Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 35 Mutation
The griffin, whose eyes were sprayed with venom from the Scissor-tailed Dragon, was completely unaware of Ivan's appearance. It was still rolling around on the ground, flapping its wings violently. The ground around it cracked because of its struggle, forming a deep pit.

Ivan simply adjusted himself to the sudden increase in his physical strength, then tapped the ground with his toes and rushed towards the griffin as fast as an arrow, at a speed that almost produced a sonic boom.

"Alder Seal!" Ivan raised his left hand, and a powerful mental force burst out from his palm like a surging wave, rushing straight towards the griffin on the ground.

The Alder Seal, enhanced by Patrice's elixir, was incredibly powerful, sending a violent shockwave that instantly halted the Griffin's movements. Originally tumbling wildly, it was unexpectedly blasted into the ground, even losing consciousness for a moment.

Seizing this opportunity, Ivan leaped high without hesitation, gripping the silver sword with both hands, and slashed fiercely at the griffin's left wing. With his increased strength, the silver sword sliced ​​through like tofu, sending feathers flying and blood gushing out.

Ivan's first decision was to destroy the griffin's flying ability.

Although the griffin was sprayed in the eyes by the venom of the Scissortail Dragon, there were no other wounds on its body. The battle with the Scissortail Dragon was a pure massacre.

In this state, it was not easy for Ivan to hit the griffin's vitals with a single blow, so he first used his silver sword to cut off its wings, depriving it of its agility in the air. The battle on the ground was the witcher's home turf.

The severely wounded griffin let out a shriek loud enough to shake the heavens. The intense pain instantly brought it back to consciousness. It twisted its body like a mad beast, attacking Ivan with its claws and beak. At the same time, its intact right wing slammed against the ground, and with the reaction force, it staggered but stubbornly stood up again.

Ivan's gaze burned fiercely, watching the griffin's every move, his silver sword poised to strike. His steps moved nimbly, deftly dodging the griffin's frantic counterattacks. At the same time, he raised his left hand again, gestured, and unleashed the Igni Sign. A blazing flame, like a raging dragon, roared from his palm, charging directly at the griffin.

Because of the tawny owl, Ivan didn't feel any headache after performing the magic seal with all his strength twice in a row. He even thought, could he cast one more?
So, he nimbly turned his fingers, quickly changed his gestures, and released the Aden Seal again. A purple magic trap enveloped the ground around the griffin. The powerful magic power took effect instantly, and its movements suddenly became sluggish.

Although its vision was blurred by the venom, it remained instinctively alert to the incoming high-temperature griffin. It flapped its right wing vigorously, trying to blow away the flames.

However, the injury on its left wing caused it to lose its sense of balance, and coupled with the slowing effect of the Aden Seal, its efforts had no effect. The flames only shifted slightly in direction and continued to spread towards its body.

In an instant, raging flames enveloped one side of the griffin's body. It let out a painful roar, and its feathers quickly curled and burned in the flames. The air was filled with the disgusting smell of burnt feathers.

Roasted griffin, ah.

With Ivan's current strength, going all out like this would be far too cruel for a griffin. However, he didn't consider this. The silver sword in his hand didn't stop moving, inflicting wounds on the burning griffin one after another.

The pain completely aroused the griffin's ferocity. In a brief interval after Ivan's attack, it endured the pain on its body and the burning of the flames, and pounced on Ivan again in an almost crazy manner.

This time, it not only used its sharp claws and beak, but also flapped its only remaining wing with all its might, with a desperate spirit, vowing to tear the despicable enemy in front of it into pieces.

Ivan, well aware of the principle that a cornered beast will fight, never let down his guard. The moment the griffin lunged, he quickly dodged to the side, quickly pulling a honeycomb bomb from his waist. He ignited it with the Igni Sign and hurled it precisely at the griffin's feet. With a resounding bang, the honeycomb exploded, the violent impact blasting the griffin's legs to a bloody pulp. It let out a shrill cry, its massive body swaying several times before collapsing heavily to the ground.

"It's over." Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, then leaped high into the air. As the griffin's desperate gaze fell, he dropped like a meteor, piercing the griffin's neck with his silver sword. Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the griffin's body convulsed violently for a few seconds before falling completely still.

Using so many potions and alchemical bombs just to kill a griffin is undoubtedly a losing deal.

But Ivan, who had just earned 500 kronor, didn't care about these things. He shared one point of view with his predecessor, which was: when facing important things, one must give it one's all.

Hunting griffins is a test for the Griffin School's Alpine Trial. Completing this task allows you to become a true demon hunter. At such a crucial turning point in life, especially after a setback, spending a few extra coins is definitely worth it!

Ivan uncorked the red gourd, ready to absorb the griffin's essence. However, to his surprise, no white light came out of the griffin's body, and the system did not give any prompts.

Could it be that it's not dead yet? Ivan's heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously gripped the silver sword in his hand, instantly entering a state of high alert.

However, the griffin on the ground was still lying motionless, like a lifeless sculpture.

But Ivan firmly believed in the system's judgment that the griffin must not be completely dead yet and needed to be killed.

Instead of getting closer, he took out another honeycomb bomb, lit it and threw it over.

With a loud bang, a huge charred wound appeared on the griffin's body, but the system still did not prompt.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
A dazzling blue light suddenly burst out from the griffin's body like a surging tide, knocking Ivan away with lightning speed.

Ivan didn't have time to cast the Quinn Seal, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. After drawing an arc in the air, he fell heavily to the ground several meters away.

He only felt a heaviness in his chest, a fishy and sweet taste rising in his throat, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Ivan raised his head, his pupils constricted, staring intently at the "corpse" of the griffin in front of him that was constantly emitting a faint blue light.

(End of this chapter)