The Divine Hunter Chapter 16: The unbreakable mirror

Under the **** moonlight, two demon hunters faced each other three meters apart in the open space in front of the villa gate.

Roy Cat's back is arched, he touches the ground lightly with the soles of his front feet, and walks counterclockwise. The tip of the Lake Girl's Sword locks the black shadow on the opposite side like a shadow

This time the enemy seemed to have a certain level of intelligence. He no longer pounced desperately, but instead imitated the demon hunter and circled around him. The movements of holding the sword, the frequency of footsteps, and the posture of the body were surprisingly consistent with him.

Two people standing opposite each other are like reflections and entities inside and outside a mirror.

Roy looked at his other self and felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

Is this the last gift Odim prepared for him? He was curious about how many abilities the clone could master. Did he accept it all like a shape-shifter?

Hot sweat broke out on his forehead and palms.

The next moment, Roy clenched the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and suddenly drew an orange triangle in mid-air with his left hand. The red pillar of fire shot out of the magic circle and burned the black shadow's body.

The black shadow made a move almost at the same time, and responded with an Igni seal.

"Pfft——"

Both the two fire snakes hit the enemy. With two "Boom, Boom" sounds, the Kunen shield protecting the body was shattered one after another. Roy took a step to the side and shook off a bunch of burnt black hair on his temples. Then it collided with the black shadow like a cannonball.

The witcher seized the opportunity to attack.

Perhaps the black shadow's spirituality was not perfect enough, so his reaction was too slow. In the demon hunter's hand, Arondette drew a silver arc from bottom to top and struck the black shadow's chest!

A little spark flew in the air, and the black shadow blocked the incoming sword beautifully and quickly. The power from the sword was evenly matched.

But Roy changed his move first and turned his wrist. Arondette pressed against the dark spine of the sword and slid it upward, instantly cutting off one of his right ears.

Scatters into the air and turns into black smoke.

Pain distracts most people.

But the black shadow felt no pain, and there was no hesitation in his movements. Alder pushed back the demon hunter who had exhausted all his strength, then jumped forward with his bow legs and stabbed him in the throat.

Roy used his left toe as the center of gravity and rotated his body like a top. Arondette followed the inertia and slapped away the thrusting black sword blade, then whittled it into a thorn and pointed it at the enemy's chest.

"锵!"

The black sword was firmly pressed against the silver sword, entangled in a ball, and slowly turning clockwise.

A waterfall of sparks poured out from between the rotating blades, like a working steel "millstone".

"锵!"

The sword blades separated, and the two figures quickly crossed each other again, swinging their swords, blocking, dodging, and fighting dozens of times.

There are no fancy feints, the moves are deadly, and the sword stabs the vital parts of the body.

A series of metal friction and collisions, and harsh air explosions.

The demon hunter turned around again to avoid the black shadow's sword blade, roared, and stabbed the black shadow's neck fiercely. The black sword in the latter's palm drew a semicircle, swung away his attack, and sliced Toward the lower abdomen.

Roy jumped back helplessly and took a deep breath.

The dripping sweat stained his face, chin, and neck. His black hair was soaked and steaming with heat.

In just one minute of fighting, the physical exertion was beyond imagination.

The clone created by Odim not only has the same physical quality as him, but also inherited the combat consciousness, on-the-spot reaction, and some habits in movements from the past, so it can easily judge all the attack intentions of the demon hunter.

Of course, Roy also understood his pattern of using the sword.

The two sides are like old acquaintances who have fought against each other hundreds of times. The fighting is getting more and more intense, but no one can do anything about the other, causing the situation to reach a stalemate.

This is the situation he least wants to see. There is not much time left and must be resolved quickly.

When he thought of this, the demon hunter gritted his teeth, simply gave up his defense, leaned forward and rushed into the arms of the black shadow, the tip of his sword trembled, and he stabbed diagonally.

The latter did not dodge this life-threatening sword, and his right abdomen was pierced, but he did not flinch, and the sword pierced Roy's thigh in exchange for injury.

