God-level Demon Hunter

Falling into the skirt of the demon spirit from bottom to top, willow waist, ferocious face!

Its body is floating in the air, its skirt is spinning like a windmill, its mouth is wide open and howling hysterically, the basement trembles,

The sound waves containing magic power are like crazy waves, sweeping around with the demon spirit as the center.

The gravel collapsed and flew!

Karl's body swayed, and the black mask covering his body burst instantly, but it resisted the sound wave attack for him!

He moved like a rabbit in an instant, and the long sword standing obliquely in front of his abdomen was like a plow plowing the ground, piercing its left eye with a cold light.

It is necessary to give it a super blow.

Swah——

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind in the back of his head.

In the darkness of the cellar, a second demon spirit with its teeth and claws suddenly sprang out!

The demon hunter turned pale with fright, and immediately jumped to the left, hiding behind the round marble table, but it was still a step too late, the Kun En magic shield was smashed by the dagger, and the golden light scattered into Wukong.

At the same time, the situation was reversed, the scarred demon spirit and the newly joined companions hissed and roared, double-teaming from left to right!

Although Karl had expected that the battle would not be too easy, his lack of experience still caught him off guard.

The wounded sprite attacked his lower body with a dagger, Carl leaped just in time to save his knee, and the newcomer swung his yellow lantern, sending a series of sparks across the marble table and grazing the back of his right hand.

In an instant, his skin was ripped open and his flesh was bloody, Karl's tiger's mouth was in severe pain, and the silver sword almost fell out of his hand.

Fortunately, he has gone through countless times of devil training in the brotherhood, and his endurance is amazing.

He quickly bent back, made a beautiful posture, and a very standard iron bridge, avoided the left and right pincers, and let go of his arms!

The blade draws a semicircle.

The demon spirit on the left wailed sharply, with a corrosive wound on his wrist, and the sword on his abdomen on the right, screaming even louder.

Karl draws the sign of Alder with his finger, hits the spirit on the left, and knocks it back.

The seriously injured demon spirit took the opportunity to slash wildly, hitting the demon hunter's left waist, and drawing a white mark on the leather armor reinforced with dragon scales.

Karl just snorted, turned his toes, out of its attack range, and turned to its side. At the same time, the silver sword in his right hand hit the demon spirit's back, beat the dog in the water, and stabbed the second sword!

puff-

A fiery snake swam through the void, and the enchanted blade burst into flames, piercing from the demon spirit's back to its chest.

Its shape changed, and layers of illusory silhouettes emerged, as if it wanted to split, but it was exhausted, and it let out a piercing scream of relief in vain, with pieces of skin withered, from the blue-glowing body and the body covered with corpse spots. The face fell off one after another.

Its body seemed to have rotted for thousands of years, weathered into slag, leaving only a pool of emerald green evil spirit dust on the ground.

Karl panted like a cow, his body was like a pendulum clock, his waist was like a spring, and he rushed towards the demon spirit that was divided into three on the other side!

Silver swords, seals, and silver pots, bombard them indiscriminately!

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"Did you hear that? The battle is quite fierce. Can the master really do it alone?" Daisy gritted her silver teeth and looked worriedly at the dark cellar. "Are you sure you don't want to help?"

"Don't worry, he's not a fool. If he needs support, he'll speak up early. If he doesn't say anything, it will be resolved." Arkham's eyes are firm and confident, "Get ready to welcome him in triumph."

The voice just fell.

The continuous sound of fighting in the cellar suddenly stopped, and the whistling of the demon spirit disappeared.

All four of them tensed their bodies tightly without daring to breathe, and gripped their torches and weapons tightly.

After a few minutes.

A pair of glinting eyes quickly ascended the stairs.

A delicate face covered with black blood vessels appeared, but at the moment it was covered with mud and dust, and sweat dripped down its chin.

Karl seemed to be sleepless for three days and three nights, his spirit was listless, his complexion was pale, and there was a thin bloody slit on the side of his face.

Obviously had a hard time.

Dino, Bruzzi, and Daisy were slightly surprised when they saw this, and then smiled brightly.

"Won?"

"It took me a lot of effort, but I finally fulfilled my mission. The night demon spirit has been dealt with." Carl wiped off the blood and sweat on his brow, with a smile on his lips, "The cellar is safe for now!"

Arkham breathed a sigh of relief.

