The Divine Hunter Chapter 27: Flying Lion Monster Green Grass Trial
The laboratory under the temple island.
"Gulu gulu..." The flames were burning brightly under a large cauldron, and the turbid solution was boiling in it, with rich layers of colors, changing like a frightened cuttlefish.
Crushed yam, plantain, and datura root tumble in the pot.
In the brewing furnace next to the cauldron, the blue liquid flows through the twisting glass tube, flows through the filter, and is slowly poured into a large heated vat.
On the far right, on the tool table, an alcohol lamp heats a huge measuring cylinder filled with purple solution, emitting green smoke.
The sorceress in a blue gauze dress that showed off her beautiful curves was standing in front of a pile of alchemy instruments. She was casting spells calmly and calmly. Her whole body was filled with magical light. From time to time, she pointed her finger towards the cauldron, the big bar, and the measuring cylinder. .
"Chirp—chirp—"
On the shelves were bags of dried herbs, cut into pieces, and dark red monster organs and tissues automatically flew into three containers.
"Ghoul mutant! No. 1!"
Rita Nied let out a sweet cry, and the demon hunter behind her immediately stepped forward and threw a scarlet growth the size of a fist into the cauldron.
At this time, due to the torture of the virus, the appearance of the demon hunter has changed significantly from before.
He lost a lot of weight, his close-fitting shirt became baggy, and he was two whole sizes too big.
She has short, glossy black hair that is as dry and as yellow as straw. Because she is too thin, her cheekbones are prominent on her face. Her dark gold pupils appear particularly large, like plump almonds, and the bloodshot eyes in the whites are as dense and terrifying as sandworms.
His figure was emaciated and haggard like a terminally ill patient.
But his energy was extremely high, his eyes were like fire, and his pale cheeks were filled with a sickly blush.
"Crab spider! No. 2!"
"Bat-Winged Demon! No. 3!"
Rita Nieder kept giving orders.
The demon hunter is like a golem newly filled with chaotic energy, completing each of her instructions accurately and quickly.
The two of them work together perfectly.
This went on for five minutes.
The witcher mixed all green mutants, blue mutants, and red mutants into the three solutions in a strict ratio of 6:1:1.
The sorceress began to recite a spell, and her delicate hands with purple nails made dazzling gestures on her chest.
The sound of the spell was crisp and sweet at first, like a gurgling stream. As the chaotic energy in the laboratory became denser, the sound of the spell became louder and louder.
Become the language of nature.
From the endless chirping of cicadas in summer to the surging water waves hitting the scorched rocks.
At a certain moment, a strong wind blew in place, blowing her hair like flying flames.
The sorceress’s figure-hugging dress is like a flag stretching in the wind.
There was a majestic dark cloud floating under the ceiling.
Boom!
Dense bubbles appeared in the three containers, like boiling hot spring water, and the invisible magic hand pressed the fast forward button on them.
Boil, refine, and it’s ready in a flash.
The volume of the solution shrinks at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Rainbow-like gas emerged from the container, and a strange smell...like thick blood mixed with honey...permeated the air of the entire laboratory.
"Shua——"
The gestures and incantations came to an abrupt end!
Three **** of ooze-like crystal clear liquid flew out of the container, rose into the air, and then suddenly fell into the smooth and flat experimental table and into three crystal clear cups.
The sorceress wiped the glistening sweat on the tip of her nose with a white handkerchief, her chest heaved and she breathed a long sigh of relief.
Rui relaxed and picked up the first cup of solution at will.
The sluggish eyes turned to the witcher, Rita Nied pursed her red lips,
"These are the three core potions of the Flying Lion Monster Green Herbal Potion... Mother's Tears——"
The whole body is green, like a rippling river of life,
"Wild Black Wort——"
Scarlet as blood, exuding fatal charm,
"Thatch juice——"
It is as blue as the sky and is intoxicating at a glance.
"If you use injection, the effect of the medicine will be too fast and it will be too dangerous for you. So you'd better drink them all and slowly digest and absorb the decoction through the intestines and stomach."
"But it must be within five minutes, otherwise the efficacy of the medicine will be lost."
The witcher reached out to the "Mother's Tears" in her palm without hesitation...
Rita Nied suddenly grabbed his hand.
The shoulders tremble slightly.
Look directly into his eyes,
The voice is gentle and as soft as velvet.
"Little rascal, it's not too late to give up now. With your physical fitness, you can return to your best condition within half a year."
"But once you drink them, there is no way out..."
"Either live or die painfully."
"Gu Gu!" In the corner of the laboratory, a lion-sized griffin covered in brown suddenly rushed over, its big soft head rubbing against the witcher's leg.
