God-level Demon Hunter

"I'll kill you once and for all, and my identity will not be revealed."

Roy shook his head pretending to be nonchalant, feeling the real murderous aura on that guy, goose bumps appeared on his skin.

"According to my investigation, in order to maintain the purity of the ceremony during the blessing ceremony of the Sun Cult, the person presiding over the ceremony will not stain their hands with blood other than sinners."

"That's why you show mercy to those knights who are chasing after you. So far, six criminals have been killed, and there is only one person left. I don't think you will break the rules in advance and fall short."

"Ah?" Francis seemed to hear a big joke, "You think I'm a murderer? Still messing with that inexplicable Sun Cult ritual?"

"Sorry..." There was a trace of pity in the vampire's eyes, as if looking at a confused person who had gone to death, "You seem to have made a mistake from the beginning. I happen to be not the serial killer you said, and I don't care about purity Show mercy."

"And it's not the knights who are chasing after you, but you...you demon hunters! If you offend me..."

"how is this possible!"

Roy's face sank when he heard this, and he quietly clenched his hands, covered in cold sweat. He focused his consciousness on the alchemy bomb in the space, and was ready at any time, "It's okay if you don't want to admit it now. I can 'forget' all of this. The honor of the demon hunter of the Snake School promises that as long as you tell me the whereabouts of Leto and give him to me, I will not interfere in this series of murders again."

"Naive!" Francis spread his hands, "And where is the witcher now? Whether he is dead or alive, what does it matter to me?"

Roy's voice became lower and lower, "You... If you weren't the murderer, why did Lei Suo set up an ambush against you!"

He gradually had a bad feeling.

Francis looked up at the bright moon in the sky,

"I won't hide it from you... Your teacher also discovered my true identity during the investigation. But I have to admit that in terms of quick thinking, he is not as good as you. It took a whole month to catch my tell... he Chose a much different, more brutal and direct approach to yours."

"The bald witcher seems to prefer to use fighting to communicate. That night, the night he threatened to reveal my identity, I saw hatred and anger in his eyes. Hate without reason. I don't understand why the master witcher Will you stubbornly believe that a "law-abiding" high-level vampire is a greater threat than a serial killer who seriously disturbs the peace?"

"But his strength is indeed worth my all. Looking back, I haven't moved my muscles so comfortably for a long time. After that night's battle, I didn't even care about the injury-the endless inspiration flooded me."

Francis licked his lips and pinched his slender fingers until they snapped,

Roy felt a sense of confusion spread in his heart. It seemed that there was no need for the advanced vampire to lie to him, a novice witcher.

But if he really wasn't the killer, then why Letho hunted him in the first place?In Francis's description, Leto hates and hates vampires like that.

A witcher is unlikely to be so impulsive.Roy, who had been with him for several months, almost never saw his feelings leak.But he remembered one thing, and then he was relieved.

"Leso once told me that one of his friends died tragically at the hands of a bat-wing cerebellum. And the bat-wing cerebellum is an extremely dangerous low-level vampire...he has always 'held a grudge'."

"What about the result of your battle?"

"Both are hurt, but he passed out, and I still have the strength to escape," the vampire showed extreme excitement, "Master Demon Hunter is very well prepared, and his strength is the only thing I have ever seen in my life—"

He lifted the hem of the black lace shirt, and two hideous scars appeared on his abdomen.

"The witcher's sword oil is as tough as the rumors say..." the vampire said with apprehension, "so far my wound can't heal."

The scars are like two twisted centipedes, spanning his entire abdomen from left to right, and the fleshy rolls can be faintly seen in which the pink fresh flesh is wriggling, trying to bond but is covered by a layer of gray matter blocked.

"The effect of the vampire sword oil will last for a week, and you have to endure it for a few more days." Roy asked again, "Then, was Lei Suo, who fought against you, seriously injured?"

"He's not feeling well either. He probably has half his life left. By the way, did this guy drink something weird? The blood is actually highly poisonous, or I would have already sucked him dry."

After finishing speaking, he said to Roy half provocatively and half bewitchingly, "Young demon hunter, I am still injured and pitifully weak in combat. Do you want to try to get rid of my monster? By the way, for you Teacher revenge?"

