God-level Demon Hunter

"That's right, didn't Sister Nanike tell you? I will assist you to complete the whole grass trial, and you must fully cooperate with my research and let me record every physical data in detail."

Saying that, Shan Shan's eyes lit up, and she raised her beautiful pretty face slightly intoxicated.It was the expression of a woman fantasizing about diamonds, gems, and gold.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank your 'abominable' mentors Reso and Sister Nanike for their fulfillment-I will see things that living wizards have never seen-the famous herbal trials, hormone manipulation, unknown Advanced virus cultivation technology, and a famous mysterious formula!"

Her magnetic voice seems to be telling a fairy tale about a princess and a prince, full of passion and yearning.

"This is the opportunity that all wizards dream of!"

"Gudu..."

Roy swallowed hard. He had the illusion that he had entered a bottomless sinkhole?

So he turned around and looked at the demon hunter for proof, and the big man's cheek muscles twitched.

"Ahem... Ms. Coral..."

"Rude witcher, you are only allowed to call me by my first name!"

"Okay, Ms. Rita Needle, I have to remind you that the prerequisite for you to complete the research is to allow Roy to successfully pass the green grass trial!"

"I don't need you to remind me!"

The sorceress looked at the apprentice witcher with great interest, and took another step forward, proudly puffing out her heavy and trembling chest. The boy could even feel the great heat coming towards him.

"I once saw a document. In the long past, a certain deviant wizard concocted a mutation-inducing elixir, and his successors made many improvements to the elixir. Over the years, it was that successor, Use magic as a means to control the process of mutation."

"But at a critical moment, the chain was broken. Magic, knowledge and power were all gone. Demon hunters still have herbs and herbal trials. They still have laboratories. They know the formula of elixir, but they There are no wizards."

"However, I, Rita Needle, is here. I will no longer sit back and watch the witcher run amok. Let the apprentice take those semi-finished elixirs that have not been cast, and let him face the death threat with a probability of more than [-]%."

The witcher suddenly turned his face away like a knife, as if recalling some uncomfortable past.

"I will use precise and wonderful magic control to reproduce the miracles of Azulie and Cosimo, so that Roy can avoid most of the dangers of mutations and successfully become a perfect demon hunter."

Azulie and Cosimo are the two great wizards who created the "species" of demon hunters. Legend has it that they have mastered the method of perfectly creating demon hunters.

Seeing "Coral" looking serious and sincere, Roy's psychological repulsion slightly weakened.

"That...Ms. Rita..."

"coral!"

"Ms. Coral... I want to ask, if I agree to your assistance, what is the probability of surviving?"

"No ifs! Listen, you need my help, and you can't refuse my help."

The sorceress' tone and demeanor were aggressive, but her astonishing charm was irresistible. Roy wanted to look away, but found that his body was fixed by an invisible force, and he could only look at her, and fell into the trap she laid out. In the vortex of charm.

"With the assistance of my spells, your survival rate will be more than half."

"Half..." Roy lowered his head. He felt that he had returned to the life-changing exam. His heart was beating violently, as if he was about to explode.

No matter how confident he was in the Green Grass Trial before, if he really wanted to take this step, his mood was completely different, uneasy, uneasy, and anxious.

Roy glanced at the witcher, and said with a serious face in a tone of confession, "If I don't make it through, remember to go to Novigrad to help me take care of old Moore and Susie, and Gu Weil will also stay. Here you go."

"Little devil!" The big man suddenly pressed his shoulder heavily, "Do you think that life and death will be divided at the beginning of the trial? This is a long process!"

"The demon hunter finally got it right...the trial is divided into several steps, not to mention that there are still a lot of potions not prepared," Shan Shan said, "you have enough time to explain your funeral before you die, so don't worry now! "

"Okay, just kidding..." The sorceress covered her red lips with a chuckle, "I won't let you die."

Roy took a deep breath,

"Will I lose my human emotions? Go bald, or lose my pigment?"

"You have to ask your teacher about this... But judging from the formula, with the help of highly skilled corals, these bad sequelae should not appear."

The blue eyes blinked, and her hands covered with purple nail polish wrapped around her trembling chest. She smiled presumptuously, "Enough gossip. Now, let me check your body first."

Chapter 26 Hormones

Nanneke's laboratory.

