The Divine Hunter

laboratory.

The candlelight flickered.

Show two surprised faces.

The results of the inspection of the captives were beyond the imagination of Leto and Phillis.

In front of him, the "mummified corpse" who was tightly bound and talking to himself like a madman, his heartbeat and breathing rate were very different from those of normal people and even witchers.

There is not a single piece of intact skin on the whole body. On the surface, it has at least suffered fire, freezing, electric shock, physical transformation... dozens of heinous tortures.

All kinds of torture, the degree of pain exceeds that of the grass trial, and ordinary people would have lived and died.

Even most witchers with remodeled immune systems, who have gone through all this, will die from severe infections and internal organs failure.

But he stubbornly survived.

In a twisted and inhuman gesture.

Wounds, muscle tissue, organs and blood vessels, sticky, crusted, and healed.

The body is as thin as a mummified corpse, but it has unusually abundant vitality.

"He's been imprisoned for at least twenty or thirty years..." The vulture stared at the captive's lava-like red eyes, and seemed to want to discover a little bit of humanity and reason, but unfortunately only empty, "Without food, no drinking water, how can I live? down?"

The bald man was silent, but there was an answer in his heart-maybe this guy could no longer be called a witcher, and even further, he was no longer a human!

"Everyone, look at what I found!" Roy's sudden shouting shocked everyone and quickly gathered.

The Cat Pie blueprints were circulated from Letho's hand, one by one, until the vulture, the steady, strong hand of the Cat Pie witcher clenched the sword, and rarely began to tremble.

"Four cat school blueprints, so this brother is indeed from the cat school."

Oakes glanced at the owl rather unbearably.

Serrit shook his head, "It is very possible, but it cannot be ruled out that other schools can find the blueprint. After all, the cat pendant that proves the identity is still missing."

They searched the living area and the experimental area, only to find some irrelevant books and expired alchemy materials.

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Next,

When Roy showed the silver sword "Moon Blade" and the experiment diary.

There was an eerie silence all around.

The witcher gritted his teeth, panting heavily...

"Renius V. Steingard, Matteo Sikura... these two names, I remember!"

"Bastards! Things that are inferior to pigs and dogs! How dare you use witchers for experiments?!" Ox's big fists clenched, "Don't let me catch them, or they will be scraped one by one. clean!"

"Tormented and wailing to death!"

"It would be too easy to die." Serret's voice was as cold as ice. "Instead of me, I have to repeat all the tricks on them, once, twice..."

"Based on the physique of most warlocks, it won't last that long..." The bald-headed man was expressionless, his voice was indifferent, and what he said was creepy. "You have to find a helper who specializes in healing spells to keep them alive, keep them awake, and enjoy the last moment."

"Sorry, the water ghost has killed one target, we can only punish the other at most."

Roy shook his head, but he didn't expect his companion to be more ruthless than himself.

As for Phryus, the palm of his hand repeatedly rubbed the blade of the moon, his gray-green pupils stared at the burned cheeks of "Mummy", and his scarlet pupils gradually became dazed.

The memory flashed back to the days when we walked all the way in the wilderness decades ago.

Sighs and remembrances quietly covered the vulture's thin cheeks, temporarily suppressing hatred and anger.

"Did you recognize him?"

"The blade of the moon, the scarlet pupils, the blueprint of the cat pie... If I remember correctly, he was my old friend from a long time ago, called Kaiyan." Owl sighed.

"Tell me carefully?" The four Snake faction looked over.

The gray-green pupils of the owl flashed memories,

"I can't remember exactly how long it took. About fifty years ago, I received an assassination request in Sintra, and I met Kaiyan on the way to Temeria to perform a mission."

"He and I belong to the rational faction, and feel helpless about the current situation of the cat faction, and disdain to be in the company of the cat faction in the caravan, so they wander alone and rely on commissions to make a living."

"Because of similar backgrounds and similar temperaments, Kaiyan and I quickly became friends, and we walked together for about a month... Often drinking around the bonfire, exchanging alchemy, combat experience, and sharing previous adventures."

Yes, they had a fulfilling and enjoyable time together with good wine and stories.

It never occurred to me that we would meet again after decades of absence, but the other party was tortured in such a tragic state.

"Wait a moment..." Roy glanced at the "mummified corpse" whose lips were still opening and closing. "What does the rational faction mean? The cat faction is still divided into different forces?"

In fact, Roy has always been curious about the cat school, but unfortunately he only knows about it. He only knows about this group of moody assassins, wandering all over the world and living in no fixed place.

The school has also been abandoned for a long time.

"Intellectualism is a reluctance to say, it refers to the witchers whose personality and emotional changes will not be too severe after the grass trial, and there are only a few in total." Owl said mockingly, "A little bit more. Human nature, can control temper, except for task delegation, generally will not kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Two names suddenly appeared in Roy's mind.

Aiden, a close friend of the wolf hunter Lambert, and Carradine, who gave up the slave business, are all rationalists.

"Besides the rational pie, the rest of the cat pie cannot handle their own emotions because of their character flaws, and can easily get out of control..."

"Why does the herbal decoction of cat pie cause such serious sequelae?" Roy interrupted suddenly and asked. Sooner or later, he would take cat pie potion, but he didn't want to become a lunatic.

The bald-headed man immediately gave a warning in his eyes, as if to blame him for being reckless.

"It's not a big secret." The vulture said frankly, "No matter which school of herbal medicine, it will more or less suppress normal emotions and make the user become more obtuse than ordinary people. Of course, there are also Ox. An unaffected optimist like a brother is extremely rare."

Roy's mouth twitched.

Is this a compliment or a loss?

"And the cat-paste herbal decoction was originally created by the Master to further weaken the tester's emotional changes and create an emotionless killing machine."

"But the result is counterproductive. Weakness turns into strength, especially amplifying negative emotions in the heart."

"Many cat pie after taking the medicine, their emotions such as fear, anger, sadness, etc., are amplified, and they can't control themselves... They can only vent and calm down through killing, which has contributed to the darkness in their hearts... The behavior has become more and more ferocious, There are no taboos, and the whole school gradually becomes notorious."

"But Kayane and I are relatively lucky... There is no mental trouble." The vulture's voice sank and took a deep breath, "I didn't expect that after decades of separation, he would actually suffer this catastrophe."

"Brother Snake, can you help me..." The gray-green eyes swept across the four witchers, and the vulture said sincerely, "Let Kaiyan get rid of his madness and regain his sense..."

"This is exactly what we came here for..." Roy and his companion exchanged glances, "But are you sure he can accept his current state?"

Put yourself in the shoes of oneself, and become such a terrifying appearance, like a skinned and scorched mummy, like a living evil ghost, anyone will be in pain.

"He should be given a chance," said the vulture firmly, "to regain consciousness, it is up to him to decide whether to live or die."

"If I get to this point, I hope someone can wake me up!"

"Then here comes the question, according to the experiment diary, Kaiyan is currently occupied by a demon summoned by a warlock." Serret rubbed his chin, his face solemn, "How do we exorcise the evil? I still have some experience in lifting the curse, exorcism. Evils from other planes have no experience at all."

"Everyone, have you noticed the statue and the magic circle?" Roy suggested, "I have a hunch that they must be inseparable from the evil things in Kayan's body."

"The way to exorcise evil is hidden in it!"

"Then take a look!"