The Divine Hunter

After the hole in the prison wall, the environment is similar to the inside of the mountain, dark and dim.

Roy hangs on the top of the cave and overlooks it condescendingly.

There are narrow forks in all directions, at different levels. The special cave structure makes it seem like a natural insulation layer, which is significantly warmer than the laboratory.

Oddly-shaped stalactites hang down from the ceiling, and among the thick rubble and clay on the ground, you can see from time to time small bumps that look like raised craters, which are obvious signs of giant centipedes.

Mutant white widows spend most of their time tunneling and perching underground. Only when they feel threatened and their territory is invaded will they suddenly break open the ground and use a dozen pairs of highly poisonous and sharp appendages on both sides of their bodies. Attack, or open big and hideous mouthparts, long-range spewing venom that can erode through granite.

But these terrifying abilities couldn't hurt Roy a single hair. He quickly climbed the almost vertical rock wall like a spider. The sticky gloves and sticky boots on his hands and feet made him climb the wall as if he were walking on the ground. Running slow on the ground.

The gray silent cloak wrapped around his body, minimizing the sound and vibration of his movements, and the golden and jet-black magic shield circulated around his body to cover up his body odor.

Completely cut off the possibility of the White Widow finding him.

In addition to this, there is a third layer of insurance—the azure lightening technique released by Coral’s heart. If someone looks at it from a distance, they can only see the faint gray shadows on the ceiling and walls.

He is a traveler in this sinister land.

...

After walking around for about an hour, Roy almost searched the White Widow's nest, and finally found three eggs in a corner——

There are disgusting yellow bumps and growths on the surface, soaked in transparent mucus and exuding a strange fragrance.

From a distance, it looks like a rotting cactus.

mutated white widow eggs

Growth cycle: two months

Living environment: warm, humid, dark place.

? ?

Roy didn't plan to kill them all, only two of them were wrapped in a silent cloak and taken away, leaving one to turn back.

...

"This thing is disgusting." Oakes touched the egg's shell with his fingertips, and suddenly shivered, "You won't let us get a centipede egg sashimi?"

"This thing is highly poisonous when eaten raw, and witchers are not immune. You can try it if you are tired of living." Coral's pretty face showed a smile as she walked happily around the big metal jar, holding a second mutation in one hand. Experiment log, stroking the cold and hard shells of several connected containers with one hand, "I almost understand how they work. I have to say that Thomas Moru is a genius."

"For those of you who have undergone the green grass trial, this equipment will atomize the mutated white widow egg protein for your body to absorb..."

"This special protein will repair the mutated genes that already exist in your body... Thomas thought it would restore them, but in fact the mutation is even more severe. According to the experimental notes, the experimenter's strength, speed, and response will be significantly improved."

"So what's the chance of success for the second mutation?" Roy asked a crucial question. After all, his companion didn't have a second life. "Is there any chance of an accident?"

"I can only speak my own judgment," Rita Ned said with her chin raised, "for witchers, the second mutation will not take the risk of forming a new mutant gene, but will be based on the existing mutation. It is much safer and more reliable than ordinary grass trials.”

"Bangdang..." The slender index finger tapped the large can,

"And I've checked this equipment, and it seems to be working normally. So the probability of failure is extremely low. Even if the participants in the experiment are unlucky, they won't die. At most, the strengthening effect is close to nothing."

"But first I have to have a subject for me to analyze."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then tangled again,

"Material is limited, two White Widow eggs are only enough for one person..." The sorceress turned her gaze on several people and gave Roy a warning look that prohibited risks, "Who is coming? Not including you, you You need at least double the egg whites."

Roy was thoughtful, was it because he had gone through two trials of green grass.

"How many more will Roy go in and steal?" Escal asked expectantly.

"I've searched the nest, and there is at most one egg left, and I have to wait until the next round of mating for the White Widow." Roy shook his head.

Cohen looked envious, but he didn't belong to the Witcher Brotherhood yet. Naturally, he didn't think about profiting from it. He just wanted to know whether Geron Mollu of the Griffin was alive or dead.

"Then activate your predictive ability." Oakes winked at him, trying his best to make a "choose me" expression, "Roy, Roy, tell everyone who is the most suitable mutant candidate?"

"When am I a prophet or a magic mirror?" Roy shook his head and glanced at the panel,

Witcher lv9 (6100/6500).

After getting a few more monsters, you will be able to store up your experience and fully recover, which is the safest way. He pretended to close his eyes,

"Well, I have a hunch, I'm the best candidate for this!"

