The Divine Hunter

"God-level Demon Hunter ()"

The solemn and solemn Temple of the Goddess Meritelli.

The witcher Roy Kung stood before the goddess statue of the Holy Trinity, shining with holy gold.

A majestic voice echoed in his mind.

"Son of the ancient blood, I am very satisfied. You have followed the agreement and brought a group of guardians full of vitality to the temple."

"But your trip to Maribo is dangerous and unpredictable. In order to prevent you from dying prematurely before solving the crisis in this world, Freya and I decided to make an exception and give you some help within our ability."

A gemstone suddenly flew out of the statue of Goddess Meritelli—a water-blue diamond with a rose-cut facet, the size of a fist, shining as dazzlingly as the summer sky.

Roy took it in his palm and clenched it tightly.

Blessed Jewel of Passion...

Material: Haoshi, divine power.

Enchanting—

Comeback: This gem, blessed by Freya and the goddesses Meritelli, will protect you from a lethal damage.

You can also actively stimulate it to release a divine healing to restore your body and soul to the best condition. (Reserve: one time)

"It's on loan to you temporarily."

"Hopefully you'll never use it."

...

"How, little devil, the matter is settled satisfactorily?" The bald man leaned against the pillars of the stone pavilion in the corner of the garden with his arms around his chest.

A pair of eyes shot over.

"Well, Grim went to Vizima, and the goddess gave her a gift... What about the children?" Roy looked at everyone present with bright eyes.

The four of the wolf faction.

The three of the cat faction, Kaiyan came from Nuocheng and stood side by side with Aiden and Owl.

The four of the Snake faction.

And Cohen of the Griffin.

Warlock Coral, Kalkstein.

14 people in total.

"That group of cubs were unrelenting, almost forcing me to use the Axif Seal..." The vulture shook his head in relief, but reluctantly squeezed his fists, "Thanks to our knowledge and affection, Reasonable, and finally honest."

"Anyway, Nannick is here to take care of the temple, so don't worry." Leto added, rubbing his shiny bald head.

"Time to go, everyone!"

Coral walked over and took Roy's arm affectionately.

"Don't let Sister Triss be lonely for too long."

Boom!

A boxy space door split open in the temple garden.

Fourteen figures entered one after another.

...

Maripo.

It stands on the top floor of a red-tiled and white-walled mage tower next to the Prince's Palace.

Bookshelves and desks are lined up neatly against the wall.

The quiet room suddenly blew a gust of wind, and pages of a thick tome were opened.

Triss brushed her cheeks like seaweed with red hair.

"Good afternoon, beautiful lady." Lambert, who jumped out of the portal first, stepped forward with a hippy smile, knelt down on one knee, and wanted to beg for a kiss.

However, Triss had a smile at the corner of her mouth, her fingertips pinched the skirt, and she made a playful curtsey to the sudden crowd.

"Come on, bastard, don't harass me when you see a beautiful woman. If you want to get in heat, go to the bullpen!" Aiden slapped Lambert on the back of the head, making his eyes roll.

"Sister Triss, it's been a long time for you."

Coral took a step forward and skillfully wrapped her right hand around her slender waist, her left hand supported her pointed chin, and her blue eyes looked at her pretty cheeks,

"I lost a lot of weight again, what an enviable figure."

"No, my sister is getting more and more beautiful!" Triss shook her head lightly, her reddish-brown hair swayed lightly on her shoulders, and her cornflower-colored eyes looked at the demon hunters, imperceptibly. Taking a deep look at the witcher with silver-gray pupils,

With a hint of joy,

"Everyone came at the right time, I have a new discovery, about the four great masters!"

"Tell me carefully."

"Come here!"

She walked to the desk and hooked her pinky finger. On the table, the steaming kettle, teacups, and cans of tea were flying dazzlingly in the air.

Quick and not messy.

In the blink of an eye, every attendee received a cup of steaming, fragrant jasmine tea.

Triss smiled and made a gesture of please to them.

