The Divine Hunter Chapter 12: Killing the Gods
The Eternal Web.
Roy stood in the center of the vast expanse and looked around, a faint feeling of familiarity lingering in his heart.
This place is as illusive and elusive as the Kingdom of Freya that he visited twice.
But this is the domain of the lion-headed spider, the master of unfateful death, pain, and misfortune.
At the beginning, Freya had clearly explained that except for the two goddesses herself and Meriteri, most of the other gods were not in the mainstream, and their realms had not been elevated to the sky and the universe, and were still in this old world.
Compared to the two goddesses, these so-called evil gods are just more powerful aliens at best.
Furthermore, in this era, the technological power of Oxenford and the Nilfgaard Imperial Academy is changing with each passing day, science is developing rapidly, and all beliefs related to ignorance and evil are rapidly weakened.
The lion-headed spider priest is willing to hibernate in the countryside, so its power must be far less than before!
He squeezed the hilt of the sword in his right hand, feeling the warm touch like a blood connection, and the magic power in his body was flowing freely. He felt more confident in his heart, and his silver-gray pupils became firm.
I might not have a chance to kill this big spider.
"So calm, have you ever seen similar places? Svablo's Arena, the Crimson King's Killing Fields, the Field Queen Dana Mebi's Garden?"
There was a hint of surprise in that sharp voice, because the demon hunter was too calm...
Roy turned a deaf ear and caught the strange things around him with blazing eyes.
But there was only chaos around him. The abundant chaotic energy was like the undercurrent of the deep sea, divided into countless strips. He could not find out which strip the other party was hiding in, so he could only wait and see what happened.
"Or is it that you are born with amazing courage, but in the face of such a magnificent, great, sacred and solemn palace, you are still unmoved and unwilling to pay respect?"
Roy remained silent, a few golden lights dimly lit up deep in the cobweb, but when he paid attention to observe, they disappeared without a trace.
The being hidden in the spider web of chaos chuckled.
"Your vigilance is in the wrong place. In fact, I did not drag you into the net to let you sink here forever. This is too much for the power you have shown and for your precious and tenacious soul. It’s a waste, so I give you a priceless piece of advice: don’t stand against an immortal god, like ridiculous basilisks and pterodactyls, overestimating your ability to provoke and offend the real dragon.”
"Cooperate with me."
A gust of wind blew from the green flames, and Roy smelled the smell of decay and death, just like the smell of moss, dead bones, and earth in tombs and coffins, which made the living extremely uncomfortable.
"If you are stubborn, your end will be beyond your imagination."
"You will see what eternal pain is, and time and space pale in front of it!"
Everything around him faded away in this cold tone.
Darkness, dead silence, and suffocation rushed towards me.
Roy suddenly had the illusion that he was wrapped in a cocoon of spider silk and hung upside down in the spider web.
Without sound, light and temperature, it is difficult to move a finger in a crowded and narrow space.
Like a mummy, it was sealed for endless years, struggling and roaring, sacrificing its pain to the owner of this place and singing its name.
He snorted coldly, and the red light surged behind him like a tide, and the illusion was instantly shattered.
"Witcher, the road is at your feet"
This complex voice suddenly became as high-pitched as a tsunami, and the space trembled. Countless giant cocoons in the spider web squirmed like they were alive, and slowly moved closer to him. The white surface squeezed out a piece of incomprehensible facial features. Face, wailing in pain like a demon in hell.
"Be my enemy and fall into **** forever, or work together to dominate the world?"
What an arrogant spider.
"What about cooperation?"
"You will hold my totem, herd believers for me, eradicate dissidents, make the world feel pain and fear, spread misfortune and death, and bring the name of the God of Evil Omens to light again."
"You will have all kinds of luxuries that far exceed those of an emperor, and share in my immortality and glory."
"I drink the suffering of all sentient beings, and their souls after death belong to you."
"We are the best collaborators witnessed by Eternal Network."