Surrounded by a pile of crucibles, test tubes, beakers, and crystal lamps, Roy lay on the cold operating table, letting the white hands gently caress his bare chest, the soft touch made his skin tingle Getting goosebumps, he twisted his body uneasily.

"Don't move!"

"Ms. Coral, I feel very uncomfortable, can you move faster."

"Koviel can't be too impatient. Be patient... I'll finish the inspection right away."

"I'll give you 5 minutes at most... Sigh... Where do you put your hands... It won't work there... Let go of me!"

……

After a while, the female sorceress put down a tube of transparent liquid and stared at another tube of bright red blood with piercing eyes. The index finger of her right hand drew a double triangular magic circle in midair, and the blood radiated colorful, bright or dark colors instantly. of light.

"Blood oxygen levels are up to standard."

"Heartbeat and blood pressure data are also excellent."

"I have only taken the prodrug of the green grass trial, and I have a certain resistance to poison."

"Boy..." Coral's blue eyes sparkled, "Are you sure that you are 14 years old, and you have not lost your memory for a period of time? Your physical fitness is better than that of adults, as strong as a cow."

Roy's eyes were flushed, and his face was lying numb, like a boy from a good family who was raped by a female hooligan. He didn't have the heart to answer the female sorcerer's question at this time, so he asked, "This, is what you said, a simple physical examination?"

"That's right..." The sorceress patted his cheek reassuringly, her fingertips were scorching hot, "Body fluids such as blood and tears are also within the scope of the inspection."

"I repeat," Roy took a deep breath and sat up straight, "Don't mess with my body, or you... I can survive the trial without you!"

Hearing this, the sorceress rubbed her small and delicate chin with her left hand, and looked at him like a mouse.

In her memory, a man of her age would either be flushed and submissive when seeing her, or be as stiff as a wooden man.

Most cannot disobey her orders.

Roy's attitude was a bit strange, wanting to be close but also extremely restrained.

"What a weird boy, is this the pride of a witcher?"

"This is my bottom line!"

"Then I will ask for your opinion next time. But first, I have to tell you a cruel fact. Under Rita's control, even if you want to commit suicide, it won't be easy."

"Uh..." Roy's back turned cold, and he immediately gave up the idea of ​​arguing with the sorceress, "Remember your promise! Now let's get to the point, what conclusion do you have after checking?"

"The conclusion is—" The sorceress turned her eyes to the boy's slightly parted lips, staring at his teeth like examining the teeth of a horse, and gestured with a few crystal clear fingers in mid-air, "...it is indeed 14 Years old..." She said something to herself,

"It's both good news and bad news."

"How to say?"

"As an over-age apprentice, your physique is much better than most nine-year-old and ten-year-old apprentices, and what you gain is bound to lose... Your physical condition is more stable than that of children, and the process of mutation and remodeling will be more difficult. Takes longer."

"Six months should be enough, right?"

"It will take less than half a year."

"Will that give me an exact success rate?"

"According to the records given by Lei Suo, the former Snake Sect apprentices have less than a three-tenth chance of passing the entire trial process, but you..." Coral intertwined her ten fingers, thinking, "Now there is about a 50.00% five-success rate .”

"More than [-]%?" Roy felt a little more confident, "That's not considered a risk."

"By the way, little Roy, do you know why the witcher always chooses children in the grass trial?"

"Because children are easier to control and brainwash." Roy frowned and warned seriously, "Ms. Coral, please don't add a small letter in front of my name."

"I'm just stating a fact."

The female sorceress' fiery red lips came close to his ear, "Let me add one more thing, a young body is full of vitality, so its physical stamina and recovery from injuries far exceed that of an adult. That immature physique is also more suitable for orientation catalytic."

"What do you mean by targeted catalysis?" Roy had a bad feeling.

"That's the first step we're going to take next. I'll use hormonal reagents to regulate your body, so that your immunity and cell vitality will enter a state of rapid development."

……

According to Coral, she divided the entire trial process into three parts - hormonal catalysis, virus infection, and finally taking a series of grass reagents to induce mutations.

For the first part of hormonal catalysis, a certain amount of adrenaline and other hormones need to be injected into Roy's body every day for about a month, so that he can gradually adapt to the existence of hormones.

