God-level Demon Hunter

Obviously, this castle has been uninhabited for a long time, and it seems to be different from Geron's dream.

Disappointed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly divided into three teams to continue exploring the castle.

Roy followed Geralt up the corridor on the west side of the hall.

"Man, according to your premonition, will this trip be rewarding?" White Wolf suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, "Elan, or even Aiga?"

He also came here this time to bear the heavy responsibility that Mr. Vesemir gave him.

Founders are critical to all schools of thought.

"There should be." Roy said, with strange-colored pupils flickering across the empty, dark corridor, "everyone who walks through will leave traces. Geron's dreams will never be groundless."

As a verification, the demon hunter suddenly tensed up near a room on the second floor of the castle.

A light green ribbon floated in front of his eyes, filled with the breath left by some kind of living creature, the witcher moved his nose, and faintly smelled a faint fragrance from it.

"Insect pheromones?"

Roy and Geralt exchanged a look.

"Shhh-"

Outlined by five fingers, golden and pitch-black rays of light surged, and the two bodies were covered with double magic shields.

Carrying the silver sword, bowing his waist and resting on his toes, he landed silently like a cat, and quietly approached the bedroom with the open door.

Then he glanced around the room from the corner of his eye.

Different from the corridors and halls, the walls of the rooms are covered with layers of insulating moss like fleshy walls.

And on the innermost wall, there is a ghost-like silent monster lying on its back—two huge phosphorescent eyes, slender legs, and a long and narrow body like a dragonfly in the center. A lit candelabra that seems to have popped straight out of a broken slate wall.

Koschey

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Life: 250

attribute

Power: 22

Agility: 28

Constitution: 25

Perception: 10

Will: 6

Charisma: 3

Spirit: 8

skill:

Carapace (Passive Solidification): The hard carapace covering most of the body is invulnerable and immune to considerable physical damage.

Corrosion Lv6: Minions carry corrosive venom, which can corrode flesh and bones.

Regeneration Lv5: Koschey has extremely tenacious vitality, most of the organs and tissues in his body are no longer vital, and can be regenerated after being damaged.

……

The two stood silently for a moment.

Geralt swiped his left palm between his neck.

With a wave of Roy's hand, the long sword disappeared, and a pair of exquisitely shaped crossbows exuding cold and murderous aura appeared on the right hand side.

At the same time, the five fingers of the left hand outline the blue spell.

"Whoosh-"

"Z-"

The sound of breaking the air and the sound of electric current surged successively.

An arrow hit the eye of the candelabrum, strengthening the wrath of the giant, endowing the arrow with unimaginable penetration and impact, and its eyeball did not have a hard carapace covering the body, and it burst like a watermelon in an instant.

Green slurry sprinkled all over the body, emitting a strange fluorescence.

Amidst the hissing of pain and anger, eighteen pairs of slender feet straightened at the same time!

Before it could react, a flash of purple lightning flashed across the air, hitting the candelabra in the middle.

Strips of bright yellow electric arcs jumped between the slender limbs, its roar turned into a howl, and it froze in place, trembling convulsively.

And Geralt stepped forward with the silver sword in hand, twisted his body, and the tip of the sword struck the tentacles on top of its head.

However, it quickly recovered from the stiffness, blocked the blade with one paw, jumped off the wall, and jumped in front of the white wolf, its slender feet spinning like a windmill.

The air hisses under the claws!

Geralt crouched under the worm, and the timing was perfect, the worm's foot scraped the Quen's shield, but that was all.

As Geralt rolled to his feet, the long sword drew a thin and deep sword mark on the soft belly beneath him.

Green blood fell to the ground.

The ground was so corroded that green smoke rose.

The worm tightened its legs suddenly, yelled and jumped to the ground, then turned its direction instantly, and struck Geralt with its sharp claws like the tentacles of an octopus.

But its back was exposed to Roy.

"Whoosh-"

"boom!"

A ray of silver light, and a flaming fireball erupted at its tail one after another.

The shock wave of the fireball explosion and the thrust of the crossbow bolt knocked its body into the air, and it staggered into the wall, screaming miserably!

The smell of barbecue fills the air.

Geralt took the opportunity to stab it's fully exposed left eye with a sword!

It has become completely blind.

The demon hunter with strange-colored pupils attacked with a sword.

Five seconds later, Koschey was flanked by two demon hunters, and his wailing completely disappeared.

"Shua—" The silver light was like a shuttle.

A mouthpart with intertwined fangs and a blood-spitting myriad corpse fell to Roy's feet.

Kill Koschey, EXP +280, Demon Hunter Lv10 (1000/8500)

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"Have you seen this thing?" Roy squatted down and tried to cut its body, thinking that there must be a large mutant inside it. "There doesn't seem to be such a thing in the witcher books."

Geralt shook his head, "The witcher is just an experienced monster killer, not a professor of rare biology."

"But this thing feels strange to me...it's not the same as Anglegg or crab spiders, it's a bit...unnatural."

The two worked together to dismember Koschey, and in addition to a large green mutant, they also pulled out a long metal plate from its body.