"Stay here, kid! Didn't you hear what Ms. Rita said? You're excluded! Don't try to show off!" The bald man unceremoniously slapped him away, and patted everyone on the chest, "I Come!"

"Why are you?" Oaks' eyes widened, and he shouted unhappily, but there was a hint of worry in his tone, "It's quite black without a heart!"

"Just because my fist is bigger than you!" Leto's sandbag-sized fist flashed past his companion's nose.

Reaching out to his chest, he pulled off the leather armor and leggings like magic, leaving only a pair of white shorts, revealing a hideous scar, troll-like biceps, and an inverted triangular latissimus dorsi. .

The sorceress made complex gestures with both hands, and a magic needle the thickness of an ox's hair pierced the man's chest to extract a tube of blood as a sample.

"Crack-"

The metal cover slowly opens.

The big man walked in, as if standing in a vertical coffin, his amber pupils shone brightly, and his expression was calm.

"Boys, get ready for my triumphant return!"

The corners of his confidently raised mouth were hidden behind the closed metal coffin lid.

"If you don't make it through, we'll bury you in the pigpen."

Escal shouted.

"Bastard!" An angry roar came from the metal warehouse.

The coral places two eggs in a shuttle-shaped vessel connected by a glass tube next to the metal chamber.

The magic flame below ignited.

"Grumbling!"

The two centipede eggs quickly melted, turned into white smoke, and poured into the glass tube.

...

"Everyone, is it time to discuss further..." Oakes emphasized, "When the next White Widow egg arrives, who will be the second?"

Kayane shook his head, his pursuit of power was less urgent, "I'm last in line."

"Don't let Lambert know such a good thing..." Escal reminded, "Otherwise he will definitely fight with you!"

Several people teased each other and stayed by the instrument.

Time flies, and the light in the room dims even more.

An hour later, the pale blue flame under the heater suddenly went out.

"Pfft-"

The iron coffin vibrated, with a slight, short sound reminiscent of a soda pop unscrewing the lid.

Thick white smoke gushed out, and after the smoke dissipated, a strong body knelt forward and fell to the ground, panting heavily, covered in cold sweat, and his cheeks covered with black blood vessels.

But all visions quickly disappeared.

He stood up suddenly, squeezed his fist, and his bones crackled with a crisp sound.

"Lesso, how do you feel?" Oakes widened his eyes, nervous and expectant.

"Excellent!"

The big man rubbed his bald head and grinned, revealing the joy of being reborn.

Roy rubbed his chin and nodded, his eyes became deep——

Reso

Age: 82

Occupation: Snake Witcher, Member of the Witcher Brotherhood

life value:? ?

Mana: 100

Attributes:

strength:?

agile:?

constitution:?

Perception: 19

Will: 10

Charisma: 6

Spirit: 10

Skill:

Alchemy lv10, Witcher Senses lv10, Meditation lv6, Viper School Double Sword Flow lv10, Witcher Seal LV8, Griffin Secret LV3: Master the Double Seal.

Secondary mutation (passive curing): Using the mutated white widow egg protein to perform secondary mutation on top of the existing mutation, strength and agility are permanently increased by 20%.

...

Roy couldn't help his pupils congeal, because Lesso's perception was too high and he suppressed himself, and the specific melee attributes could not be clearly seen.

But according to his estimation, Lesuo's strength, agility, and physique were about 23 points before accepting the second mutation. Now it has increased by 20%. His melee attributes are close to the third rank, which can be called the entire witcher brotherhood. The most, humanoid hybrid beast.

...

"Let's make gestures?" Oakes hooked his fingers provocatively at the big man, and suddenly a flower appeared in front of him... A great crisis surged in his heart, his muscles tightened, and he bowed his back like a cat with fried fur, and jumped backwards. Meter.

But he was still a step too late. A muscular arm suddenly stretched out into the void and pinched the back of his neck, as if controlling the cat's owner.

"Bastard!" Oaks angrily broke free and cursed.

"Haha!" Lesso turned his neck, wrists, and ankles indifferently. "It seems that the snake faction will still be up to me in the future!"

Cohen, Kayan, and Escal looked surprised, and the speed of the bald man was too terrifying.

"Okay...Lesso, come here and sit down." Rita Ned stood beside a wooden operating table with her arms crossed and raised her chin at him, "I have to check your body to make sure you don't have any sequelae. !"

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