The Divine Hunter Chapter 44: The decisive battle at Stygaburg
"Son of the ancient bloodline!"
Dark hall.
The words of the four Vilgefortz spoke loudly.
Lydia, who was lying on the sofa, looked at the expressionless demon hunter in shock,
The treasure that Vilgefortz has been painstakingly planning for decades is actually flowing in the body of such a mutant?
"You have the unpredictable power of ancient blood..." The four men looked at the demon hunter and revealed a past incident, "You have a close relationship with Ciri and Geralt. In order to protect her, you chose to marry Lien. This is the opposite..."
"So you once helped Cintra behind Ciri? Glimpsed into the future through clairvoyance, warning them of the Nilfgaardian invasion."
"Leading Cintra to hunt down spies in the city, requesting support from Foltest, contacting the druids of the Skellige Islands in advance to work together to disperse the storm at sea, and setting up an ambush in the Manada Valley..."
"It was you who killed five Nilfgaardian warlocks without a trace!"
"It was you who secretly attacked Marshal Menno Culhorn during the Battle of Cintra!"
"You almost ruined my plan!"
The warlock's eyes are bright.
Roy secretly took a deep breath.
The fingers on the lower back trembled.
With just a few scenes transmitted by Lydia, he turned everything he had done upside down.
As expected of Wigo.
He shook his head and chuckled, "I don't understand what you mean."
"I can't see through your heart or pry into your destiny. This weird ability to conceal is one of the most striking features of Ancient Blood!"
"It's no use denying it!"
"This is a miracle..." Vilgefortz praised again, "According to the information I found from ancient books and documents, the ancient blood is only found in the lineage of Calanthe, the lioness of Sintra, and her ancestors. Flow."
"Then, sir," Roy interrupted suddenly, "why didn't you take action against Calanthe or Pavetta, but chose Ciri."
This is the question he has always had in his heart.
Since Calanthe, Pavetta, and Ciri all have ancient blood in their bodies.
Why did the warlock keep his eye on Ciri, and at the beginning, gave Pavetta to Emhyr as his wife?
……
"It's very simple. The blood concentration of Calanthe and Pavetta is not as good as that of Ciri. I'm afraid this little guy has an atavism, and the concentration of ancient blood has increased abnormally."
"And she is now the most suitable age and has never given birth."
"The first embryo conceived in her belly will inherit the purest ancient blood! This is my goal."
Roy felt a chill in his heart.
Weige’s voice changed,
"And you, a little-known demon hunter, are separated from these three blood people, but you have gained great power."
"How did you do it?"
His expression was feverish and full of desire, indulged in his own rhythm.
"As long as you tell me the answer, I will give you everything you want!"
"Power, money, beauty, power..."
Roy smiled. There was once a man who tempted him like this.
Then he was expelled and kept away from him for ten years.
"I said, it's all thanks to the blood of the sun."
"Witcher, don't be too greedy."
"You want to keep Xili safe." Wei Ge walked slowly, the iron rod spinning flexibly in his hands as if he was doing preparatory activities, "If your method helps me realize my grand plan, she will not be affected. Hurt!"
"After all, the gap in strength between us is as big as the sky. Once a war breaks out, your life will inevitably be in danger." His words were so confident that he was arrogant.
"You help me get the ancient blood, and we work together to control the world like picking something out of a bag."
"No, not just the current world, but also other worlds, we can start this journey to another world side by side!"
"The strongest mage matches the strongest demon hunter."
"Do you feel it?" Wei Ge said excitedly with a brilliant smile on his face. "What a glorious prospect this is!"
……
"Sorry, I refuse." Roy looked at the mage with deep fear and a hint of contempt.
"Why do you look so strange? Have you peeked into the secret of the castle again, my laboratory?"
Roy defaults.
Weige circled around him as if he suddenly understood, and said earnestly, "Roy, you should know that people are naturally divided into three, six, and nine grades."
"People with power can not only control their own destiny, but also control the life and death of others."
"This is the unchanging truth of the world."
"Although the women in my laboratory were weak and pitiful, many died, but their sacrifices allowed me to successfully establish a method for extracting ancient blood."
