Lord Hunter needs a commission

"Tsk, forget it." Turning around, facing the looming city, Shen Ling, the black lizard star, made a decision in a moment.

Then she restarted the anti-gravity device in her hand, jumped high again, and continued to move towards the city of Novigrad.

However, just a few minutes after she left, a young girl with disheveled clothes and a tattered and dirty skirt came here on foot, looking at the city in the distance.

"Edmond..."

The girl said in a low voice, put her hand on her heart, then took a deep breath, continued to walk, and walked towards the city unswervingly.

"……wait for me."

……

"Well."

At this time, Edmund, who was sitting in his manor villa, suddenly felt short of breath.

"Oh, what's wrong with me?" He shook his head mockingly, stood up from the comfortable sofa, walked to the window, and looked at the outside world.

This gray, dirty, hopeless city.

Involuntarily recalled the past in my mind.

When he was a child, he was raised by his father alone. Since then, he has dreamed of leaving this city full of industrial waste all day long.

When he was young, he was rebellious and rejected the clerical job in the city government arranged by his father, and ran away from home alone to go to sea.

But at that time, he was inexplicably framed and imprisoned.

Of course, this is not a false accusation, it's just that he inadvertently took the blame for the ruler of the city's largest family. He is not interested at all and will not know.

Then, implicated by himself, his father, who worked in the municipal government, lost his job, owed a large debt to fight for him, and ended up destitute, and was sent to the prison of Château d'If for a year and a half after his lawsuit failed. Then starved to death at home.

In the end, when he successfully escaped from prison and returned to Novigrad, the first thing he saw was not his father's old face, but a lonely and unattended grave.

Chapter 50 The Sword of Flame

Edmund closed his eyes, as if the experience of kneeling in front of the unnamed grave at that time came to his mind again.

A tombstone without a name, a bleak and gloomy cemetery, and on a withered tree branch, a black crow representing death and ominousness made a sharp and unpleasant sound.A man in tattered and dirty linen clothes, with hands full of dirt, was frantically digging the earthen grave in front of the tombstone.

The splashed mud mixed with the blood left on his hands, and uncontrollable tears gushed out of his lacrimal glands.

There was only hoarse crying in the voice, and only the pits on the ground that had been dug little by little remained in the eyes.

Until the end, the helpless young man who had been in prison for many years dug up the earthen grave at the price of his hands full of blood, found the urn containing the only family member, and held it in his arms .

At that moment, the sky seemed to be infected as well, and there was a thunderous sound.

The crow that stayed on the branch flew up while screaming, flying over the young man's head in black.

However, the young man's heart was so painful that it was numb. Even if the lightning tore through the dark clouds and the downpour fell, the young man bathed in the rain could only hold the urn in his arms in vain and look up at the gloomy world.

I remember that before despair and sadness overwhelmed me, I finally used hatred to bring back my desire to survive and reason, and extinguished the idea of ​​suicide in my mind.

"It's been more than 30 years, right?" Edmund said softly, "Yes, if you do the math, the date is today." He opened his eyes and looked at the gray sky through the window. "I don't know if there will be a heavy rain like 30 years ago."

"Drink." He smiled and said mockingly, "Even if it is going to rain, I'm afraid it will be a rain of blood that mourns the city."

Edmund turned around, picked up a box from the table, walked to a wall, reached out and pulled down the lamp fixed on the wall.

Click.

A buzzer sounded, and then the wall moved slowly to the left, opening a secret door.

Then, Edmund stepped into the secret door with the box in his arms, walked down the stairs in the secret door, and came to the not-so-spacious basement.

Here, the dim light barely illuminates the indoor environment, and one can vaguely see a bright red inverted pentagram magic circle with a radius of three meters on the ground.

Walking in front of the magic circle, Edmond half-kneeled down, placed the box he was holding on the ground and opened the lid.Inside the box, there are two identical pistols with silver-white buttstocks and black chambers with a strong sci-fi feel, and a red spar almost the size of a fist.

Without saying a word, Edmund took out the red spar in the box and pointed it at the dim light.

In the light, this fist-sized spar was filled with blood-like rays of light, which could be vaguely seen, and a very small hollow face wailed silently under the light of the fire.

"The Philosopher's Stone refined and cast by hundreds of lives is really a beautiful treasure."

"But after I die, I will definitely end up in hell, ha ha ha ha ha."

A mocking look appeared on Edmond's face. He held the spar, laughed loudly, and stabbed the sharp bottom of the spar towards his chest, towards where his heart was.

"Ah ah ah."

