The Divine Hunter Chapter 10: Beheading and mutation
The peace of the temple was completely broken.
In the wide courtyard, jagged flames burst out wildly, causing the carriage to turn into charred charcoal. The white snow covering the ground sublimated into misty steam in the high temperature, and the sunlight refracted the psychedelic seven-color light.
The statue of the prophet tilted at thirty degrees shimmered with flames, and the horse lying on the cold snow twitched and howled.
The dark eyes overflowed with despair!
No words.
Demon hunters and monsters fight to the death.
Click!
A Dragon Dream detonated next to the tall lion man, and the dancing fire snakes licked the lion man's tattered clothes and golden hair covering his body.
An angry roar erupted, and the surrounding walls shook violently.
It jumped high, its hair stood on end, and two pairs of curved claws swung towards the witcher. The flames swayed wildly in the strong wind, and were extinguished by the gas ejected from its pores in the blink of an eye.
Karl jumped to the side keenly, like a matador lifting a red cloth, turning quickly with his left foot as the center of gravity.
The lion-man Bruqi just passed him by.
But the feline's god-level reflexes caused it to stretch out its sharp claws sideways at the moment of misalignment.
Boom!
Quen's shield was instantly annihilated, and Karl stumbled involuntarily.
It took the opportunity to turn around, stretched out its neck, opened its huge mouth, and its venomous fangs clicked together. It was only one step away from the demon hunter's neck, and the foul-smelling spittle had already sprayed into his face. superior.
Bang!
As Karl jumped back, he pushed out an Alder with his palm, blasting away the behemoth in front of him, dragging a meter-long trace on the snow.
However, its dexterity was not inferior to its strength. It did not lose its balance after the blow and pounced forward again.
Karl bent his knees, the purple Arden array lit up under his body, and the sword in his hand was pointed directly at the lion man's left chest and heart.
Under the illumination of flames, water vapor and sunlight, a hint of determination flashed across his handsome face with blood vessels twisted like earthworms.
He faced the black shadow rushing down from above and the offensive from the top of the mountain.
The body is like an arrow, and the silver sword stabs!
Bang!
Gold and iron clash.
The friction between the hard and sharp nails and the metal produced a large waterfall of sparks.
The two sides separated, but Karl took three steps back, swayed, and almost didn't fall.
The lion man is just a small step back.
The next second, two opponents with amazing reflexes and balance launched another attack.
The lion man's thick arms moved forward with a gust of fishy wind, trying to capture the demon hunter's "petite" body.
But countless dodge training and the Yarden Seal saved him.
Karl shortened his body, like a mink trying to avoid the bite of a bobcat, and walked around from its left armpit to its back.
Arm muscles bulge and thrust with all strength.
Pfft!
Blood spattered, and half of the sword tip pierced the lion man's back, and got stuck in the rock-hard muscle, unable to be pulled out for a while.
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Silver, cursed sword oil, and tetrodotoxin flowed into the lion man's wounds along the blood.
The flames sizzle and smoke.
It stiffened due to the severe pain, and turned around to fight back slowly.
Opportunity!
The witcher decisively let go of the hilt of the sword, but did not retreat immediately. Instead, he risked following the direction it turned and made a quick half-circle, like a cunning hyena sneaking around the lion's butt.
The golden lion's mane swinging around the opponent's neck almost brushed his cheek.
Crack!
The witcher's left hand touched its back, and a thumb-sized ball was placed on it, directly facing the heart.
Immediately after that, he pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand and tried hard, but he didn't pull it out for a while!
He was shocked, and then he paid the price for his greed.
Bang!
A suffocating shadow and a terrifying sound of breaking through the air are coming towards you!
An iron tower-like arm hit his chest, and huge force exploded at the junction, as if a powerful bomb had been detonated.
Karl was instantly blown away, his body spanned half of the courtyard, and he hit the statue hard.
The statue that had been tilted by the carriage fell completely.
A ball of blood burst out from the ground, and the poor horse that had been wailing for a long time was directly crushed into rotten flesh.
And the demon hunter lay weakly in Lebi Alda's open arms, his pupils dilated, blood and internal organ fragments spurted out from his nose and mouth, his chest sank horribly, his breath was like gossamer, and his face was like gold paper.
The statue is divided into two, and a statue of a lion-headed spider entangled in a spider web is revealed in the base.
It is opening its mouth wide, greedily sucking the blood flowing from the witcher.
"Breathe in..."
"Stupid and weak mutant, I told you, you are seeking your own death."
"But don't be afraid, death is constant, and the generous Bruzzi will send you back to your place."
The lion man rubbed the top of his head habitually, and let out a weird laugh. He strode up to the demon hunter, and pressed his sharp right claw like a cage against his head with thunderous force, as if he was about to crush a watermelon.
Poof!
Karl suddenly rolled off the statue and landed at the lion-man's feet.
Looking at its back with confused eyes.
