The Divine Hunter

The Serpent Pie pendant vibrated wildly, almost breaking free from the witcher's neck.

At the same time, more than 20 "cataract patients" looked at the two people behind them, and more than 20 pairs of pale and cloudy eyes did not blink.

The air seemed to freeze suddenly.

There was a very strange scene in the dark morgue-the deceased sitting up from the bed, the puppets twisted their necks mechanically, some of their necks twisted almost 180 degrees, from the front to the back and half turned. Circle, just to look this way "affectionately".

The firelight clearly illuminated their faces, bruised or bloody wounds, corpse spots, disgusting decay, like clowns with coquettish makeup.

On the other side, their faces were stiff, their scalps were numb, and they subconsciously leaned against each other to cover each other.

"Master, I'll cover you, let's rush out!" Todd clenched the flickering scalpel in his left hand and the forceps-shaped rib opener in his right hand, his deliberately low voice carrying a hint of excitement and fear.

It would be difficult for anyone to remain calm while being stared at by twenty or thirty resurrected dead people.

"Remember, don't be afraid of being stared at by hungry mad dogs. The more afraid they are, the more ferocious they are. As soon as you run, they will swarm and attack your weakness."

"If you run, you will die, and you can pull a few backs before you die."

"Grumble rumble..."

As he spoke, the witcher had already swallowed Thunder and Patry's potion, threw away the empty potion bottle, and a row of jet-black blood vessels appeared on his cheeks.

At some point in his hand, there was an extra dark red long sword covered with runes, and the long sword danced with a sword flower, casting silver light in the air.

The witcher's slender vertical pupils gleamed coldly as they looked at the dead man.

"Resurrected

Health: 80

Attributes:

Strength: 8

Agility: 7

Constitution: 8

Perception: 4

Will: none

Charisma: 0

Spirit: 2

Skill:

Body of the Dead (Passive Solidification): An unknown force temporarily recalls the dead back to the world,

But only the body, not the soul.

It is painless and immune to mental attacks and toxins.

…

Roy retracted his gaze, looked around quickly, and observed the terrain. If he faced less than five resurrected people at one time, he could still defeat them, but there were too many opponents, so he had to give up the idea.

On the contrary, the corpse did not launch an attack the first time it was resurrected.

Whether they reacted a beat slower, or were still observing, they undoubtedly created a chance for them to escape.

"Don't act rashly, move as slowly as possible, and move towards the door."

"Understood," Todd glanced at the bloody corpse that had been dismembered beside him, "Can you take Elsa with you?"

He really couldn't bear to throw his daughter to these demons.

"No chance, I can guarantee that as long as we touch Aisha, these monsters will come and tear us apart."

He tried to point the tip of his sword at Aisha, and the originally quiet group of corpses grimaced and groaned strangely in their throats. Like a mad dog ready to bite.

"Let's be proud of you for a while."

The two began to slowly retreat towards the gate.

The outermost iron door of the morgue had been slammed shut just now, but the innermost room where the witcher was, the door was still open, leaving a way for them to survive.

I don't know what the operators behind the scenes think? The witcher has a feeling that the other party has other purposes, such as torturing them?

...

The witchers and mercenaries were moving, and the resurrected people were following them, making a staggering sound of Kazkaz's knuckles all over their bodies, and step by step, clumsily and expressionlessly leaned over.

Their appearance is ridiculous, and the bodies that have undergone autopsy are covered with ugly stitching marks, like an enlarged version of a rag doll that has been torn in half and re-stitched.

The coroner's suture technique played out unevenly.

As a result, the corpse became grotesque, with crooked necks, slanted eyes, and lame legs.

From a distance, the group of corpses posted as a group looks like a group of models in strange costumes, with strange shapes, performing a strange step performance.

The leader is the half-elf who was castrated for stealing people. The bottom is bare and there is not a single hair. The height of his feet makes him have to twist his buttocks to take a step, and his posture is extremely enchanting.

The dwarf drowned in the cesspool was next to him, and the poor stitching technique caused half of his stinky intestines to leak out of his belly, dragging on the ground like a fat cat with a tail.

Both sides followed suit, the witcher and the mercenary took a step back, and the less-than-ideal Reanimated took a step forward.

You take me one step at a time, and the two sides maintain a short distance from each other, and there is an unspeakable tacit understanding.

Footsteps with an inexplicable rhythm.

One step, two steps, one step, two steps.

The corners of the witcher's mouth opened and closed quickly, and he slowly stepped back.

——

Step by step like claws,

the steps of the devil,

...

"Master, what are you humming?"

"Relax, relax, understand?"

The two walked out of the door frame, and the resurrection's patience was finally exhausted, showing a black rotten tooth to the two of them, breathing a stinky breath.

"Come on, stinky thing! Good show!" The witcher pushed Todd behind the door, pressing the hilt of his sword against the iron door, and holding a round glass jar in the other, "please eat a pineapple. !"

