The Divine Hunter Chapter 55: The final kill

An arm shaped like a tree root broke through the flesh and blood of the elf's chest like lightning, and grabbed Roy's right hand.

The dim firelight illuminated the bright red blood, crisp moss, and rough bark-like shell.

The young man's heart skipped a beat when he saw this. He grabbed an arrow with his left hand and stabbed the "elf" in the ear. Unexpectedly, the strange hand slapped him in the face, hitting him in the chest and knocking him away like a sandbag.

He rolled around on the ground, feeling bone-piercing pain in his chest. His internal organs seemed to have shifted. He reluctantly climbed up, only to see the strange hand that broke his chest holding the ground, causing the "elf" to move in an extreme way. He sat up with a strange posture.

The pale moonlight shines through the gaps in the forest.

The "Elf"'s mouth opened towards him, and in the dark mouth, a pupil with a will-o'-the-wisp suddenly emerged - cold, numb, and without a trace of the emotion of a living creature.

"Shua——"

The next second, the "elf" sitting upright split into two petals to the left and right like a blooming flower, and a haggard monster with antlers and body appeared in its entirety from the remains of the body...

Compared with the ten-chi height when fighting the demon hunter, its body has shrunk by half, remaining only five-chi (1.5 meters) tall.

There are young antlers growing on the top of the head, the long face is covered with a white bone mask, and the eyes are like a pair of green lanterns, which makes people shudder.

Under the head, the limbs and torso were woven from tree trunks and vines, and the surface was covered with blood and mucus, just like a baby just born from amniotic fluid.

Ancient deer-headed spirit

Age: 272

Health: 80 (weak)

Magic power: 120

Attributes:

Strength: 12↓

Agility: 4↓

Physique: 8↓

Perception: 5↓

Will: 7↓

Charm: 12 o’clock↓

Spirit: 12 o’clock↓

Skills:

Manipulate vines LV6: Use a small amount of magic power to quickly spawn plant seeds, summon tough, fast, and powerful vines to strangle enemies.

Earth Thorn LV6: Elementary earth element magic, which consumes a small amount of magic power to summon ground thorns to attack the enemy.

Summon Beast LV7: The deer-headed spirit uses its extraordinary charm to enchant the animals in the forest and call them to serve him at any time.

Concealment LV7: Located in the forest, the deer-headed spirit can blend into the plants around its body and completely hide its body.

Parasitic Mark LV6: The deer-headed spirit plants a mark on the humans who surrender to it. After the body dies, it will absorb the life force of the parasite and be reborn.

Secret Totem LV6: An ancient and **** ritual that involves sacrificing the flesh and blood of living beings to build a totem that enhances strength.

Whispering in the forest LV7: The deer-headed spirit sometimes confuses travelers who are lost in the forest, using its extraordinary charm to instill illusions in their minds and brainwash them into devout believers.

Child of the forest (passive solidification): The ancient deer-headed spirit is the gatekeeper of the forest and the patron of nature. It protects animals and plants, and the forest rewards it with kindness. When it is in it, its physical energy, magic power, and injury recovery speed are doubled.

……

Roy felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his face turned pale.

Is this the ancient deer-headed spirit? Even though it was a weakened version, it was still abnormal beyond imagination. It was the most powerful creature he had ever seen!

What to fight for? !

He was about to take out the anti-magic metal bomb, but suddenly remembered that the thing had been consumed by the elf sorceress.

"Damn!" Cursing in his heart, Roy hurriedly shot an arrow at the deer-headed spirit. As expected, the arrow got stuck in its tough skin. Apart from bringing out a little green blood, it did not cause any damage. Too much damage.

The deer-headed spirit's weakness is fire!

The witcher's instructions still linger in my mind.

He quickly threw the oil bottle again, letting the oil cover the body of Deer Head Demon. This guy had just been reborn, and his mind was not fully clear for a while, so he did not stop Roy's action immediately.

But when he rushed towards the torch on the cave wall, the pair of green lantern-like eyes suddenly stared over, and the deer-headed spirit's tree-root-like palms suddenly closed together and recited a spell.

