The Divine Hunter Chapter 15: Repulse

Roy slumped to the ground, breathing heavily. The dark blood vessels on his face were twisted like earthworms. He bared his teeth. His whole body seemed to be falling apart. The pain was unbearable, especially the liver area where he was punched by Forgas. .

Reality is cruel.

The demon Fogas' furious punch directly knocked his health to 20%, and an eye-catching serious injury word appeared under the status bar. If it weren't for that "activation", he might not be able to get up.

"Forgas may be a retired devil boxer."

The demon hunter vomited blood again, and his physical condition became extremely bad. It seemed that every cell and every bone was wailing in pain, especially the right side of the chest and abdomen close to the liver, with the broken ribs pointing downwards. The dents and waves of pain spread from the nearby area to the ends of his fingers and toes, reminding him of the painful days of the Trial of Green Grass.

Shrouded in severe pain, Roy bent over like a cooked river shrimp, twitching constantly, and dripping with cold sweat in the blink of an eye.

Maybe it was because of the extreme pain. Soon, under the dazzling sunlight, the expression of the demon hunter who was barely supporting his body became trance-like, his pupils faintly dilated, his body was shaky, and a seductive voice surged in his heart.

"Sleep...sleep..."

"So tired...so sleepy..." The demon hunter began to buzz in his ears, and the images in his eyes appeared overlapping, and he would fall into deep sleep if he was not careful!

He shook his head and muttered vaguely, "No...can't sleep...Leso, Oaks...need help!"

Roy gritted his teeth and bit the tip of his tongue. As the salty blood poured into his mouth, he suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes and regained his concentration. Suddenly, a familiar brown head appeared. Come close to your eyes.

"Wirt...didn't I ask you to run away? Why are you back?"

The brown horse's sticky, warm tongue licked the witcher's cheek, then bent his neck and fell to his knees.

"Brave and considerate good boy..." Roy struggled to wrap his arms around its neck and get on his horse.

The boy Carl was also sitting on the horse, and behind him sat the Gorfen Black Cat. Kudu looked at him with concern.

"Roy, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't worry...you won't die!" Roy said feebly while lying on the horse. The next second, Gorfen Black Cat jumped over and licked the witcher's burned right hand.

The cool saliva slightly eased the demon hunter's pain, and he immediately took out the calendula potion and energy potion from the space.

I swallowed it all and felt a lot better.

In fact, it is best to take a swallow at this time to speed up the healing of the injury. Unfortunately, the demon hunter has already drank the magic potion of Thunder and Patri before. With his current physique, he cannot use the third magic potion in a short time. medicine, otherwise the harm will be more significant than the efficacy.

"Wirt, go that way..." The demon hunter patted the horse's neck and looked at the mingling figures in the distance. "Find a cover, and don't get too close to let the old witch find you."

On the other side of the battlefield, the battle between the four demon hunters and the Lady in the Forest has become intense——

Zoupo, who was released from the forbidden state, had a huge black metal mixing spoon in her hand at some point. She used the mixing spoon as a heavy weapon such as a two-handed hammer or a tomahawk.

Hold the handle of the spoon with both hands, use your right foot as the center of gravity, and spin your huge and bloated body like a discus thrower.

With huge inertia and power, the metal spoon more than two meters swept through the air like lightning, drawing a beautiful elliptical arc.

The air howled, grass clippings and dust flew into the sky, and everything within the oval turned into a dead area of ​​destruction.

Just by peeking from a distance, Roy could feel the huge destructive power contained in Zhuo Po's series of attacks, and no one could resist him head-on!

Let alone flesh and blood, even steel will be shattered.

The ones she fought against were two demon hunters, the Oakes brothers, elite members of the Snake Faction, experienced hunters. In their decades of career, the two of them had hunted pterosaurs, griffins, and countless others. giant monster.

They have a tacit understanding of cooperation and rich experience, and they can deal with the cooking lady without falling behind.

The extraordinary acumen allows them to dance gracefully and dodge on the edge of the "whirlwind of death" wielded by Zao Po.

Most of the time, they wait patiently and do not rush into anything.

No matter how strong the offense is, there will be decline.

Swinging a huge metal spoon is a very physically demanding job. Every two to three weeks, the cook will stop to take a breath.

The Oakes brothers took the opportunity to attack!

They moved lightly and swiftly, and as their wrists shook, the sword blades coated with sword oil and poison danced flexibly.

Like two circling vipers, they don't move. As soon as they move, they bite Zou Po's body at an astonishing speed, injecting venom. Then they immediately let go and retreat, dodging Zou Po's slow counterattack, and then circle around her. Change direction and continue the attack.

They were slow and steady, advancing and retreating in a measured manner, waiting for the poison in Po Po's body to accumulate to a certain point.

Zhao Po was already covered in bruises and her strength was declining. The fabric next to her body was cut to pieces by the sword blade, revealing a disgusting body of fat. A hole was also broken in her fish basket-like helmet, and there was a tumor as black as ink inside. The same one eye.

"Huh...huh..." Zoupo took two deep breaths, swung the giant spoon again to sweep the demon hunter away, and then there was a reddish-brown glass jar in her palm.

She bit the cork and drank all the liquid in the bottle.

Leng Buding shot a crossbow arrow from a distance, penetrated the medicine jar, and spread the medicine all over the ground, leaking out a pale eyeball that was soaked and swollen.

"Who dares to ruin my good deeds?!" Zoupo was furious, but the Oaks brothers came around like maggots wielding poisonous silver swords.

