Lord of the Continent [Western Fantasy]

In the outskirts of Yongye Ancient Town, most of the dark creatures have already been cleaned up, leaving only a few "kittens" as training objects for apprentice demon hunters. A batch of fresh blood has just been injected into the association, and theoretical knowledge must be consolidated through practice. .

Hercules seems to be strolling in the garden. As she goes deeper into the ancient town, the witcher costume on her body gradually disappears, transforming into a silver-white spider armor, which perfectly wraps her body, outlining the graceful and graceful appearance of the witcher. sexy curves.

The armor is covered with colored hallucinogenic powder, which is Herax's trump card. Now she has the top-level nightmare power, and is familiar with various spider skills. She is also good at catching her favorite prey through "webbing".

The dark creatures around smelled the sweet smell of the nightmare, and opened their blood-red eyes one after another, salivating, staring at this sudden intruder. They are all brainless monsters, unable to distinguish Herax's breath. She looks like delicious fat.

"Go away!"

Hercules shook out the eight giant spider legs on her back, each of which was like a sharp spear, and the monsters roared immediately, trying to intimidate the young witch hunter.

This action aroused Herax's desire to kill. She was no longer the ordinary demon hunter back then. The spider gene made her heart restless from time to time. She wanted to kill all the monsters in the world, drink their blood and eat their flesh!

The bloodthirsty desire kept piling up, Herax raised her hand, and decided to sacrifice this group of lower creatures to the "mother" of the abyss, and then feed back herself, so as to gain more strength.

Nightmare was originally born in the abyss, and then obtained a little of his divine power, and has the ability to control dreams and time. Now she is also a member of the nightmare army, so she can naturally receive the "gift" of the abyss through sacrifice.

The black mist burst out from the witch hunter's body, covering the dark creatures overwhelmingly. Herax chanted in a low voice like a witch.

"Great abyss, please open the cracks and accept the small gift that belongs to Herax!"

The air was instantly filled with a strong sulfuric acid smell, and the wailing sounded endlessly. In just a short moment, everything returned to calm, and the sulfuric acid smell disappeared without a trace.

After completing the sacrifice, Herax did not forget to thank her gods, and said reverently: "I praise you, the great lord of dreams!"

In a dark corner not far away, layers of gray mist surged, monitoring his believers, and at the same time temporarily absorbing the other party's faith, waiting for Xixiumi to come here, and then supplying it to him.

In a short while, Hercules came to a tall building, which was once a branch of the Church of Light in Yongye Ancient Town, but now it has been reduced to the entrenched place of the undead banshee.

Hercules looked up and saw the iconic pattern of the Church of Light hanging above the building, and the colorful glass windows were covered with a thick layer of dust, making them look particularly dilapidated.

The babblings of all kinds sounded in her ears, announcing to her that there are countless dark monsters hidden here.

The young witch hunter is fearless and calmly builds a huge spider web around the building. The whole web is woven with silver spider silk and covered with hallucinogenic poison powder, which can make the prey die instantly in a wonderful illusion.

After setting up the trap, Herax pushed open the broken mahogany gate and walked in with a blank expression.

The first floor of the building is a large auditorium. A huge chandelier hangs down in the center, and rows of wall lamps are hung on the wall, emitting a dim yellow light.

These lamps have been imbued with light magic, even if the ancient town of Yongye is immersed in darkness all year round, they can still use the free elements in the air to keep their lights everlasting.

The thick-soled boots stepped on the ground, making a crisp clicking sound in the quiet environment. Suddenly, the howling of ghosts and wolves resounded from all directions. zero.

"Ghost?" Hercules chuckled lightly, "Interesting... you guys are still by the side of the undead banshee?"

Suddenly, the crying became even worse. Herax waved his hands, and the poisonous powder flew all over the sky like a blizzard, and immediately there was a huge explosion in the air.

Almost at the same time, the lamps on the wall seemed to come to life, roaring and attacking Hercules' face. Herax swung the spider spear behind her and smashed all the wall lamps one by one in an instant, screaming one after another.

Boom-!

With a loud noise like thunder, the giant chandelier exploded into powder in an instant, and the hall was pitch black, and it was impossible to reach your fingers. A white light shot towards Hercules, trying to use the cover of darkness to put her to death.

With a flash of Hercules' figure, he immediately mobilized the sharp spear blade, and just stabbed forward easily. With a bang, the white light suddenly fell to the ground and turned into a nearly transparent white mist. .

Staring at the ghost of the white mist on the ground, Herax seemed to have countless spiders crawling through her mind. Her strong desire prompted her to stretch out the spider's long legs uncontrollably, drill into the white mist, and began to absorb the energy essence inside it.

In the blink of an eye, the phantom white mist was completely absorbed, and Herax's eyes became black and big, and the whites of the eyes disappeared.

She retracted the spider spear slowly, showing a ferocious smile, brushing her bright red lips with her powdered fingertips.

After a few breaths, Herax's eyes focused again, her mind regained clarity, and then she realized the gaffe just now.

She must control her mind at all times, she is the demon hunter who guards Opus, she must not degenerate into a hell demon who thinks about killing all day long!