The sharp bottom of the spar pierced his skin and penetrated deeply into his flesh and blood.Edmund resisted the pain, ignored the blood flowing from his chest, pressed both hands on the spar, and pressed it firmly into the position of his heart.

zizi.

Red electric light overflowed from the spar, and the entire fist-sized spar penetrated deep into the chest and inserted into the heart.

Edmund clutched his wound, bearing the pain of tearing his heart, and fell to the ground.

"Drink, drink, drink..." After panting for a few minutes, Edmund regained his composure, and struggled to get up with a pale face.

Sweat drenched his clothes, but there was a look of joy on his pale face. "Drink, sure enough, hehe, it worked."

The spar pierced through his chest, penetrated into his heart, and pierced into it.

Edmund should have died of a heart rupture and hemorrhage, but at the moment when the spar pierced his heart, the power possessed by the Philosopher's Stone began to repair the damaged heart, and the repair was completed before the heart ruptured and hemorrhaged.

At this time, the Philosopher's Stone had merged with his heart.

"As expected, the Philosopher's Stone can be activated only by thoughts, and can ignore the principle of equivalent exchange, so that ordinary people like me can have the power that extraordinary people have."

Edmund gasped for a while, then stretched his hand into the box again, and took out the last two items, the same sci-fi pistol.

"It's not in vain that I spent a lot of money to hire people in the black market to attack the destiny and snatch the weapons." Edmond held two firearms in his hands. "Although money is nothing, if you don't even have the qualifications to use it, it will be a waste of time...Fortunately, Bell's calculations are correct."

Thinking of the sorcerer who died aggrieved in the factory, Edmund laughed again.

"Hehehehehahahahaha, come on, let me see how amazing the combination of the so-called God's Key and the monster in this seal is."

Edmund clashed the two pistols.

"Skyfire—unsheath."

Click.

These two sci-fi guns, when they touched each other, seemed to touch some condition, started to make noise, disintegrated each other, and then intertwined and spliced ​​together.

The barrels of the two firearms overlapped each other, and the silver-white butts unfolded to form the jaws of the sword.Then, under the jaw of the sword, a hilt extended out, and the flames rose from the top of the jaw, and the black spine and golden blade emerged from the flames.

The two firearms were disassembled and reassembled, and turned into a two-handed sword burning with raging flames.

However, as soon as the great sword was formed, the golden-red flame burning on the blade immediately followed the spine of the sword without any explanation, and rushed towards Edmund's hands holding the hilt.

The flame didn't burn Edmond's clothes, but directly entangled his flesh and blood like a spirituality. In almost an instant, Edmond's whole body was enveloped in flames, turning him into a burning man.

"Aaaaaaaaaa..."

The pain caused by the flames burning his body was far more severe than the spar piercing into his heart before, and this terrifying flame was melting his body, trying to turn him into coke and ashes.

But at this moment, the spar inserted/inserted into the heart erupted with red electric light.

The body that had been scorched by the flames began to reorganize rapidly, and Edmund, who should have been scorched, returned to its original shape in the blink of an eye.

It's just that the constant burning and restoration brought endless torture.

"Let's begin, the last scene of this revenge drama, the destruction of Novigrad."

Holding the hilt of the flame sword, Edmond stabbed the burning blade at the reverse pentagram magic circle in front of him.

Then, the flames engulfed his figure, rushed out of the basement, and turned the entire manor into a sea of ​​flames.

Chapter 51

On the street, a building with four or five floors and a height of ten meters collapsed, and the falling stones created a cloud of dust on the street, and in the dust, a huge and incomparable figure waved the same huge arms, With a slap, the remaining building was pushed away, and it directly slapped a figure who rushed out of the dust nimbly and quickly.

A bang.

The giant hand more than ten meters long fell into the empty space, and failed to hit the sensitive individual. Instead, it shattered the street, leaving a huge depression and more than ten crack marks on the ground.

Roar.

The terrifying giant crushed the ground, and every movement caused the ground to shake violently. Just moving forward was enough to cause the ground to shake.And its huge figure of more than 30 meters high makes it bring unparalleled power every time it swings its arms.

With a wave of the arm, a strong wind can be set off, and a missed attack is enough to crack the earth.

The surrounding houses are insignificant compared to it. Wherever it passes, no matter how strong the house is, it will collapse into ruins, and no matter how solid the ground is, it will be sunken and collapsed.

This is a veritable natural disaster, a terrifying brute force that can shake mountains just by relying on the strength of the body.Even if it doesn't have any weird spells or long-range attacks, most of the guns, ammunition, knives, swords, bows and crossbows, and weapons made by humans now have no effect on it.

