God-level Demon Hunter

"Death is nothing but death now! Cintra's noble lineage and honor will be completely wiped away!"

Yisi kicked the horse's belly, cut off the head of a black armored soldier with a sword, and turned his head to look at it. The whole town wailed amidst the fierce flames and cruel slaughter.

The streets were filled with blood and corpses, including women and children, and houses were ablaze.

Not far away, a small group of townspeople armed with spears formed a defensive line, which was easily broken by Nilfgaardian riders and felled from behind.

Screams and shouts of killing can be heard endlessly.

He couldn't help the bloodshot eyes, his voice was hoarse like a file,

"Sintra is gone. As a king, what qualifications do I have to live? I am sorry for the trust of the people."

"Think of Ciri and Calanthe. Are you leaving them behind? You should at least go back to the castle!"

As Kratz said, he made a look at his subordinates behind him.

Immediately, more than a dozen riders turned around and galloped towards the half-moon-shaped port of Sintra. The Skellige who stayed behind on the battleship had already raised their sails and were ready to go.

"You are right, I will bear all the punishments!" East pulled the rein, his expression turned firm, "My Calanthe, my Ciri, my children, they must live!"

"Yu—" The horse quickly ran towards Sintra Castle.

……

On the other side, the city was full of noise.

A tall Nilfgaardian knight with a black horse, a black cloak, and a huge helmet like a bird of prey flapping wings, with a resolute face, led a small team towards the castle.

A man with moist black eyes, a pointed nose, and thin lips, dressed as a flexible mercenary, but wearing a halo stone amulet around his neck, has a ghostly figure, and the soles of his feet seem to be oiled, bypassing all small-scale conflicts At that point, he briefly floated up in front of the Sintra Castle, and got into the window on the second floor.

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Inside the castle.

Under the black beams of the hall, a long row of shields hangs on the wall. On the shields are the colorful family coats of arms of the nobles of Sintra.

In front of the coat of arms, stood dozens of nobles from the royal family of Sintra. They put on clothes so black that they could not see any impurities and extra decorations. Both men and women were dressed solemnly and solemnly.

Some women hugged their husbands' arms, their faces pale and trembling, and their young children were pulling at the hem of her skirts, their childish faces showing a hint of nervousness and bewilderment.

Some people covered their mouths from time to time, with vague and weak sobbing sounds in their throats, their shoulders trembled slightly, and their eyes were flushed.

There are also people who hold their heads high, with awe-inspiring and inviolable expressions on their faces, and the gleam in their eyes, which is called seeing death as home.

Calanthe stood directly in front of the crowd, wearing a pure black long dress, her cheeks were full of sadness, and the oppression in her green eyes made her breathless.

Without saying a word, she took out a small and exquisite glass bottle from the basket beside her, the liquid in it shone with a beautiful but dangerous green luster.

She solemnly handed over the bottle to the first nobleman with a resolute face, then wrapped her thin and slender fingers tightly around his cold hand, and gave him a comforting look.

The latter nodded and retreated silently.

Collier, a round-faced little maid in an apron, was beside Calanthe, doing the same job with a bloodless face.

In just a few minutes, every royal in the hall was assigned a bottle, including the children.

Then, the men took their wives and children and quickly returned to the castle room that had been arranged, and the whole family lay close together on the bed.

The dignified and beautiful wife smiled gently at her husband, gently touched the child's head, coaxed the child in a low voice, and poured the bottle of liquid for the child.

Then, he hugged her tightly in his arms.

The wife is the second, kisses her husband farewell, smiles, and swallows the potion.

In the end it was the husband's turn. He hugged his dearest person tightly in his arms with both hands, looked at their faces with slightly wrinkled eyebrows, and resolutely picked up the green vial with his mouth.

"Grumbling."

The potion was drunk to the brim!

Despite the flames of war in the outside world, their expressions were extremely calm, with smiles on their lips, they gradually swallowed their last breath, and returned to the embrace of Goddess Freya.

Throughout Sintra Castle, the same scene was played out in dozens of rooms.

And Calanthe and Collier took the last few bottles of medicine in the basket and returned to the bedroom on the top floor of the castle.

……

"Where did grandpa go?" Ciri, who was wearing a silver-gray cloak and hood, grabbed her sleeve noisily again, her eyes widened and her cheeks puffed out, and she shouted, "Didn't we agree to go there together?" Novigrad!"

"Your grandfather is fulfilling his responsibilities and obligations. A king, a man, and a husband should fulfill their obligations." Calanthe stood in front of the window on the top floor, staring at the billowing smoke and fire, with tears in his emerald green eyes , "Be obedient now, Ciri, and leave with Master Geralt!"

"No!"

"Calanthe, I suggest you leave with us!" Geralt stroked the teleportation crystal in his palm, his dark cat eyes shone with seriousness.

"Are you kidding me?" Calanthe shook his head and smiled bitterly, "My people are being slaughtered by invaders, and my husband's whereabouts are unknown, but I want to flee to Nuo City, thousands of miles away, and hide with the witcher ? Don't insult me!"

Her body leaned out of the window slightly, and her eyes suddenly focused. On the opposite side of the suspension bridge of the moat, a group of strong men from Skellige came on horseback, and there were two familiar faces leading the way!

"You have other options..." Mossak stroked the beard of his chin, and suddenly began to persuade, "I discussed the worst situation with Kratz and King Bran in advance. The islands have made all arrangements to welcome you welcome."

"King Bran is willing to help you. As long as you are still alive, the lost territory and the blood feud of the people can be discussed in the long run."

"It's time to go, the sailboats in the port are ready!"

Calanthe's expression tightened upon hearing this.