It raised its foot at him. The corners of the demon hunter's mouth, which looked like a boneless chicken in the snow, twitched and revealed an ugly smile.
"Goodbye."
He raised his left hand awkwardly, and the Yaksi seal in his palm was reflected in Bruci's blood-filled pupils, which made him lose focus for an instant.
Just half a second.
The second red seal on Karl's right hand shines with dazzling light.
A scorching fire snake roared out, crossing the lion man's left foot from bottom to top, covering the clay bomb behind it!
Bang!
The whole temple trembled.
With a loud noise like the earth was shattering, a large hole exploded in the snow, and dazzling fire rushed through half of the courtyard, turning it into a sea of purgatory fire, but it only lasted for two seconds.
When the fire light dissipates.
With a scarlet silver bottle in the corner of his mouth, the unrecognizable demon hunter stood in the cave, raising his silver sword towards the half-lion who had lost the ability to resist.
A series of miraculous changes took place on his body. The shocking burns began to shed, and skin as white and flawless as a baby grew. The broken bones spontaneously wriggled and corrected, and the wounds and flesh sprouted countless fresh granulations, healing in the blink of an eye.
The lion man was in a completely opposite state. His whole body was blown into two halves by the clay bomb. The area below the chest was torn apart, and two plush thighs were scattered not far away.
But the life force of the cursed person is amazingly tenacious, and he still has one breath left.
The head that was licked black by the flames widened its vertical pupils, staring at the condescending demon hunter with joy and fearlessness.
A cold smile appeared on the face covered with scarlet burns,
"Don't be complacent, the outcome is uncertain...I'm waiting for you in the Great Weaver's web"
唰
The sword fell down.
The huge lion's head flew away and rolled to the ground, leaving a path of bright red blood.
"Go on, old man!"
Karl looked up at the prayer room, took a long breath, and wiped off the blood on the spine of the sword. The words "Kill the evil in the world" seemed to be nourished by some kind of nourishment and became dazzling.
……
A few minutes ago.
Prayer room.
The candle flame kept jumping and trembling in the strong wind.
The lion-man Dino roared, and lifted Arkham five meters away with one claw, knocking a wooden table apart, and a package rolled to the ground behind him.
A few fat men with big bellies were awakened by the roar. They grabbed their clothes and wrapped them around their naked bodies. They rushed to the door screaming for help like women.
The priestess stood there, staring at the intruding witcher with cold eyes, filled with deep malice and resentment.
My lips uttered an obscure curse.
The abused orphans received some kind of order, climbed up from the wet carpets and chairs with dull expressions, and quickly moved closer to Daisy.
The men also looked dumbfounded and lowered their heads.
Only Angoulin was stunned under the altar. Perhaps due to some unknown fate, the package dropped from the demon hunter's back rolled to her feet, revealing two pairs of pale bones.
This is
The sweaty blonde hair trembled on her shoulders, her pupils shrank, and deep sadness appeared on her delicate cheeks. She gritted her teeth and struggled, her facial features were distorted, and her forehead was covered with large beads of sweat, as if she was mediating with some invisible force.
She bit her tongue hard.
The sting woke her up.
She stretched out her hands to hold the package in her arms, tears welling up in her eyes,
"Pamela, Celia, we are together again."
"This time, I will take you away!"
The baggage wrapped tightly around her back. She suddenly grabbed half of the broken sharp table leg and hid it in her pants. Her dark brown eyes flashed with some determination, and her thin body limped toward the door. .
"Bang!"
Arkham outlined a light blue inverted triangle with his left hand, and the torrent of magic pushed away the giant monster that was coming towards him!
He looked around unwillingly, breathing heavily like thunder.
Under this hellishly dim dome, the pressure from all directions stung his nerves like a tide.
The priest and the orphans around him looked at him with hatred as if they were about to skin him and make him breathless.
And the majestic lion-man Dino waved his fangs and claws, releasing the aura of danger and death. It was like an insurmountable chasm, blocking the way of the priestess.
The only thing that can break the situation is bombs, but that will definitely cause countless casualties.
Tick tock.
A drop of cold sweat slid down his chin.
Like a demonic sound filling the brain, Arkham heard a strange voice
Run!
Run away!
The opportunity is gone, you are powerless!
He jumped up suddenly, holding swords in both hands and slashed at the lion man with great speed.
The half-moon shaped sword light fell.
He heard a majestic roar, a cry of pain caused by the contact of sword oil and silver.
Then a huge force came, and the lion man flew him away again, and his sharp claws tore a **** **** on the left side of his face.
And a sword that could split a real lion in half only left a medium-deep sword mark on its tough arm.
You will die!
The palms of my hands that clenched the hilt of the sword were sweating,
The voice of frustration is back.
He noticed Angoulin stumbled back into the crowd, his head hanging down with a dull expression, assimilated by the crowd.
Without any hesitation, he took out the scarlet silver can from his pocket and took a sip without hesitation.
