightmares in the past six months?"

The three looked at each other, the priestess thought for a while,

"Only the first few days I couldn't sleep, and the rest of the time there was no problem. Well, it must be the blessing of Lebioda!"

There was a gleam in Karl's eyes. If it was a little earth spirit who loves to play tricks, these temple residents would inevitably have frequent nightmares and enjoy a feast of pranks.

"Last question, has anyone died in the cellar?" Arkham took the conversation, his gaze slowly sweeping over the faces of the three,

Daisy froze for a moment, and blushed angrily, "This is a sacred temple, master, don't joke with us!"

"you sure?!"

"I swear!"

The restaurant fell into a brief silence.

"Master, do you have a clue?" asked the bald man.

"There is a preliminary guess, but there are some contradictions in it, and we need to go in and find out."

The two teenagers tacitly remembered a kind of earth-bound spirit in "On Biology".

In human form, it appears and disappears when the moon rises, and its cry permeates people.

But logically speaking, that kind of thing is only born on corpses, and it shouldn't appear in the temple cellar in the moonlit country lanes.

"Priest Daisy, may I ask, from the beginning to the end, the holy spirit of Lebioda did not help you drive away this monster?"

In the cognition of demon hunters, if you want to say "haunted", it is possible in both urban and rural areas, but only temples are basically insulated from ghosts and monsters.

In Ireland, Ms. Melitelli has not performed miracles to the world for a long time, and her temple still has sacred protection, and evil things will be naturally deterred and dare not do anything here.

Including Cliff, the father of the sky, other temples that can be regarded as "just" beliefs can deter evil spirits and Xiaoxiao.

Daisy thought for a while, took a deep breath and said, "Maybe I'm too young, I've only worked in the Pine Forest District for half a year, and my qualifications are shallow. I think the monster under the cellar may be the test of the prophet!"

"Then the children in the temple have only been here for half a year?"

"Your Excellency doesn't know something," Daisy looked out of the window, with pity and kindness on her pretty face, "Most of the children were orphans who fled from Sintra and Soden a few years ago, and some families couldn't afford to send them here. Let us teach the poor children. Priest Shinne used to look after them until she traveled and I took charge of the temple."

"It's not easy to raise so many mouths in the freezing field of Povis." Arkham admired.

"Thanks to the relief and donations from the folks in the village, everyone barely survived." The priestess said gratefully.

Arkham shook his head silently. During the years when he was wandering, he deeply realized that the more remote the country, the more vicious, ignorant and stingy he is.