Herax took a deep breath, moving closer to her ultimate goal.

Not far away, a tall statue of the God of Light stands at the top of the auditorium. Four undead banshees hang upside down on the roof above the statue. Black and red blood gurgles from their closed eyes. Weeping for a lost partner.

Immediately, the undead banshees spread their wings, like blood-sucking ghosts in the dark night, and rushed towards the witch hunter.

The next moment, countless colored powders erupted from Herax's body, forming a tall curtain wall, shining with magnificent light.

The flying powder floated into the eyes of one of the banshees, and the wings of that banshee instantly became stiff, and it fell to the ground with a slap, immediately convulsed, and then turned into a puddle of flesh and blood.

Seeing this, the other three undead banshees turned pale with fright, and hurriedly flapped their fleshy thin wings. In an instant, a strong wind raged in the hall, and a corner of the powder curtain wall was destroyed. The Witcher emits deadly ultrasonic waves.

However, spiders can't hear! !

Hercules was completely undisturbed, flicked her sickle leg, stabbed straight, and shouted: "Death!"

"what--!"

The banshee who rushed to the front was immediately pierced by a sharp spear, screamed and died.

After losing two sisters in a row, the remaining undead banshees were red-eyed, stretched out their sharp claws, and flew towards Herax like suicide.

Nightmare's blood skin is actually very fragile, and does not have a hard shell that can resist external forces. It is precisely because of this that they have evolved the power of dreams. Standing in the abyss of doctrine.

Herax ignored the undead banshee's attack, even exposed the vitals of her body, and constructed a dream regression in her mind.

The banshees mistakenly thought they had succeeded, and rushed down without hesitation. The next moment, Herax pierced her beautifully, but their sharp claws also left deep scratches on the witcher.

Thick blood flowed from the wound, full of seductive sweetness, the undead banshee hanging on the spear couldn't bear the temptation, and struggled violently, with an expression of extreme desire to eat on her distorted face, and even forgot about her body. pain.

"Heh... do you really want to taste what my flesh and blood are like?" Hercules stroked the wound indifferently, and stretched out her bleeding fingers to the two sisters.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The banshees twisted their bodies, like mice seeing cheese, trying desperately to lick it.

"In the next life." Hercules withdrew her fingers and said with an evil smile: "In the next life, you may have a chance to eat me, but now...backtrack!"

In a blink of an eye, the wounds on Heracles disappeared, and even the silver armor was intact. The undead banshee looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief, but they had no chance to understand all this...

Pulling out her dagger, Herax neatly cut open the chests of the four undead banshees, dug out the bloody hearts, and put them into the storage ring.

She stared blankly at the utterly dead banshees on the ground. After a long time, she finally suppressed the animal desire in her heart, stopped absorbing their remaining essence, and turned to leave the church hall.

Her next target is the group of lich wooden puppets.

At the same time, a group of women in black sarongs left the orc territory and arrived at the depths of Yongye Ancient Town after several days.

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"The four sisters of the undead banshee... are dead!?"

In the dark opera house, countless eyes opened suddenly, and then focused on the doll holding a dressing box in the center of the big stage.

The doll was wearing a tattered cotton skirt, its wooden face was dirty, and its head slowly turned from side to side, making creaking noises.

"What's the matter, dear little princess?" A voice asked, "Didn't the four sisters comb your hair some time ago?"

"The hair strands of the four banshee sisters are all burnt." The doll opened the box, couldn't help touching the wooden comb inside, and cried miserably in a piercing voice: "There are their hairs on the comb, they are all burnt, all are burnt!" burnt!"

The doll's eye sockets were full of cracks, and her unstable head fell to the ground with a bang due to too much body movement.

"Well...don't cry, sweet little princess."

Another puppet wrapped in the fur of an unknown creature touched its nose, opened and closed its dry mouth, and asked doubtfully, "The four sisters are actually dead? Could it be that there are damned humans who dare to sneak in here?"

"Ah! It's scary." A plastic puppet yelled in horror, "Their next target will be the Opera House, right?"

"Probably not? We don't have any valuables here." The doll picked up her head, hugged it in her arms, and said quietly: "We are just a bunch of harmless toys, aren't we?"

"Don't worry." Finally, it added dryly: "If someone breaks in, my head will glow!"

"Hee hee hee!"

The fur puppet let out a strange laugh, and said darkly: "Yes, little princess, it is harmless to humans and animals. You are a doll, and I am a plush toy. We all like to play with little girls on our backs."

As he said that, it sang an ancient ballad, and the out-of-tune singing echoed in the empty theater, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

"Doll, doll, I went to see flowers with my sister on my back, my sister's head was rolling and rolling, and the small drum made of leather was beating softly..."

During the singing, the hair in the doll's arms suddenly shone brightly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

All the puppets in the opera house started screaming.

"Set your traps, liches!"

An old voice sounded from the void: "Hide our souls in the life box immediately, those stupid humans who don't understand soul arcane will never be able to kill us!"

Hearing this, all the lich wooden puppets scattered and fled into the darkness.

"Very good..." The voice was full of madness, and said hoarsely: "After many years, the opera house has finally started to operate again."