The Game of Demon Hunter

The long sword in his hand pierced and cut the enemy in front of him countless times, and the witcher once again cut in half the monster named Misar, feeling a little tired in his heart.

Amidst Misar's crazy laughter, the severed lower body turned into a cloud of pink mist, which dissipated in the air, and kicked out two more legs from the wound on his body! It seems that there are two thighs hidden between the chest and abdomen.

Seeing Misar, whose snot and tears were mixed together, the witcher beheaded him silently, once again. He really didn't want to see that disgusting face, even if it could be clean for a second.

The invisible fate fulfilled his wish, and a second later, a brand new head gushed out from the broken neck, which seemed a bit slow. Misar grabbed the wings above his head with his hands and yanked.

"Oh my, what's wrong with my little hunter?" The newly grown head immediately started its own noise attack: "Why is it downcast? Is it disheartened? Or angry?"

In Misar's words, the battle between the two sides is still going on. In the dark underground passage, there is almost no room for the two to dodge. Parrying and blocking are the mainstream, or trading injuries for injuries. Both sides are used to it. The rhythm of the battle.

The blood, which has always been the killer's trump card, caused huge damage to the opponent time and time again, and then recovered. The expression on Missar's face when he was corroded by blood made the witcher feel sick, and he found that the damage caused by his blood to the opponent was getting lower and lower.

And he found that Sister Slaanesh seemed to be eager for his own blood, she was consciously luring him to use blood to hurt her, hiding under that slut appearance, what conspiracy did she have?

Based on the principle that the more the enemy wants, the less they can give her, the witcher simply uses weapons and spell skills to fight the opponent. If he hadn't made a breakthrough before the battle and obtained two extraordinary powers in a row, the demon hunter might really be unable to defeat the pervert in front of him.

The blade turned and blocked the nun's sharp claws. The instant collision between the sharp claws and the metal, sparks lit up the darkness in the tunnel. As [Gnar's Flaming Sword] left a bright red flame pattern in the air, the nun's claw was almost cut off by Qi Gen!

"You can't really hurt me like this, little hunter!" The nun licked her wound, "Unless, you can soak me in it with your own blood and dissolve it slowly... Woo, it seems that I accidentally What did you say that shouldn't be said?"

When speaking, the nun's voice could almost wring out water, full of anticipation, which made the witcher disgusting enough. Then she covered her mouth with her newly grown claws, and let out a series of "smiles".

This is not the first time that the nun has pretended to leak her words. At the very beginning, she said: "Fortunately, the limbs were cut off. If they are accidentally cut into pieces, it may not be easy for them to grow back." .”

The speaker had no intention, but the listener had intentions. Xu Yichen took advantage of the time when he chopped down the opponent again, patiently chopped the nun into dumpling fillings, and he was sure that there was not a whole piece of muscle or bone under his sword.

In the end, before he could figure out what to do with the muddy meat, the nun "grew" out of the muddy meat like a plant: "You are so cute, you believe everything I say, hehehe!"

Then came the fire, the demon hunter dismembered the opponent's body, cut it into seven or eight pieces, dug a hole, and then used his long sword to start the fire. Thanks to the female warrior for putting so much wine in her space equipment, that time, Xu Yichen watched the monster in front of him burn to ashes.

The witcher buried the pit silently, turned around and planned to leave. But before he could go far, he heard the sound of the monster crawling out of the soil behind him.

"Don't go, I haven't had enough fun yet! I won't resist this time, try another kind of wine, it's not strong enough!" The nun who was covered in burnt black laughed unscrupulously.

"What conspiracy do you have for dragging me here?" The witcher routinely cut off the nun's limbs and asked before she recovered from her injuries: "I've played with you for long enough, why don't you play with me?" Let me tell the truth, I will cooperate with you and play with you for another five minutes."

"Don't refuse me, you know my speed, if I want to run, you can't stop me!" The witcher warned, relying on the existing methods, he was sure that he really couldn't kill this thing: "So , let's talk like civilized people."

After hearing his words, Misar also breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't expect that the young witcher she met would be so difficult, like a monster! You can't beat it, you can't run it! That damned blood is like strong acid, it can corrode one's soul! If you continue to fight like this, I'm afraid that in another half an hour, you will really become a corpse.

Fortunately, I lied to him! But when the power in his blood hurts him, the pain is really unforgettable! With such thoughts in mind, Misar recovered his limbs, sat quietly opposite the witcher, and teased, trying to save face: "What's the matter, little hunter? Are you dying?"

Xu Yichen adjusted his breathing rate: "What conspiracy are you planning? In fact, your target is the witch on the black ship, right?"

"Are you smart, little hunter." Misar licked his lips: "My goal is indeed Ai Feilaer, you don't know her existence, she is like the sun in the void! Dedicated to me Lord, my Lord will definitely grant me greater pain and strength!"

"Since you have a target, why did you attack those civilians?" The witcher felt his physical strength recovering rapidly, and the improvement brought by his extraordinary physique made him take a big step towards the battlefield meat grinder.

Speaking of Marx and his party, the nun seemed excited: "This small place is like a gift box that has been opened! I have never seen a man who is as fragrant as him, and I smell the change in his soul." The taste of the lord! It's a pity that it's not pure, but I'm not picky!"

Feeling his own blood rushing in his body, as powerful as rivers and seas, the witcher smiled and stood up: "Okay, I changed my mind, I think it would be more interesting to continue cutting you just sitting here, let's continue I want to see how long you can last, don't say I didn't give you time to rest."