The Divine Hunter Chapter 14: Teasing

, God-level Demon Hunter

"What the **** is this place?" Roy climbed over the rocky hillside and embarked on a rugged and winding path.

He looked far into the distance, and at the end of his sight, hidden in the mist, there was a huge full moon hanging on the top of the rolling hills. The bright moonlight was clearer than the lake in Vizima, exuding a thrilling beauty. It seemed that as long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch the surface of the moon, a circle of gray and black ring-shaped mountains.

"Haha, do you like it? You still have to see it!"

"But remember, you have to find the answer before time runs out."

Mirror Master's voice sounded like a tarsal maggot again. He was hiding somewhere, admiring the witcher's struggle.

Roy ignored the joke. The hourglass in the palm of his hand was small and delicate, but the sand didn't flow very fast. He probably had——

"One hour..."

With a thought in his mind, he tried to mobilize the loot package again. His past experience had already allowed him to figure out the answer to the mystery. If he could mobilize the sword oil, potions, and drinking water in the space, then the problem would be easily solved.

But this time, the loot package failed to respond to his order, as if it was firmly blocked by a layer of unknown magic power.

Roy pinned Guwishir and Alondette separately, observing the smooth sword body through the moonlight.

Unfortunately, the blade of the sword was coated with a hazy white layer at some point, like a pearl at night, which dazzled him and could not reflect the shadow at all.

"It's really not that simple."

Roy found a nearby piece of mud, quickly dug a pit with his weapon, looked around for a moment, and peed into the pit. The result was very strange. The ground was made of an unknown material and instantly absorbed the liquid. , the imagined puddle failed!

"Is this the so-called ban on cheating?"

It seems that these opportunistic methods are not advisable.

Roy's toes were light and his slender limbs were as strong as a cheetah's. His body flashed in the night like a floating ghost, moving extremely fast.

The wasteland was deathly silent, eerily quiet, except for the sound of his footsteps, not even the low sounds of small beasts and summer insects that were lying around day and night. The air is filled with light and cold mist, sparse weeds and twisted dead ancient trees stand on both sides of the road, like guards guarding the door of doom.

Every few steps, an ancient tree stretches out its branches, lifts a lantern, and sheds an unknown red light, rendering the ground a color like blood.

A strange and dangerous atmosphere spread in his heart. As he ran, Roy felt his temples pounding and his mind uneasy. About five minutes later, his premonition was confirmed.

Two black figures emerged from behind the stones on the roadside without warning, blowing towards them with gusts of cold wind.

He hurriedly accepted the attack, but Roy was calm and composed. His rich combat experience allowed him to react in time and advance instead of retreating. He rolled to the ground along the gap between the two monsters first, avoiding their flanking attacks. , then turned around, pulled out Alondette from behind with his right hand and stood in front of his chest, and outlined the Quen seal with his left hand.

Under the pale yellow light, he nimbly walked around and around the attacker.

Ghosting

Age:? ? ?

Identity: Energy Body

Life: 80

Attributes:

Strength: 8

Agility: 5

Physique: 8

Perception: 5

Will: 4

Charm: 3

Spirit: 4

Skills:

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These two monsters are unlike any species the witcher has ever seen before. Their bodies are as black as ink, swallowing up all nearby light.

It exudes violence and destructive malice, without the slightest breath of living things.

The demon hunter could only see a rough shape, which resembled a common humanoid monster by the water - a water ghost.

It has a hunched back, a belly as big as a bucket, and long and dry limbs... It is good at waving its claws to attack continuously, and uses all its strength in every attack.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}But when they attack, they don't scream "wow" like water ghosts, and they may not have the function of making sounds at all.

After almost understanding the ghost shadow's ability, the demon hunter turned around and retreated again to avoid their attack, and then pushed forward with his palm against the ghost shadow.

"Bang!" A strong airflow suddenly burst out, and the two monsters staggered back as if they were hit by a siege ram, losing their balance.

The next moment, Roy held Alondette horizontally, and took a few steps forward with the tip of his sword facing them like lightning. He slashed out three swords with a "swish, swish, swish" sound, and the sword light rippled like water waves, grazing each one. Passing through the ghost's neck, chest, and thighs.

The blade was still as clean as new, with no trace of blood visible. However, after the two ghosts suffered heavy blows, they lay quietly on the ground and quickly dissipated in the air like evaporating water vapor.

"Kill the ghost, experience +20..."

"Kill the ghost, experience +20..."

Witcher lv6

"It actually has experience points?" Roy was surprised and happy. The soul is the source of his experience, and the puppet created by the Mirror Master actually has a soul. What a powerful ability is this?

"It's really considerate. If you come back a few more times, you should upgrade."

But he didn't have time to gain experience. This battle took about a minute, so he had to hurry up.

"Mirror Master," Roy shouted into the air as he ran, "you never said there would be a monster attack!"

"My world must follow my rules!" Odim retorted from somewhere, "And this is just an appetizer."

"So this place no longer belongs to the previous world? Is it another plane, or a place created by Gaunt O'Deim?"

Without thinking too much, Roy noticed from the corner of his vision not far away on his left hand a row of low stone stairs going up. Two lanterns shed eerie red light, illuminating an old and dilapidated pavilion. .

The demon hunter paused, then quickly approached.

