The Divine Hunter

The dark sewers, black with almost no light, the foul-smelling liquid gurgling in the ditch, and occasionally mice and cockroaches crawl through the corners, making chirping sounds.

Subtle footsteps sounded, and three figures with torches stopped somewhere in the pipeline, "The bodies of the two bat-winged demons are gone..." Someone said,

"Human blood is good wine for vampires, and the blood of low-level vampires is also an irresistible temptation for wild animals," Oaks touched the side of his hood and lowered his voice, "The corpse of the bat-winged demon... It's probably been eaten up."

"Open your eyes, there are no minced meat and bones nearby, it doesn't look like the body of that thing was eaten." Serrit said solemnly.

After returning the three knights to Yada, the Serret brothers decided to accompany Roy into the sewers, and the cooperation of the three witchers was enough to deal with most dangers.

The witcher's pupils began to reflect cold light, reflecting a dragging trace that was difficult for ordinary people to detect on the ground where the sewage was flowing. Above the curved trace, a looming red ribbon made of blood molecules emerged and stretched out. To the end of the invisible darkness, show them the way.

"Come here..." Oaks wiped the sewage from his palms on the red and white turban, and then strode along the path to chase after the shooting star.

Roy and Serrit followed behind. Compared with the reckless Oaks, the two acted more cautiously: they extinguished the torch, hid half of their figure in the darkness, and vigilantly checked the surrounding environment as they walked.

The bodies were dragged not far or near, past two pipes marked on the map, and ended up near an old brick wall covered with moss and phytoplankton.

A fork in the road, the left and the front are places that have not been visited yet, and the blood-colored ribbons and the traces of drag stop abruptly here.

The witcher exchanged glances, quickly searched the nearby ground and walls, and then found some scattered marks on the bricks in the corner, which were the basic characters of a row of common scripts in the north.

Dirty, dangerous, and inaccessible sewers, how can such a row of characters appear for no reason? The witchers were aware that this was some kind of mechanism.

The witcher brothers didn't act recklessly, they had no clue.

After a brief thought, Roy suddenly flashed the incredible dream in his mind. In the huge spider web, a spider-like monster screamed at him.

"Black Greba..."

"...gray...ba..."

he remembered,

This name of unknown meaning also appeared at the bottom of the tongue of a bat-winged demon.

Is it a coincidence?

Roy reconfirmed the characters on the wall again, and made up his mind: no more, no less, just fit!

"This is the password of the agency!" Roy touched the brick with painted characters, and at the same time signaled Brother Oaks to draw out their weapons, form a seal, and guard on both sides of the wall.

When he touched all the characters, a light and crisp sound suddenly appeared, like the moment when a key was used to unlock the door.

Roy pushed forward against the wall again, and the originally motionless wall was pushed away so easily.

The heavy brick wall rubbed against the ground, causing a huge movement, and a secret room slowly emerged behind the wall.

At the door of the secret room, the witcher waited for a while and then separated the two of them to explore the way.

The leading Serrit took out a fist-sized glass ball from his close-fitting purse, rolled along the ground toward the depths of the secret room, and then took Roy along the path that the glass ball rolled.

The two walked into a narrow corridor. The floor was covered with a scarlet carpet, covered with dried blood scabs, and a trace of fresh blood could be seen. The walls on both sides maintained the rough and dark gray style of the sewer. The difference is that it has been artificially polished and looks smoother.

After the corridor is a spacious and bright hall, the brazier in the corner is burning, and the hall is fully illuminated: there is no extra decoration here, and an altar placed in the center is the most eye-catching.

A rancid stench that was far stronger than that in the sewers rushed toward him.

The altar is full of corpses, and hundreds of biological remains have gathered into a hill. At a glance, you can easily distinguish small animals like mice, medium-sized animals like hounds, monsters such as water ghosts, evil ghosts, and even is human.

Most of them are of a certain age, with only bare skeletons left, but some are relatively new and highly decomposed, covered with red, green and green abscesses, mucus, and gray rotten flesh.

Including the two headless bat-winged demon corpses.

The witcher's eyes continued to move forward. Behind the altar stood a tall wooden frame like a door frame, and a totem was hung with thin black lines.

A web is drawn on the totem, and a lifelike lion-faced spider is crawling in the web. The black fluff, sharp chelicerae, and ferocious body are exactly the miniature version of the monster Roy saw in his dream.

"Black Greba, does it mean this?" Roy was stunned, and suddenly, the blood-colored pattern on the back of the lion-faced spider seemed to come alive and kept squirming, from slow to fast, forming a vortex that attracted him All minds.

At the same time, there was a bewitching whisper, as if the voices of countless men, women, old and young reverberated in his ears.

For a while, many visions appeared in front of him, and Roy's expression became dazed, but his strong will sounded the alarm for him.

He shook his head and bit the tip of his tongue lightly. After the severe pain, the strange vision disappeared from his eyes.

He looked away immediately.

"Don't look at that totem!"

"Well…"

The Serrit brothers were refreshed and freed from their hallucinations.

The three exchanged glances with awe.

Invariably, they put their toes on their toes, and began to walk towards the altar with their backs arched.

Everything in the secret room proves that this is the underground stronghold of a secret cult. The question is where did the priest go?

The brazier is still burning, and where are the believers who moved the bat-winged demon corpse in?

Serrit stopped after taking a few steps, and then pointed to the mountain of altars.

Roy followed his guidance, focused his attention, and heard the faint sound of breathing and heartbeat. Disordered breathing and rapid heartbeat indicate how nervous the hider is.