"Their deaths are very meaningful!"
Wilgefortz's tone was full of reason.
"You, as a son of the ancient bloodline, don't let overflowing sympathy affect your ambition and will."
"This argument sounds reasonable." Roy nodded, then shook his head, "Unfortunately, one crucial thing is missing."
"What?" The four warlocks raised their eyebrows and leaned forward slightly, showing an attitude of listening attentively.
"Human nature." Roy looked directly at the mage on his left hand, his fingers clicking together, "Wige Fortz, do you think you are a god? Why do you deprive an unrelated person of his right to survive? Innocent women are captured, forced to give birth to offspring, harmed and tortured...just to establish your cruel theory! You have gone crazy!"
Weige was not angry, but instead smiled slightly, with mockery in his smile, "Did I hear you right? You, a wandering mutant, are discussing human nature with me, a master of magic and a member of the Wizarding Council."
"What a noble virtue."
"What happened in Novigrad hasn't made you realize the reality yet?!"
"You talk about human nature to those ordinary people."
"But they regard you as a ferocious beast and insult you with insults and prejudice!"
"In that case, why don't you help them?"
"Fuck humanity!"
"This is just an excuse for your own cowardice!"
"Son of ancient blood, you should not be bound by it. Life is a chess game. Since you are qualified to be a chess player, then devote yourself to it and don't be influenced by foreign objects." Four warlocks surrounded Roy, And it was very close to him, almost stepping into the cordon. He held the iron rod with one hand and stretched out his other hand towards the demon hunter.
"Join me, let go of your hands and feet, and do something great with me that will shock the world!"
"Don't worry, you are not a virgin, or even a woman, so naturally you cannot provide me with embryos. The theories I have painstakingly studied have no effect on you, and I will not hurt you."
……
"Wilgefortz, your suggestion is very tempting." Roy covered his face and took a deep breath and said sincerely, his heartbeat and hesitation undisguised on his face,
What if the person he met when he first came to this world was not Leisuo but Vigo.
Under the guidance of this powerful, arrogant, and extremely egotistical mage, he may embark on a completely different path.
But right now, there is no other choice.
"But I refuse."
"Why?"
"Because I have friends, relatives, and people I love. Love is the bottom line of human nature, but you let me throw it away?"
"I'm worried that once you lose your bottom line, you'll never be able to look back." There was a hint of struggle in Roy's tone.
"Aha? I understand now, you are too young and naive! You cannot recognize the reality!" The mage looked at the demon hunter on the sofa, his tone unquestionable, "You need a life mentor to guide you. ”
"How about I do it?"
Looking at each other.
A pair of dark eyes full of ambition and desire.
A fire ignited in a pair of heterochromatic pupils, fed by abundant fighting spirit!
The dim fortress, the strong wind blows!
The fire crackled in the fireplace.
A squirming, leaping, devil-like **** shadow is projected on the wall!
A huge octopus jumped out from under the feet of the six people near the sofa.
Hulala—
Wielding endless, elastic, blood-colored arms and legs that contract with suckers.
The four mages who surrounded Roy maintained confident expressions on their faces, but were caught off guard and turned into a cocoon of blood.
"Shua—"
The air was torn apart.
A scarlet sword light passed through the air.
The four figures under the blood cocoon split into two instantly.
But not a drop of blood was splashed.
There is only the brokenness and disillusionment of "bobobo". The four Vilgefortz were like bubbles that were popped, reflections in the water that were disturbed.
Turn into nothingness.
The four figures are all illusions that are fake and real.
The demon hunter's heart sank, his five fingers were continuously outlined, golden and dark shields enveloped his whole body, and the kaleidoscope-like halo of Arden flowed under his feet. He clenched the sword blade and stood in the center of the hall. Search around with all your eyes.
Empty walls, fire, candlesticks, sofa, dining table.
Lydia was severely injured and unable to move.
But there is no him.
"Haha, Roy, why don't you listen?"
Wilgefortz's joking voice came from all directions in the hall, echoing endlessly.
It's like he has countless clones, he is everywhere.