The dark eyes are filled with flattery.
The loyal griffon participated in the entire trial process and witnessed all the changes in its master these days.
She became flustered.
Afraid of losing the person who raised her and was closest to her.
Roy rubbed the mane on the top of her head and patted her neck comfortingly without saying a word.
The skinny cheek turned to the sorceress, revealing an ugly smile,
"Coral, do you remember our premonition? This trial will definitely succeed, at most... it will be a near miss!"
The demon hunter's eyes flashed with confidence, and his tone was gentle but firm, "And how could I be willing to leave you?"
The demon hunter approached her, his skinny body emitting astonishing heat like a furnace, and his bloodshot pupils were as deep as the stars in the night sky.
All the flashing light is projected into that cup.
He suddenly took the "Mother's Tears" from the sorceress and took a deep breath.
"Before taking the medicine, I have a wish——"
"Uh-" He turned around and hugged the stunned Rita Nieder, giving her a painful kiss.
Until your mouth is covered with coral-colored lipstick.
He breathed a long sigh of relief,
"Coral, trust me...No matter what happens to me, don't use magic!"
"GuluGulu..."
There was a heart-shaking sound of swallowing in the laboratory, and the witcher drank three decoctions in one go.
Then he lay peacefully on the operating table, lying on Rita Nieder's soft thighs.
The sorceress gently threaded her left hand through his hair, held his hand with her other hand, and stared at his face without blinking.
The green herbal medicine of the Flying Lion Monster took effect. He closed his eyes tiredly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. His breathing was steady and his physical signs were normal.
Only the hands and feet would suddenly twitch occasionally, and the blood vessels and tendons under the skin would bulge, swim, and retract like loaches from time to time.
Half a day later.
Dramatic changes come unexpectedly.
"Pfft..."
Hot blood sprayed into the air.
The sorceress dazedly touched her smooth cheek and stretched out her hand to take a look.
The bright lights in the laboratory illuminated a large area of bright red blood and dark red blood in the palm of my hand.
"Pfft..." Shocking drops of blood appeared on the demon hunter's face.
Rita Nied seemed to hear the slight crackling sound of capillaries, and blood seeped out from under the skin of the man in front of her.
Along with vomiting blood, the body temperature increased.
Like a severe attack of hemorrhagic fever.
The bleeding symptoms persisted.
After half an hour, Roy lost at least 10% of his blood. His thin silk coat was stained with a dazzling red, and he completely turned into a **** man.
Rita Nied's heart was in a state of shock, and she didn't even wipe the remaining blood on her face.
But this is just the beginning.
The two conflicting medicinal properties in the demon hunter's body were far from being satisfied, and they raged even more fiercely, like a violent rabid dog - tearing his skin apart.
At a certain moment, the skin under the demon hunter's left eyelid and next to his nose suddenly cracked, exposing muscles and blood vessels the size of a fingernail.
Immediately afterwards, the cracks began to spread.
It spreads from the cheeks to the chest and back, and slowly develops towards the limbs.
It forms ugly spider webs burning with blood and flames.
Roy, turned into a gradually broken porcelain.
Rita Nieder covered him with bandages one after another and sutured the wound with sterilized needles and thread.
But there were too many wounds and bleeding points, and the blood loss continued.
……
Unconsciously, her palms were covered with a mixture of blood and sweat.
Staring at the person in front of him, soaked in a pool of blood.
His face was pale, his whole body felt like it had fallen into an icehouse, and his back was getting chills.
Large areas of skin loss coupled with this level of blood loss...
Is the Trial of Green Grass about to fail at the beginning?
She felt bitter.
As expected, a demon hunter cannot swallow two different formulas. I should not have let you go.
If you fail the trial, you fail.
But you can't die!
Rita Nied bit her lip, the healing water condensed on her fingertips, shining with white light.
But before taking action, I suddenly remembered the solemn instructions of the witcher,
"Don't interfere!"
She hesitated for a moment.
Suddenly, a miraculous scene appeared in front of the sorceress, which can be called a miracle——
The comatose demon hunter suddenly let out a muffled groan, and large areas of cracked skin on his face and arms spontaneously shrank inward and bonded, as if an invisible force was piecing them together.
Although he is still **** and bloody, he is far from healed.
But the blood loss was finally relieved, the demon hunter's body temperature began to drop, and his blood pressure, breathing, and heartbeat became stable.
Rita Nied canceled the magic, clutched her chest, and breathed a sigh of relief.
A trace of thought flashed across her pretty face.
……
The moment when you swallow the decoction of the flying lion monster.
Roy's spirit was firmly locked on the template.
