The Divine Hunter

Boom!

A pale electric light burst out from behind the phantom wall and slashed towards the witcher, and the mud and dirty water were filled in the air by the electric current.

Roy's five fingers on his left hand outlined the seal of Helios, and at the same time he raised it diagonally upwards, propping up an oval black shield, and the lightning struck the French shield horizontally, annihilating in mid-air.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his face suddenly changed. Dozens and hundreds of lightning bolts were intertwined into a dazzling light curtain, slashing head-on from the darkness, and the electric arc stimulated the hairs on his face to stand upside down!

"Whoosh-"

At the critical moment, Roy's figure flashed back with the arrow... The electric current that almost occupied the entire sewer swept his original position and rushed over the monster corpses piled up on the ground.

sizzle...

The mutilated corpse seemed to be alive, with convulsions, and the eyelids kept beating. From a distance, it looked like rolling eyes at high speed, with a sneering expression on the terrifying face.

at the same time,

The pools of blood on the ground were like boiling water, and the aroma of the barbecue spread.

...

"call…"

After a full five seconds, the terrifying electric shock was completely over.

Roy stared at the corpse on the ground that was roasted by the electric current and gave off bursts of black smoke, with lingering fears.

At this time, the companions in the rear also cleaned up the attacking monsters and came to him.

This group of mutant monsters is at most as dangerous as a bat-wing brain demon.

And they are numerous, equipped with magic weapons, plus sufficient preparations and supplies, apart from abolishing a little strength and magic, they are unscathed.

"Good luck, boy." Kalkstein stared at the dark passage ahead, his face becoming serious, "Lightning storm is much more powerful than the previous series of useless traps. Even if I accidentally said , and it must be finished."

"But the more dangerous it is, the closer we are to the goal!"

"Now, now that the action has been exposed, we'll be 'knocking' as a guest!"

The corner of the alchemist's mouth twitched with excitement, his eyes lit up, and his withered fingers grabbed in the air.

An alchemy product as exquisite as a work of art appeared in his palm - like a tarantula magnified dozens of times, but the surface of the body did not have the slightest texture of flesh and blood, but reflected metallic luster, with eight heads arranged in three rows on the head The green eyes are rolling, cold and mechanical, and there is no emotion that belongs to the creatures.

The two claws in front of the mouth swing up and down.

A faint chaotic energy was exuded from the whole body.

Eight slender legs covered with metal fluff flicked toward the Mage's palm, and it fell lightly to the ground.

The eight feet swayed quickly against the ground, blinking into the darkness ahead.

The witchers took advantage of the gaps to sweep the battlefield and harvest the spoils.

Soon, a series of movements came from the front, and it became very lively - the sound of explosions, the sound of burning flames, the impact of water, the sound of stones falling to the ground, and the sound of walls collapsing.

At the same time accompanied by red fire, purple arc, dust, smoke...

The entire sewer trembled in the violent vibration.

But the drainage system repaired by the elves in the past, even after hundreds of years of baptism and such a magic blast, still stands tenaciously.

...

After a quarter of an hour, the movement subsided.

Alchemy tarantulas emerge from the gray dust and smoke.

The two chelicerae at the front of the body were cut off in the middle, and the smooth metal shell was covered with tiny pits, making it ugly.

Eight emerald eyes dimmed.

"Oh, poor little guy, thank you for your hard work!" Kalkstein immediately held it in the palm of his hand, rubbed his fingers on his back, and rubbed his sparse goatee on his small head like a pet. Take in space.

"Okay, masters, the traps have all been triggered, and it's safe inside."

The crowd nodded in appreciation to him.

The wisest decision for this trip was to invite Kalkstein, despite a lot of commitments.

But it's all worth it!

The witcher added the double shield,

Get into the tunnel.

"Master's alchemy tarantula is simply a work of art, can you..." Lambert gave the alchemist a thumbs up, looking around him curiously, as if trying to figure out where he hid the tarantula.