Not to mention, wherever this monster goes, the blasphemous aura that erodes life will shroud the area it stands in with negative energy, and as it advances, it will kill all the weak life indiscriminately along the way.

And on top of its body, the wreckage and carrion that merged with it wailed silently, longing for other unfortunate people to join their ranks, bound in the body of the corpse grave demon forever, forever to relief.

However, no matter how hard this huge corpse grave demon tried to swing its arms, smashing houses and trampling the ground, it was helpless to the 'little bug' who was much smaller than it in front of it.

He is too flexible, although his attack can cause a certain amount of damage to the Corpse Grave Demon, but that level of damage is obviously not enough to defeat the Corpse Grave Demon's self-healing ability.

It's just that the Corpse Grave Demon can't do anything about it.

Of course, as an undead monster, the Corpse Grave Demon is obviously very patient.

But compared to the brainless but patient Grave Demon, Charlotte, who was avoiding the attack of the Grave Demon and dodging the earth and rocks splashing everywhere, he didn't have enough patience.

Charlotte is very anxious now.

This 30-meter-long, fully developed Corpse Grave Demon is not comparable to the recently born Corpse Grave Demon with Tanglar at its core.Not only is it bigger and more destructive, but its defense and self-healing ability are also higher than those at the beginning.

If she can use Sword Emperor's Art, Charlotte still has the confidence to pierce through this corpse grave demon with one blow.

However, after consuming too much physical strength and energy, Charlotte was already gasping for breath while dodging, and the sword energy she slashed was not as sharp as it was at the beginning. A little power.

Gein, this Corpse Grave Demon is the third one he has encountered.

After killing the first corpse grave demon, he rushed to another node without stopping.And at the second node, in a large winery, there was a corpse grave demon that had grown to 31 meters, walked out before Charlotte arrived, and caused a lot of destruction and killing .

This made Charlotte sure that all corpse grave monsters were born at the same time, and they would continue to grow over time.

After the fight, the difficulty of the second Grave Demon was beyond Charlotte's expectations. The pure sword energy further reduced the damage caused to the Grave Demon, and the wound healed faster.

Considering the time factor, Charlotte ignored the fatigue and used the Sword Emperor Art to catch the thunder again, smashing the second corpse grave demon with a full blow.

But in a short period of time, pulling lightning twice in a row brought Charlotte not only physical exhaustion, but also physical damage, which was even more severe than the mental pain caused by continuous casting of spells in a short period of time.

After solving the corpse grave demon with a businessman named Caderousse at its core, Charlotte didn't even have a chance to rest, so she endured fatigue and pain and rushed to the third location, Justice Villefort's. Villa, and then bumped into the Corpse Grave Demon that had almost reached a height of 40 meters.

Then, fell into a bitter struggle.

He wanted to repeat the previous move of defeating the two corpse grave demons in one breath, but his physical weakness made Charlotte realize that he was just a mortal who would get tired, get hurt, and have limits.

He couldn't do it, save the city before the disaster expanded.

Now, he may not even be able to keep himself.

He was too confident and underestimated the Corpse Grave Demon who had been blasted to pieces with his full strength twice in a row.

How could a monster that could be classified as a legend in the old days be so easily defeated by himself time and time again.

bang.

With a sideways body, Charlotte dodged the corpse grave demon's heavy punch again.

The oncoming fist wind enveloped it with countless gravels splashed when the ground broke.

Raising the sword in his hand, Charlotte knocked down the falling stones one by one.

However, at the next moment, the corpse grave demon's attack came again.

The mountain-like body brings crushing power. When Charlotte resisted the aftermath of the previous attack, the corpse grave demon leaned down and opened its two arms more than ten meters long. Then he clapped his hands towards Charlotte as if he wanted to hug him.

Charlotte stopped and found that there was a building behind him, which was the end of the street, and there was no room for him to dodge.

As a last resort, he jumped up with both feet on the ground, trying to jump up to avoid it.

But at this moment, a feeling of weakness swept over Charlotte's heart, making his movements inevitably stagnate.

The muscles and bones are sluggish, the muscles are stiff, and the consciousness is slow, as if the whole body is tightly pressed by a weight of several thousand kilograms.

"Oops, blasphemy aura, radiation..."

Charlotte wakes up to what she has forgotten.

Although the Corpse Grave Demon has no means of casting spells and long-range attacks, let alone wisdom, it naturally carries a blasphemous aura, which can continuously spread negative energy radiation.