The Divine Hunter Chapter 10: The Night Banquet of Demons II
In thick fog.
Lambert saw her.
A thick long dark hair is draped on the back like a cloak, the pale and delicate facial features are as calm as water, and the dark eyes are like stars in the night sky.
She is naked, and the mist turns into gauze to half-cover her slim body, exuding a looming fatal temptation. No words of praise can be used to praise this beauty.
But on the tips of her ten fingers hanging down from her waist, black nails like steel cones emerged in a terrifying manner, which could easily cut through the fragile human flesh.
At the same time, it also revealed her true identity, a vampire woman, or a vampire succubus.
This group is good at transforming the beauty of human beings, bewitching young men, sucking blood from their bodies to satisfy their hunger, and mastering dangerous abilities such as screaming, summoning bats, invisibility and teleportation.
But compared to their close relatives, the vampire demons who like to cut their prey into pieces, they maintain a considerable degree of rationality, and their killings are more elegant and gentle
Usually, instead of killing innocent people indiscriminately, they choose a "lover" to continue smoking, letting him enjoy all the tenderness before death. Of course, if the lover is strong enough, this "love" will last for a long time.
Lambert doesn't like to ask for trouble by taking action against such a "monster" with a full danger level, unless it is for self-protection.
He took a deep breath and put his energy into the moon dust bomb in the alchemy pocket on his chest. He approached her with gentle and vigorous steps and stood five meters away.
The young woman's eyes in the mist are straight, her pale face is full of desire, her pink tongue is licking her lips, and her natural charm is almost uncontrollable.
"Madam, this is completely a misunderstanding. I have no intention of intruding into your territory and disturbing your vacation. If I offend you, let me say sorry. In addition, you should have heard that the blood of witchers contains many kinds of The ingredients in the deadly potion are not 'delicious'. One sip will shorten your life by at least ten years."
The witcher cupped his chest and bowed slightly to her, speaking seriously and half-truths.
The woman stood there, motionless and noncommittal.
"Let's be honest, as long as you lift this fog, I will immediately take away those noisy guys, and promise that I will never come back to this palace to disturb you again. I swear on the honor of the Wolf Faction."
Lambert displays the wolf head badge,
The woman remained silent.
"Madam, let's separate amicably before the irreversible consequences are caused! Those soldiers are just wretches who obey orders, and the blood in their bodies is just trash from the street. They are not worthy of your killing spree."
The woman nodded, but then tilted her head and looked to the side, as if she was looking at a trembling prey in the mist. Her pretty face grinned in a bright and terrifying arc, and the two canines gleaming at the corners of her lips,
"Who are you looking at? The Knight of White Rose, that arrogant fool?"
The woman shook her head slowly.
"Sorceress?"
She nodded quickly and vigorously.
"If anything happens to her, I won't be able to explain it to my brother. For my sake, can't you be too arrogant?"
"Besides, do you know who is standing behind her!?"
The corners of the woman's mouth rose, her dark pupils shone with disdain, and she let out a low growl like a beast.
A deep helplessness spread across Lambert's face, and he suddenly tightened his grip on the alchemy bomb,
"Then I can only trade your life for hers!"
"Click!"
The oval moon dust drew a parabola in the air, and a gray dust cloud exploded when it hit the ground.
But the woman's slender body had already jumped to the side, perfectly avoiding the alchemy bomb. Her back was arched like a big cat, her thin red lips grinned to the base of her ears, revealing two rows of needle-like teeth, and she screamed at the opposite side. Roar.
The sound washed away the night sky, turning into an invisible heavy hammer and hitting the demon hunter in the chest, but it only shattered a layer of black Helio Seal and disappeared into nothing.
Lambert jumped forward completely unaffected, spitting out a cork in mid-air, and a large twisted black blood vessel suddenly appeared on his face.
The silver sword held high above the head reflected the glow of the poisonous sword oil, roaring to shred the air, and falling like a meteor!
Where the sword points.
The stunningly beautiful woman has suddenly transformed into a huge bat, carrying a pair of membrane wings on her back, and a pair of gleaming steel claws intertwined in front of her like a shield.
Bang!
Gold and iron clashed, causing harsh explosions and large dazzling sparks flying like waterfalls.
A sword powerful enough to cut the beast in half, leaving only a shallow blood mark on the claws.
But the sword oil stung her!
The humanoid bat hissed, its pitch-black wings flapped silently, and flew up into the thick fog like a kite. Then it suddenly fell from another unexpected angle and pounced on Lambert's neck.
Lambert twisted and slashed, and his sword and claws collided again.
This time, the figure of the big bat that flew away completely disappeared transparently and merged into the mist.
The demon hunter's cold eyes could not catch even a trace of his figure.