In the distance, Roy was lying in the bushes, lowering his crossbow, and then gasped in pain.

Zhupo's ability is closely related to her name. She controls a large iron pot in Bald Mountain and is good at boiling the sacrifices offered by the villagers into soups, especially stewed meat soups.

The stew potion cooked by her has all kinds of incredible effects, and Roy will naturally not let her succeed.

Without the support of the decoction, Zhuo Po was at the end of her game and became more and more powerless.

The balance of victory quickly tilted towards the Oaks brothers.

Not far behind them, the battle between Furius and Whispering Po was another scene.

Flius's swordsmanship adheres to the usual precision and ruthlessness of the Cat School. The tip of the sword locks on the vital points of Numpo's body, circling around her. His movements are so fast that they leave afterimages in mid-air. It seems that in an instant, several people are moving at the same time. Fang Fang drew his sword.

Nippo is not as thick-skinned as Po Po, and has powerful melee capabilities. Her abilities are very weird. When Furious takes action, her **** mouth keeps opening and closing, and she emits some weird and neurotic sounds. Whisper.

The whisper is like an invisible clutch, slowly depriving and eroding the demon hunter's mind.

Then an extremely strange situation occurred. Several times, the cold light on Friius's sword suddenly dissipated just as it was about to hit Whispering Po. Then he relaxed all over and froze in place as if in a daze. His eyes were empty and he fell into a deep state. Confused and troubled.

Niva Po's figure shook, turned into a puddle of dirty mud and escaped into the ground. After taking a breath, she appeared on the side of Furius and viciously struck his waist and abdomen with her claws.

When the Cat sent the witcher to recover from the pain, she fled far away.

If it weren't for the protection of the Ensign, Furius would have been gutted and died.

Even so, he was covered in blood, seriously injured, and his reflexes and speed were declining.

But Granny Ni was not feeling well either. A thick layer of skin had been shaved off her exposed arms and calves. The wounds were deep enough to reveal the bones. The red gauze on her face was also cut, leaving her exposed and huddled together. , ugly facial features covered with chicken skin.

Her fingers began to tremble, and the frequency of her whispers was less than before.

Looking at the situation, the two are evenly matched, and victory or defeat is only a matter of a matter of thoughts.

The final battle belongs to Lei Suo and Zhi Po.

Lesuo holds the Snake-style steel sword and the silver sword in his left and right hands respectively. He has a stern face, a bald head, and muscles all over his body. He is like a human meat grinder, constantly charging and slashing!

Pieces of colorful tapestry flew in the air, hovering around the Witcher like a rotating wheel, blocking his vision and absorbing all his attacks.

I want to wrap him up in a cocoon.

As the youngest of the three sisters, Zhi Po is neither a glutton for meat nor a collector of small, delicate ears.

She likes to weave hair from villagers as tribute, including hair cut off by children during hair-cutting ceremonies, into tapestries.

She weaves tapestry all day long. The tapestry is infused with magic and has spirituality. Like her children, it obediently defends her against all enemies.

Zhi Po was the only one of the three sisters who was not injured.

She had a sinister smile on her face, her hands seemed to be rubbing a ball of wool, and at the same time, pieces of tapestries flew out of her seemingly endless pockets.

The explosive power and damage of the tapestry are not as good as those of Zhaopo's giant spoon, but the claws of Numpo are tougher. The inventory accumulated by Zhipo's weaving for hundreds of years is endless.

She planned to boil the frog in warm water and consume the bald man alive.

The sharp double swords of the Snake Sect, the hot Igni seal, Leisuo tried every means, but could not slow down the frequency of the tapestry rushing towards him. Instead, the big net formed by the tapestry became tighter and tighter, like a A giant python entangling its prey.

"Damn it!" Lei Suo slashed the tapestry in half with another sword, and there was a hint of sweat on his bald head. The situation was not good for him. If his physical strength was exhausted, he would become a piece of fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered by others. .

However, a sudden burst of mournful wailing attracted the attention of everyone on the battlefield!

Roy's eyes widened in the bushes, with a smile on his face - the cook~IndoMTL.com~ who was fighting against the Oakes brothers had one of his arms chopped off alive, and the huge metal spoon was still in his severed hand.

At the moment when she was wailing, the two brothers stabbed her in the stomach with swords from the left and right, tilted the sword blades, and dragged out two hideous gashes.

The smelly and warm intestines fell to the ground, and Zoupo fell to the ground on her back. She saw that she was about to die. This was also due to Roy's continuous sneak attack with cold arrows.

Seeing that her second sister was seriously injured and dying, Numpo screamed like a crazy night owl.

Continuous strange sound waves swept across the battlefield. The demon hunter felt as if a steel knife was piercing his ears and mind. He couldn't help but show pain, covered his ears tightly, and his body was shaky!

Zhi Po took the opportunity to control the tapestry and rolled up Zao Po's bloated body, her face was uncertain, and she finally sighed.

If it is in the territory of Willen, in the land where the three witches are deeply rooted, they still have countless means and trump cards.

Unfortunately, the battlefield has left Willen, and it is no longer a magical place where they can control the wind and rain at will.

"Witchers! I remember you!"

The words of deep hatred rushed into the ears of the five people. The figures of Numpo and Zhi Po flashed and turned into a group of black crows again. They picked up the dying Zao Po and flew into the sky.

"See you next time, you will pay the price!"

After the lingering sound dissipated, only a broken arm and several scarred demon hunters were left on the battlefield.