He witnessed with his own eyes that various negative states such as blood loss, high fever, and weakness gradually appeared on the template. The health value also continued to drop from 170 to less than 30 points.
Near death.
It wasn't until "activation" was used that the shaky state was finally stabilized.
"Is this what Coral calls a conflict of medicinal properties?"
The toxicity of the flying lion monster decoction is no longer a fear to him.
The difficulty lies in the collision of the flying lion monster decoction and the remaining snake pie decoction in the body.
It was as if two invisible forces were fighting within his body, destroying his bones, blood vessels, internal organs, and even breaking apart his genes.
He had to get through it and at least have one breath left.
And full recovery cannot be used too early.
Otherwise, the transformation will not be complete, and he will only be half-assed.
So the "activation" accumulated from a complete round of meditation every day is very important to him, and it is a skill that can extend his life!
At the thought of this, the demon hunter sank into the void of meditation.
Embrace the bright and playful elements.
Looking at the four elemental planes lingering in the ancient sky in the distance.
In the eyes of the sorceress, the blood-soaked demon hunter's expression became calmer than ever before.
……
The next period of time.
The Trial of Green Grass entered a rhythm familiar to Roy.
The war between the Flying Lion Monster Decoction and the Snake Pie Decoction breaks out once a day.
Use his body as a battlefield.
In his blood vessels, bone marrow, tissues and organs, sharp knives ran rampant and wreaked havoc.
The demon hunter manifests himself in a variety of external states - systemic bleeding, fluctuating body temperature, neurological epilepsy, bleeding from all orifices, insane murmuring, sleepwalking, low laughter, and unprovoked swearing!
Even a variety of symptoms are mixed.
During this period, the "activation" skill that restored 30% of his health and healed minor injuries showed great potential, always bringing him back from the brink of death.
Let him linger.
Rita Nied witnessed the miracle and became numb.
The sorceress showed amazing patience and consideration throughout the trial.
After daily suffering, the condition of a witcher often becomes very bad, covered in blood, sweat, and sometimes dirty and smelly.
However, Rita Nieder did not dislike it at all.
Take pains to use soft cotton towels and warm water to wipe and clean his body carefully every day.
Take time to use the large iron pot in the laboratory and use the seafood from the sea port to carefully cook portions of food with balanced nutrition, color, flavor and flavor.
In his short waking hours every day, feed him spoonful by spoonful.
During his brief period of sobriety, Roy once movedly joked that as long as there is a gentle, considerate and beautiful nurse like her in any hospital!
All the men in the city will become patients.
……
There are still three days until the January period.
The witcher's condition is becoming more and more perfect, and the situation has taken a turn for the worse - the two decoctions have brought not only pain and destruction, but also rapid transformation - his skin, muscles, blood vessels, tissues and organs , bones, injured and rebuilt countless times.
Broken and then established.
Becoming more powerful, full of vitality, and possessing amazing resilience.
His body shape changed from skinny to strong and plump, the lost muscles returned and became stronger, and the wounds all over his body scabbed and healed.
Leaves scars.
His height jumped up a bit.
Originally, he was slightly shorter than Rita Nieder, but now, his eyes are level with hers.
His short hair grew at an alarming rate and hung down over the back of his neck, with a touch of gray mixed in with the black color.
His heartbeat became stronger and stronger, like steel, as if it would resound into the endless future.
……
On this day, Roy, who was suffering on the operating table, felt something strange.
He clearly closed his eyes tightly.
A tragic vision appeared in the vision that should have been dark——
A giant adder with yellow-gray diamond-shaped patches all over its body was tightly entwined with a male lion with a dark hook at the end of its tail.
The viper's slender body contracted and tightened, causing the manticore's muscular body to be torn open and blood oozing out.
With a "hissing" sound, he spat out a scarlet snake letter, and swallowed the lion's head into his belly with his huge grin.
And the manticore let out an earth-shattering roar inside its body, its tail cone as sharp as a hook pierced the mottled skin, and its sickle-like claws tore its torso.
In the stalemate, the struggle between the manticore and the viper came to an end. The two creatures merged into one body due to exhaustion. You are in me, and I am in you.
Bright red blood flowed from countless wounds.
Tumbled into the dark void. ~IndoMTL.com~The witcher suddenly felt a surge of vitality.
Into his own body.
Washing through every cell in him.
Turn into nutrients.
He absorbed it greedily.
Every muscle, blood vessel, and every piece of skin is full of explosive power.
My heart beat like a drum, as if it was about to burst my chest.
He wants to vent!
In an instant, the witcher suddenly opened his eyes and turned——
The right eye is still pure dark gold, but the iris of the left eye is strangely split in half.
Half dark gold, half shining with silvery gray light!