The Game of Demon Hunter

The tentacles seemed to be able to feel the pain, and they violently shook their bodies under the sword of the witcher, and the huge force splashed the rocks on the ground.

The witcher held his long sword in one hand, and firmly nailed the dagger to the tentacle with the other to prevent himself from being thrown out. His eyes were fixed on a fleshy pillar supporting the giant egg in the distance, constantly calculating the distance.

"Good boy, you still need some motivation. I need you to get closer." The witcher whispered, deeply inserted the long sword in his hand into the tentacle's body, and wrung out a bloody hole forcefully: "Let me give you some motivation!"

The tentacles let out a shrill cry, and the snake-like body, more than ten meters long, straightened in an instant!

The witcher pulled out his two weapons, stretched his body in the air, and extended his time in the air as much as possible, because the densely packed deformed bodies on the ground left him with no place to stand!

Another tentacle swept from the side, and the witcher drew the sign of Alder in the air, relying on the recoil force to rise up a certain distance, stepped on this tentacle and jumped up again!

The two weapons in his hands were firmly nailed to the target the witcher was aiming at! Taking a deep breath, he looked back, and almost all the deformed bodies and tentacles were paying attention to him. The witches and rangers were not under too much pressure, and they were killing all the approaching enemies in an orderly manner.

Looking at the distance of more than ten meters below, the distortion monsters are climbing up this support column like ants. The witcher hung the somewhat obstructive flame-shaped great sword back on his back, looked at the dagger in his right hand, and at this moment he couldn't help thinking of his other dagger.

"Work is work, and everything will never go well." The witcher pulled out his only dagger, talking to himself, and before falling down, he used his legs to jump up nearly one meter. , nailed the dagger in again: "Fortunately, I never complain."

In this way, the witcher quickly climbed to the same height as the giant egg. That huge egg was surrounded by eight such huge pillars, and these pillars also supported the dome of this underground space. Countless spider web-like veins extended from these supporting pillars made of flesh and blood, hanging the giant egg on the ground. mid-air.

Below the giant egg, a several-meter-thick creep covered the ground. It was high on all sides and low in the middle, forming a basin, which seemed to be ready for the things to be born in the giant egg.

The witcher tentatively stepped on the white filament connected to the giant egg in front. This kind of thing with thick wrists and like spider silk spread out from the eight pillars, forming a large octagonal net. In the middle of the net, there is fixed the egg emitting red light. It felt a little slippery from under his feet, but the white spider silk firmly supported the weight of the witcher without even a slight sway.

When the witcher stood on the huge spider web, the red light of the giant egg was shining brightly, as if he felt the danger coming, the speed of shrinking and expanding suddenly accelerated, driving the whole veins and pillars to shake, and many of them were going upwards. The crawling aberration monster fell in the shaking.

The witcher leaned down to repeat the same trick, trying to use his dagger as a fixation, but the touch from his hand made him feel as if he had been stabbed into a solid iron pillar. Caught off guard, the witcher had to give up his dagger, hugged the spider thread with both hands, and hung himself on it.

The creep under the giant egg also sprayed out white mist, and the gas expanded at an extremely fast speed. Soon the space centered on the giant egg was shrouded in thick fog, and the light sources of the entire underground cavity also dimmed. .

The witch shot a bright ball of light upwards, which provided enough illumination, and now she didn't need to hide her power anymore, because the attention of all Chaos creatures was attracted by the witcher. It seemed that the huge net was a certain warning area. When the witcher set foot on it, dozens of deformed bodies that rushed in front of him suddenly braked, turned around collectively, and flew towards the giant egg.

"What should we do now?" The ranger looked at the aberrations that quickly retreated and the tentacles hidden in the thick fog that could not be seen clearly, put down the bow and arrow in his hand, and asked the witch beside him.

Alteya looked at the giant egg shrouded in thick fog, and tentatively released a crow made of flames. After the crow flew into the range of the thick fog, it flapped its wings a few times and went out: "I don't know if we What can I do, these thick fogs have blocked my strength."

The demon hunter's hands were firmly grasped on the spider web, and the thick fog quickly enveloped him, and he couldn't even see his own toes. Listening to the sound in the air, he suddenly freed a hand and caught a little guy in the thick fog. A flying insect the size of a fist, with long black needles growing from its tail, the witcher looked at the flying insect in his hand: "Is this your hole card?"

The witcher crushed the flying insect into his palm, the blood seemed to be acidic, corroding his skin. But he soon discovered that the injury did not come from the blood of flying insects. All the exposed skin on the eyes, face, and hands felt a slight tingling.

The color of the mist gradually turned reddish, the witcher ignored the physical pain, but he couldn't continue to use his eyes to observe the surroundings in this environment, and blood red tears flowed down the corners of his eyes. But relying on his own perception attributes, he still used his long sword to accurately knock off a few flying insects that were trying to sneak attack.

The witcher tried his best to stand on the spider web again. He wiped his face with his hands, and the place where he started was wet and slippery, and he felt a faint pain. Once again, his own blood protected the witcher. When the epidermis was corroded by the mist, the blood flowing out of the capillaries prevented the mist from causing deeper damage to him. The damage he has received so far, he can recover in less than two days.

He pulled the hood on the back of [Shadow of Silence] over his face, and the redness left on the retina due to bleeding had turned into incomparably black.

The world became dark, but the perception spread infinitely, and the sound became clearer. He could feel the waves caused by the wings flapping the mist when the flying insects were flying in the air! The next moment, the long sword slashed across without making a sound, and the flying insect was split in two from the middle!

"I can't see you, you can't hear me." The witcher said words that only he could hear, and spat out a mouthful of blood. As he breathed, the mist corroded the respiratory tract and lungs, making him feel angry: "This It was a fair fight."