The Divine Hunter

Laboratory under Temple Island.

"Gulugulu..." The flame under a large cauldron was burning vigorously, and the turbid solution was boiling in it, with rich color layers, changing like a frightened cuttlefish.

Crushed yam, plantain, mandala root tumbling in a pot.

In the brewing furnace next to the cauldron, the blue liquid flows through the tortuous glass tube, through the filter, and slowly pours into a large heated vat.

On the far right, on the tool table, an alcohol lamp heats a large measuring cylinder filled with purple solution, emitting green smoke.

A sorceress in a blue gauze dress with beautiful curves stood in front of a pile of alchemy instruments, casting spells calmly, with magical light lingering all over her body, and her fingers pointed to the cauldron, bar, and measuring cylinder from time to time.

"chirp-chirp-"

Bags of dried herbs on the shelf, cut into pieces, and dark red monster organs automatically flew into three containers.

"Ghoul mutants! Number 1!"

Rita Ned let out a coquettish sound, and the witcher behind him immediately stepped forward and threw a fist-sized, scarlet vegetation into the cauldron.

The witcher at this time, due to the torment of the virus, has undergone very obvious changes from before.

He had lost a lot of weight, and his fitted shirt had become baggy, a full two sizes too large.

His short black glossy hair was dry and yellow like straw. Because he was too thin, his cheekbones were prominent, his dark gold pupils were particularly large, like plump almonds, and the bloodshot on the whites of his eyes was as dense and terrifying as sandworms.

He had the gauntness of a terminally ill patient.

But his spirit was extremely strong, his eyes seemed to be filled with flames, and his pale cheeks showed a morbid blush.

"Crab spider! No. 2!"

"Bat Wing Demon! No. 3!"

Rita Nieder kept giving orders.

The witcher, like a golem freshly filled with chaotic energy, followed her every command with precision and speed.

The two cooperated tacitly.

This went on for five minutes.

The witcher mixed all the green mutants, blue mutants, and red mutants into the three solutions in strict accordance with the ratio of 6:1:1.

The sorceress began to chant a spell, her slender hands painted purple in dazzling gestures across her chest.

The sound of the incantation was crisp and pleasant at first, like a gurgling stream, and as the chaotic energy in the laboratory became denser, the sound of the incantation became more and more grand.

into the language of nature.

From the continuous cicadas in summer, to the surging water waves hitting Jiaoyan.

At a certain moment, a gust of wind blew in place, blowing her hair like a flying flame.

The sorceress's close-fitting dress is like a flag that stretches in the wind.

A majestic dark cloud was faintly floating under the ceiling.

Boom!

In the three containers "gulugulu" appeared dense bubbles, like boiling hot spring water, and the invisible magic hand pressed the fast-forward button on them.

Boil, refine, and serve in an instant.

The volume of the solution shrinks at a rate visible to the naked eye!

A rainbow of gas came out of the container, and a strange smell...like sticky blood mixed with honey...diffuses the air throughout the laboratory.

"Shh-"

Gestures and spells come to an abrupt end!

Three balls of ooze-like liquid flew out of the container, rose into the air, and suddenly fell into the smooth and flat test bench, into three crystal clear cups.

The sorceress wiped the crystal beads of sweat from the tip of her nose with a white handkerchief, her chest heaving, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

Catkin relaxes and lifts the first cup of solution at will.

The sluggish eyes turned to the witcher, Rita Ned pursed her red lips,

"These are the three core potions of the Flying Lion Monster Green Herbs... Mother's Tears—"

The whole body is emerald green, like the rippling river of life,

"Wild rye wort—"

Scarlet as blood, radiating deadly charm,

"Thatch juice—"

As blue as the sky, it is intoxicating at a glance.

"If you use the injection method, the effect of the medicine will be too fast and it will be too dangerous for you. So you'd better drink them up and slowly digest and absorb the decoction through the stomach and intestines."

"But it has to be within five minutes, otherwise the potency will be lost."

Without hesitation, the witcher reached out to the "mother's tears" in her palm...

Rita Ned suddenly grabbed his hand.

The shoulders trembled slightly.

look him in the eyes,

The sound is gentle and velvety.

"Little villain, it's too late to give up now. With your physical fitness, you can return to your best condition within half a year."

"But once you drink them, there is no way out..."

"Live or die painfully."

"Cuckoo!" In the corner of the laboratory, a lion-sized griffin covered in brownish yellow suddenly rushed over, its big soft head rubbing against the witcher's leg.

Wu Liuliu's eyes were filled with sympathy.

