The Divine Hunter Chapter 2: Facing change
The hall was brightly lit, filled with a strange aura of plants and flesh and blood.
In the center of a neatly arranged pile of test tubes, sample bottles, herbal bags, and kraft paper, a set of strange instruments were quietly running.
It consists of a container whose bottom is being heated and looks like an ostrich egg, and an upright black coffin large enough to accommodate an adult male.
Connecting the two are three gleaming glass tubes, whose shapes bend into waves and spirals.
Some kind of expanding milky smoke from the ostrich eggs slowly poured into the coffin along the glass tube.
Rita Nieder stood in front of the instrument in a low-cut black dress. The firelight from the heater reflected her smooth and pretty face and the beautiful undulating scenery under the long dress.
She pressed her coral red lips tightly, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her slender fingers painted with rose-black nails were twirling her fiery hair around and around.
The bright eyes as blue as the sea stared at the metal warehouse with concern, as if to see through its hard shell and observe the experimental body inside.
Over the past two years or so, members of the Witcher Brotherhood have been lying in coffins one after another and received "second mutations."
This ingenious transformation is different from the Green Grass Trial. It will not add unstable mutant genes, but expand and extend the existing mutations. Therefore, the safety and reliability are frighteningly high. All participants Successfully improved physical fitness...
The time they spend is proportional to the degree of their own mutations.
Previously, Grand Master Ivar Evil Eye, who had undergone the first-generation Green Grass Trial, took the longest, about a week.
And him
Rita couldn't help but hold the beautiful pearl necklace on her chest.
Roy, who survived the grass trials of the Snake Faction, Flying Lion Monster and Wolf Faction, once again created a miracle. For 29 days and 18 hours, the mutation continued.
The vision doesn’t stop there.
She turned around and looked at the hole in the stone wall behind a row of black iron fences in the distance.
A terrifying long strip of mottled black shadow swam through the hole, shaking two slender tentacles above its head, its sickle-like jaws reflected the dim light, and hundreds of hook-shaped legs swung rapidly.
For more than two years, under the careful breeding of the Brotherhood regardless of cost, the mutated white widow centipedes in the underground caves of the Valley of the Nine have been able to reproduce with peace of mind and have given birth to more than sixty eggs.
Normal transformation only requires two at a time, but Roy consumed twenty.
If the transformation continues, the reserve of white widow eggs will be exhausted.
The sudden sound interrupted her thoughts. The sorceress suddenly widened her eyes, exaggeratedly grew her red lips, and her mature and charming face showed a cute nervousness.
Pfft
The heater's pale blue flame goes out.
Goooooooo!
A strange sound like boiling water tore through the tranquility of the laboratory.
The upright metal black coffin shook violently twice, rapidly and briefly, like a bird struggling in a spider web, and then the dark shell pushed outward with a click.
The overwhelming white mist surged out, instantly engulfing the sorceress and the surrounding experimental equipment. A warm, moist, nose-itching gas swam quickly like water mist floating on the river, spreading to The whole hall.
Rita tried her best to open her eyes wide and capture the figure in the coffin. At the same time, she skillfully waved her hands in front of her chest to outline it, reciting incantations. Several micro vortices were torn open in the space, and they were sucked away as quickly as a ventilator. Fog everywhere.
While she was concentrating, her body suddenly stiffened, and a huge force surged from behind, grabbing her waist and lifting her off the ground, interrupting the spell.
Her body was weak and she was held in the arms of the attacker.
White mist spurted out from the broken vortex, once again covering the hall and the two figures.
The sorceress exclaimed, and the man chuckled.
Then the sound of velvet cracking, groans, cooing, chasing and laughter settled in the white mist and echoed repeatedly, like a lute movement composed of lovers' murmurs.
The changing magic lights on the ceiling are scattered, reflecting a hazy, warm, and mysterious light.
A long, long time later.
The smoke cleared.
Two figures suddenly appeared on the operating table in the laboratory.
Wearing only a pair of white linen shorts, Roy lay there with his left hand resting on the back of his head. His well-developed but not bloated biceps, chest muscles, and eight-pack abs were covered with fine beads of sweat. He stared at Hui Pu in rapt attention. fluttering ceiling.