Roy's face dropped into the shadows, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but grin with a sarcastic arc, and he sneered in his heart,
If the Weaver was so powerful, why did he let the priest hide in the barren countryside and embarrass a group of poor orphans?
Why did he take action only after her death?
For a **** to spend so much time talking to a mortal has fully exposed its weakness.
"I just killed your priest," Roy looked towards the unknown end of the distance and took a deep breath, "You want to cooperate with me? It's hard not to worry me."
"In my teachings, death is not the end, nor is it a punishment."
The words fell.
Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
A cocoon opposite Roy suddenly cracked.
A bare arm stretched out, its fair and delicate skin covered with amniotic fluid-like mucus, like a baby just born from its mother's belly.
Crash!
Two arms tore the cocoon silk apart.
A radiant lady crawled out, with a bumpy upper body, a black tattoo of Grayba on her back, and a black spider belly and eight claws below her chest.
It was the priestess Roy fought against not long ago.
Abigail
Identity: Singer of Pain (Trapped in the web of eternity, offering painful praise to the lion-headed spider until death.)
……
Roy shook his head. The God of Bad Omens really couldn't tolerate any waste.
It is not enough for believers to devote themselves to it during their lifetime, but they will always sing praises for it after death. What is the purpose of working so hard?
It's better to let me swallow it happily.
With such undying faith, what truth is left in the world?
The priestess looked at the witcher, with no trace of resentment on her innocent and beautiful face.
She generously showed off her curvy figure after rebirth and bowed to him,
"Thank you, Mr. Roy, for giving me death, allowing me to obtain the best of this life, further feel the true meaning of pain, and allow me to truly enter the eternal kingdom!"
Her gratitude came from the bottom of her heart, and pearl-like crystal tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
But there was no trace of spirituality or self in those eyes, only the enthusiasm and piety that burned everything.
"Roy, do you understand? Since we have no grudges or suspicions, there is no obstacle to cooperation."
As it spoke, the priestess bowed her back humbly, moved her eight spider legs and quickly retreated into the darkness.
"Although the life span of a demon hunter is long, it only lasts for hundreds of years, which is only a blink of an eye compared to eternity. Are you willing to have such a powerful power but die in a hurry?"
"Work with me and you will step into eternity, and death will no longer be the end for you."
Become your puppet?
Roy sneered disdainfully in his heart, but pretended to be confused on his face, looking quite moved.
He clenched his fists and struggled, hesitating for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak,
"I have never had a connection with the gods."
He lied without hesitation,
"But I once met a businessman named Gunter O'Dimm. He mastered a kind of soul contract. I feel that it is very suitable for the current situation."
"As an immortal god, you should have similar means."
"Let us sign a soul contract face to face. Reach cooperation."
Roy looked at the chaotic dome and suggested sincerely.
The voice fell into silence. Even as a god, the Lion-headed Spider could not see through Roy's heart and could not guess how sincere it was.
……
"Very good! You made a wise decision. But you should know what will happen if you cheat the gods."
The green fire flourished in the space, the light swayed, the penetrating wind whizzed by, and the white cocoon squirmed desperately, celebrating with painful wails.
And Roy's pupils contracted,
"Crash"
Tens of meters away, a huge black shadow of a spider was projected in the dark space, and the spider silk hanging from its abdomen fell awkwardly from the sky.
It is ten times larger than Abigail, and each curved spider leg is comparable to an arch bridge made of black steel.
The abdomen is swollen like a queen ant, giving people a feeling of being bloated, tired and old.
Its eight eyes are dark gold, but they don't make people feel sacred or majestic. Instead, they sear people's hearts and dig out the pain and dark memories of the past.
It fell onto the soft spider web, its entire abdomen pressed tightly against it, and the country in the web swayed like a hammock.
Zhuo Lan Akh Terra/Black Greba
Life:? (Forgotten: Its believers and priests have almost disappeared completely)
Magic:?
