The Divine Hunter Chapter 40: Good Friday
Winter is approaching.
The fine and continuous rain, accompanied by the howling cold wind from the sea, made passers-by on the street shiver with their heads covered.
On the second floor of the Spear Cave, sparks crackled in the fireplace, and the crystal magic lamp illuminated a magnificent room.
The wall clock points to twelve o'clock.
Olov Beard leaned against the window sill, squinting through the drizzle curtains and looking downstairs at the market lingering in the rain.
In row upon row of shops, under parasols, vendors and customers wrung out wet clothes and trousers while shivering while negotiating prices.
He exhaled hot breath from his face which was red from the cold.
This is Orlov's favorite moment, sitting comfortably in the room of the superiors, carefully selecting the "lucky ones" from the hundreds of ordinary people in the No. 1 city market, and dedicating themselves to the great magic science.
In his opinion, the common people in Nuo City in the market are just a little bit higher than the lowest inhuman race. It is very rare to have the opportunity to come into contact with magic once in their life. They should feel honored and die without regrets.
What's more, mortals will eventually pass away, but it will only last forty or fifty years of inaction.
And he, the Lord of Nuo City, the pioneer of magic and science exploration, and the person chosen by the great collector, can become exquisite specimens and works of art, and gain another form of immortality!
In fact, decades have passed since Olof changed his name, but his temper and hobbies have remained unchanged.
Compared to the teacher who was buried in the foul mouth of the water ghost, he was more interested in the collection itself.
However, each collection must undergo appropriate experimental transformation before it is eligible to be placed in his collection room.
For example, the beautiful and innocent daughter of the Black Sun whom I discovered two months ago.
"Life is just a high-level experimental material, and only when it becomes a collection can it realize the greatest value." Orlov stared in the direction of the market and murmured to himself intoxicatedly, "Let me see, today, another Whose lucky day is it?"
……
"Huh..."
Two thugs with fat bodies and fleshy faces, with black hair on their chests and muscles on their arms exposed under their tight leather jackets, stood under the gold-lettered signboard of the Spear Cave, with serious expressions and slow eyes, looking back and forth at the brothel. of guests.
Two men wearing thick gray cloaks stepped on the slippery ground in the pouring rain, one on the left and the other on the right.
The gatekeepers each stretched out a hand and crossed it into a cross outside the gate of the Spear Cave. Anyone who stopped them would confiscate dangerous weapons.
A stunning blue light suddenly flashed before his eyes.
The cloaked man's fingers quickly outlined two inverted triangle seals, as flexible as butterflies dancing among the flowers.
The two thugs were instantly confused by the flowers, and followed the cloaked man into the rain with dull and confused expressions.
Subsequently, three other "new customers" dressed in simple gray clothes, with strong builds and eyes as bright as amber, filed in through the gate.
In the hall shrouded in sultry sounds and ambiguous lights.
The three of them walked to a corner table.
A Gwent game is getting anxious.
Both sides of the game were furious, and among the guests watching, there was a bald middle-aged man who was watching the game intently.
The witcher came to him and looked around casually.
One, two, three... a total of three bodyguards stood in the shadows in the corner of the hall, their eyes warily scanning the laughing and arrogant guests and the gorgeous and coquettish girl.
Look up again.
In the corner room on the left side of the second floor, two sturdy men were guarding the door, as if they were two stone sculptures motionless.
The witchers exchanged glances.
Ochs suddenly walked towards the heavily made-up Madam in the center of the hall, raised the corners of her mouth, raised her eyebrows, rubbed her hands like a customer ordering food, and started chatting happily with her.
The bodyguard on the rooftop was attracted by his loud voice.
The bald man stood behind the bald man, his huge muscular body blocking the sight of the bodyguard on the first floor.
Serrit patted the bald man on the shoulder.
"Well, what are you doing? I know you? Don't block me from watching the game?!" The bald man said with an impatient curse, and suddenly his whole body was shocked.
The eyes were empty and blank at first, and then widened.
There are vertical and horizontal ridges on the forehead.
The slanted mouth and slanted eyes are full of anger!
My whole body started to tremble, I was shaking with anger!
Serrit quietly stuffed a small bag of compensation into his pants pocket, and then left the table with the bald man.
Slowly walked towards Ikkaku's bodyguard.
"Bang! You bastard, you dare to cheat, you are greedy for my money, I am tired of living with you!" The bald middle-aged boy suddenly shouted, stood up and overturned the Gwent chessboard in front of him.
The wine bottle broke into several pieces, and Gwent cards and crowns fell all over the floor
Suddenly, the hall exploded!
Several onlookers began to fight for it.