It is deeply embedded between the carapace and flesh of the myriad, and a line of incomprehensible words are engraved on the surface - UL Ex IX 0022.

"No. 22... Is there still No. 18 and No. 19?" Roy raised his eyebrows, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart. "Which unlucky ghost came from, or did it swallow it inadvertently?"

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Chapter 20 The Magic Bottle and Dijing

Roy and Geralt searched the entire room again. Except for a pile of animal skulls and leg bones, there were no human bones or any special clues.

The two wandered around the entire second floor full of doubts, which was astonishingly empty.

"To be honest, I've never seen such a humble witcher academy." Geralt looked around the empty corridor, and couldn't help complaining in a magnetic bass, "Even Kaer Morhen, there are at least a few portraits. A decent bed, a portrait of a senior."

"Except for a few walls, what's the difference between this place and the outside?"

"Bear demon hunters have weak feelings and don't need those so-called souvenirs."

Roy could barely explain it this way.

Then the two met Reso, Lambert, and Aiden in the basement of another tower, but the three did not encounter myriads or other monsters.

But something else was gained.

The dim light of the fire in the basement revealed a pile of strangely shaped metal tanks, glass containers for storing mutants, and a leaching furnace... exactly what Geron had seen in his dream.

"It's all the instruments of the Grass Trial... It turns out that this place once belonged to a witcher." Leso rubbed his palm over the rough surface of the stove, and felt a row of rust, "It's just that most of the instruments are neglected, at least It hasn't been used in ten years."

"The mutants last longer...the effect is almost worn out by time."

Everyone couldn't help but be more puzzled.

Elan appeared in this castle, but never used its alchemy equipment, so what is his purpose here?

"By the way... look at this thing." Roy showed the metal "dog tag" to the three of them, and Lambert had a constructive suggestion.

"In my opinion, it doesn't belong to any unlucky ghost, and it definitely wasn't swallowed by that myriad worm accidentally. It's a mark left in the worm's body intentionally by Grandmaster Elan!"

Aiden rubbed the metal plate and added,

"The function of this thing is equivalent to a pet collar tied around the neck. And the myriad is probably a 'watchdog' raised by the mysterious person who controls Elan. Everyone must pay attention in the future, as long as anyone If you see it somewhere, maybe there will be clues from Elan."

"Bold idea," Lei Suo nodded, "If you dare to raise that kind of bug, you will either be a research madman or a pervert."

"Guys, I actually found something." Lambert led the two to a corner of the basement, and the pendants around their necks suddenly vibrated.

But the amplitude of the vibration is not large, which shows that the elements remaining in the air are very thin.

After seeing the instigator, several people couldn't help but be amazed - placed against the corner of the wall, there was an extremely simple yellow amphora ceramic pot, the surface was covered with dust, so plain and old that it could be called ancient.

Roy stared at it, his eyes became deep.

sealed bottle

A certain powerful elemental creature was once sealed in the bottle. It has been a long time since the creature escaped, but there is still some magic energy left in the jar.

……

Powerful elemental creatures, residual magic.

Roy couldn't help but his pupils constricted, and his breathing was slightly burning. Could it be that——

"I insist that this is a chamber pot left by a mage." Lambert folded his hands on his chest and said nonsense solemnly, "Although many years have passed, the magic element has remained with the urine he drained into the jar. So Only then will the pendant vibrate."

"Maybe this caster is the murderer behind the scenes."

"Stop your vulgar jokes!" Geralt suddenly squatted down, picked up a brass lid from the side of the amphora, wiped off the dust, and there were missing crosses and nine-pointed stars on it, which were exactly the same as the ones in his memory. Things are exactly the same.

He confirmed his guess.

Can't help but look at things and think about people, a trace of warmth appeared on the cold cheeks, and then turned into sadness - he and Yennefer met for the first time because of this bottle.

It's a pity that the sweet time is no longer there, and the happiness of the past highlights the loneliness of today.

"I recognize this bottle. I once saw one in Limb City in Redania."

"Dude, why is your expression so exaggerated? Don't tell me it's a magic bottle," Lambert looked at the glass jar again, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, he raised his head and chest and deliberately thickened his voice and announced, "There's an elf living in it , he will grant all our wishes. Don't confuse fairy tales with reality."

"You are right, but wishes are limited to three, and they can only be granted by the person who opened the brass bottle cap at that time. There are still very large restrictions on wishes."

"What wish? Why did you suddenly start talking?" Not far away, Cohen and Jieron entered the basement along the stairs.

"We found a magic bottle that seals Di Jing." Geralt raised his voice, holding the bottle in his palm and rubbing it. "It's a pity that the spirit in the bottle is no longer there."

"Di Jing?"

Now everyone looked solemn, and even Lambert put away his hippie smile.

He doesn't believe in the so-called magic lamp genie, but as a demon hunter, he has heard of Di Jing's famous name——

There are different spaces in the world, and between the spaces are the four worlds—fire, water, earth, and air.

Certain demon hunters or wizards with extraordinary meditative abilities can approach these four realms through meditation, with their spirit bodies or souls out of their bodies.