Demon Hunter: I became a god in the demon hunting world

Dick did as he was told again, using up all the energy in his mind to focus on that empty red line while holding his breath.

Soon, the space in front of him changed again, the red line disappeared, and a fist-sized red light appeared behind the tree.

The red light is constantly getting darker, thicker, darker, and thicker with the master's pounding heartbeat.

Its location is at Master's heart, and the Witcher's secondary senses are opened to mark other people's hearts.

The next moment, the master quickly walked out from behind the tree and came to the little boy's side in just a blink of an eye.

"It seems you have done it. What did you see?"

"Master, there is a red mark on the left side of your body, which is constantly changing light and dark."

"Good, this is how we track the living.

"You have to remember that sometimes people are strong, but most of the time they are fragile.

"Just hide and attack his heart from behind, or cut off the arteries on the side of his neck."

Master pointed to his neck with his finger, "He will fall down weakly. Remember?"

"Remember."

"As expected of you, you are my apprentice, hahahaha."

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Dick retracted his thoughts and opened his eyes. He felt the change of skill entries on the panel.

[Combat]: Swordsmanship (professional level), crossbow shooting (professional level)

The improved skills are all combat skills that are helpful for assassination.

As for why there was no memory fragment in his mind before, Dick thought of a possibility:

Perhaps the original person was disgusted with the sharp blade in Master Master's hands, so this memory was sealed unconsciously.

This does not mean that the original person wants to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, but that he wants to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune and run away or establish a new position.

Doing business with the broom witch is the best proof of this.

Extremely stupid!

How to run?

Where can I run?

At this time, Dick felt comfortable all over and his thoughts were clear. He knew that this was a sign that he had received all the memories of his original body.

There will no longer be such a good thing about improving skills for free in the future.

Without thinking at this moment, Dick pulled out the dagger from his waist.

Seeing the witcher's actions, Kebi said in surprise, "Dick, do you really want to go by yourself?"

Dick nodded, then walked down the hillside with his waist down.

Seeing this, Kebi clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand. At this time, he was a little resentful that he was weak and could not help. If he went together rashly, he might also drag down the witcher.

He could only whisper: "Dick, save my father or Sia, everything is up to you."

Dick sluggishly sluggishly turned his back to Kerby and nodded.

Near the outskirts of Duoshi Town, there are thick weeds up to half a meter high.

Thanks to these weeds, Dick became invisible.

Dick squatted on tiptoes like a lynx, walking on cat steps, slowly pushing aside the weeds, and moved toward the village until he reached a stable.

Then he concentrated his energy and activated his witcher senses.

In an instant, several light red dotted lines snaked out of Dick's body.

Dick held his breath again, and then these dotted lines slowly disappeared, overlapping with the soldier's heart and turning into a dark and changing red mark.

Within a few dozen meters, Dick had determined the number of Gato soldiers in the village - 11, after receiving the feedback in his mind.

And there were two people in one room.

Among the two people, the red mark of one of them is slightly darker and changes slightly faster, which is completely different from the smooth changes of anyone else.

And the other one just beats at the same frequency as an ordinary person.

The first person was of average physical fitness, different from the soldiers who had been on the battlefield for a long time. He should be Cato Sacrifice.

And the second person is their prisoner.

The prisoner may have been tortured or was weak from hunger.

The only valuable prisoners were the quasi-warlock Shia and Baron Odin III.

Dick concentrated and held his breath again, his body motionless, because a soldier was walking towards him.

Looking through the cracks in the weeds, the soldier was holding a food bowl. The smell of plant juice came from inside, which should be horse feed.

The soldier mumbled something in Cato language that Dick couldn't understand at all. He was probably complaining about his companions. Why should he be asked to feed the horses?

He didn't realize at all that there was a great danger hidden in the weeds half a meter away.

The soldier had just squatted down and placed the food bowl next to the stable, when he felt a pain in his neck.

His eyes suddenly widened, and the thought of "enemy attack" came to his mind. Just as he was about to scream, his mouth was covered again.

Dick fiercely covered the mouth of the enemy in front of him to prevent him from speaking.

Seeing that he didn't die immediately, he stabbed him in the heart again.

The dagger penetrated the soldier's light armor and penetrated into his heart. When he pulled it out again, the soldier died instantly.

Then, he walked quietly forward along the edge of the house wall without making a sound.

When I came to a corner, I found a soldier guarding there through a blind spot.

The soldier was bored, holding his spear upside down in his hand, standing there, looking extremely relaxed.

But this is also human nature. After all, they have just won a battle, so it is understandable to make a small mistake.

However, this brought him a fatal disaster.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart, followed by severe pain. He lowered his head and stared in disbelief at the shimmering sword tip emerging from his heart. Just as he was about to shout, the sword tip suddenly disappeared and reappeared. .

Dick gently put the soldier's body down, wiped the bloody dagger on his sleeve, and looked a little dissatisfied.

Having just mastered this skill, he was not very skilled in assassination and could not kill with one blow.

This thought flashed through his mind, and then Dick exerted a little force on his legs, faced the wall, and quickly grabbed the beam under the eaves with his arms.

He turned slightly in the air and landed lightly on the roof.

He bent his waist again and moved forward slowly.

When he reached a certain point, he took out the short crossbow from his waist and aimed at the two soldiers guarding the outermost part of the village.

When he locked his eyes on one of the soldiers, time seemed to slow down.

The swaying of the surrounding leaves and the opening and closing of the soldiers' mouths could be seen clearly.

This is the effect of professional-level crossbow shooting - when aiming at the enemy, you will become more focused and move faster.

The quick nerve reaction of the Lynx School is effectively reflected in crossbow shooting.

He shot the crossbow arrow quickly, accurately hitting the red mark of a marked soldier with light and dark alternating.

The bright bloody arrow tip popped out of the soldier's heart, killing him suddenly.

A soldier next to him saw this and was about to shout, but the next moment, the tip of the arrow suddenly popped out of his heart.

After dealing with the two, Dick continued to move forward, quietly stepping on the roof.

With a little effort, he jumped onto another roof without making any sound.

When he arrived at a certain place, he looked down at the three soldiers below, quietly installed the crossbow, put it on his waist, and thought about it again, and jumped down directly.

He took out a dagger in the air and stabbed it from top to bottom. Under the action of gravitational potential energy, it hit the gap between the neck and shoulder of one of the soldiers. The dagger went straight into his body, and then it was pulled out suddenly.

Before the other soldier next to him could react, he spun around and slid, blood splattered into the sky, and the soldier could only helplessly cover his throat and fall down.

The third soldier was about to shout, but Dick had already kicked him in the abdomen, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

Dick threw the dagger in his hand again, hitting him in the middle of the neck.

He took back the dagger and gave a light push, and the third soldier fell down with a dazed look in his eyes.