The Divine Hunter Chapter 18: Start 2 trials

In the laboratory under the temple island, the brewing furnace ignited flames for the first time in a long time.

The dim firelight revealed two figures.

Roy put on a pair of light and breathable wool silk clothes and sat on the cold operating table.

Standing in front of him was a sorceress with slightly frowning eyebrows and a serious expression.

Her fingers are like flying, and the gorgeous magical light condenses and flickers on the slender fingertips, pouring into the demon hunter's body crazily, refracting the gorgeous light.

A quill moves automatically without any wind, transcribing dazzling pieces of data and characters onto the open parchment.

For a moment, the entire laboratory could only hear the "rustling" sound of the pen tip rapidly rubbing against the paper.

Half an hour later.

The dazzling magic light dissipated, Rita Nied stopped casting the spell and picked up the record next to her.

"Well...blood pressure, heartbeat, blood oxygen level, respiratory rate...normal...very healthy."

"I've said it before, I've been preparing for this grass trial for a year, and I'm sure it will be foolproof!" Roy smiled and patted his chest.

"Little rascal, when did you get the dwarf's bragging disease? You have been preparing for a year. Doesn't this mean that you started preparing for the second trial just after you passed the snake sect trial?" Rita Nieder frowned. Nose, poked him with a cute look, patted his knee,

"Don't interrupt me, just sit down and don't move! Well...dark golden pupils, black hair, fair complexion...height is 5.8 feet (1.78 meters), weighs 170 pounds, and the muscle density is far higher than that of ordinary people..." Her eyes He glanced at one of the demon hunters and poked his chest with his purple-painted nails, "Little villain, your physique is at least twice that of an ordinary human being, and you are as strong as a lion..."

"Is this a compliment? Coral, I have to say that you are very qualified to comment." The demon hunter swept her coral lips with a half-smile, "But will my weight be slightly over the limit? To you..."

"Let's get down to business, be honest, little rascal!"

The sorceress seemed to have remembered something, and a touch of red glow flew across her cheeks,

Roy bared his teeth.

Rubbed the bruise on the back of his hand.

Rita Nied continued unconsciously, "Except for your physique, the skin on your body is as smooth as silk, more delicate than a woman's. You can't find any scars or flaws... not even calluses can be seen. Come on, this is not normal!"

The blue eyes stared straight at him, flashing with a hint of envy,

"This kind of skin does not look like a weathered, sweaty witcher at all... Tell me honestly, are you a mage who escaped from Ben Ade Academy and used disguise magic to replace my little bad guy? ?"

"Coral, you know that I don't even have a scar on my body. This shows that you examined it very carefully...what a competent doctor!" Roy grabbed her hand, kissed the back of it gently, and looked up. Her eyes were filled with turbulent waves, as if they were about to drown her, "So I want to repay you, is that okay?"

"Okay, the joke is over." The sorceress trembled and stroked his face comfortingly, "Don't be like a kid who is greedy for sweets. You must know how to exercise moderation, understand? Especially in this situation. During the trial, you must concentrate on it and never be distracted by other things!"

The witcher closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then shook his head in frustration, "Sorry, Coral, I don't know what's wrong. In the past few days, I've been restless and uncontrollable... I've always had random thoughts, just like suffering from a disease. Mania."

"Giggle...the energy and blood are strong. This is a normal phenomenon. Just get used to it slowly." Coral silently stepped behind him like a cat, held his shoulders, and let him lean back into her warm embrace. , printed it on his forehead and gave him a little sweetness, "Then you still don't remember the steps of the Green Grass Trial?"

"Hormonal catalysis, viral infection, and finally taking grass decoction...Coral, are you sure you can do this trial in one month?"

"You have completely passed the Snake Sect trial, and your resistance to poison is far greater than that of the apprentices in the first trial. You can simply skip the steps to improve the poison. One month is definitely enough."

"As for virus infection, since the furnace virus and glacier virus have been used."

"This time I have to replace it with a more effective virus - I selected three viruses from the four formulas of snake pie, cat pie, wolf pie, and flying lion monster... trembling virus, golden bird virus, and silent virus. ."

"After being infected with three viruses, your immune system will be temporarily destroyed, and you will become a completely defenseless empty shell, enter a plastic state, and welcome the flying lion monster green grass decoction."

Roy wiped the sweat from his forehead and swallowed again. "What are the effects of the three viruses...?"

"The first nerve that tortures you, making you twitch like an epilepsy, accompanied by sharp stabbing pains all over your body."

