The Divine Hunter Chapter 10: A killing spree!
Alphonse Wiley's room.
The dim magic lamp illuminated several faces with different expressions.
Roy looked at them out of the corner of his eye - five well-equipped thugs whose melee attributes were better than the two dozen bodyguards outside the house.
A warlock is exactly the man named Chester whom we saw last time at the Vanilla Hotel. The silver ankh around his neck sparkles with magic light. Seventy-five years old is still young, and as far as his skills are concerned, his magic skills are not very advanced.
At least far inferior to Rita Nieder.
Five bodyguards and the warlock respectfully guarded the boss not far away.
Screen visitors with alert eyes.
The skirt under the armor is held up high by muscles, maintaining the most conducive posture for shooting.
Obviously, the leader of the Willy Gang was guarding himself from the beginning to the end.
"Master Roy, sit down wherever you want..."
"Tell me frankly, do you have any unspeakable secrets that you have to discuss with me face to face?"
A hoarse voice like a file sounded, and the man turned his chair and turned his head, revealing a thin, gloomy face.
The long and narrow eye slits hide deep madness, and the hooked nose and thin lips make him look extremely mean.
The pale cheeks have dark circles and red spots from excessive indulgence.
Alphonse Willy
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Identity: Boss of the Willy Gang (single-handedly developing the Willy Gang from a small ant-like gang to a giant in Novigrad, one of the four major gangs, and has maintained its rule for twelve years), poet
……
"If you suffer from some strange disease, I can invite the most outstanding doctors in the whole north; if you want to find someone, mobilize the power of the entire gang, search Novigrad, and dig deep to find it for you. But you have to represent the Willy Gang and win the Fist of Fury in the near future!"
"Boss Alphonse, the next words involve personal matters." Roy shook his head and glanced at the bodyguards, "Can you lend me a moment to speak?"
"Don't worry, except for Master Chester, they are all children I have raised since childhood. They are absolutely loyal and tight-lipped." Alphonse lay paralyzed in the swivel chair, tapping his index finger rhythmically on the desk, "Even if I die, I will not reveal your secret. I guarantee it with the honor of the Willy family."
"If you insist on such an unreasonable request..." The man rested his elbows on the table and supported his chin with the backs of his overlapping hands. He stared at the witcher and emphasized his tone, "I can only think you have ulterior motives!"
"That's what you say." Roy shrugged and sat down on the chair opposite, separated by a desk, his dark gold pupils unblinking, "Boss Alphonse, this time I want to ask you a question in person."
"Tell me about it."
Roy took a deep breath and questioned word by word,
"If I had not returned to Novigrad, what would have happened to Old Moore and the others? They would have been tortured and tortured to death by you, and then become the protagonists of your next non-rhyming, nonsense poem?"
"Shua——"
In an instant, the sword was unsheathed, and five bodyguards surrounded Roy, snorting heavily from their nostrils and glaring at him angrily,
"Demon hunter, I only warn you once, never insult my hard work, not even a word!" Alphonse took a deep breath, the anger on his face flashed away, and he raised his trembling index finger in front of the demon hunter. Shaking, almost poking him in the face, spittle flew everywhere, "The guy who did this last time was thrown into the sea and planted a nest of corals. Do you want to go down and keep her company?!"
The witcher's face was expressionless.
"Huh... Now back to the topic, did you misunderstand? The three sinners who bullied Old Moore have been punished as they deserve. You have seen your hands and tongues. Aren't you still dissatisfied and insist on taking them? life?"
"This is different from what I heard from you." Roy raised his face slightly, "Before this, those three Vincent guys clearly told me that you assigned them to torture old Moore. ."
Alphonse was silent for two seconds, then suddenly sneered,
"Why do witchers always like to get to the bottom of things, which is unnecessary."
He squinted his eyes and shook his head in disdain,
"What can you do if you know the truth?! You are so young and want to commit suicide?"
"Are you willing to go against the gang for an insignificant person?" Alphonse's slender eyes flashed with cold light as he asked questions repeatedly and described the beauty, "As long as you cooperate with me, beauty, status, and wealth are all yours. Use it. When you win the game and get the ownership of that unclaimed land, you can also get a share of the pie and develop a personal industry."