The bald man, with a red face, viciously pushed down a Gwent player who was about to explode with anger, then jumped on him and started a struggle.
Onlookers were busy picking up money, and some clapped and cheered.
Unexpectedly, the bald man went crazy and struck back again, dragging an innocent bystander into the battlefield.
The hall is a mess!
……
The two bodyguards in the corner were alerted, and they rushed over with ferocious smiles on their faces.
At the same time, the eyes of all the guests, waiters, and even the two bodyguards upstairs were attracted.
Oakes is still entangled passionately with the madam.
The two demon hunters were like lightning, one on the left and one on the right. They took a few steps and instantly reached the last bodyguard who stayed in place.
The muscular man with a red face and a beard moved his lips. Before he could make a sound, he closed one of his ring fingers and extended his other four fingers in front of his face.
He trembled as if he was electrocuted.
Suddenly he raised his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a strange smile.
Go straight up the stairs.
Downstairs behind him, two bodyguards were giving the bald man a harsh lesson. One put his arm around his neck, and the other punched his chest and abdomen.
No one noticed his movements.
…
As soon as the bodyguard with a weird smile arrived, he raised a money bag and waved warmly to his two colleagues in the corner of the second floor.
"Ding-ding-dang-dang-dang..."
The beautiful sound of coins colliding attracts a person...
Then...
A few minutes later, in a spring-filled room in the Spear Cave, five bodyguards were arranged in a line on the big bed, snoring like thunder.
The Madam and Oaks who were guarding the hall were also missing. Everything was quiet and orderly again.
The remaining two demon hunters accompanied a man of ordinary stature and honest face as they stepped up the stairs and headed towards the corner room on the second floor.
……
Olov Beard was observing with great interest an ugly man in the market with a wide nose and a pockmarked face, "This ugly man looks really unique. Could it be a cross between a dog and a frog? Let me think about it, how should I modify it to make it a perfect collection?"
Olov propped his chin in front of the window sill, with a cruel light in his eyes.
Suddenly.
"Call——"
A fluorescent light rose in the air in front of the man's eyes.
A round, crystal-clear glass jar turned into a stream of light and flew into the window, landing right at his feet.
The speed was so fast that the man's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't react at all. He just heard a crisp "click..." sound.
Broken glass flying.
A large swath of tiny, fluorescent particles shimmering like stars emerged from the glass jar and spread into the surrounding space in the blink of an eye, covering Orlov.
"Zi Zi..."
Yellow arcs of electricity appeared all over the Warlock's body, and the unimpeded magic power in his body seemed to be frozen for an instant, unable to mobilize even a single bit!
"Here comes someone!"
Olov yelled, pulling away and sprinting towards the door.
After all, after being a member of the Big Three for more than ten years, he has encountered many dangers, and his face is not messy at all.
However.
"Whoosh——"
A small crossbow arrow shot through the window into the room.
Space is like ripples on water.
A man with black hair, golden eyes, and a slender figure emerged from the ripples in a mysterious manner.
At this moment, the warlock stopped running away and turned around suddenly. No spells or gestures could be seen from him. The ruby ring on his index finger gushed out with a dazzling yellow light.
"Boom——"
Instant - Fireball!
A fist-sized orange fireball set off a row of flame waves and headed straight towards the attacker.
The flames surrounding the fireball were extremely hot.
Just half a breath.
The temperature in the room was heated up several degrees, and the air was distorted by the high temperature.
The demon hunter who emerged from the ripples had no time to react and was hit in the chest by the fireball.
Bang!
Sparks flew and the yellow light was annihilated.
The Quen seal covering his whole body was instantly shattered, and the huge impact knocked the demon hunter backwards.
He groaned in pain.
His health dropped by one-third.
"Naive, can anti-magic bombs restrain me?" Olof stood in the doorway with a ferocious smile, and touched the obsidian ring on his **** again.
"This is——"
The virtual room was electrified, and the whole room was filled with green light. A twisted silver snake emerged from the ring and hit the fallen demon hunter.
No, it only hit an afterimage.
The demon hunter rolled to the side and narrowly avoided the electric shock. The delicate red carpet beside him was penetrated and charred threads were revealed.
Immediately afterwards, Roy reached out with his left hand and grabbed the hand crossbow from the void.
Pull the trigger with your index finger.
"Whoosh, whoosh——"
Blessed by multiple enchantments, two arrows trailing meteor-like tails reached the warlock's chest in an instant.
But Orlov still looked calm.
The experienced mage has already grasped the pendant around his neck——
"Bang, bang...dong..."
Three consecutive collisions.
The moment the arrow hit close to his body, it was bounced away by the magic shield that the warlock had activated.