Loyal griffins participated in the whole trial process and witnessed all the changes in their masters these days.

She became flustered.

Afraid of losing the dearest person who raised her.

Roy rubbed the mane on top of her head and patted her neck comfortingly, without saying a word.

The skinny cheeks turned to the sorceress with an ugly smile,

"Coral, do you remember our hunch? This trial is bound to be a success, at most... there is no danger!"

The witcher's eyes shone with confidence, and his tone was gentle but firm, "And why am I willing to leave you?"

The witcher approached her, her bony body exuding astonishing heat like a stove, and her bloodshot eyes were as deep as the stars in the night sky.

The flickering light was all projected into that cup.

He suddenly took "Mother's Tears" from the sorceress and took a deep breath.

"Before taking the medicine, I have a wish—"

"Um—" He turned around and embraced the stunned Rita Ned, and kissed him bitterly in return.

Until lips are covered with coral-colored lipstick.

He let out a long sigh of relief,

"Coral, trust me... in a moment, no matter what happens to me, don't use magic!"

"Grumble rumble..."

There was a heart-pounding sound of swallowing in the laboratory, and the witcher drank all three decoctions in one go.

Then lay peacefully on the operating table, on Rita Need's soft thighs.

The sorceress ran her left hand softly through his hair, the other held his, her eyes fixed on his face without blinking.

The flying lion monster green herbal medicine took effect, and he closed his eyes tiredly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, his breathing was steady, and his physical signs were normal.

It's just that the hands and feet would suddenly twitch occasionally, and the blood vessels and tendons under the skin would bulge playfully like a loach, swim, and shrink back.

After half a day.

Upheaval came unexpectedly.

"Pfft..."

Hot blood sprayed into the air.

The sorceress stroked her smooth cheek in a daze, and reached out to take a look.

The bright light of the laboratory illuminated a large area of ​​red blood and dark red blood in the palm of the hand.

"Pfft..." Shocking drops of blood appeared on the witcher's face.

Rita Nieder seemed to hear the slight cracking sound of capillaries, and blood leaked desperately from under the skin of the man in front of her.

Along with vomiting blood, the body temperature rose.

Like a severe hemorrhagic fever.

Bleeding symptoms persisted.

After half an hour, Roy lost at least 10% of his blood. The thin silk coat was dyed a dazzling red, and he completely turned into a blood man.

Rita Ned's heart sank, and she didn't even wipe the remaining blood on her face.

But that's just the beginning.

Far from being satisfied, the two medicinal properties of the conflict in the witcher's body intensified, raging like a raging rabid dog—ripping his skin to shreds.

At a certain moment, under the witcher's left eyelid, the skin next to his nose suddenly cracked, exposing muscles and blood vessels the size of a fingernail.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks began to spread.

It spreads from the cheeks to the chest and back, and slowly develops towards the limbs.

Formed ugly, bloody spider webs.

Roy, turned into a gradually broken porcelain.

Rita Need wrapped him in layer after layer of bandages and sutured the wound with sterile needles.

But there were too many wounds and bleeding spots, and the blood loss continued.

...

Before she knew it, her palms were crawling with a mixture of blood and sweat.

Staring at the person in front of him, soaked in a pool of blood.

His face was pale, his whole body was like falling into an icehouse, and his back was cold after another.

Extensive skin shedding combined with this level of blood loss…

Is the trial of green grass about to fail at the beginning?

Her heart was bitter.

Sure enough, a witcher can't swallow two different recipes, and I shouldn't have let you go.

If the trial fails, it will fail.

But you can't die!

Rita Ned bit her lip, the healing of water condensed at her fingertips, shining white light.

But before I started, I suddenly remembered the solemn exhortation of the witcher,

"Don't interfere!"

She hesitated for a moment.

In this instant, a miraculous scene appeared in front of the sorceress, which could be called a miracle—

The witcher who was in a coma suddenly groaned, and the large cracked skin on his face, on his arms, and on his face spontaneously shrank inwards and glued together, as if an invisible force was piecing them together.

Although still bloody, far from healed.

But the blood loss was finally relieved, and the witcher's body temperature began to drop, and the blood pressure, breathing, and heartbeat became stable.

Rita Nieder revoked the magic, clutching her chest, sighing in relief.

A thought flashed across the pretty face.

...

The moment when he swallowed the decoction of the Flying Lion Monster.

Roy's spirit was firmly locked on the template.

He witnessed with his own eyes various negative states such as blood loss, high fever, and weakness that gradually appeared on the template. The health value also continued to slide from 170 to less than 30 points.

near death.