"Coax Lata——"

Almost instantaneous——

A thick vine suddenly emerged from the snow, like a predatory python, and swooped from behind to wrap around his right foot.

Pull and mention!

Hang him upside down in the air, unable to resist!

The sudden upside down made Roy's brain congested and he was dizzy for a moment. What frightened him even more was that in just one breath, vines snaked from his feet to his head, twisting him into a "human stick" ", only showing a pair of wide eyes.

The neck was also strangled, and it became difficult to breathe. He suddenly remembered the nightmare of being on the verge of suffocation when he first arrived in Mahakam.

Does this mean today?

Not far away, a monster with a deer head and human body stood up stiffly from its flesh and blood, walked toward him with two wooden stake-like thighs.

At the critical moment, three figures suddenly emerged from the woods behind the monster. It was Duru and Diff who were chasing the white-haired dwarf. The two of them grabbed Kelvin's arms from left to right, dragging him like a dead dog. Suddenly he saw a ferocious figure outside the cave, and he was shocked and raised his weapon.

The second he caught a glimpse of the man hanging upside down, he immediately blew his beard and glared, dropped the prisoner, picked up the hammer and axe, and attacked the deer-headed spirit like two charging rhinos...

The deer-headed spirit didn't know what it was planning to do to the young man. He focused all his energy on him. He didn't expect the surprise attack from behind. He was caught off guard and received a heavy axe and a hammer on his back.

Amidst the strange cry, the "petite" figure trembled forward suddenly, almost falling to the ground. The rough and tough body like bark was smashed into two big holes alive, and water flowed out. Emerald blood.

Suffering from the pain, the deer-headed spirit whined in its throat and turned into a low growl. It turned its body like a windmill and struck the two dwarves with its twisted arms.

The dwarf was short and fat, wrapped in bloated cotton armor and chain mail, but his movements were as flexible as a cat. Following the direction of the attack, he circled around the deer-headed spirit of similar height, waiting for it After all his strength was exhausted, he raised his weapons with both hands to his chest to block, and steadily caught the attack.

That’s not all.

The dwarf skillfully lowered his hands and adjusted the direction of his exertion. The hammer head and ax blade slid forward along the deer-headed spirit's branch-like arm. The friction dragged out a section of sparks and slid them to its chest. Two more hard blows on the back!

In an instant, the moss-covered body surface of the deer-headed spirit split into two huge gaps, and emerald-green blood spilled out like a fountain.

Roy, who was tightly **** and had been watching, could notice that its health had dropped by less than half, leaving only 60 points.

He screamed desperately, but because his mouth was pressed tightly by the vines, he couldn't make a sound.

The deer-headed spirit was completely irritated this time and recited strange and obscure spells again. Compared with ordinary warlocks, its casting time is horribly short. It only requires a quick spell to activate magic. It is difficult for ordinary people to grasp the gap between attacks.

The two dwarves have discovered this guy's weakness. Although he is powerful, his reaction and movement speed are surprisingly slow. So he dragged the ax and warhammer around it in a circle, and the firelight illuminated two figures running around on the ground.

Like two cunning hyenas on the grassland watching for the prey's weaknesses.

Always be prepared to seize the opportunity and give it a few more blows.

They didn't expect that two vines clinging to the snow would break out of the ground silently and launch a sneak attack from the ground.

After being swooped and entangled, the dwarf who failed to react in time fell into the same fate as Roy. He was entangled by his heels and lifted upside down into the air, turning into a "human cocoon" that kept squirming.

But this time, the deer-headed spirit did not intend to let go easily of the culprit who covered it with green blood. A cold light shot out of its eyes, and its withered palms suddenly moved.

The two dwarves were lifted up suddenly by the vines, and then dropped suddenly, their heads coming into close contact with the ground.

After a loud "bang", the vines quickly receded, and the dwarf brothers collapsed on the ground, falling into a deep coma.

……

"Div, Duru!"

Roy shouted silently, with a surge of sourness in his eyes.

"Damn it!"

An arrow suddenly shot out from the door of the cave, hitting its face and piercing deeply into the mask carved from white bones.