"Of course there's no problem. I've always traded fairly, and I'm not deceived. As long as you give me money, I'll make one for you." The alchemist stroked his beard and smiled. To the profiteer of the big fat sheep.

"How much?"

"Have you seen the two missing legs? You've been working on a job day and night for a year, and that's almost enough. That's 10% off because you're a fraternity member. ."

Lambert rolled his eyes,

"Just think I was farting just now!"

...

This foggy passage seems to have been destroyed by war. The ground is full of broken stones, powder, and walls. The ground is covered with traces of burning, electric shock, and hoarfrost freezing.

In addition to most upgraded magic traps, there are many physical traps.

The length of the entire straight passage is only 100 meters, and there are more than 20 various organs, and everyone walks in shock.

"Merther structure... Isn't this a secret myth of our Snake faction?" Serrit crouched down beside a closed bear trap, and murmured to himself while his eyes turned, "Could this trap come from Ivar? The hand of the great master?"

The three big men of the Snake faction couldn't help but feel complicated, and memories appeared on their faces.

...

But within a few seconds, the pendant between the witcher's neck was like a sparrow struggling desperately in a snare, vibrating desperately, and was about to break free.

At the end of the corridor, outside a purple gate, a figure in a cloak suddenly appeared, with a face as white as a corpse, sinister features, and long and narrow eyes penetrating the mist, facing everyone.

Full of surprise, ridicule, and cold killing intent.

Roy was shocked.

A painful memory flooded my mind.

Arzu's disciple, master of the transformation field, Idalan!

You don't need to catch me this time, I'll give you a ride myself!

"Whoosh-"

The bowstring hums and the arrow pierces the air!

But halfway through, he hit an invisible wall, fell straight down, and the gemstone shattered directly.

But Roy's figure has already flashed past.

And the hands under Yidalan's sleeve robe crossed his chest to draw a red double-cross spell like flames.

The abundant magic above the cross divides the space.

The Scarlet Cross blinked from the center point and expanded into a square crack.

But not for destruction.

Rather call!

roar!

A giant bear with two horns on its head roared and jumped out of the blood cross, waving its sharp claws with cold light.

Roy was in the air, and he made a bloody slash.

The blood-colored air wave separated the shadows rushing like a hill without any hindrance.

Roy stepped between the two halves of the long-horned giant bear in an instant!

The dripping flesh was bounced off the Quinn's Shield.

But Yidalan didn't say a word when he saw this, smeared oil on his feet, cracked into several afterimages, and got into the door behind him.

whoosh-

Roy flashed in, followed by everyone.

In an instant, the world changed color.

The gray and foggy dilapidated ruins in front of the door were replaced by dazzling neon surging behind the door.

He seems to have entered a colorful botanical garden from a dirty and dirty sewer!

It is about ten meters wide and five meters high. It stretches to the front where one can't see the end, but there is no trace of Yidalan.

The surroundings are no longer the same garbage, sewage, excrement, slate.

There are colorful fluorescent plants here - morning glory, gourds, and some plants like sea sausages, corals, starfish, seahorses, and pineapple-shaped trees.

The air is filled with all kinds of strong smells, fruity, sweet, herbal bitterness, and more like durian.

Geralt sneezed, subconsciously holding his breath.

look up.

Red, green, and purple vines with broken leaves hung down from the ceiling. There was no wind, but the vines shook and rustled.

The walls and the ground are covered with a thick elastic membrane, which is sticky and soft when stepped on, and the temperature is comparable to that of the human body.

And these four walls are lifelike, shaking and shaking very slightly.

It is reminiscent of the tongue coating and stomach wall of some kind of giant creature.

Those splendid flowers and plants are the fungi parasitic in its body.

blah blah blah.

Roy took a few steps forward hesitantly.

In an instant, the fluorescent plants under his feet were squeezed by an external force, squirting out clusters of tiny robes, flying all over the sky like fireflies.

Reddened his face.

Make up a nearby space like a dream.

"Guys, don't go any further. The situation is not right." Roy frowned.