But he calmly formed the Seal of Arden, the binding circle rose from under his feet, and purple light enveloped the land within a five-meter radius.
He held the long sword diagonally in one hand, stood in the center of the magic circle with a bow, closed his eyes, listened and felt.
Statue calm.
Huhu
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Buzz
The pendant trembled slightly.
A pair of ghost claws suddenly appeared in the purple light, striking Lambert's defenseless back like a crossbow.
As if he had no idea, he raised his left hand first and outlined the five fingers.
After the second mutation, Quinn woven into a golden armor and blocked the attack in time.
Boom!
The golden light shattered, but a powerful counter-shock force erupted, breaking apart the human-shaped bat, and a piece of moon dust exploded as its body was thrown away from balance.
Alchemy dust is everywhere!
A large number of electric arcs flashed endlessly among the black hair covering its body. It lost its special ability and still pounced on it!
The two sides fought together.
At a speed that exceeds the limit of ordinary human eyesight, the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, circling and chasing each other. The sword light and the cold light of the claw blades crisscross, cutting the mist into pieces, during which the golden and purple light continue to solidify and disillusion.
In just one minute, sweat soaked Lambert's cheeks, and the dark body of the humanoid bat was covered with long and narrow blood holes burned by sword oil, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
It fluttered again, and the long hair suddenly appeared on the back of its head, dancing like a butterfly.
Lambert made a head-on Alder to knock it back. He held the sword across his chest with both hands and strode forward. The tip of the sword pierced the air and thrust forward. The bat screamed and flapped its wings.
Unexpectedly, the moment the sword reached its chest, it suddenly deflected slightly, passing through its wings and across its face.
Pfft!
A line of blood splashed into the air.
Two figures passed each other.
Lambert rolled a few times on the ground, and when he got up, a hair-thin wound opened on the left side of his face, and blood dripped down his chin.
The humanoid bat is even more miserable. Its ugly porcupine-like nose is missing, half of its face is covered in blood and bones, and its scarlet flesh buds are squirming and sticking together.
But the deadly sword oil wreaked havoc in the gap, burning it until white smoke billowed out, and the bat body regained its human form as it teetered.
The unrecognizable woman looked at Lambert with hatred in her dark eyes, and suddenly screamed, the sound seemed to come from hell, penetrated the Helio seal, and burned his breath.
But he launched the final offensive without stopping, rushing towards her and feinting his sword.
The seriously injured woman used her claws to block, hitting Lambert right in his arms. He took the opportunity to go around from her armpits to behind her, twisted her waist and spine, and swung a powerful sword.
The sharp sword threw out a piece of blood, and a sharp claw flew away!
The woman gave a mournful cry and turned around to strike. The latter followed her like a shadow. She turned around one step ahead, aimed at her other arm, and swung her sword again.
The arms spurting blood danced in the night sky.
A huge force surged from the back of the woman who had lost her arms, and she fell face to face as if struck by lightning, with her cheek buried in the soil.
At the same time, a smooth sword blade lay across her neck, so cold that it froze her soul.
"What did I say before? You don't listen to the demon hunter?" Lambert stepped on her smooth and silky back with his left foot and even bones~IndoMTL.com~ held the back of her head with one hand and announced condescendingly , "But the kind person usually gives beautiful women a second chance and dispels the fog immediately. I will let you go."
The banshee made a series of moans and struggled at his feet.
"What a gentle and good man!"
There was admiration from behind, and then there were three soft footsteps. Lambert smelled the rich scent of perfume with middle notes of violet and rose, and the scent of a variety of herbs.
When he turned around, he saw a woman in a red dress who could be called a **** beauty, and a tall and thin middle-aged man with an aristocratic hooked nose who looked like a tax collector.
They are neither tall nor strong, and they don't even have the terrifying claws of the vampire banshee.
But it made Lambert feel as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
As we all know, the more advanced and powerful vampires are, the closer they are to humans in appearance.
These two are more human than vampire banshees, so their identities are self-evident.
"Am I suffering from bad luck for eight lifetimes or am I cursed by an evil god? Just point in the direction, and I'm actually waiting for several orgasms?"
Lambert felt bitter in his heart, but feeling the special pot of fried food in his alchemy pocket gave him more confidence, and turned his gaze to the center of the two of them.
The sorceress Triss stood there with a dull expression, her delicate features so pale that they were almost transparent, like a porcelain doll that had lost its soul.
One cannot help but feel pity.
But at least there is no visible injury on the outside, and the person is still alive, so there is something to talk about.
"Your Excellency, Demon Hunter, thank you very much for showing mercy to my good sister. How about we make a deal before it leads to bitter consequences?"
In a voice as sweet as honey and as charming as night.
The woman held Triss’s catkins, smiled at him, and extended an invitation.