The torch illuminated Regan's figure. The crossbowman's black hair was scattered behind his head, and his right thigh was stained with blood. He was obviously injured in the battle with the elves, but his face remained calm as he shot an arrow. , using both hands and feet smoothly, pull the string and place the arrow in preparation for the second arrow.

Behind him, the firelight projected a running figure onto the rock wall of the cave. The furious dwarf Bernie shouted and rushed out, swinging the war hammer in mid-air with huge inertia. And the whistling wind hit the wailing deer-headed spirit.

There are 40 points of life left.

"Mo Ningta——"

The deer-headed spirit covered his injured face with one hand and chanted a vicious curse before the charger.

For a moment, a strong earthy smell surged in the air, dust and sand rose up, and a cone-shaped thorn that was more than ten feet long jumped out of the ground, forming a line in front of the deer-headed spirit. The sloping barrier just blocked the charging dwarves.

The dwarf couldn't hold back his momentum and hit him hard!

"Bang——"

The ground shook, and with the huge sound, the dwarf was knocked unconscious by the force of the shock, and his loosened weapon remained motionless.

"Pa——"

The deer-headed spirit waved his hand again to block the crossbowman's arrows, and summoned vines to wrap around and lift the dwarf crossbowman tightly and hang him upside down.

At this moment, the battle came to an end. The flat ground outside the cave was full of wounded and corpses. The only one standing was a small monster, bathed in red and green blood, with antlers on its head.

There was an arrow stuck in its pale cheek, its chest was beating like a broken bellows, and its breathing was heavy and tired.

Step by step, he walked up to Roy and stared quietly. His breath hit his face, exuding the fragrance of vegetation, blood and earth.

"Is this the smell of a tomb?"

He closed his eyes suddenly. Out of instinct, his body began to tremble involuntarily. Every finger, as well as the raised blood vessels and veins on his neck, were trembling.

Uncontrollable.

Waiting for the final verdict from the deer-headed spirit.

But the next second he thought of the dwarf whose life or death was uncertain, and a surge of anger suddenly surged in his heart, as if it was going to ignite his whole body. His eyes were bloodshot, and he struggled desperately in the vines.

The struggle lasted ten seconds.

Unexpectedly, all the vines wrapping his body receded like a tide.

And the cold, hard and withered hands of the deer-headed spirit pressed his spine and head respectively, using overwhelming force to make him bend down and crawl to the ground.

His cheek was firmly pressed against the snowy ground, and he was "humbled to the earth."

The deer-headed spirit squatted down and raised his face, letting him look at the pupils under the bone mask.

These eyes, filled with deep compassion, were like a whirlpool, sucking in all of Roy's mind.

"Kowtow to me!"

"Submit to me!"

"Believe in me!"

A complex sound composed of hundreds of male and female voices sounded strangely in my ears.

At the same time, the environment in front of him suddenly changed, and he had hallucinations. The world changed and time flew by——

Suddenly, he left Carbon Mountain and Mahakam, and came to an unknown small village with beautiful mountains and clear waters. He became a farmer who works at sunrise and rests at sunset. After hard work every day, , they will devoutly worship a **** enshrined in the village with the head of a deer and the body of a deer.

With its blessing, the village's crops were harvested every year, enough to provide enough food and clothing. Then he got married and had children, and lived a fulfilling, simple and honest happy life.

Wives, children, children’s children, and the whole family began to believe in it and worship it!

For generations!

Until death!

"No! It's fake! It's all fake!" Roy bit the tip of his tongue. The sharp sting and the sweet taste of blood made him wake up instantly. The words of the witcher flashed in his mind,

"The deer-headed spirit will plant a mark on its believers and wait for death and rebirth."

"You want to plant a mark on me?"

An extremely absurd feeling came to his heart, and Roy struggled even more fiercely. However, the strength of the deer-headed spirit was as heavy as a thousand, restraining his body and pushing him to the ground repeatedly.

After a while.

He gave up, his eyes were confused, as if he had completely surrendered, and he let the deer-headed spirit do what he did.