Two stun arrows stunned Orlov for 0.2 seconds. A warlock who was casting spells normally would have been rendered incompetent by the spell's backlash.
But he is different.
Use carefully crafted enchanted equipment to instantly activate spells.
There is no interruption.
After the golden magic shield easily deflected the arrows, he still had the energy to activate the second spell——
Resist the force field!
"Boom!"
A circle of white airflow like waves centered on Olof and swept away in all directions.
A tenth-level gust of wind seemed to have broken out in the room.
The quilt cover, the mirror, and the crystal lamp on the ceiling were all pushed open by a huge force and pushed into a mess!
As the arrow flashed closer to Orlov, the demon hunter who bore the brunt was like a tattered rag doll, being pushed to the window and slammed into the wall.
My whole body is in severe pain, sore and weak!
Dark Gold's pupils flashed with a hint of pain.
The witcher gritted his teeth.
"Activate!"
The coolness surges up, instantly soothing the pain.
……
However, Orlov had no time to pursue the victory, his face suddenly turned pale, and he fell into a huge panic.
The face showed panic for the first time in the battle.
This is also the last time.
A row of **** tentacles were reflected in the pupils, emerging from the void, passing through the mana shield as strong as a barrier, and entangled his body, his will, and his soul.
It made him unable to move, not even his fingers that were full of rings could move.
"Huh..."
Within two seconds, the demon hunter had climbed up and flashed towards him again.
The silver sword with the leather sheath in his hand struck the short purple-haired head from top to bottom.
Hit with the hilt!
"咚"
Olov Beard fell heavily to the ground.
Unconscious like a dead dog.
"Huh——" Roy breathed a long sigh of relief. This was the first time he had beaten a warlock so embarrassingly.
"You must never underestimate spellcasters in the future, especially well-prepared spellcasters!"
Roy took the warlock's arm, dragged him to the center of the room, and opened the door.
"Kaz——"
"Hey, boy, did you have your head chewed by a ghoul? How can you be so disgraced? This guy is so troublesome?"
"Serrit, stop making sarcastic remarks to me! Close the door quickly!" Roy squatted on the ground and quickly took off the warlock's eight rings and the exquisite bright stone amulet. "What's the situation outside? There was a lot of noise just now!"
"Don't worry, this guy's bodyguards are all asleep. If 'himself' explains it later, there will be no problem!"
"Then, Lord Gawain, now he is handed over to you..." Roy glanced at the two ordinary men surrounded by the Snake Faction.
The latter crossed his fingers in front of his lower abdomen and took a step forward with a sullen face.
Yellow eyes the size of sesame seeds locked on the unconscious Olof Beard...
The three demon hunters also held their breaths, staring at the shapeshifter with their beast-like vertical pupils unblinkingly.
This was the first time for them to witness the power of a shape-shifter in person, and they were unwilling to miss any detail.
Soon, Gawain's facial features began to disappear, like dough that had been kneaded. His body, limbs, and bones also began to shrink, collapsing toward the mass in the center.
Turns into a wriggling ball of mud.
Dazzling green light flashed.
It seems that there is an invisible and transparent sculpture master in the room, delicately kneading and shaping the mud ball.
Limbs, necks, and faces appeared quickly, from blurry to lifelike.
No more than two or three seconds.
One of Olof Beard's "twin brothers" appears alive in front of everyone.
"Tsk tsk..." Roy touched the arm and neck of the shapeshifter in surprise, and handed him the collected enchanted equipment, "It's exactly the same as the real thing. I didn't expect that even clothes and pants could be transformed."
"That's right...even if this guy's parents are here, they can't tell the difference." Seret said.
"Our plan must be foolproof!" The bald man patted Olof Transformer's shoulder and said boldly, "Gawain, oh no, Lord Olof, from today on, you and the demon hunter People are like grasshoppers on a rope. ~IndoMTL.com~ We are the strongest allies. If you have any trouble in the future, just ask! Of course, in certain critical moments, I hope you can lend a helping hand! "
"Ugh..." Olof Transformer suddenly held his stomach and retched, "This guy is such a **** pervert! He actually collected a roomful of dried corpses."
"Have you read his memory?"
Roy asked curiously,
"Well..."
"Uh...as allies. We have to set a rule, without permission." Seret said solemnly, "You can't copy our own brothers."
"Okay, Lord Olof, go check on those bodyguards first and wake them up!" Lei Suo's tone deepened, and his sharp eyes like a knife swept towards the unconscious collector, "We should follow the agreement Take Olof back to his old place."
"Don't keep Kyaan and Todd waiting too long."
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