The Divine Hunter Chapter 9: Hands on

It was already late at night when the stars and moon were dim when the two made up their mind, and in a few hours they would be able to enjoy the beautiful sunrise over the Powis Wilderness.

They were worried that the "fat pig" in Pamela's record would arrive too quickly, so they gave up their meditation and rest, traveled through the stars and nights with the two remains, and rode wildly.

Along the way, the horse dragged a pine branch behind its **** and swept away the continuous hoof prints in the snow.

They ran from the bright moon to the sky where a touch of fish belly white appeared, and the morning light was rising.

Stop in the woods ten miles away from the Lebiuda Temple and dismount.

"One of the two cursed people is a lycanthrope with an extraordinary sense of smell. We are going to get in there and have a big fight. We must first eliminate the body odor to avoid alerting the snake!"

"Apply the deodorizing powder all over your body, even your little brother!"

Karl poured out the light yellow powder from a snake-neck bottle, rubbed it evenly in the palm of his hand, and then quickly applied it to his face, hands, and skin everywhere, including the close-fitting leather armor and weapons.

Scorpion and Wilt were not spared either, and their shiny fur turned into a coquettish light yellow. Two pairs of black eyes were full of resentment.

"Is this thing useful?"

Arkham questioned, but his hand movements were not slow, wiping his armpits and then crotch, his posture was funny, like a madman taking a bath in the cold winter field in the morning.

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"Produced by the master of Kalkstan, it must be a high-quality product. The deodorizing powder is combined with the seals of Quen and Helio. It has triple protection. Even if a dog's nose is in front of us, he can't smell anything!"

After speaking, Karl carefully led his mount into the dense kale bushes, hit the two big heads one after another with An Shen Yakxi, and covered them with shrubs to block them.

……

To deal with the priests of the God of Evil Omens, this preparation is naturally not enough.

The two of them checked the various materials on their bodies again. The two of them went thousands of miles away to experience alone. This was the first time among all the apprentices. They received absolute attention from the brothers. The ordinary magicians Medicines, life potions, magic potions, alchemical bombs, silent cloaks, you name it.

In order to ensure that the trip was foolproof and that the two cubs would not encounter a strong enemy midway, the master demon hunter even spent a lot of money to equip the two of them with the most high-end magic potion, a high-level vampire decoction that was rippling with blood. .

And a new generation of incredibly powerful clay bombs.

Without the support of all these abundant resources, even if Arkham has a strong sense of justice, it will not impulsively fight an uncertain war.

But the greatest sense of security for the two of them comes from another trump card

Karl carefully took out a fingernail-sized prismatic crystal that shimmered in multiple colors from his saddle bag.

He raised the crystal and looked at it in the morning light. A drop of dark red blood was swirling in the crystal, lifelike, reflecting a deadly and dreamy color.

"Put it away and crush it in life or death."

Karl stuffed the crystal into Arkham's arms.

"You take it."

"Then I will be the striker?!"

……

Hua Hua

The morning breeze blew through the snowy woodland, and a plump white hare poked its head out from among the silvery gray edelweiss, looking cautiously.

After confirming that the natural enemy was not nearby, the three-petal mouth started to move.

Shua—

Suddenly a gust of breeze passed by behind me.

It thought a natural enemy was coming, froze up, raised its ears, and turned around to look.

There was nothing, no sound, no smell, just two rows of hazy marks on the snow.

Out of sight.

Two cheetah-like figures were galloping like lightning.

……

The journey was smooth and the two of them arrived at the foot of a huge pine tree a hundred meters away from the temple.

They had not closed their eyes for two nights, and coupled with the exhaustion of the carriage and the long journey, even their mutated inhuman physiques felt a little tired.

But the burning fighting spirit suppressed all discomfort.

Arkham leaned against the rough trunk of the pine tree, his pupils looking through the gaps in the forest.

In the open space outside the temple's fence, there were three gorgeous carriages that were completely black, decorated with golden rose patterns, and had light purple silk curtains hanging on the windows.

At the gate of the courtyard, a giant man named Bruqi, wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and a woolen hat, stood with his hands folded on his chest and his back leaning against the carriage, standing guard.

He yawned lazily, with a cold light flashing from time to time as his wide eyes opened and closed, like a lion taking a nap after a meal.

But the witcher's preparations worked, and he didn't notice the peepers in the distance at all.

As for the other guard Dino, priest Daisy, the orphans, and the group of people who got off the carriage, they were probably in a certain room.

……

"Repeat the plan again." Carl patted the shoulder of the man next to him. Akam's face was red and green, his body was trembling due to excitement and nervousness, and the tips of his ears were trembling.

No amount of rhetoric can hide the fact that he is a rookie.

He lowered his voice and repeated with a trembling tone, "Sneak in, seize Priestess Daisy as a hostage, and force her to remove the mark of the God of Omens from the orphans... Man, we are already late, hurry up. !"

"Calm down! In five minutes, I will create a commotion and attract Bruci's attention for you. You only have one chance, so be sure to seize it, brother!"