The other party felt his change, and finally relaxed the restraint, allowing him to straighten his body slightly, then held his shoulders with one hand, and stretched out a sharp wooden thorn with the other hand, scratching the clothes and skin on his back. , using blood to slowly outline the patterns of spider webs and antlers.

"What to do? Give in to it? No, never!"

Surrender to a monster and become its "slave" and "supply"?

How can a witcher worship a monster?

The confusion in Roy's eyes turned into determination!

At this moment, he remembered something that had been left unused for a long time in the storage space.

"I still have a chance to make a comeback!"

A pale yellow, cheese-shaped sphere suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand - it was the vomit of the Boy Hunter. It had properties similar to anti-magic metal, which made the demon hunter admire it.

Put your five fingers together and pinch the ball tightly.

Roy raised his head and stared at the pale face of the deer-headed spirit, with a trace of ferocity flashing in his eyes,

"Bang!"

Suddenly breaking away from the restraint, he propped up his body, pressed his right hand **** the cheek of the deer-headed spirit, pressed on the arrow, and risked everything.

It seems like you want to rub it into your body, crush it, and grind it into minced meat!

It stopped drawing the mark, let out a hoarse wail, and took a step back. Its face seemed to be corroded by acid and billowing white smoke came out. Its withered body was like a branch broken by the strong wind, trembling.

Roy finally broke free from the oppression, stood up, quickly took off the torch on the cave wall and threw it towards the deer-headed spirit.

A moment.

The flames ignited the grease on it! It turned into a human-shaped torch, opened its arms, burned blazingly, and wailed on the snow.

Roy's black pupils showed a cold look. He held a crossbow in one hand and held the arrow in his mouth. He kept pulling the string to place the arrow, pulling the trigger, and changing positions.

With his magic power restricted and in an extremely weak state, the deer-headed spirit is no longer able to get rid of this flame, even the most ordinary flame.

One minute later.

In the clearing in the forest, outside the cave, a monster covered in arrows and pitch black fell to the ground, completely losing its vitality.

Roy looked at the charred corpse in front of him, put away his crossbow, and the corners of his eyes felt inexplicably moist.

"Kill the deer-headed spirit, experience value +200, you unlock a new template..."

Transformed elbow and armpit——

Staring at the words in the template, he just breathed a sigh of relief when an extremely strong sense of crisis surged into his heart.

The muscles all over the body suddenly tensed up like a cat with fried fur. The body instinctively rotated backwards. He grabbed an arrow out of thin air in his hand, and with the inertia of the rotation, he stabbed it back sharply——

The feeling of popping a water bag.

The white-haired dwarf covered the blood gushing from his neck~IndoMTL.com~The pale beard was dyed blood red, taking away all his vitality. He staggered back two steps and stared at the young human. A face that he hates,

The narrow eyes were filled with hatred and anger.

Why did the body lose control at the last moment of the shot? What is the **** light surging behind the opponent?

"Uh...you...bastard!" Kelvin Huo's blood-stained lips and whiskers trembled as he mumbled the last words of his life.

The dagger in his hand fell to the ground, his extremely complicated expression completely froze, and he fell straight backwards.

I will never die in peace.

"Kill Kelvin Hogg, experience +20!"

……

Roy slumped down on the snow, his mind and body, boundless fatigue and pain reappeared, and then his face tightened.

"Bernie!"

"Diff!"

"Dulu!"

"Boss Reagan! Are you okay?" He couldn't help but lower his head and choked.

After a while, there was a response from the surrounding area.

"Don't worry...ahem...we are thick-skinned and thick-skinned, so we won't die so easily!" The dwarf crossbowman panted heavily, barely supporting his body.

"Help me lift them up!"

The two quickly checked the three dwarves lying on the ground.

Relieved.

"All alive, just passed out!"

"But Kelvin Hogg is dead, I'm afraid there will be some trouble." Reagan helped Bernie up, pressing hard between his nose and lips with his carrot-thick thumb, a trace of worry appeared on his face.

"I killed him with my own hands, so feel free to push him!" Roy said without any doubt, "I'm not from Carbon Mountain anyway, so after I leave, the Great Elder can't control him!"