The blood of the ancients in the body suddenly boiled, and the heat was unbearable.

A blurry picture appeared in front of him strangely.

Four hazy tall figures, with their backs to him, stood on the edge of the cliff, took a step forward, and descended into a shattering abyss. Valley

Going up, but there is a ladder that goes straight into the sky, towering into the clouds, and at the end there is a faintly changing Milky Way with blurred colors? An octopus wriggling with bloody tentacles?

What does this vision mean?

An air of indecision seized the witcher's heart.

More than just danger, there seems to be something complex, extreme, and indescribable deep within this strange world.

He didn't dare to get involved lightly.

Behind the crowd, the door to the ruins of the Unicom Agency closed unknowingly.

Aiden and Cohen are trying to use the seal, bombarding and slashing with silver swords.

But it has no effect other than creating a charred scratch.

The only thing fortunate is that everyone's magic is running freely, and they can use the teleportation crystal to escape at any time.

"Don't be nervous, everyone, don't hold your breath... These plants are non-toxic and harmless." Kalkstein collected a silver jellyfish suspended in mid-air.

Quickly put on a pair of white leather gloves, and casually grabbed a mistletoe-shaped fluorescent plant from the ground.

The colorful colors on the surface of the branches and fruits have been constantly changing, sometimes bright red, sometimes dark, sometimes like the morning glow and burning clouds.

"I can guarantee that this is not a plant born in our world... The effect is unknown, but careful research will definitely lead to the development of many new potions. There are at least hundreds of varieties, which are richer than what Roy brought back from Skyrim last time. many."

"You mean Idalan and the four great masters have been to another world?" Serrit's face was solemn.

"no doubt."

"Haha... Your Excellency has good eyesight..."

Suddenly, a venomous snake-like voice sounded, it seemed to be close at hand, from the top of everyone's head and feet, and it seemed to come from far away, suddenly near and far.

"If your Excellency comes to visit in a few months, I will open the door to welcome you and share with you my experience in the development of otherworldly plants."

"Unfortunately, you came at an untimely time."

The icy voice became surprised, complaining,

"Ivar, this idiot, had to be exiled at the beginning! How good it is to kill, it's a hundred. Now please come to the door."

The voice paused, with a hint of admiration.

"Roy, you are indeed the master of the fragments, and you can safely cross the barriers of the world and return."

"I don't know how you did it, but you made a huge mistake. Since you were lucky enough to escape, you should hide it honestly, but you have to send it to the door and take the initiative to enter my territory!"

"Did you know?" he said in an overlooked and didactic tone, "there are countless choices in life, at least half of which will bring you luck, but you have made the most ridiculous things at the wrong time and in the wrong place. His choice. He buried all the good possibilities with his own hands, and led his own destiny to destruction and eternal darkness."

"How stupid!"

"Let me give pointers to you idiots!"

When the Snake Sect heard the name of the Great Grandmaster, they ignored his insults, and their faces showed uncontrollable excitement.

"Where is Ivar Evil Eye? The grand master of the dignified snake sect, why is he hiding his head and showing his tail?!" Oakes shouted tentatively at the dark side, "Call him here! Let's have a good talk?"

"You guys, you wantonly spread wildly on the site I carefully arranged, and destroyed dozens of my experimental objects. Although they are all half-finished products, I am so distressed. Do you still want peace talks? No way!"

That voice paused,

"They can't come either!"

"What do you mean?" The bald-headed man asked with a big change in his face.

But the voice ignored them.

And Roy's mind changed,

Thinking of the clues that Triss found, the four great masters were about to achieve their goals and visited the Blue Whale Tavern to celebrate.

And now it is only Idaran who greets them.

Could it be that those four guys and Arzu are at some critical juncture and have no time to clone?

And, they also carry another shard?

So Idaran did not use the red light.

"Have you killed enough monsters, everyone, now, let's try something new for you!"

The voice full of jokes fell to the ground.

Idaran snapped his fingers.

Roy pulled the trigger.