"The second virus affects your brain. According to records, the infected person will continue to make "chirp" calls. Don't laugh, you won't be able to cry at all!"

"The third type is the most dangerous, it will cut off all your reactions, causing you to lose your sense of smell, hearing, vision, and touch, but your brain will be awake. It's like...a medical vegetative state, no, it's ten times worse than that! ”

The demon hunter took a deep breath, and his dark gold pupils flashed a bit nervously.

"That's not all..." Rita Nied smiled,

"The difficulty lies in the last step, the process of changing the herbal medicine, the conflict between the foreign flying lion monster decoction and the snake pie decoction deposited in your body. At that time, you will either live or die..."

"We will definitely see the results in one month."

"But don't worry..." The sorceress lowered her body, poked her head from his right shoulder, pressed her cheek against his, and said sweet and cruel words, "Little rascal, if you can't be saved, I will send you to you personally. You go, and let you enjoy the last tenderness before you leave."

"Um...are you sure you can still feel comfortable even if you are almost dead?"

"Stop complaining, have you forgotten, this is your own choice." Rita Nied chuckled and stroked his hair, her eyes thoughtful,

"Your hair seems a bit long, and the hairstyle is too old-fashioned. It needs to be trimmed." The sorceress had a pair of scissors in her hand without waiting for the witcher's consent.

Pressing his temples with one hand, and controlling the scissors with the other hand, "click, click"...

The black hair that spread over the back of her neck instantly fell onto the operating table.

Roy relaxed on the soft pillow, sniffing the rich aroma on the tip of his nose, and said nonchalantly, "Coral, just use magic to shave my head."

The older he gets, the less demanding he is about hairstyle. He has no problem keeping it long and tied into a ponytail, shortening it to ear-length hair, or even going bald.

"Don't even think about it!" The sorceress's pretty face was straight, her blue eyes flashed with annoyance, and she warned sternly, "If you become as ugly as Leisuo, I won't even think about you for at least a month. !"

Roy felt a chill in his heart,

"The mutation is uncontrollable. What if the flying lion monster's grass decoction turns me into a bald head this time?"

Comprehensive recovery cannot cure baldness. After all, baldness is not a negative effect.

"Suffering from baldness at a young age? So unfortunately, you will not meet my beauty standards." Coral snorted lazily from her nose, and said half-threateningly, "I have to do some mental construction, look. Let’s see if I can adapt to your new look, otherwise, hum——”

"Stop moving around like a mouse! Sit still!"

"Hiss...cluck..."

Five minutes later.

There was a young man with short hair and a twitching face in the laboratory. At the strong request of the sorceress, he walked around the laboratory several times with a look of helplessness on his face.

Rita Nieder admired it with her hands on her hips and made comments from time to time.

Then.

The first step of the Flying Lion Monster Green Grass Trial - Hormone Catalysis is officially started.

The sorceress’s fingers were flying like butterflies, and she was mumbling words. An amber-colored ox hair needle rose into the air and instantly pierced the witcher’s chest and heart.

A cold breath follows the blood pumping in the heart and flows throughout the body.

The demon hunter shivered all over, his neck and cheeks turned as red as blood, and his whole body was unbearably hot, as if there was a blazing furnace in his lower abdomen, constantly sending huge heat to his limbs and bones.

He licked his chapped lips and pressed towards the sorceress, his dark gold pupils seeming to spit out fire,

"Coral, what did you inject me with? Could it be mandrake extract? You must be responsible!"

"Adrenaline hormone, you used it at the Meliteli Temple, did you forget? But this time the dose was increased." Rita Nieder smiled, "You need a lot of exercise now!"

"Quick! Move!"

"I...can't care about that much. I want two people to work together." Roy gasped and couldn't help but stepped forward and took the sorceress's hand.

Ten minutes later. ~IndoMTL.com~ In the laboratory, a continuous dull counting sound sounded.

"One thousand and one, one thousand and two..."

A man with a bare upper body, showing smooth muscle lines like a sculpture, holds his hands firmly on the ground, and his body sinks and rises mechanically and regularly.

Sweat fell to the ground along the skin like a fountain, accumulating shallow puddles——

Roy started doing standard push-ups.

One after another.

And the sorceress sat contentedly on his back.

The pretty face glowed under the light, with curved eyebrows and a smile at the corner of her mouth.

From time to time, pat his beautiful inverted triangle muscles to cheer him up.

"Don't be lazy, don't stop until you reach 3,000!"