Warm blood spattered out, and for a moment, both swords were stuck in the wound.

The bodies of the two mortal enemies are almost touching!

Dark Gold’s pupils flashed with blood!

Shocked!

Countless **** moves entangled the black shadow's body. It was fixed in place, but its pupils did not change - even though it copied most of the demon hunter's abilities, it could not copy the template-optimized skills.

The outcome is decided!

Arondette pulled out the wound and struck it horizontally as fast as lightning.

"Shua——"

The black shadow's body and head separated, turned into a burst of smoke, and dissipated in the air.

"Kill Roy (fake), experience value +180, I win the demon hunter... An impostor is an impostor!" An ugly smile appeared on Roy's cheeks that were distorted by severe pain.

His condition is extremely bad.

There were several dents in the armor of the flying lion monster that protected the waist and abdomen. Without looking at him, he knew that the skin inside the armor must be covered with purple bruises.

A light touch will cause a burning sting that goes deep into the bone marrow.

The demon hunter wailed and spat out a mouthful of blood. The fragments of flesh and blood mixed with it were clearly visible, and even his internal organs were severely damaged.

But he can't stop, the end is in sight.

Ten minutes left.

"Activate!"

A hint of coolness enveloped the body, and most of the minor injuries dissipated in an instant.

The witcher barely supported his shaky body, tore up his underwear and tied the penetrating wound on his thigh tightly, used Arondette as a crutch, dragged his injured thigh, and staggered away from the villa like a drunkard. 's door.

The inside of the villa is far less refined and luxurious than it looks from the outside. It looks like the living room on the first floor of a popular pub, with several tables, tableware, and cabinets.

A candle was lit on each table, and the dim candlelight illuminated a staircase sloping downward in the center of the hall.

The witcher dragged his seriously injured body down the stairs without thinking, and entered a dark and narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor, a diamond-shaped mirror with a brass edge came into view.

"Touching and playing with will make you lose your mind, but no attack can hurt me."

Roy people chant loudly,

"Children are happy when they see me, elders are afraid of me, and girls can't take their eyes off me."

"You can speak, and so can I; but you have a voice, and I am silent, so I have no time to open and close my lips."

“I cry when you cry, I follow anyone who yawns, and I smile proudly when I show my teeth...”

Roy walked to the middle of the corridor and stared at the mirror,

"Imitate my movements and reflect my appearance. The answer is the reflection in the mirror. Gunter O'Dimm, are you hiding here?"

"Hahahaha..." Odim's maniacal laughter echoed in the corridor. Suddenly, the demon hunter felt that his feet were empty. The entire floor sank and collapsed in an instant, and he leaked to the underground floor.

I can no longer see the mirror at the end of the corridor!

"Man, although your current situation is very pitiful, you don't really think it's that simple, do you?"

The witcher gritted his teeth and climbed up from the ruins of dust and rubble, his expression still calm, and he did not seem to be sad about the lost mirror.

He had already expected it and walked along the underground corridor to the outside, a square behind the villa.

The first thing you see is a broken wall. The square tiles covering the ground are weathered, covered with thick dust and mottled scratches. The floor in the center seems to have been ravaged by an earthquake, with a bottomless crack opened. .

Around the square~IndoMTL.com~three spiral staircases connect three tall towers. The witcher could vaguely see the mirrors in the tower, not just one, but several.

He tried dragging his seriously injured body to chase the nearest one, but when the mirror was within reach, it shattered.

Gunt Odim, who was hiding somewhere, played a trick and kept taunting smugly, "Hahahaha, I scored another point!"

Roy silently changed directions and came to the fountain pool in the center of the square. The pool had long since dried up, and a bright red mirror stood in the center.

As expected, when his hand almost touched the mirror, the mirror broke into sand again.

"Witcher, have you ever felt that your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and you feel the feeling of despair? Give up, you can get rid of it sooner."

"You can shatter glass," Roy roared into the air, "but there's always a mirror you can't destroy!"

"Then look carefully, maybe you can find it..."