"Speaking of which, the information of the three of you is seriously wrong!" Carl changed the subject, frowned, pulled out a bottle of swallows with a grin, and poured it on the back of his bloody hand, "There are two demon spirits hidden in it, not one, if it weren't for me Prepare well, and will definitely explain it in it!"

"Ah! I'm sorry, Master Karl," the priestess and the two big men hurriedly bowed and apologized in a flustered manner. "Please forgive us for our inadvertent mistake!"

Karl lay on the stairs, stared at the three of them for a long time, then turned to Arkham with an angry face, and shook his head, "Forget it this time, now, hurry up and get some shovels down to help!"

"What do you want?"

"I did a rough search of the cellar just now, but I couldn't find the source of the birth of night spirits. They are probably buried in the ground. They must be dug out immediately and disposed of to prevent future troubles. We are busy tonight. !"

Chapter 4 Skeletons, Big Cats, and Spiders

The cold morning wind howled and poured into the open gate on the west side of the temple, blowing past two human skeletons lying side by side on the ground - covered with tattered yellow and rotten cloth strips, and between the corpses was a box full of Bloodstains and patches, dirty dolls.

The puppet's two dark buttonholes stared straight at the empty ceiling, as if silently telling a secret.

Karl wiped the sweat off his brow, and turned his gaze to the three stunned temple administrators beside him.

Facing the result of a night of hard work, they have been silent for 5 minutes, and the shock on their faces does not seem to be a disguise, or their acting skills are amazing.

Karl coughed and drew the attention of the three of them back from the corpse, "As I guessed before, the corpse was buried in the ground and used as nourishment to give birth to two night demon spirits."

"Night demon spirit?" The priestess looked at the witcher with a questioning expression.

"If a person dies with strong resentment, resentment, and anger, and dies painfully, his soul may turn into a night demon around his body or some belongings with deep emotions. Appeared with the moonlight, stationed in a certain place, vented endless resentment to the nearby life, tortured and killed them, and created more of the same kind. As long as the corpse is buried in it for a day, the night demon spirit cannot be completely wiped out!"

Carl paused, carefully observing the expressions of the three of them, but he couldn't see any trace of guilt or guilty conscience, only normal fear.

"As expected of a professional, I found out the source of the trouble in one night! This kind of dirty thing staying in the temple for a minute is an insult to the prophet!" Daisy complimented, and took a deep breath, "It's not appropriate Chi, how should we purify them now? Burn them on fire, or transport them to the woods to fill them up and throw them into the river?"

"Don't be impatient, purification is not as simple as you think." Arkham sneered when he heard this, and exchanged glances with Karl.

The fox's tail finally came out.

When a dead body appears at home, shouldn't a normal person's first reaction be to ask the truth?She was in a hurry to destroy the corpse.

"Before I start, I have some questions to ask. The temple is not a cemetery in the wilderness, and the sage Lebioda is not the god of death—"

He raised his voice, his face was stern, his voice was like thunder, his eyes were frighteningly bright,

"Why are corpses buried under the cellar? What is the relationship between the dead and you? What about the puppet? You denied it to me at first, and swore that no one died below!"

The three of them were taken aback by the posture of provoking the teacher to ask the crime.

The priestess turned pale, stepped back to the middle of the two big men, and said solemnly, "As far as I can remember, no one has ever died in the temple, and I don't know them!"

"Really, why do I think you can't remember, how about I help you remember?" Arkham squatted down, holding up the white pelvis on the left with both hands - the pelvis is wide and short, with smooth and thin walls , catchy round mouth, wide front and back...

He quickly concluded,

"The dead are women!"

He looked at the overall outline of the skeleton, grabbed the skull again, rubbed the yellowed teeth with his fingertips, and turned his black skull eyes towards the three of them, as if asking silently, "Age between 10 and 15 years old, time of death... still uncertain."

The judgment of the time of death is too affected by the environment, and the experience of the young witcher is shallow, so it is impossible to draw a definite conclusion.

The three didn't respond, Arkham went on to check, and let out a cry of surprise,

"Multiple fractures of ribs, leg bones, and arm bones due to external pressure..."

"There is a row of circular paw prints on the sternum, stretching from the left collarbone to the right floating rib, four toes, not a canine... nor an ogre... some kind of big cat?"

Arkham's expression quietly became solemn, the murderer was not human, which meant that there was something else about the demon spirit.

"The left shoulder was crushed by sharp teeth. There are 25 to [-] teeth in a row in the tooth marks. The length and bite force of the teeth are quite amazing."

"According to this analysis, the murderer is larger than the cheetah."