Roy then made a standard bowling action, and the glass jar rolled against the ground to the feet of the resurrected!

They were enraged by the witcher's actions, and the leading half-elf rushed over at a speed exceeding their own agility, and their bodies slid through the air, and the instant explosive force surprised the witcher.

"Shocked!"

Bright red tentacles emerged from the void.

However. Not as the witcher expected.

This kind of creature with no will and lack of soul will not take this trick at all!

Unstoppable fighting!

The witcher changes his moves now!

"puff--"

The boots hit the half-elf's chest with one foot, and kicked it to the bottom.

The other two Resurrected followed closely behind, their stinking mouths almost touching the witcher's face.

However, the next moment, they screamed strangely and retreated back to the group of corpses with smoke all over their bodies.

However, it was a cone-shaped fire dragon that erupted along the demon hunter's seal gesture, igniting the two resurrected ones, and the flames continued to lick the alchemy bomb on the ground!

"boom!"

The witcher closed the door with lightning speed, and Todd and Todd blocked the iron gate with the strength of sucking milk.

In the next second, the entire morgue trembled like an earthquake. The shock wave blew the torches on and off, and the ceiling rustled down, falling lime, and a series of muffled fart-like noises came from behind the door.

Vaguely, there are still wailing and strange screams mixed in the middle

After about five minutes, everything stopped, the two exchanged glances and gasped.

"Master, you knew there was something wrong with the morgue? Why would you carry explosives with you?"

Todd's big face was full of surprise and solemnity. He didn't even see where the witcher took out the bombs and weapons. The latter obviously had no pockets or packages.

"There are several schools of witchers. I belong to the 'Explosive Flying Snake' school, and I often study the art of explosions. Have you heard of it? In a closed structure like a morgue, it would be too much to not throw a few alchemy bombs to play with. wasted."

Roy said and waved his hand, his expression still tense.

There are only two records of experience gained in the template,

Kill the resurrected

Experience +5

Kill the resurrected

Experience +5

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Witcher lv7 (1800/4500)

You must know that there are more than 20 resurrected people in total.

Although the witcher expected that a single "pineapple" would not be able to blow up all that thing, the number of kills was still too low. It did not achieve his ideal effect at all.

Thinking so, the witcher has another alchemy bomb in his hand.

"The experience value is so low. It seems that the resurrected person also has problems with their souls. Now, if one doesn't work, then come another one. Who told you to dare to attack me in such a place!"

However, the ideal is very rich, but the reality likes to play sap.

Before Roy could drop the bomb, a white fog suddenly filled the air.

What tricks are you playing?

"Todd, come near me, be careful!"

The witcher put away the alchemy bomb and picked up the silver sword Arrondette again.

In just ten seconds, the dense fog filled the entire room, and the vision of the two was completely suppressed, almost invisible.

They had to cling to the iron gate and cover back to back.

"Ding ding..."

"Ding ding..."

A crisp bell sounded from the mist.

Then a huge force slammed into the iron gate.

Roy's back seemed to be kicked by an elephant, and he rose into the air.

However, the agility of ordinary people has given him excellent balance ability. In mid-air, he adjusts his posture like a falling cat, straightening his limbs and arching his back.

As soon as the toes touch the ground, the whole person immediately rolls on the ground,

"Ding ding..."

Dangerous and dangerous, he felt a fishy wind brushing his scalp, and if he didn't roll over, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Then there was a painful groan in the white fog not far away!

The witcher's face sank, and he quickly formed a Quinn seal.

Yellow light covers the whole body.

The half-squatted body took small steps and swept away.

He didn't think Todd could block the monster's attack with his crappy scalpel and rib opener.

"Shhhh..."

Accompanied by the smell of medical preservatives and burning, two resurrected people suddenly rushed out of the white fog!

They blocked the witcher's path, and they rushed in from the left and the right.

Completely reckless, let the middle door open wide.

Good to come!

The witcher's shape slammed, and when he could not let go, an Alder seal knocked the resurrected person in his left hand away.

As soon as he lowered his head, Arondette in his right hand dragged a half-moon-shaped arc in the white fog.

Unparalleled sharpness, the dark red blade slashed the resurrected person into two pieces.

"Wow wow..."

In the pungent smell, red and green were scattered all over the ground.

The witcher tapped his toes on the ground and jumped to the left. The silver sword slanted and stabbed downwards, penetrating the head of the fallen resurrected.

The blade was drawn cleanly.

The wrist shook, shaking the blood from the tip of the sword.

"Kill the resurrected, experience +5."

"The head is one of the weaknesses?"

The resurrected man who was cut in half still scratched the ground with his arms and approached the witcher tenaciously.

Roy pierced its heart with a sword, and it was still crawling.

"It seems that the weakness is only the brain."

The witcher pushed the corpse away, and there was another "ding ding" sound, the three-headed and half-scorched resurrected man showing a grin.

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