By the way, continue to take the unfinished prodrug.

But the female sorceress did not intend to use traditional oral or injection methods of medicine, but——

"Wait, Coral, didn't we agree, what are you going to do to me again?" Roy crossed his hands in front of him, and every time the beautiful sorceress took a step closer to him, he took a step back.

The two of them circled the operating table two or three times like this.

In fact, Roy has been famous for adrenaline for a long time-this thing is usually used in first aid, giving people a chance to fight in danger;

In the Witcher series, the adrenaline is even more self-stimulated by the demon hunters, helping them release all kinds of gorgeous big moves.It can be said that whether one can stimulate and use adrenaline to fight is one of the criteria for judging a qualified demon hunter.

Roy was very curious about this, but it was the first time he underwent transformation, and he felt quite uncomfortable.

"Your body is like an empty cave. It needs simple decoration and transformation to welcome new tenants. Be good, come here, I will be very gentle... It won't hurt at all."

"Coral, can you not let people think about it? It is easy to be misunderstood, you know?"

"Are you going around in circles with me first...or do you want to continue flirting?"

Roy covered his forehead. There was really nothing he could do about her, but he still resolutely resisted, "You have to explain it to me first."

"Traditional methods..." The sorceress's pretty face was rosy with joy, as if she admired the other party's stubbornness, her red lips parted slightly, "The hormone can only be broken down after a short time in your body The effect cannot last long, which is one of the reasons why the success rate of the grass trial was so low in the past. And I will use the appropriate magic adjustment method to let the hormone release slowly in your body and maintain an effective level, so that it can produce Ideal effect."

"What are the side effects?"

"Side effects?" The female sorceress raised her eyebrows, then covered her mouth with a "giggle" smile and said, "You will be in a more excited state for a long time. After a month, your appearance will also look a little more mature."

Roy thought for a long time, but still succumbed to the clutches of the sorceress.

Listening to her chanting a difficult and obscure ancient mantra, and then on the table in the distance, a black substance thinner than a hair flew out of the test tube and pierced into his body with lightning and flint.

His chest was slightly itchy, and he felt nothing unusual when he touched it.

"Is that the end?"

Magic needle?

The sorceress crossed her arms and said with great interest, "Otherwise, you thought it was? It's a catastrophe, dizziness..."

"Huh..." Roy suddenly exhaled a hot breath, his cheeks were rosy, his heart was beating like a beating, and his muscles tensed spontaneously.

This state is like before the starting line of a race, concentrating and nervously waiting for the moment of the starting gun.

"I feel...I feel..."

The sorcerer's bright eyes swept over him, and she snapped her fingers playfully, "The effect is good, do you feel that you are so full of energy that you have nowhere to vent? It's just right - you should go to the courtyard of the temple!"

"What do you mean?"

"Lesso will teach you how to properly consume this exuberant energy!"

……

Under the big tree in the courtyard of the temple.

"Boy, continue our training yesterday."

Roy nodded, his face flushed, and hot air came out of his nose.

After being infused with adrenaline by magic from Coral, the word "excited" was added to his HP, as if he had entered a state of madness, his strength, agility, and stamina attributes were all increased by 1 point, and his temper became irritable. There seemed to be a fire burning in his chest.

"Are you excited and angry? But once you enter into battle and training, you must never let your emotions influence your judgment and strategy." Compared to yesterday, the demon hunter talked more obviously, with a gloomy tone and fierce eyes, provocative at any time.

provoking him further.

But Roy wasn't fooled.

"Very good, you still have some self-control. Keep your hand movements!" The demon hunter's palm gently patted Roy's forearm, elbow, upper arm, shoulder, spine, waist, and thigh, adjusting him subtle movements.

"Today, I will further regulate your sword swing under the correct grip posture."

"Why don't you teach footwork?" The young man seemed to have a mouthful of gunpowder under his tongue, and his voice was so loud that he was surprised.

"Because you have to swing your sword before your footsteps, otherwise the opponent will judge your intention to attack based on your footsteps!"

……

"Now tighten your abdomen, the strength of your arms must be twisted into one, and the strength of your spine and waist must also be added."

"Don't make your muscles as hard as an iron barrel, which will only waste your strength; don't make your muscles as soft as a woman's belly, otherwise you won't even be able to kill a chicken."