Identity: God of bad omens (creator of belief in death, pain and misfortune
Properties:
Strength: 30 (weak)
Agility:30
Physique:?
Perception:30
Will:36
Charm:?
Spirit:?
Skills:
Pain Level 10: In the Eternal Web, physical pain and mental pain will be magnified tenfold, and the lion-headed spider can draw strength from it.
Doom lv10: Those who disobey it in its domain will suffer curses such as deformation, slowness, weakness, etc.
Hatch lv10: Release the pain singers in the cocoon and control them to fight the enemy.
Thread of Destiny lv10: Every creature will have a thread of destiny at the beginning of its birth. When the thread is broken, he will die. The lion-headed spider can weave and manipulate this thread of fate, partially rewriting the target's previous life trajectory, making it infinitely closer to death.
Torture Bite lv10: The lion-headed spider approaches the captured target and injects venom through its bite with its teeth, branding him and letting him fall into a dream of eternal pain, becoming his constant source of nourishment.
Immortality (passive) (forgotten)
Divine creature:? ? ? ? (forgotten)
……
It fell on the net and merged into the twisted chaos, but no longer came close. The eight dark spirit golden pupils rotated.
It's like sizing up prey.
One person and one spider looked at each other from a distance, and the Eternal Web fell into a strange silence.
It seems to be deeply afraid of something.
Roy realized something was wrong, and with a thought, he grabbed the crossbow from the void, and marked a gem mark on the huge body of the lion-headed spider.
The body surface covered with black wolf hairs emerges with pieces of gorgeous gem dust, which is as eye-catching as the lights in the dark night!
Whoosh
The bow string buzzed, and Roy pulled the trigger with lightning and flint, and his figure flashed a hundred meters away with the arrow.
The long sword sliced through the dim space, releasing a flash of silver light!
However, when he appeared through the air, the lion-headed spider in front of him was still thirty meters away.
The distance has not decreased at all.
"What a heartbreaking decision for me! You rejected the favor of fate, so you can only feel the pain, wailing, roaring, trembling, and singing for me!"
The two chelicerae of the lion's mouth swung from side to side, and the huge figure of the lion-headed spider once again pulled the spider silk up into the sky. The spider web began to bump and shake violently, like a stormy sea.
Roy shot an arrow into the sky, his cloak flew up and his figure flashed upward.
Plopplop!
In the dome as deep as the night sky~IndoMTL.com~hundreds of snow-white cocoons fell like meteors, smashing the Quen shield protecting his body, forcing him to retreat online.
Crack, click, click.
Large pieces of silkworm cocoons cracked at the same time, and strange shadows emerged.
Roy took a closer look at the first person he led, and immediately lost consciousness. It turned out to be a man he knew so deep in his soul that he would almost never forget it.
Wilgefortz has short black hair, wears a knight's jacket, and is strong and burly!
Standing to his right is a strange man, who looks like a highly forked alder tree. A ferocious human face protrudes between the trunk and branches. The face is made of branches and leaves, with clearly visible facial features and a protruding chin. A sparse colorful beard.
Idalan the Treeman.
On the right is a man wearing a black dress, with a pale face, lips as red as blood, and two sharp canine teeth exposed, exuding a gloomy aristocratic temperament.
High-level vampire Grufeld.
The various monsters that Roy had killed behind them, such as petrified cockatrices, frost trolls, bat-winged demons, and ghouls... came out of their cocoons one after another.
Like an army huddled in a massacre.
Their faces, twisted in pain, looked over in unison.
Eagerly watching.
"Demon hunter, you have countless souls under your command."
The lion-headed spider taunted in the chaos,
"Do you think you killed them and devoured their souls and that was the end of it?"
"No, their hatred and fear of you, as well as their helplessness and pain when they die, will be fed back to you tenfold and a hundredfold."
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"Now I release it all."
"Enjoy it!"