At the same time, a map of Maripo City was automatically spread out on the desktop.

The whole city's houses with mixed columns, bright and spacious streets, hundreds of narrow alleys, city gates on the north and south sides... are presented in thousands of times smaller, including the abandoned old town. The huge crack that was once created by the saliva demon.

Triss's crystal clear fingers circled around the periphery of the entire map,

"In the past year, I have been detecting spell fluctuations throughout the city every day."

Roy couldn't help feeling moved and guilty when he heard this.

Before the green grass trial, he only asked the other party once.

She immediately put down all the work at hand and came to Maribo's former mage tower, risking great danger to find the footprints of the four great masters.

"You're taking a risk!" Coral raised her eyebrows in reproach.

"Don't worry, all operations are carried out with the help of this mage tower. Its special tower mechanism, coupled with the invisible detection technique taught by Tishaya... The magical fluctuations emitted are almost non-existent, and it is impossible to detect."

Triss had a look of fear on her face, and said with some hatred, "What's more, I haven't left the mage tower for more than a year, and never set foot on the ground of Maripo City. After all, those four hateful guys gave me Brainwashed to recognize me!"

She is still haunted by her lost memories.

The witchers couldn't help but cast grateful glances at her.

The sorceress held a promise for a year in the drab mage tower.

"Don't look at me with such nauseous eyes, I'm just repaying my favor." Triss took a deep breath and nodded, "Well, to repay Roy for saving his life."

"Is this detection method reliable?" Vesemir asked.

"The error rate is less than one percent." Triss waved her ten fingers in the air, and a calm lake as smooth as a mirror appeared in front of everyone, "The chaotic energy of the entire city was originally in a state of equilibrium, just like the current lake. Ordinary people Like the water plants at the bottom of the lake, it can't stir up the wind and waves."

"But as long as any warlock, magic apprentice, witcher who has mastered the seal enters these spaces, the balance will be broken."

"You only need to make a casting action, whether it's a weak magic trick or a simple seal."

"Masters, I don't mean to belittle you, the witcher's seal can also be innovated, not inferior to spells."

The sorceress suddenly explained something nervous and apologetic.

"We're not that sensitive, let's keep talking." Roy smiled gently at her.

"Once the chaotic energy enriched in the human body intersects with the energy in the environment, a ripple and water wave will be born, and my mage tower can capture it."

She swung her middle finger, and the wind was blowing, and the lake surface became sparkling like a long silk dress with pleats.

"For almost a year, the entire ancient well of Maripo was undisturbed. It was an ordinary city dominated by mortals, kingship, religion, and trade. I thought I was the only spellcaster living there. The spellcasting tax issued by the prince scared away."

"Until a month ago..."

"In these two places, there are abnormally strong magic fluctuations."

Her sharp white fingertips double-clicked on the map.

"Blue Whale Tavern?"

"Cracks in the old town?"

The witchers held their breath.

"For safety's sake, I didn't leave the tower." Triss made a beckoning gesture in mid-air with five fingers of her left hand.

A jet-black magic aura flew through the window and landed on the back of the sorceress's hand. It turned out to be a magic crow.

It tilted its head and used its long beak to clean up the stains on its feathers. Yakyak called softly, and its brown-black eyes glanced at everyone present, passing a humanized light.

"But my pet has figured it out."

Triss's tone paused, and the cornflower blue eyes suddenly burst into hot light,

"Four suspected witchers appeared under the sun aboveboard!"

"A tall and burly man with a stern face and a bear head amulet on his chest."

Every word she said made the witchers' eyelids twitch.

"A slender man with a long and narrow face, eyes like venomous snakes, wearing a viper pendant."

"A black-haired, brown-eyed man with an ordinary appearance, wearing a wolf head pendant,"

"The last sign is the most striking. There is a goshawk totem tattooed on the side of the face, and a griffin pendant is worn around the neck!"