The battle situation under the window sill changed suddenly. From the raging flames in the eastern town, a group of heavy armored knights came suddenly, with a total of twenty knights. collision!

The black and blue cloak swirled crazily in the torrent of steel, the sword slammed on the shield, and the war horse roared sharply.

"Mossak, hurry up, save them!"

Geralt couldn't help but gather around and take a look.

"As you wish!" Emerald light flashed across Mossack's body, a puff of pale smoke filled the room, a crow flew out, flew down the window, fell to the ground in front of the suspension bridge and regained its human form.

Mossak raised his big, veiny hand, and swished the ancient staff behind his back. With his beard and hair fluttering, he leaped up and smashed a Nilfgaardian heavy armored knight to the ground with a single leap!Bloody head.

He simply jumped into the cavalry, stirring up a green whirlwind all over the sky.

The heavy cavalry was instantly suppressed!

Calanthe breathed a sigh of relief.

Geralt stared hard.

"Don't run, Your Highness!"

Collier screamed suddenly, but Ciri disappeared. The door of the bedroom was opened, and the bone-piercing wind blew in!

"Damn girl!" Calanthe's face twisted, clutching his stomach so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

The round-faced maid chased after her.

The dark cat pupils of the witcher flickered coldly, pouring into the corridor of the castle.

The little girl with small arms and short legs was no match for the witcher. After running only a few tens of meters, Geralt picked up the dress by the back like a chicken.

"Let go, Geralt! I want to pick up grandpa!" Ciri's chubby face flushed, struggling like a puppy being teased by the back of the neck!

Collier looked at her and shook her head helplessly.

"Naughty boy, do you know the big thing that you almost broke it? You should have had enough!" Geralt stopped hesitating, and rubbed the portal crystal with his left hand, and the magical aura surged.

Amidst the loud bang, a boxy door appeared in the midair of the corridor, and a vortex-like gust of wind kept blowing out of it.

Geralt was about to throw Ciri straight in.

A strange blue light suddenly lit up on the opposite side of the corridor.

A figure emerged from the empty place. He had mean lips and black eyes full of hostility. When he appeared, he cast a spell and drew a blue flash, illuminating the three people who were caught off guard.

"boom!"

The magic surged.

Geralt snarled and fell backwards, with Ciri falling beside him.

The round-faced maid, Collier, was directly blasted into the portal by the air bomb, and somehow became the first person to arrive at Gawain's House.

……

"Come in!"

Geralt kicked Ciri's little ass, and she fell down in front of the portal with an ouch, her mouth puckered in grievance, and she was about to cry, just a little bit away.

"boom!"

The man who appeared suddenly, with flames in his palm, threw a fireball at the witcher.

Geralt held the silver sword upright in front of him. The blade split the flames in two, and the rest was canceled out by the Heriot Sign.

However, this moment was delayed, and the portal summoned by the crystal had reached the upper limit of time, and suddenly disappeared into the air.

"Bastard!" Geralt yelled extremely rarely, with an undisguised murderous intent shot out of his pupils, and a black mask was quickly drawn with his left hand!

Ciri got the signal from his eyes, and ran towards the darkness on the other side of the corridor.

The man's dark eyes swept over the girl's back, and then at the white wolf. He seemed to understand something, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a dazzling lightning bolt drilled out of his hand, plowed a deep ditch in the ground, and shot at the witcher.

Geralt rolled on the ground, but was still brushed aside by the lightning, and Heriot was shattered.

The silver sword swung in the air, and he zigzagged along both sides of the corridor and rushed towards the mage.

In the next second, spell light and sword light filled the entire corridor!

……

"Shh-"

East blocked the long sword swung by the black-armored knight with a sword, and hit him on the forehead with the hilt. The knight fell off the black horse with a slight concussion. Broke his ribs.

The king of Cintra scanned the battlefield with eyes parallel.

In the battle in front of the castle, our own side already had an absolute advantage. The strong reinforcement of Mossak gave the Nilfgaardians a vivid explanation of what is called the wrath of nature. A staff smashed the heads of at least seven or eight cavalrymen, comparable to the most mighty warrior.

The rest of the cavalry were slaughtered by the mighty Skellige knife and axe in exchange for their lives.

He looked up at the top of the castle, where his wife's familiar and kind eyes looked at him.

The four eyes met, endless comfort and warmth welled up in my heart.

East kicked the horse's belly and rushed towards a cavalryman, parrying, slashing back, and hitting his side of the head with the hilt, once, twice, three times...

"Whoosh-"

He heard a piercing sound coming from the side.

He raised his sword to block, but it was too late—

……

"You will be shot to death by crossbow arrows..." the demon hunter Roy said to him with a serious face. East originally thought that he had changed his fate in Manada.

But fate is waiting for you here.

My Calanthe, my Ciri, my children... Farewell.

The last thought flashed through East's mind, and he lost consciousness——

The king of Cintra, whose left eye was pierced by a sudden arrow.

He fell off his horse heavily.

Fell under the eyes of his lover.

……

"No! No!" In front of the window on the highest floor of the castle, Calanthe twisted her face and let out a heart-piercing howl. An indescribable and unstoppable great sadness pinched her heart.

A tune called despair played in my head!

In an instant, the world in front of her eyes turned gray and white, and everything seemed to be at a standstill.

Only pain, only sadness.

At this moment, she forgot the hatred of the country and the family, the naughty granddaughter and the child in her belly.

Like a walking corpse, she obeyed the bewildered thoughts in her mind, and stood on the window sill more than ten meters high. The cold sea breeze blew in front of her, and the devastation of Sintra City faded away in her eyes.

She opened her arms, fell down in the air ahead, and hugged her husband.

The sound of "huhu" passed by.

It was as if the world was trying to hold her back for the last time.