Roy cursed inwardly. The state of the vampire in the observation was full of question marks, which was not bad at all. The impact of the abdominal wound was not as serious as it seemed, and he would not rashly provoke the other party.

"If according to what you said, you left the half-dead Lei Suo and fled. Then where did he go? The pursuers only found this sword in place!"

"You can't guess? Besides the real murderer, who else would hide the seriously injured witcher?" The vampire said without thinking,

The boy's heart was shocked, he remembered a clue that he had overlooked——

When he checked the disappearance scene that day, two "ribbons" appeared in the witcher's senses. Now it seems that one belongs to the high-level vampire, and the other belongs to Leso, the demon hunter who was taken away by the murderer.

The two "ribbons" parted just beyond Hangedman's Alley.

So Francis wasn't the murderer?

"For the real murderer, the demon hunter is after all interfering in his arrangement and disrupting the ceremony. The murderer will naturally hate him, and find the right opportunity to plot against the weak demon hunter," Francis said.

"What did you just say, can you repeat it again?" Roy asked eagerly.

Francis was a little surprised, but he still replied, "It's not surprising to plot against a weak witcher..."

"The previous sentence..."

"The murderer will naturally hate him, hate these tricky witchers!"

There was a flash of light in Roy's eyes, and he thought of some traces that he had missed before.

"Suppose the real murderer captured Lei Suo. In order to ensure his purity before completing the ceremony, he should not kill Lei Suo, but arrest and lock him up?" Roy muttered to himself.

"So——demon hunter, stop pestering me, a law-abiding alien! Go find the real culprit and save your teacher!"

"You just let me go?" Roy was a little surprised. Why didn't this kind-hearted vampire play his cards according to common sense, "Let me save the witcher who wants to kill you?"

"You will tell him, that big fool has found the wrong target from beginning to end. Since I am not a murderer, will he still pester me?" Francis said, smiling mysteriously, "Besides, for poets, inspiration is Life. I have a draft of a new poem, inspired by your investigations with that savage, called The Feast."

"In order to be grateful for the hard-won inspiration, I let you go."

Francis patted his sleeves, his pale face sank.

"But remember, Roy, and your teacher who misjudged the murderer, don't reveal my identity to the public, and don't disturb my peaceful life... Otherwise, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

In the cold voice, Francis stared at the air with blood-red eyes,

"Did you see that, buddy?"

"what did you see?"

Is this going to change your mind?

Roy's expression tightened, and he took a step back. There were more alchemy bombs and hand crossbows in his hands behind his back.

"Keep quiet...listen carefully."

"Inspiration, like a rootless spring, comes—"

The high-ranking vampire didn't look at him at all, and suddenly turned around, facing the empty street.

Under the moonlight, the tung trees on both sides of the road swayed their fallen leaves, and the leaves circled around him like ribbons. He held his head high and walked softly,

"Over there

Is not darkness the dormant sun?

the palace

Is not the high wall the rock that enslaves the world?

that bone-chilling

Isn't hatred just trampled love?

that touching

life--

Isn't that just delayed death? "

The rhyme of the cadence of the poem has not yet dissipated, and the ferocious blood-colored bat shadow instantly turned into a gust of wind and disappeared into the deep night.

……

"Finally gone, the neurotic poet."

After a long time, Roy sat down on the ground, breathed a long sigh of relief, and wiped off the cold sweat on his palms and forehead... After just a few conversations, the high-level vampire brought him endless pressure.

He was very worried about saying a wrong word and angering the other party.

Finally, there is no danger.

But he didn't have time to relax and revisit all the facts of the case.

The murderer is not the high-ranking vampire Francis, so who could it be?

The day the Witcher and Dennis Kramer set up an ambush, the real killer entered the scene of the fight before the dwarves did, taking the wounded Witcher away.

Why did he react so quickly, just in time?

Do not!

Roy thought hard, found a blind spot, and thought of another answer—the murderer is an insider!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible!

The murderer continued to commit crimes around the palace without leaving any clues, and he was able to arrive at the scene and take away the demon hunter before the dwarves—either the White Rose Knight or the prince's guards!