The crossbow arrow penetrated the depths of this fluorescent botanical garden forward, like mud and stone entering the sea.

There was a trace of turbulence, and it was completely dissolved.

At the same time, a gust of cold wind blew up.

Roy felt a huge sense of crisis in his heart, suddenly bent his knees and squatted, and raised the dark Helios seal in his left hand, covering his companions.

Coral and Kalkstein crossed their hands to cast spells, and a magic storm swelled outside the mage's robes.

The witcher stands with his sword in hand as if he were facing a great enemy!

However, there was no trace of the expected transformation monster.

There was silence all around.

Only the fluorescent plants swayed enchantingly, as if shaking their heads and sighing at the crowd.

what's the situation?

whirring—

No sign.

In the center of the team, the eldest Wolf Sect witcher suddenly groaned and sat back on the ground clutching his neck.

The steel sword in his hand dangled weakly.

It curls up like a boiled shrimp.

His face was flushed, he was sweating profusely, his wrinkles were twisted and bulged like earthworms, and there was a humming sound in his throat,

"Vesemir?!" Geralt hurriedly supported his body and anxiously checked, "What's wrong?!"

Drops of sweat dripped with blood from his ravine cheeks, he was full of hideous colors, and his eyes were about to jump out.

"Old guy, you can't have an accident, otherwise how will we explain to Madame Marina?!" Escal continued to outline the Axifa seal at Vesemir, soothing his pain, but it was useless.

"Speak up, guys, what's wrong with him?!"

Vesemir's symptoms worsened at an alarming rate.

Within ten seconds, his hands and feet began to twitch.

He clasped Geralt's arm tightly, his nails digging into the flesh.

Coral touched Vesemir's forehead, which was terrifyingly hot, and opened his swollen eyelids, "Not only fever, convulsions... but also internal bleeding."

Lambert took out a bottle of life-restoring potion from the potion belt.

into Vesemir's mouth.

Unfortunately, the latter's mouth was bitten to death, and most of the medicine flowed out of his lips and slipped to the ground.

The effect is minimal.

His condition is still deteriorating rapidly.

Horrible droplets of blood ooze from the surface of the skin.

The kindness, humor, and open-mindedness on his face are all gone, only pain and hideousness remain.

Geralt simply took off the bottle of high-level vampire decoction in the medicine belt on his chest.

Letho's beanbag-sized fist gripped an acorn.

"It's useless, man..." Kalkstein shook his head, "This will only make him last for five more minutes! The root cause must be found."

"Beast! Idalan, you despicable villain, a rat with a hidden head and a tail, a pervert who plays with corpses, dare you come out and make a gesture with us?!" The hot-tempered Lambert couldn't help cursing at the dark space.

"Haha, it's so easy to get pissed off? Where is your patience to hunt monsters and solve various tasks for rural farmers?" The voice was light and cheerful,

Roy stared at the old man of the wolf pie and enabled observation.

Vesemir

Age: 307

Health: 180/250 (evil spirit possession, bleeding, suffocation, fever...)

...

Um? The evil spirit is possessed!

"I have a solution, guys!"

"Let go, I'll come!"

Roy squatted down and supported Vesemir's shoulders.

Mind a move.

Stunned!

Pupils reflect blood.

The very familiar scene reappeared in front of everyone.

Thousands of blood-colored tentacles drilled out of the void, waving, swinging, and whipping the old man's back!

crackle!

Vesemir's body froze, and even the pain on his face and his soul solidified.

At the same time, a vague, smoky, ghostly hazy human figure was whipped out—scrawny, with prominent cheekbones, draped in tattered cloth, like a ghoul.

As soon as he appeared, the tentacles wound up like a tidal wave, pulled it away, wrapped it in a blood cocoon, held it in mid-air, away from Vesemir.

Only showing short blonde hair, withered and twisted face, cold and deep eyes that hide a trace of pain.

Roy was shocked.

A strange sense of familiarity came over him.

This evil spirit, he has seen it!