The sorceress held up the side of his face with her left hand, and held a bunch of fire hair in her right hand, and playfully traced his side face, elf-like pointed ears, sculpture-like nose and chin, silver-gray pupils, and A mouth with a slight stubble,
The bright eyes flashed with splendor.
The once young and ignorant boy has turned into a strong and handsome man, and the little villain has become a big villain.
After this second mutation that lasted for a month, he grew significantly taller, his skin was as delicate and tough as cowhide, his temperament became sharper and sharper, and the strength around him seemed to be uncontrollably full. Overflow.
"How do you feel?"
The sorceress asked with a smile, her voice filled with a lazy and contented nasal sound,
"Let's put it this way, Coral, I feel like I can take on the entire wolf faction now."
"If Lambert hears this, he will definitely fight you!"
"Haha, feel free to come over here, just in time for me to warm up!"
Roy jumped from the operating table to the ground, twisted his neck and wrists, and the joints all over his body made a burst of crackling sounds. He jumped as lightly as a monkey with his toes on the ground, and easily touched the four-meter-high ceiling.
Then he outlined the triangular talisman with his five fingers, and a burst of blazing red and golden light burst out, crackling the air, covering his whole body like a layer of flowing liquid flame armor.
He quietly put his mind into the template.
Roy
Age: 19 years old
Life: 440→470 Grass Trial +120
Magic power: 380 (Grass Trial +120
Attributes:
Strength: 20→30
Agility: 20→30
Physique: 32→35
Perception: 17
Will: 40
Charm: 10
Spirit: 26
New skills:
Second mutation passive solidification: Using mutated white widow egg protein, a second mutation is carried out on top of the existing mutation. Strength and agility are permanently increased by 20% + 30%. Snake, wolf, flying lion monster green grass test Refining, due to the in-depth optimization of mutant genes, physical fitness has been slightly improved.
Lava Quen: After the second mutation, you can mobilize the earth and fire elements at the same time to release a variant of Quen's seal. The surface of the shield is attached with flame power, burning the attacker.
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The total attributes increased by this transformation reached 23 points, which is no less than a grass trial. The strength and agility jumped by half, which perfectly made up for Roy's shortcomings in melee combat.
Now, with the exception of Grand Master Ivar Evil Eye, his strength and speed are at the pinnacle of the Brotherhood.
With the magic potion and the blessing of Arondette's "guardian", he was not afraid at all even if he had to fight two high-level vampires in close combat.
Such a leap-forward progress can be regarded as a kind of accumulation. After all, an ordinary demon hunter who has passed the Green Grass Trial will only have an attribute increase of 20 to 30% after undergoing transformation.
And he narrowly escaped death three times.
"Actually, you should wait a little longer," Rita Nied smoothed the wet hair from her forehead, "and wait until the transformation process is more complete before proceeding. For a whole month, I relied on the mutated white widow eggs to provide nutrition. I almost want to dismantle that iron coffin to see what dreams you have in it?"
The sorceress tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes gleaming, her long eyelashes flickering, "What are you worried about in such a hurry?"
Roy hugged her shoulders silently.
This is not unreasonable.
If the second mutation is carried out after four or five grass trials, the benefits will be maximized.
But he couldn't wait.
The last Wolf Faction trial took more than a year, and he had a strong feeling that the fourth time would take more than three years, perfectly missing the most intense and ups and downs era.
Let alone the fifth time.
The **** battle with the God of Omens not long ago gave him a great warning. He cannot transform into the shadow of the Supreme every time he encounters a powerful enemy. Long-term weakness is one of them. What worries him even more is that he knows that I feel that every time the transformation is released, I will enter a strange state.
Part of his emotions were stripped away, and everything in the world had nothing to do with him. Geralt, Ciri, Triss, Coral, and many relatives and friends could not make the slightest wave of emotion in his heart.
He is like an absolutely calm spectator, watching the development of all things indifferently.
He thought of the farewell words of the Most High
No matter how hot the feelings are, they will eventually be annihilated in time and space. Only destruction, purification, and circulation are the eternal truths.
He did not hesitate to consider that frequent use of the "Advent" ability would affect his character and gradually annihilate his emotions.