"From now on, I no longer have to wade through stinky ditches, go into poor countryside to keep company with water ghosts, and accept dirty and dangerous commissions for a hundred or two hundred crowns!"
"Working hard to the death, no dignity!"
It must be said that this condition is quite attractive to any demon hunter.
"A simple account, even a born imbecile can figure it out. Do you have to be a fool and have trouble with money?"
After Alphonse finished speaking, he collapsed backwards in the swivel chair.
"One last piece of advice, except money, everything in this world will go bad!"
"A tempting offer, but I'm sorry, I only have one purpose for coming to see you this time -" Roy sat on the chair and looked around. The five bodyguards close at hand pressed the hilts of their swords, ready to launch at any time. With a strike of thunder, the warlock guarded Alphonse, his magic power surged, and his fingertips were filled with the glow of the elements...
He suddenly smiled, and the dark gold pupils shrank into prismatic shapes, like a poisonous snake that locked onto its prey and coiled its body.
“It’s your mother’s fault!”
Shocked!
The five guards who were staring at them trembled for an instant, their irises reflected ferocious and wriggling tentacles, their expressions were horrified, and they lost control of their bodies.
The demon hunter suddenly stretched out his hand, and with his slender and powerful palm, he pulled out a bright sword blade as thin as a cicada's wing.
Twisted.
"Shua——"
A half-moon shaped horse appeared, and five blood flowers bloomed.
The five big men covered their necks with blood gushing out, and fell down without saying a word. The neat and gorgeous desk was stained with scarlet.
Alphonse Willy, who had been in the killing field for a long time and had been assassinated countless times, pushed the edge of the table without any hesitation and slid back in his swivel chair.
Beside him, the warlock Chester took a step forward, scorching flames emerged from his palms, and a destructive fireball was about to take shape.
"Whoosh——"
In a moment, the demon hunter grabbed another crossbow out of thin air.
Pull the trigger and shoot an arrow in the face, the tail feathers swaying like a meteor.
The arrow hit the warlock right in the neck.
With a "pop" sound, the light blue translucent magic shield trembled slightly and returned to normal.
One arrow is not enough to break the shield.
But Chester had no time to be happy, and his expression instantly froze.
Although the arrow was bounced away, there was an unprecedented strange power coming from it, penetrating the shield and enchanted robe unimpeded, as if a bolt of lightning struck the soul.
Chester's eyes turned white, and he fell into a strange dullness and dizziness.
The fireball technique being cast was completely interrupted, the flame in his palm went out, and the huge backlash caused blood to ooze from his orifices, and he groaned.
"Shua——"
The demon hunter jumped and landed lightly, and Gu Weisier cut a straight line horizontally.
Heads flew away.
The splattered blood watered a flower of flesh and blood on the wall embroidered with elegant patterns.
"Killing Chester, experience value +120, the demon hunter had already escaped from the door. The gang boss looked at him out of the corner of his eye, and he was stunned——
The witcher is shaped like a bow, facing in his direction, with Gurwishir lying on the side of his face, like a sharp horn.
The blood flowed under his feet, squirming like a living thing, forming a sticky blood puddle, spreading upwards, covering his whole body.
Hazy, it seemed as if there was a layer of blood-colored flames covering the demon hunter standing with a sword, and he looked like a blood-colored human figure wearing a terrifying armor.
The blood light is distorted, and the will to kill is substantive under the effect of "suppression". The terrifying scarlet tentacles protrude from the void, hiding behind the demon hunter, constantly swaying and swinging.
Spreading whispers of fear and despair.
When Alphonse Willy saw this scene, he felt dizzy, his chest felt tight, and he felt like vomiting. Past memories and various afterimages appeared in front of his eyes uncontrollably.
Those poor people who he used the power of the Willy Gang to cruelly extort, toy with, and torture until their families were broken up and their families were destroyed, and they eventually died without their bodies intact...the cowardly and incompetent ordinary people who crawled at his feet and howled melodiously.