"These four people have been drinking spirits in the Blue Whale Tavern for a day and a night. Their unique appearance and bold behavior are extremely eye-catching. The bartender, regular customers, women accompanying the wine, and even citizens passing by the tavern... can all testify!"

"Absolutely impossible!" Cohen screamed, his tri-colored pupils shrunk into prismatic shapes.

The crowd nodded.

This is in stark contrast to the information they had previously obtained.

"This doesn't make sense." Roy sipped the hot tea, "Anahad, Elan, Aigar hid for hundreds of years and disappeared for such a long time, there is no reason to break the iron law of the past, and suddenly appear without any reason. Defensive indulgence."

The witchers looked at each other and looked at each other.

"Everyone, put yourself in the shoes of yourselves," Kalkstein, who had been listening silently, interjected, "according to Roy's statement. They abandoned their fellows in the academy and joined the creator Arzu's organization. They have been avoiding the world, hiding like mice. In the dark 'underground', risking one's life to engage in wars is a huge undertaking."

"Instead of you, will you be so indulgent before you are done, and you are not afraid of falling short?"

Oakes touched his hairband and pondered.

"You mean, their goal for so many years is close to success, and it's a certainty, so—"

"Drinking for fun out of the spirit of celebrating in advance?" Serret guessed.

"The trouble is big!" Roy frowned, and Mayena, the red light that burned sin, appeared in front of him.

Could it be that the four great masters and Arzu have already brewed some kind of mature method to transform the world?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help shivering.

...

"The second wave is near the ravine that stretches for hundreds of meters in the old city," Triss said. "Under this crack, there is a sewer built in the age of elves, with dozens of entrances scattered."

"I suspect that the four great masters and Idalan, Alzu, have been hiding in it for a long time!" She opened another blueprint, like a cobweb labyrinth of pipes.

The finger points to the thirteenth entrance.

"So I collected the sewer blueprints for the old town in advance."

...

"Can't delay any longer, leave immediately!" Roy took a deep breath, sat up on the chair, adjusted the sword belt behind his back, glanced at everyone again, and his tone became more serious.

"Everyone, be mentally prepared! This time the action is different from the past. It is very likely that you will encounter the most dangerous and difficult battle since the establishment of the Brotherhood!"

"And it's not just fighting. The object of our fight is the founder of the school, the predecessors and idols of countless compatriots!"

"Are you sure you can do it yourself?"

There was an eerie silence in the field.

The face of the Griffin Witcher was tangled and nervous.

Elam of the Four Great Masters.

Teacher Kelda followed a lifelong example, and Geron Mollu sacrificed his life to meet him.

If it is opposite, how should I treat him?

Leto's cheeks stiffened into a card of poker.

Ivar Evil Eye.

The founder who set lofty ideals for the Serpent Sect, the pioneer who rebelled against the Wild Hunt.

The once humorous and witty words still echoed in my ears, and the pair of eyes that burned like silver and burned in front of me were especially in front of my eyes.

That's the teacher who taught me.

Vesemir's cloudy eyes flashed memories.

Aigar.

The great master of the wolf faction.

When he was still an apprentice, he was already the most powerful first-generation wolf faction in the school.

Swordsmanship, seals, and combat experience are all top-notch in the school.

The blueprint of the wolf pie came from his handwriting.

...

As for Anahad.

There were no members of the Bear School present.

Everyone's only impression of the founder of the Xiong faction is that it came from the mouth of the younger generation.

He almost killed Roy.

This is a blood debt that needs to be paid in blood.

It's just that the trio of cat pie are very interested in him.

Cats send potions to boost mood and spawn madmen.

The Bears obliterate emotions and humanity and create cold-blooded monsters.

What kind of existence is he?

...

"Haha, kid, dare to point fingers at our group of seniors at such a young age?" Lambert grinned, breaking the silence, got up and put his arms around his right shoulder, "Isn't that the four great masters? The legendary founder What about Arzu?"

"A bunch of old-fashioned antiques, half a foot in the ground, should have been eliminated by this era!"