Both forces are fully aware of the case and are in the process of in-depth investigation.

Only those who know their own people best know their own people, so they can clean up the mess without anyone noticing.

……

The murderer is presiding over a hidden ritual of the Cult of the Sun.

Then he himself, or his ancestors have connections with Nilfgaard and worship the Sun Cult, can identify the suspect by investigating the backgrounds of all the knights and prince's guards.

A knight who worships the Sun Cult?Thinking stagnated again - Roy suddenly recalled what the dwarf said in his mind,

"Patrick Latin was originally a great nobleman of the Kingdom of Nasser south of Sintra."

"However, since Nasser was annexed by Nilfgaard and became a province, part of the heirs of this big family migrated to Temeria and settled down there. Several generations have sacrificed their lives for the kingdom and earned the status of nobles. .”

There seemed to be that handsome blond face in front of his eyes - the ancestor came from Nasser occupied by Nilfgaard - the Knight of the White Rose, Simon Patrick Ladin.

Could it be the murderer who believed in the Sun Cult?

Chapter 12 The Last Sacrifice

The dawn tore through the horizon and sprinkled a ray of light, and the palace of Prince Elland was surrounded by a group of silver armored knights.

Surrounded by the crowd, a naked adult male knelt on the ground with his knees closed against a wall. He had long blond hair, tough and handsome features, a well-proportioned body with knotted muscles, and a delicate flower engraved on his neck. Blue rose tattoo.

At this time, a bright and dazzling smile froze on his pale and faded cheeks, lingering.

The coroner's hands in white rubber gloves gently lifted his eyelids, observed the pupils,

"The deceased, Simon Patrick Latin, male, 28 years old, was the deputy head of the White Rose Knights in Ireland. The time of death was six hours ago."

The scribe rustled and recorded the coroner's dictation, but the coroner's eyes tightened suddenly, and white rubber gloves pulled out a cylindrical elastic object from the still warm tongue of the deceased.

White, fleshy, elastic.

The coroner glanced at the lower body of the deceased, then the corner of his mouth curved strangely,

"The lower body of the deceased was cut with a sharp instrument, and the wound was intact, and the lower body was stuffed into his mouth."

Hearing the sound, the eyes of the onlookers were tearing open.A handsome, majestic, and dignified noble knight was manipulated into this death by the murderer?

"Bastard! How dare he... how dare he insult the White Rose Knight!"

Cleveland gritted his teeth so loudly, his eyes were reddened and about to burst into flames,

"Provoked the Knights again and again. Now insulting in such a despicable way! I, Cleveland... on the honor of the Knight, I will make him pay back this humiliation tenfold!"

The dozen or so knights next to him were also excited, their faces flushed.

"Arthur Thales, Simon Patrick Latin, brothers will avenge you!"

"Everyone, please stay calm, please don't interfere with my work..." The coroner's voice was very soft, but suppressed the restlessness of the knights.

He walked around to the back of the corpse, staring at the second huge bright red wound, and said without changing expression while probing,

"The skin and muscles on the back of the deceased were cut open by sharp knives. The incision was rough and forceful... rough." On the bloody back of the corpse, two soft fan-shaped flesh tissues were exposed.

"His two... lungs were ripped out by the murderer and hung on his back, like..."

"Like a pair of wings..."

The young witcher squeezed in from behind the knight. He looked at the dead man's face in surprise, with a hint of doubt in his expression.

The deceased was the handsome knight with blond hair.

What's the situation now?

The murderer is neither a high-ranking vampire nor Simon?

"In any case, the Seven Sins Clan Ceremony is now completely over. I hope my thoughts are correct, otherwise Lei Suo may be in danger..."

"The elbows and wrists of the corpse are slightly blue, and the sprain is not obvious."

The coroner also showed a hint of suspicion on his face, and then took off his gloves, "I won't say much about the cause of death, and everyone can see it. Except for the two wounds on the back and lower body, there were no other wounds on the surface of Simon Knight's body. The preliminary judgment is that the murderer is Use some means to control the victim's body, and then quickly put him into a coma before performing the 'surgery', so the victim's signs of struggle are not serious."