The three managers held their breath and looked at each other, their expressions becoming extremely exciting.

The two demon hunters took a deep breath at the same time, and a terrifying and bloody picture appeared in their minds - a large beast with a streamlined body resembling a cat-like animal pinned down the skinny little girl, biting and ravaging frantically.

And she wailed, her bones were broken, her body convulsed, and the blood spattered from her wounds turned into cold roses, staining her clothes and the ground red.

Her screams and howls became lower and lower, and the blood piled up into a pool of blood, and she finally died in extreme pain.

But the traces on the bones don't stop there.

Karl glanced at the waist of the skeleton, reached out to touch it, and pulled out a "rope" from it.

A large section is milky white, and a small area is reddish brown after being infected with blood and dried.

It is about as thick as an index finger, and if you look carefully, you can see that the rope is covered with dense fluff, which is a bit sticky when pinched.

Clenched both ends with both hands and stretched vigorously, showing strong toughness and elasticity.

"What is this?" Karl looked at his companion suspiciously.

"Spider web!" Arkham gasped, and guessed, "Ordinary spiders can't make such thick web threads. Could it be that there was a shapeshifting spider living in this cellar?"

The metamorphic spider is about the size of a calf, with amazing speed and jumping ability. It can spit venom and super sticky webs. It can easily prey on lions and even a man named Skelly.

The priestess tightened her pretty face, her expression was obscured in the shadows.

"It's impossible, Povis is cold and doesn't belong to the habitat of shapeshifting spiders." Karl immediately denied this speculation, "Even if this is put aside, if they lived in the temple, the children would have been turned into human pouches , full of spider eggs. So I think it is more likely to be some kind of mutated, gigantic spider creature."

Gollum.

The clear swallowing of saliva sounded one after another.

The term "human baby pouch" made the two burly men and the priestess feel chills and goosebumps all over their bodies.

Arkham checked the expressions of the three of them out of the corner of his eye, and then turned his gaze to the smaller skeleton on the left. "The girl... is younger, and there are the same cracks on the surface of the skeleton... with a small amount of spider webs."

After speaking, he fell into a long silence.

First, a big cat monster with sharp teeth and sharp claws, and then a mutated spider insect. How much suffering and pain should these two poor children suffer before they died? ,

That's why they turned into night demon spirits, lingering around.

But why were they the only ones who were killed, while the rest of the temple was safe?

It stands to reason that such a big thing can't just kill two little girls and then slip away quietly.

All kinds of doubts surged in Arkham's heart, and he couldn't figure it out for the time being.

"Ms. Daisy, we've already talked about this point, haven't you thought of anything yet?"

"Two dead people appeared in the family, and you, as the stewards of the temple, didn't know about it? Isn't this talking nonsense with your eyes open? Is it reasonable?"

"answer my question!"

"I swear to Lebioda, my words are not false. The big spiders and big cats you two are talking about are unheard of!" The priestess licked her dry and cracked lips, and shook her head stubbornly, "If they had been in the If the temple appears, how much commotion must be created, so many eyes must have been seen by someone, and this terrible news must have been spread in every household in the Pine Forest District!"

Arkham rolled his eyes, lost in thought.They have walked all the way, and have never heard any related rumors.

"If you ask this question, you don't think we have anything to do with the murderer?" The bald man asked in surprise and anger.

"Only the gods know the answer."

Arkham muttered under his breath.

Dino argued red-faced,

"My lords, it's clear that this poor child's death has nothing to do with us! If we killed her two, how dare we lure the two masters down and help you find the corpse? It's not me Dig a hole and jump in?"

Carl can't help nodding.

"I have always regarded the children as relatives, and I have devoted my heart and soul to them, giving them meticulous care and care. I am reluctant to hit or scold them on weekdays. How can I hurt them?" Daisy blinked her innocent and beautiful big face. Eyes, "When I served the prophet in the temple, there were eighteen children from the beginning to the end, not one more!"

Arkham thought for a while, looked at Karl, and silently said the word "sign" with his lips moving.

The latter shook his head.

The two are young and energetic, and Igni and Alder practiced the most diligently. Axi, who confuses the mind, can't learn it well.

What's more, Roy once warned them not to use hypnotic seals on devout believers of the gods, otherwise there would be unpredictable dangers.

"Calm down, the three of you have misunderstood. We don't think you have any connection with the murderer. The two of us are demon hunters, not vigilantes or sheriffs. We have no obligation or interest in judging humans!"

Carl paced around,