So he has to become stronger through normal channels to cope with future crises!
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"I'm a little worried about the Scoia'tael..." Roy lowered his head and sniffed Rita's fire hair, then said, "There was no reply to the message I asked Aveline to send to Blue Mountain. There is no doubt that the law Ranziska doesn't trust the witchers in our brotherhood and doesn't even want to talk to me. I have to be fully prepared to prevent her from playing tricks again."
The Elf Queen ignored the Witcher's invitation to negotiate, and the Scoia'tael were still raging in the north, risking their lives to serve as pawns for the Southern Empire.
The sorceress's face turned slightly pale. She once used her relationship with the Warlock Association to contact this "Valley Daisy", but the other party seemed to understand her deep connection with the witcher and flatly refused.
Triss and Yennefer also tried to no avail.
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"Secondly, we have to be careful about the Wild Hunt... Both Ciri and Eleni have ancient blood flowing in their bodies, and the Wild Hunt has been pursuing this precious and powerful ancestral blood for hundreds of years, and sooner or later they will come and kidnap them. Without them, I must improve my combat effectiveness as soon as possible."
Speaking of which, Roy originally wanted to contact Francesca. On the one hand, he did not want to see Evelyn die, and on the other hand, he also wanted to find the spatial coordinates of the world where the Wild Hunt settled, because the Elf Queen and the Wild Hunt were The relationship between them is profound
The elves in the witcher world are the Ain-Sidi tribe, and the original identity of the Wild Hunt was the Ain-El tribe.
Both of them once belonged to the Iron Woodold clan, and they carried ancient blood. They used this god-given blood to travel through space, distort the multiverse, and plunder the resources of thousands of worlds.
But this kind of time travel is usually accompanied by hoarfrost that destroys everything. This huge cosmic disaster chases them slowly but irreversibly, freezing the worlds they escape from, as if to punish them for abusing the ancient blood. punish.
One day later, when the two tribes passed a "crossroads" during a long journey, they chose completely different routes to avoid Bai Shuang because of their differences in ideas.
The plundering Aon El went on the Wild Hunt to a world full of alders, carried out a purge and occupied the magpie's nest.
Ion Sheedy, who was good at invention, creation and architecture, came to the world of demon hunters and left countless exquisite buildings in history that can be called civilized treasures. Later, he was driven into the Blue Mountains by humans and became the current Philippine The group of elves led by Lavandre and Francesca.
The sages between the two races are closely connected and master the method of communication.
Roy plundered the inheritance of Vilgefortz and held evidence that Francesca colluded with Nilfgaard and betrayed the Northern Warlock Association ~IndoMTL.com~ and understood their high expectations. As long as they can If you meet her in person, you will be certain to persuade her to cooperate.
Once he gets clues from her, Roy can follow the clues to find the headquarters of the Wild Hunt. He can strike first, gather his strength to take the initiative, and deal with the radicals who covet the ancient blood at once.
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This is his style!
If all goes well, the elves of the Blue Mountains and the Iron Sheidi tribe will have a land and a plane that truly belongs to them.
Everin no longer has to fight to the death with humans to compete for the insignificant Baihua Valley.
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"No need to worry," Rita Nied was very satisfied with his frankness. She sat up with her legs crossed and smiled happily. The magic aura rose and fell on her sculpted body, and she wove a cold expression in the blink of an eye. Gorgeous black gauze dress, "The Brotherhood has twenty demon hunters, six resident mages, inexhaustible potions, alchemy bombs, enchanted equipment, and multiple secret bases. Even if we can't defeat it, we can Get out of the limelight!"
"Next, you can stay in the lake bottom laboratory with peace of mind. I have to confirm that the second mutation has not left any sequelae, understand?" Rita, who was sitting on the operating table, extended her flawless hand to him without any rebuttal.
"As you wish, my lady!"
Roy held the slender fingers and kissed them gently.
Time flies in a regular life. In the following week, the Witcher underwent a considerate and meticulous all-round physical examination by the sorceress, and became familiar with the surge in strength and the lava Quen seal through extensive exercise.
On the eighth day, the three Lamberts who were on a business trip to Soden sent a remote call through the telescope crystal, breaking the calm.