At this moment, the **** flames jumped out and turned into a life-seeking ghost. It rushed towards him with its teeth and claws, pulling and biting!
"Ah! Don't, don't come over!"
Alphonse was so frightened that he burst into tears. He could no longer maintain his composure, opened the door to the courtyard and ran out of the house!
The ghostly figure tapped its toes and chased after him in two steps.
"Wha—" The long sword stabbed at an angle and penetrated the back of the head, pinning the gangster in mid-air like a barbecue on a shelf.
“Kill Alphonse Willy, experience +20, the witcher draws his sword.
The witcher turned his wrist, shook the body away, and shook the blood off his sword.
Strode into the corridor.
At the corner of the stairs, two Willies rushed toward them one after another, waving swords and hammers, shouting.
Roy did not dodge, but faced the incoming sword blade. He stepped forward to the right, and Gurwishir moved against the direction of the attack.
Swords clash.
The demon hunter's strength and skill were superior. He removed the opponent's sword blade, the tip of the sword pressed against the spine of the sword first, and stabbed into the soft neck.
"Plop," one person fell to the ground, and the expensive Opel carpet was dyed red with dirty blood.
The latecomer's hammer danced into the air, and suddenly his movements froze, his eyes widened, and his face looked horrified, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
His pupils reflected the color of blood, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
Without any hesitation, the witcher grabbed the ground with his toes and leaned forward to thrust.
"Shua——"
The blade of the sword is impartial, touching the gap in the helmet and disappearing.
The hammer man looked like a sunken wooden ship. His right eye was stained with blood. He lowered his head and knelt forward.
“It turns out that suppression has such a great impact on ordinary people with low willpower.”
The witcher walked towards the second floor.
……
On the other side, on top of the towering and solid wall of Willie Manor, a big man with amber eyes crouched in the rain. His hand was empty, and the sword blade he was holding suddenly disappeared.
As if he got some kind of signal, he grinned, took the two figures around him, abandoned the body next to the sentry tower, and jumped into the manor brazenly.
Through the dense rain waterfall.
The armed men wandering outside the building noticed the movement, greeted each other and rushed over.
The three demon hunters collided with dozens of manor guards.
Like a wolf among sheep.
"Wow——"
The steel sword was unsheathed, and Oaks made a big leap into the center of the crowd, twisting and slashing!
A stunning arc of light flashed in mid-air, and the sword edge slashed across their bodies.
"Wow——"
Blood sprayed.
The body, split into two parts, fell to the slippery ground.
…
Flius rotated his body, and at the same time, like a master of dance, he moved his steps gracefully. The blade advanced and rotated with the steps, turning into a moving whirlwind of death.
British sword light rippled across the sky, and anyone within two meters of the body who was touched by the sword wind would have their legs and hands broken, and they would scream to death.
…
"Bang—"
Serrit suddenly pushed forward with his left hand.
Alder shattered the air, his magic power tore through the defense line, and the fan-shaped area ahead was cleared of the surrounding crowd in an instant.
He lunged forward again, taking advantage of the moment when the thug's body was unbalanced, and thrust the steel sword in his right hand forward, stabbing an eyeball.
"Shua——" He drew his sword and swung it sideways at the same time, severing the second man's neck.
Serrit exhaled slowly, the long sword stood upright on the side of his face, his eyes were like lightning ~IndoMTL.com~ and he penetrated the human wall with force.
……
On the other side, the bald man who was talking to the butler Bogot suddenly changed his expression.
"That's the end of the conversation... Mr. Bogut, your time is up,"
"What do you mean by that?" The man sitting opposite was talking excitedly. He felt his mouth was dry and took a sip of hot tea. Then he perked up his ears and his face changed. "Wait a minute, what's going on outside?" Sound?"
"It's time for you to hit the road!"
At the end of Bogot's life, he only heard a sigh, and then his eyes blurred.
The world was spinning, and he rose into the air. Below him was a headless corpse spurting blood.
……
In the manor, a fierce **** battle suddenly broke out.
But the loud shouts of killing, the sound of sharp blades piercing flesh, and the splatters of blood were all drowned out by a heavy rain.