"You think you can kill me by chopping vegetables and melons, killing elf warlocks, and killing Riens?"
"You know, here and now, in my Styga Castle, what you are doing is sailing against the current, peeing into the wind...and now, peeing into the tornado."
"I will revive you with great mercy."
"Let you clearly understand the gap, and I will also see how far your ancient blood has developed."
Thunder exploded, and then several dazzling flashes of light illuminated the entire hall, like a thunder snake flying through the air!
The sofa was like a canoe overturned by a storm and hit the wall hard, upside down.
The sorceress Lydia was buried inside, groaning in pain and becoming silent.
The protective shield on Roy's body fell apart in an instant.
In a flash of lightning, before he was completely paralyzed, he pulled the trigger.
Whoosh
The bowstring vibrates.
The crossbow arrow flew through the air, sparks flying, and a dark alloy iron rod swung through the air like lightning, then disappeared.
But he accurately knocked the crossbow arrow away.
At the same time, the demon hunter, whose body was smoking, disappeared from the center of the thunder explosion and appeared at the top of the stairs.
The posture is like a stretched bow, holding Arondette with both hands by his face, like an arrow leaving the string!
The tip of the sword was pointed at a vague figure at the top of the stairs.
The ever-changing **** halo lingered behind him, like a giant scarlet python, its thick torso curling in front of him along with the sword.
Wilgefortz was not too far away, holding an iron rod in his right hand, making a simple gesture with his left hand, and roaring flames came out of his hand.
The majestic magic power surged.
The overwhelming flames exploded in front of Roy.
The flame dragon swallowed him whole.
"Bang!"
A huge explosion resounded through the hall, and dust and debris fell from the ceiling.
Roy's body seemed to have been hit by a battering ram, and was thrown violently, hitting the stone wall of the hall. A large spiderweb-like crack appeared on the granite, and the oil painting "First Landing" fell to the ground with a clang!
The acrid smell of smoke filled the hall.
He fell to the ground weakly, spitting out a mouthful of blood from his cracked lips.
My limbs were trembling, and the skin all over my body was charred and red, and white smoke was emitting as if it had been roasted.
In the template, the health value was shockingly reduced by two-thirds.
But the witcher finally found the wizard's true identity.
My eyes turned.
The gem mark instantly hung on Wei Ge's body.
"Alas!" The figure standing at the top of the stairs shook his head, holding a sizzling lightning ball in his left hand, "Roy, as I said before, I have already analyzed you."
"And you know nothing about my strength... In the entire north, I have not encountered an opponent for more than thirty years."
"That's why I say, the world is boring."
"In fact, I have 355 spells at my disposal, with tens of thousands of combinations that can kill you."
"There are so many ways that you can neither survive nor die!"
"Why can't we cooperate obediently, but we have to suffer all the hardship?!"
"Well..."
The demon hunter groaned and rolled his body to the side to avoid the electric ball.
The electric arc splashed against the wall and splashed on the leather armor on his back, causing his figure to tremble.
Activate!
A warm feeling suddenly surged out of his limbs.
The dried up vitality was instantly filled up.
The burnt and red skin is visibly restored to its original state!
"Tsk, tsk!"
Weige admired.
The five fingers of the witcher are outlined.
The dark Kelamp Seal quickly solidified, and an illusion that looked exactly like him jumped out of the torrent of magic power and stood in front of him.
"Bang!"
However, the clone had no time to take over the crossbow.
Amidst the roar, the ground beneath my feet shook.
Wego's hands emitted colorful lights, fireballs, lightning, and strong winds, intertwined into a neon circle of light that was connected end to end and constantly rotating, surging forward.
Swamped the illusion, shattered like glass!
A huge black shadow followed closely behind, carrying the magic and tearing the aperture into pieces.
The armored black dragon swayed its long and ferocious conical tail with bone spurs, and the columns supporting the ceiling were torn apart.
The ground looked like soil that had been plowed by a hoe, overturned, damaged, and full of pits.
Furniture, decorations, dust, crystal lamps on the ceiling, were blown around by the strong wind stirred by dragon wings, overturned, and fell.
