The Game of Demon Hunter

The moment the witcher had this idea, Maronus also felt the impatience from the blood god from the boiling pool of blood.

The great skull lord has never been a patient existence. Maybe one second he expressed his approval to a brave and skilled warrior, and the next second, he felt that the warrior's head was suitable for decorating his chair.

Now, Khorne's interest apparently shifted to the blood that ran through this somewhat special mortal body.

Xu Yichen calmly sold an opening, and the long sword in his hand left three points of strength when blocking the opponent's weapon.

The giant sword in Mannoroth's hand cut through the air like lightning, and the sudden huge force easily smashed through the defense of the long sword in the hands of the demon hunter.

The giant sword ruthlessly cut into Xu Yichen's body along the right side of his abdomen. The thick blade and the black evil fire easily left a huge wound five centimeters deep on the demon hunter's body.

The black flames, like being composed of countless innocent souls, and countless wailing faces of pain, constantly emerged in the flames, as if they wanted to break through the flames that bound him.

Now that they are finally free, the black evil fire exploded instantly when it touched the blood of the witcher burning with silver flames!

With painful screams, countless innocent souls poured in along Xu Yichen's wound.

Because of the effect of [Bath of Divine Blood], Xu Yichen didn't wear any additional protective equipment. Apart from the skin, the only thing protecting his body was the thin [Silver Scale Breastplate].

On the one hand, the super effect of [Bath of God's Blood] made his skin comparable to light metal armor, even if Li Yanlong held his magic sword from the knight Bart, he couldn't leave it on him without trying his best. Wound.

On the other hand, it is because when he faces a strong enemy, he always needs to use [Red Time] to establish an advantage. Too thick armor will limit his combat effectiveness.

Now, Xu Yichen finally suffered a big loss when facing this enemy who completely crushed him from his subordinates to his equipment.

The long-lost pain stimulated Xu Yichen's brain, the vicious curse bit his flesh and soul, and the black evil fire from chaos destroyed the witcher's heart function.

If it wasn't for the talent of [Enemy of Chaos] protecting his soul, the talent of [Inferior Regeneration] was doing its best to repair his wounds, and [Pure Fire] would explode more violently with the sputtering of blood in his body. The flames resisted the attack of the black fire, and the damage from the curse of the warp was enough to kill the witcher on the spot.

"Those who don't believe, my Lord is the beginning, and my Lord is the end. Those who insult my Lord will always humiliate themselves." The blood-colored warrior in heavy armor said in the demon hunter's ear, "What do you say?"

Xu Yichen clearly felt the pain in his body. At that moment, two completely opposite forces used his body as a battlefield to launch a fierce confrontation, and the aftermath almost caused his internal organs to shift.

But the witcher's actions did not stop because of this. When he decided to do this, he already felt that something would definitely happen, but he was fearless.

Because this is his mission, as a member of the witcher, it is his responsibility to be aware of chaos; as a soldier in New China, a glorious political commissar, after knowing that chaos will definitely become his enemy, the relationship between them It has long been a situation of immortality, this is his mission.

Xu Yichen believes that whether he dies or wins, it means the guidance of victory.

The flaming long sword raised high, changed direction suddenly in the air, without the slightest pause, Xu Yichen roared and swung his arms, the silver flame drew a deadly arc in the air!

The sword blade burning with [Pure Fire] fiercely slashed at the neck of the Khorne champion from the side and along the edge of the thick armor!

The huge force almost cut the heavily armored warrior's neck in half!

"The retribution has arrived!" the witcher endured the double damage to his body and soul, and said in Mannoroth's ear word by word.

On the other side of the battlefield, Grom Hellscream watched the witcher and Maronus, who had almost died together, jumped high and landed on the back of the brass bull, with the ax in his hand in his crotch. The head was slashed left and right, sparks flew everywhere, but it failed to cause damage.

The brown greenskin felt endless anger gushing from his heart. It was the strongest warrior in the clan, and it carried the hope of the whole clan. He sold his dignity, but he failed to get what he deserved.

"Waaagh!" Blessed to his heart, Grom Hellscream obeyed the desire in his heart for the first time, and roared out this battle cry loudly. In his body, the part that originated from the green skin responded to it call.

Grom Hellscream threw away his axe, and exerted force with his right hand. Amid the jaw-dropping sound of bones breaking, he snapped off one of his sharp teeth, and used all his strength along the eye socket of the brass bull. poke it in!

The ferocious beast, which was blind in one eye, burst out with unparalleled brute force, broke four tall dead trees with sharp teeth, and disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Vittoria and Li Yanlong suddenly felt the pressure relieved. As the defender in front, Li Yanlong didn't know how many times he was thrown down by these colt-sized hounds today.

His arms were numb, and he couldn't even feel the shield in his hand. He mechanically used his shield to resist the enemy's attacks, and used the long sword in his hand to leave wounds on the bodies of those enemies who were almost impossible to kill.

Then he found that for three full breaths, the shield on his arm did not feel a new impact.

Li Yanlong subconsciously turned his gaze to the very center of the battlefield.

The two entangled figures, the weapons in their hands penetrated each other's bodies, and were fixed in place like the closest lovers.

Mannoroth's eyes hidden behind his helmet were fixed on the witcher's wound.

The red blood flowed out wantonly, burning with silver fire, dripping on the black ground. The moment it touched the pool of blood, it was like a lighted match falling into gasoline. Personal engulfment.

Xu Yichen looked at the champion of Khorne who had no fear and was even satisfied because of this hearty battle, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Mannoroth didn't issue any vicious curses, but he regretted his defeat and accepted the fate of defeat very calmly.

"The great blood god will always get what he wants, no matter how tortuous the process is." Amid roaring and screaming laughter, the champion warrior of Khorne gradually disappeared: "And we will always meet again You will not always enjoy the sweetness of victory, unbeliever."

PS: After coming back from Chinese New Year, there will always be a month or two when I don’t want to go to work~