It was not until "Activation" was used that the shaky state was almost stabilized.

"Is this what Coral calls a medicinal conflict?"

The toxicity of the flying lion monster's decoction was nothing to him.

The difficulty lies in the collision of the flying lion monster decoction and the snake decoction in the remaining body, two different medicinal powers.

It was as if two invisible forces were fighting within him, destroying his bones, blood vessels, internal organs, and even cracking genes.

He had to get through it, or at least take a breath.

And full recovery can't be used too early.

Otherwise, the transformation has not been completed, and he can only be considered a half-hearted.

Therefore, one round of complete meditation every day, the accumulated "activation" is very important to him, and it is a skill that can prolong his life!

Thinking of this, the witcher sank into the void of meditation.

Embrace that cluster of brilliant and mischievous elements.

Looking at the four elemental planes in the ancient sky in the distance.

In the eyes of the sorceress, the blood-soaked witcher's expression became calmer than ever before.

...

the next period of time.

The grass trial entered a rhythm that Roy was familiar with.

The war between the Flying Lion Monster Decoction and the Snake Decoction will break out once a day.

Use his body as a battlefield.

In his blood vessels, bone marrow, tissues and organs, he rampaged like sharp knives, causing massive destruction.

Demon hunters can manifest in various states--systemic hemorrhage, fluctuating body temperature, neurogenic epilepsy, bleeding from the seven orifices, insane babble, sleepwalking, low-pitched laughter, and unprovoked cursing!

Even a variety of symptoms are mixed.

During this time, the "Activate" skill that restores 30% of his health and heals minor injuries shows great potential, often pulling him back from the brink of death.

Let him linger.

Rita Need witnesses miracles to the point of numbness.

The sorceress showed amazing patience and thoughtfulness throughout the trial.

After each day's ordeal, the witcher tends to be in a very bad state, covered in blood, sweat, and sometimes filth and stench.

However, Rita Ned did not dislike it at all.

Every day, use a soft cotton towel with warm water to carefully wipe and clean his body for him.

Taking time out, using the large iron pot in the laboratory and using the seafood from the sea port, I carefully cook a portion of food that is nutritionally balanced and full of color, aroma and taste.

During his brief waking hours each day, he was fed spoonfuls by spoonfuls.

In Roy's short sobriety time, he was moved to ridicule that as long as any hospital could have such a gentle, considerate, glamorous and moving nurse!

All the men in the city will become sick.

...

There are three days left until January.

The witcher's state is getting more and more perfect, and the situation has turned sharply - the two decoctions bring not only pain and destruction, but also rapid transformation - his skin, muscles, blood vessels, tissues and organs, bones, Injured and rebuilt numerous times.

Break and stand.

Become stronger, more vibrant, and amazingly resilient.

His physique went from bony to firm and full, lost muscle returned and stronger, and wounds all over his body scabbed and healed.

leaving scars.

His head jumped up.

Originally, she was slightly shorter than Rita Ned, but now, her line of sight was level with her.

His short hair grew at an astonishing rate over the nape of his neck, black with a touch of grey.

His heartbeat grew stronger and stronger, like steel, as if it would resound into the endless future.

...

On this day, Roy, who was suffering on the operating table, felt a strong strangeness.

He clearly closed his eyes.

A tragic vision appeared in the supposedly pitch-dark field of vision—

A giant sharp-nosed pit viper with yellow-gray diamond-shaped patches all over its body was entangled with a male lion with a pitch-black hook at the end of its tail.

The long body of the pit viper shrank and tightened, causing the manticore's sturdy body to tear open and seep blood.

In the sound of "hissing", he spat out the scarlet snake letter, and swallowed the lion's head with his wide mouth.

And the manticore roared earth-shatteringly inside it, the hook-sharp tail cone pierced the mottled skin, and the sickle-like claws tore its torso.

In the stalemate, the struggle between the manticore and the pit viper came to an end. The two creatures were exhausted and merged into one. I have you, and you have me.

Bright red blood flowed from countless wounds.

Rolled into the dark void.

The witcher felt a surge of vitality for a moment.

into your body.

Flush every cell of his.

turned into nutrients.

He absorbed it greedily.

Every muscle, blood vessel, every piece of skin is filled with explosive force.

His heart beat like a drum, as if his chest was about to burst open.

He's going to vent!

In an instant, the witcher suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes turned—

The right eye is still pure dark gold, but the iris of the left eye is bizarrely split in two.

Half dark gold, half shimmering silver gray light!