The dragon's head was filled with blood and its mouth was filled with anger.
The demon hunter charged with a sword, his black hair was singed by the flames, large blisters on his face intertwined with black blood vessels, the bone-like blade made a high-pitched sound like a war song, and his heterochromatic pupils locked on the stairs and stood proudly The mage.
Take a deep breath
"Vos!"
Sound wave cleansing!
Beams cracked, walls trembled, and window glass shattered and poured out.
The mage seemed to be hit by the dragon's roar.
The smile in his eyes faded.
The expression was in a trance for an instant.
This trance.
The black dragon has already rushed in front of him.
Shocked!
The demon hunter’s pupils reflected the boundless color of blood,
A turbulent **** ocean emerged in the void.
The tentacles that connected the sky and the earth tore up the sea surface, and a terrifying octopus with serrated teeth, suckers, and waving thousands of tentacles jumped out of the sea.
Zi Zi.
The air in the hall was filled with thick blood.
The octopus entangled Wilgefortz.
Shrink, squeeze!
"Bang!"
A big hole was opened in the corridor by a black dragon shape.
The sharp blade penetrates the flesh.
Alondette penetrated both the man and his tentacles, nailing him to the stone steps behind him.
And the demon hunter captured Gu Weisir with his left hand.
Hit horizontally and slashed out a half-moon shaped **** sword energy.
Blood light illuminated the entire hall.
The blood cocoon split into two.
A terrifying crack was ripped out of the stone steps.
But the devil hunter, who was in a mess, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave!
No experience tips!
The mark suddenly disappears!
He was short.
Preparing to roll on the ground.
Immediately, a huge amount of magical energy overwhelmed his body.
A numbingly dense density of pale, ulcerated arms emerged from the air around him, like undead crawling out of hell, entangled in the demon hunter's thighs with a horrifying wail.
"Bang!"
Immediately afterwards, there was wind in the back of my head.
Roy tried his best to deflect his body, but still couldn't avoid this extremely fast blow.
There was a sharp pain on the side of my face.
He fell face to face on the stone staircase,
The bridge of my nose was broken and my brain was buzzing.
The body slipped down.
The mage who appeared ghostly behind him swung the six-foot iron rod in his hand with astonishing agility.
"Bang bang bang!"
The sticks flew around like a whirlwind and a dragonfly touching water.
The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed in the hall.
The mage broke off the demon hunter's limbs, turned his hands over, and the invisible magic turned him around.
He was lying there, as if a dyeing shop had opened on his face, red, green... extremely miserable.
He was breathing heavily, like a fish that had been out of water for too long ~IndoMTL.com~ and was about to suffocate.
"Roy, my good friend,"
Wilgefortz folded his hands on his chest, admiring this scene from a high position, with a trace of regret in his eyes,
"Is this all your trump card? Unfortunately, it's too far off. You still have too little combat experience and can't even tell the difference between real and fake. Although my original spells are better at confusing fake ones with real ones than ordinary spells."
His tone was full of regret and concern, as if he couldn't bear the suffering of the younger generation.
"Have you suffered enough?"
"Have you achieved enlightenment through physical pain?"
"I admit, I admire you because of your foresight in the Witcher, your noble bloodline, and your fighting power at your age. They are not inferior to me. I see another version of myself in you. ."
"But my patience with you has its limits. If you are still stubborn!"
"You will disappear from the list of equal cooperation and become an experimental subject with no personal freedom."
"Gulu..."
The witcher's heterochromatic pupils stared at him.
A forgotten acorn was transmitted along the space into his mouth.
Roy's throat moved and he made a subtle swallowing movement.
The forgotten acorn slipped into the belly.
The surge of vitality instantly enveloped his severely injured and disabled body!
The template flashes green light crazily.
You consumed the Forgotten Acorn.
When the constitution reaches 25 points, you are immune to poison and gain enhancement.
Physique: 25→30
Health: 100/330→380/380
Magic value: 200/310→310/310
All injuries were healed.
……
Fingers clenched into fists.
He looked at Wilgefortz.
Amid the murderous intent, several huge shadows were summoned to fall from the sky!