The two hands shook hands tightly.

Draw the sword and apply double sword oil.

Bobo…

Gulugulu.

All kinds of magic potions were taken.

Golden light and pitch-black shields flickered on the leather armor.

Facing the demon hunters with dark veins on their faces, they split into two groups. Arkham walked around behind the temple, while Carl held his breath and concentrated, like a cat hiding in the grass, standing on tiptoes and walking slowly. Sneak towards the temple entrance.

……

When Karl lurked ten meters in front of the carriage.

Arkham jumped over the backyard fence lightly, moved his ears and nose, and walked to the window behind the dormitory to observe.

The scene before him shocked him.

A dozen thin children were huddled together in the room, looking dazed and spinning slowly in circles. Their lips moved and recited a strange prayer.

"The thread of fate is woven into a web in the ancient gaze... Pain and torture make it strong... Doom and death are driven by it... Your great power calls for impermanence..."

After listening to a few words, Arkham felt impatient and began to lose his mind inexplicably.

What worries him even more is that this group of people exudes a black ripple that is almost visible to the naked eye, like some kind of radiation or ripples on the surface of a lake, stimulating the chaotic energy in the air to fluctuate disorderly.

The pendant attached to the skin of Arkham's chest vibrated wildly, like a bird struggling in a net.

"What is Daisy's purpose?"

Angouleme and the other children were not inside. Akam left quietly and tiptoed to the side of the prayer room.

The dull growls, rapid breathing, and painful screams became louder and louder in his ears.

Through the window grille, under the candlelight in a circle, five thin figures lay on the bright red carpet or in chairs, their limbs spread out weakly, their eyes were dull, and their expressions were pale and numb.

Like puppets that have lost their souls, only a trace of struggle and pain flashing through their empty eyes from time to time proves that they are still alive.

In stark contrast, there are several other middle-aged men with bloated bodies and thick body hair in the hall.

Their words and deeds were unsightly, and in the dim light, they looked like a group of monsters and monsters having a feast.

Beside the altar in the corner, a bald man suppressed Angoulin, pinched her neck from behind with both hands, and pressed her cheek to the ground, watching her struggle and beat the ground like a fish out of water.

The man had an excited grin on his twisted face, and he kept cursing in his mouth.

"Damn girl!"

"Shout, shout for me!"

Priest Daisy, the administrator of the temple, stood immaculately at the entrance of the prayer room, silently watching this horrific atrocity.

A strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Arkham is very familiar with this. Every time he makes progress in daily training, Teacher Cohen will smile like this.

He quietly grasped the hilt of the sword behind his back.

Hurry, Carl!

……

Boom!

A sudden loud noise,

A deafening explosion came from the entrance of the temple, and flames shot into the sky.

A gorgeous carriage caught fire, the flames licking its frame.

The black horse pulling the cart neighed, panicked and dragged the surging waves of fire, collapsing the fence and rushing into the courtyard. The gatekeeper Bulu jumped sideways as nimbly as a big cat, avoiding death. Crash.

The carriage hit the central statue of Lebiuda hard and overturned into the snow.

The wanton firelight illuminated the ferocious face of the bald man. He turned towards the instigator, the demon hunter, who was hiding behind the second carriage not far away. He provoked him and hooked his hand from five meters away.

There was disdain and disdain on his face.

The man was furious ~IndoMTL.com~ bared his sharp white teeth and suddenly jumped forward, as strong as a lion.

It's five meters in one leap.

When he was in mid-air, he had completed his transformation and turned into a strong monster with sharp teeth and sharp claws, a head as big as a lion, human limbs, and a height of more than two meters.

The moment it landed.

Karl jumped to the side with a flash of lightning, jumping far away, spinning the sword in one hand and holding the alchemy bomb in the other.

The demon hunter and the cursed lion man stood opposite each other, with the size difference between a child and an adult.

But he remained unmoved and calmly observed its weaknesses.

The golden mane around its neck flutters in the wind, its bloodshot eyes flash with ferocious light, its huge mouth is filled with venomous fangs, and the barbs on its tongue stand up.

"Witcher, we have obviously spared you once, why do you come back?!"

"There is a road to heaven, but don't take it! I will make it happen for you!"

……

Everyone in the prayer room was stunned by the explosion.

All actions stop.

Arkham did not hesitate, and launched an alder with his left hand, shattering the wooden window.

He jumped up, got into the house, took three steps forward, turned the sword in his hand half a circle, and cut open the flesh on the back of the two men's necks without mercy, cutting off the cervical vertebrae like a knife cutting tofu.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, their eyes widened, their throats groaned, and they fell weakly into the pool of blood.

Most people were still in shock from the explosion and had not recovered.

Only Angoulin turned around with difficulty and saw a figure from behind.

Arkham's tense body rushed towards the priestess at the door like lightning.

The **** silver sword slashed the air.

Yelling in shock and anger.

A huge fluffy claw suddenly popped out from behind the priestess and slapped away the demon hunter's silver sword.

The second lion man jumped into the house and pounced on Arkham!