"As long as you dare to wrestle with us? Give them some power!"

Lambert gritted his teeth and said, "Chop them up and flush them down the drain to feed the mice!"

"We are fully prepared." Lesuo touched the dragon scale armor at the heart of his chest.

The witchers wear the armor of the school, which is dexterous and light, yet tough.

In the more than a year of Kyle Mohan, the Todaloqu father and daughter, Vesemir inlaid dragon scales on all armors, the defense reached the extreme, and ordinary sharp weapons could not even leave a trace on it.

The double swords of the school that everyone is carrying have also undergone a shallow keel transformation, and they have become as thin as iron.

And under a pair of silent cloaks, the potion belt around his waist was wrapped in a circle of potion bottles with a mysterious luster.

Magic recovery potion, life recovery potion, five bottles per hand.

The most common, the most frequently used potions of Swallow, Thunder, and Patricia are naturally indispensable... All of them have been transformed from the special herbs of Skyrim Province, and their efficacy has generally increased by 20%.

In addition, each witcher kept a dark and unremarkable potion bottle, the color of which was faintly gleaming with blood.

This is the result of in-depth research and development of the corpse of the high-level vampire Grufid by Leto and Calkestein, a brand-new decoction—high-level vampire decoction.

The toxicity and effects are all abnormal - after drinking it, the witchers have a terrifying resilience comparable to high suction in a short period of time.

Except for potions.

Anti-magic metal bombs, Dragon's Dream and other commonly used alchemy bombs, everyone prepared ten pieces.

The Brotherhood even spent huge sums of money to allow the alchemist master to refine a secret bomb that could be seriously injured and sucked.

Finally, everyone has a teleportation crystal that can be opened immediately to deal with emergencies.

A Forgotten Acorn that is almost the bones of the dead

As well as the blessed jade of passion that I just received not long ago.

...

Compared to a witcher armed to the teeth.

Sorceress Coral's attire is much more normal. She looks like a beauty dressed up for a dinner party—a black dress in lace, a delicate lady’s hat, pearl earrings, an obsidian amulet on her chest, and an enchanted ring on her slender fingers, shining with magical aura.

She almost turned into a humanoid magic box.

Triss didn't give up too much. Under her graceful body, there were all magic accessories.

And Kalkstein beside them.

Still in greasy robes, with stubble beards, pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks, a scruffy face that didn't wake up, shivering from the morning wind blowing through the garden, and kept rubbing his hands, how wretched and wretched he looked.

He smiled from time to time, and a strange green light flashed in his sesame-sized eyes.

"Arzu, one of the most famous mages in human history, is stronger and more legendary than Wingford, who has long since turned into cosmic dust. Although most of it is notoriety."

"He represents the endless knowledge of mysterious magic! Get him and his disciple Idaran, and the witcher brothers will harvest the magic materials for the next hundred years!"

"That's right..." Oaks smiled with white teeth, came over and hugged Roy's other shoulder, his eyes became complicated, "This time, we will not only make Anahad kowtow to you to apologize. We have to do it thoroughly. Clearly, what are they doing in the past 100 years!"

"Ask Ivar Evil Eye in person, why did you abandon us!" Lesotho Amber's pupils shone brightly.

"I also want to ask Ellen." Cohen's expression changed and he said softly.

"I want to know Aigar's attitude towards Kyle Mohan... Does he still stick to his principles?" Vesemir and the three Wolf Sect disciples exchanged glances.

"My wish is very simple, to see the cold-blooded and ruthless Anahad's bear-sect swordsmanship." Owl, Aiden, and Kayane rubbed their steel swords as thin as cicada wings, with high fighting spirit.

"The state is good, but don't underestimate the enemy, remember, everything is life-saving first!" Serrit emphasized.

"They hold the unpredictable light of purification," Roy added. "Whoever is caught by the red light, leave immediately and teleport away!"

Demon hunters, many of whom bear the sins of the past.

"I don't want to see any of you have an accident!"

"Not a single one!"