The Game of Demon Hunter

With the violent heartbeat of the witcher, the originally turbid liquid became clear again, this was not enough! The umbilical cord connected to the monster seemed to be extracting the life essence of the famine species, like a transparent liquid that slowly released a light red liquid, which was quickly absorbed by the witcher.

The hind limbs of the famine alien species, which had already begun to take shape, withered and shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into decorations, hanging on the huge body.

The huge famine xenomorph panicked and grabbed the umbilical cord with its forelimbs, and bit off the umbilical cord with its huge and sharp teeth! The relatively weak forelimbs slid hard, and the famine xenomorph opened its bloody mouth to attack the witcher. This damned little bug not only robbed itself of food, but also led to its incomplete evolution in the end!

He must die!

The witcher felt like a balloon, almost bursting! Looking at the alien species of famine that opened its mouth wide and swallowed him in one gulp, the demon hunter stepped on the opponent's lower jaw with both feet, and supported the upper jaw that was pressed down from top to bottom with both hands!

The huge bite force gave the witcher a place to vent his physical energy! The power gushing out of the body made a man and a beast stand in a stalemate for a while!

Outside the giant egg, as the nutrient pipeline forcibly replenished a wave of nutrients, two of the eight flesh and blood pillars withered on the spot, and the remaining six were also much slender. The stones and soil that fell from the dome became more more and more. The creep on the ground also shrunk further, leaving less than half of its thickness, and the distortion bodies in the underground space were also exhausted, and none of them could be seen.

"Are we just waiting?" The ranger sat on a fallen stone, and threw small stones into the distance boredly. The two witches joined hands to prop up a solid defensive cover, ignoring the falling stones from above.

"Shut up, we have to make sure that the witcher can kill that thing, and if something happens, we have to be responsible for completely destroying it." Witch Althea really can't stand the nagging ranger, she didn't expect this to be silent before, see A quick-sounding ranger, once he gets to know you well, he will reveal his talkative nature.

Effilar undertook most of the consumption in the defensive cover, with huge spiritual energy contained in her body, and even her eyes were shining with silver light: "Don't worry, the result will appear soon, don't be impatient. "

The ranger nodded with blurred eyes, and repeated the words of the silver-haired witch: "Yes, don't worry, the result will appear soon, be safe, don't be impatient, be safe..."

Looking at the ranger who was like a repeater, and Althea who was trying to maintain his consciousness beside him, Effilar shook his head with a wry smile, and began to miss the witcher a little. Ever since she was rescued from the black ship by the witcher, no matter what happened, she kept smiling, because she was happy from the bottom of her heart, happy!

Since that accident, she had obtained this huge amount of psychic power, and she seemed to have turned into a monster, and she felt quite bad when she said what she said. One look, one word, will turn a person into a puppet, stay in an unprotected place for more than three days, the chaos will corrode reality, and if it takes longer, the chaos crack will open!

She hasn't spoken a word to anyone for nearly two years! Except for the occasional words to Carlo in the dream, she clearly remembers the first words she said in reality: "Open it, you can do it, witcher, this is the arrangement of fate .”

Among the countless fragments she saw from the future, in some fragments a vague figure would appear, in some of these fragments, the figure killed her mercilessly, in some fragments, the figure ignored her existence, and finally She died miserably in the Witch King's laboratory, and a few fragments, the figure, took her away.

Among her favorite clips belonging to the future, without exception, there is that figure. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, she could tell from his weapon that it was Demon Slayer Steel! A weapon unique to the witcher! The person she was waiting for was a witcher!

Seven hundred days and nights ago, Effilar knew that in the future, there was a witcher waiting for her, and he could bring her hope!

When his colleagues finally discovered that there was a problem inside the Temple Monastery on the island of Ophelia 7 far away on the other side of the stormy sea, a black ship took him away in silence, the Scarlet Shroud.

And before that, she had spent nearly a year ruthlessly drinking blood. On the Black Ship, she perceives in the void the dream of another Awakened, Carlo, a frail mortal, but chosen to receive a demonic gift. Yes, even on the black ship specially used to imprison the son of calamity, her psychic power crossed the sea without hindrance, and got in touch with Carlo in Port Anthony.

She wished to save her soul as the sisters of the Temple Abbey had saved themselves. However, in Carlo's dream, she saw the person she had been waiting for! She saved the girl Carlo, but in the end, she was the one who was saved, and she finally firmly grasped that very bleak future!

In the dream, when Effilar saw the witcher riding a brass monster roaring towards him, she finally saw that man's face clearly for the first time! She still remembered the words she said: "Hello, knight, nice to meet you!", and the words she didn't say: I have been waiting for you for seven hundred days and nights!

That night was the first time Effilar spent a dreamless and peaceful night after gaining power.

Although the road ahead is still difficult, Effilar vowed to treat everyone he met with kindness, because the world gave her the best one among countless futures, and she will protect the world from being destroyed!

"You can do it, witcher, it's destiny!" Effilar prayed devoutly.

The witcher felt the pain from his body gradually calm down, every cell was screaming to express that he was full of energy, the huge mouth of the famine xenomorph was gradually separated up and down under the support of the witcher!

Under the huge external pressure, he felt that the energy in his body seemed to have a channel to vent, and he clearly felt that power in his blood, in his bones, and between his muscles! All kinds of news from the retina for a while made the witcher overwhelmed!

But he has no time to care about these things at all. His only goal is to kill the monster in front of him. When it is still weak, take advantage of its illness and kill it!

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