The blood vessels on the young face were horrifyingly prominent, and the blood in his body was rushing like an undercurrent under the sea. He finally suppressed that timid voice.
All surrounding distractions are gone, only the sword in your hand is left, and the enemy in front of you is the only one!
He roared and fought with the lion man with his sword in both hands.
A primitive struggle kicked off, with both sides attacking without any rules and relying solely on instinct.
Arkham turned around and slashed, the sword blade cut open the lion man's waist, and blood poured out from the broken flesh.
At the same time, one of Dino's claws also tore apart the demon hunter's Kunen shield and the aorta between his neck. The splattered blood dyed Arkham's crazy and cruel face red.
But his movements did not pause, as if he had never been injured. He walked around its armpits as nimbly as a cat, thrust up diagonally, and stabbed the armpit.
The lion-man turned around in pain and struck the demon hunter to the ground, but was surprised to find that the huge gap in his neck had healed.
With a wave of his sharp sword, he jumped straight up!
唰唰唰
The two figures collided dizzyingly, exchanging injuries for injuries, desperately trying to inflict wounds on each other.
Like two hungry beasts biting each other crazily!
Every time there was a cruel and decisive attack, there would be vigorous blood and pieces of withered fur and meat rolling down.
No more than ten seconds.
The demon hunter's arms and shoulders were chewed to pieces by the lion man's sharp fangs. Half of his face was licked to pieces by the barbs on his tongue, and his chest was sunken.
The lion man turned into a punctured cowhide water bag, and the wounds like catfish mouths between the thick golden hair spurted red blood.
The blood and flesh piled up in rivers under both sides, and the carpet was soaked and dyed red!
However, the situation has turned.
The abnormal recovery power given by the high-absorption decoction made the demon hunter become braver as he fought, but the lion man's condition declined rapidly due to the gradual accumulation of sword oil toxins in his wounds.
"Black Grayba, I pray to you, asking you to bring down bad luck and envelope my enemies."
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the priestess Daisy clasped her hands on her chest, with a pretty face and began to pray devoutly.
Invisible magic ripples in the prayer room.
Angoulan, who was silently hiding in the crowd, his eyes lit up when he saw this. He quietly took out the "weapon" from his trouser leg, squeezed away his confused companions in front of him, and stabbed the priestess suddenly.
Poof! Blood splatters everywhere!
The table leg stabbed her soft belly, and she wailed as her body stooped like a cooked prawn, barely biting off her tongue, and her prayers stopped.
Angoulin grinned happily, and then stabbed her eye socket with the second stick. A man couldn't help but block Daisy, his neck was pierced by a table leg, and he screamed and fell into the crowd!
…
The painful breathing of the priestess attracted the attention of the lion-man Dino. He gave up on the demon hunter entangled around him, turned around and ran away with his bruised body.
But it made a huge mistake, exposing its back to the witcher defenselessly.
Arkham seized this golden opportunity.
Every subsequent movement is based on instinct that has been tempered over time, and is both precise and deadly!
He quickly pursued in three steps, raised his hands, twisted his neck, spine, waist, and thighs into one force, and thrust out the pinnacle sword to date.
唰
The sword light was like lightning that passed through the air~IndoMTL.com~ hit the lion man's left back and was swept in!
The witcher heard the sound of his heart breaking.
The lion man's huge body froze, like a sailboat destroyed by a sea storm. He covered the hole in his chest, his knees bent weakly, and he knelt down in a pool of blood.
Withdrawing his sword, Arkham took the fourth step.
The terrifying sound of whale sucking sounded in the air, he waved his sword with both hands, and the sword light flashed.
Poof!
The ugly head spurting blood rolled to the feet of the priestess.
The lion-man Dino bleeds from his seven orifices and dies with his eyes open.
There was a moment of dead silence in the prayer room!
Suddenly, invisible green fires ignited in the air.
The pale faces of the children swayed wildly in the cold flames, their bodies twitched like an epileptic fit, their wrists and ankles were stiff, and their joints twisted and buckled strangely, making a series of crackling sounds. , they were undergoing some strange changes, and Angoulan was not spared this time. He stood in front of the priestess like a puppet, twitching crazily.
The priestess raised the **** lion's head and placed it in front of her, replacing her original delicate face, as if she had grown a ferocious lion's head. At the same time, the reflection of eight sharp spider legs appeared on the wall behind her. !
The skeletal, dead lion head actually began to blink its eyes, green flames shot out from its pupils, its expression was sacred and serious, its eyes were stern and indifferent, like a **** in the sky looking down on mortals.
When Arkham was struck by this gaze, he froze in place as if struck by lightning, unable to move, and even his breathing stopped.
"The haunting witcher!"
The **** mouth opened and closed, and a majestic edict sounded. It was composed of thousands of different sounds and echoed endlessly in all spaces.
The eight spider legs stretched straight at the same time, like a large open web.
"Repent in eternal pain!"
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