This pavilion should have a history of hundreds of years. It has been ravaged by wind and rain. Only a few broken tiles are left on the roof, which is covered with moss. The columns of the pavilion are purely grown from the twisted ancient branches around it. It is eerie. Horrible, it feels wet, sticky and disgusting to the touch.

There is an old well in the center of the pavilion. Roy leaned into the well mouth. The red light of the lantern illuminated the dry bottom of the well. There were several skeletons of small animals and a few withered branches. There was no water left. .

Roy frowned.

"Man, this well hasn't given you any inspiration?" Gunter Odim's voice emerged from the bottom of the well, "Why don't you come in and have a look? I'm in it."

"Odim, don't mislead me with your tricks!" The demon hunter said with determination, "There is only your 'echo' in the well, and although the 'echo' satisfies 'you can say it, I can also say it', but it Untouchable is never the answer."

"You have some brains, Witcher."

"To each other..."

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Returning to the path from the pavilion, Roy soon passed a suspended single-plank bridge. Under the bridge was a bottomless rift valley, where gray-black clouds and mist were lingering, and a faint yellow light flickered in and out of the mist. Flashing, accompanied by bursts of dull, frustrating roaring sounds.

The hot and somewhat smoky wind blew up from the abyss, carrying a pungent smell of sulfur.

"Is there a river of lava below?" The demon hunter stood on the bridge for a moment, then felt a slight dizziness due to fear of heights. He could almost imagine falling from the single-plank bridge and falling into the lava and being completely destroyed. It melted into gas and no ashes were left.

He quickly looked away, and then a strange, crisp and childish voice suddenly called him from behind.

"Roy!"

"Help!"

"Huh?" The demon hunter's heart skipped a beat, and he was instantly immersed in memories. This voice was so familiar that he spent most of his childhood with him.

"Who would still call me Roy? Is it an illusion?"

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){} He couldn't help but turn around and look back, and suddenly found that not far from his feet, a thin and slender arm stretched out from under the single-plank bridge. , clinging tightly to the board.

A boy showed his face stubbornly,

He has a black watermelon head and a chubby face that turns red. He is about eight or nine years old.

The two caterpillar-like snot under the nose were sniffing and sniffing, which was quite joyful.

……

Roy's pupils shrank and he couldn't laugh at all, "Is it fake? Yes, it must be a trick used by Odim to confuse me!" Some painful memories rolled through his mind like a flood.

Could it be that Mirror Master really has the ability to reunite the dissipated souls of the dead and imprison them in another world?

He immediately shook his head, regained his composure under the influence of will, and continued to walk to the other side of the single-plank bridge.

"Roy, save me...I'm little Brandon!" The boy screamed even more miserably and his breathing became more rapid.

The witcher left quickly.

The single-plank bridge began to sway slightly.

"Have you forgotten... Wuwu... I introduced you to Father Fletcher and made you a butcher's apprentice. You owe me a favor... Please, give me a hand... I don't want to fall. Go down...wuwu..."

"Why are you here, Slug?" Roy couldn't help but ask, but he still didn't stop, getting closer and closer to the other side.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

"Hey, buddy!" Another rough voice interrupted the boy's call, "Shanshan greets you, I didn't expect to see you here! Are you dead too?" A thick and short one His hairy hands grabbed the reins of the single-plank bridge.

Then the dwarf's iconic thick bearded face appeared.

"Come on, grab Bonni!" The dwarf struggled to hold on to the reins, with half of his body hanging in the air. As the suspension bridge swayed, the muscles on his face tensed, and he forced a bold smile, "Pull me up, let's Let's work together to rescue this little kid, find a place to catch up on old times, exchange archery skills, and let me see your progress."

"Life down there is not easy, but luckily the dwarves have rough skin and thick flesh..."

The dwarf found that the figure in front of him was completely indifferent~IndoMTL.com~ without any hesitation in his steps, so his voice became panicked,

"Hey! Roy, where are you going? Help an old friend, don't leave us!"

"Sorry, my friend Bernie is still alive and well, and he is not good at archery." Roy waved at him.

"Master, look this way, it's me, Bashir, the son of old Huck, the baker!" A swollen-faced, honest-looking young man climbed out of the suspension bridge, "Your bottle of magic The medicine caused my intestines to pierce and rot, and I was tortured to death. It is still churning in my stomach... Should I atone for my sins and give me a hand? Just this time, please, I want to see old Huck!"

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"I'm sorry, I can't waste time to save you..." The demon hunter gritted his teeth, holding on to the hourglass that kept passing in his palm, and completely walked out of the bridge of memories. Although the painful experiences in the past made his heart ups and downs, he still His mind could not be shaken.

"If you are dead, you are dead, and if you are fake, you are fake."

The three familiar voices were immediately swallowed up by the mist and dissipated in the night wind until they were completely inaudible.

"Friend, do you really have no feelings at all when facing old acquaintances?" Odim's joking words fell from the sky, "Or have your feelings been completely wiped out by the mutation, and you don't show any affection?"

"Your name should be prefixed with the prefix "hard-hearted". At a young age, you are hard-hearted but not like a human being..."

"Gaunt O'Dimm..." the witcher retorted, "I will catch you, I swear!"

"Is this too exciting to bear? My friend, why not give up and admit defeat as soon as possible and get rid of the suffering as soon as possible."

"You are dreaming, let's wait and see!"