Serret made a gesture and double-teamed from the left, while Roy held the crossbow and moved to the right. Oaks is in the middle.

What the two did not expect was that the hider could not bear the pressure first.

"Don't kill me! I...I surrender!"

Amidst the trembling screams, a slender woman in a white sacrificial robe stood up from behind the altar. She raised her hands high and turned her face slowly, revealing an unusually young face.

She looks very delicate, with thin lips, black eyes, long reddish-brown hair casually draped over her shoulders, her skin is white and transparent under the firelight, and a thin and light layer of fluff is faintly visible between her neck.

She was dressed neatly and refreshingly, giving the impression of a girl next door, but at this moment, the girl's face was pale, her lips were trembling, and she was extremely frightened.

Serrit didn't have the slightest pity for the fragrant jade. It was abnormal for such a clean and beautiful woman to appear in the messy basement. He put the cold steel sword directly on the woman's neck.

"If you don't want to die, tell me honestly, where is this place and who are you?"

The woman glanced at the side, and another man pointed his crossbow at her.

The steel sword around her neck and the threat of the crossbow gave the little girl no room to resist. She said timidly like a frightened quail, "Abigail... my name is Abigail, the sacrifice of the Great Weaver. Here is the its sanctuary."

"The Great Weaver?" Both witchers looked puzzled, they had never heard of this name.

"You mean that lion-faced spider?" Roy stared at her, and Anjin's pupils became deep.

Abigail

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Occupation: Priest of God of Bad Omen

...

Roy looked puzzled.

Except for her priesthood, her attributes and skills are no different from ordinary girls.

Why live in dangerous sewers?

Abigail swallowed and continued to explain, "The lion-faced spider, grayba, Coram Agh Tera, are the names of the Great Weavers. It is The Weaver of Fate, who rules the death of all living things, it—"

"Okay!" Serrit said fiercely, "We didn't come to listen to your preaching. This big spider is obviously an evil creature! Otherwise, how could it hide in the dirty and dark sewers and build an altar."

"Vizima officials don't allow your beliefs, am I right?"

"The master is not the evil god!" Abigail resisted with her neck clenched, but she was defeated again by the cold eyes of the witcher. "...But it is true that not only Vyzima, but the whole of Temeria is forbidden to spread the belief of the Great Weaver. We were forced to establish a stronghold in such a dark place as the sewers."

"If I guessed correctly," Roy said with a solemn expression, "the big weaver in your mouth is also known as the god of bad omens, right?"

"You, have you heard of it?"

"I've not only heard of it... I've seen it," said the witcher timidly.

The god of bad omens, the god of bad premonitions, this is the more widely known name of the lion-faced spider in the folk.

It is an extremely cruel deity, who holds darkness and death as its creed, and requires its followers to make frequent human sacrifices.

And its admirers think it is the great weaver who weaves the fate of mankind into a huge web. This web is constantly expanding. When a certain thread is broken, it will lead to the sudden death of a certain person, and when someone self-terminates, His line will also be disconnected.

Therefore, the lion-faced spider is considered to be the god of unnatural death.

The most notorious rumors about this god, and its church, aside from human sacrifice, are the vicious cursing abilities of its priests.

Some of the priests of the God of Bad Omen possess endless cursing methods, and can even curse their murderers by sacrificing their own lives and souls after death.

In this regard, Roy has seen it twice with his own eyes - Aaron, the leader of the werewolf incarnation at night, was cursed by a believer of a god of evil omens before he could bear that tragic fate.

And the beggar Navalen, the same.

All in all, the belief in the God of evil omens today is notorious in the North, almost completely banned, and the entire Church is on the verge of extinction.

But Roy never imagined that the sewers of Vizima, the capital of Temeria, would hide such a hidden stronghold. If he hadn't cleaned the sewers for Yada, he would have continued to hide for a long, long time.

"The Church of the God of Evil Omen and the Church of Virtue have all set their sights on this sewer, is it still a treasure?"

"Those two bat-winged demons!" Roy glanced at the huge corpse in front of the altar, "What's the relationship with the God of Evil Omen?"

Abigail leaned back slightly, slightly away from the blade of the steel sword between his neck, "They are the patron saints of the altar tamed by the previous priest."

The witcher looked startled, "Can the priest of the god of evil omen domesticate monsters?"

"That's right, if it wasn't for the Patronus being dealt with, you wouldn't have given in so easily, right?"

Roy's eyes turned on the woman again, and her body trembled, "So, Abigail, are you an aboriginal in Vizima? Where have the remaining priests and believers of the Church of Bad Omen gone?"

"I grew up in Vizima," Abigail looked at the flaming brazier, her eyes twinkling. "My adoptive mother, the last priest died many years ago, and now I'm the only priest left in Vizima."

"you sure?"

"I promise!"

The sword edge took another point. Oaks, the witcher, couldn't control that much. What kind of believer or woman would make such an evil sacrifice, it would be better to die.

But Roy stopped him.

I planned to use the Axi seal to torture me first, but halfway through the seal, I suddenly retracted my finger, because an extremely ominous premonition suddenly rose in my heart - continue, a huge terror will come!

The warning of the blood of the ancients?

"What a hot potato!"

In fact, he would rather face a bat-winged demon than meet such an evil church priest.

The priest of the god of evil omens cannot be dealt with casually, otherwise he will be cursed, and life is better than death, but it is impossible to let her go directly.

"Let the church's affairs be handled by the church." Roy made up his mind. "Let's go, guys, bring Abigail to the princess for a decision. The layout of the sewer is also her idea."