God-level Demon Hunter

life value:?

Mana: 150

Attributes:

strength:?

agile:?

constitution:?

Perception: 16

Will: 20

Charisma: 5

Spirit: 15

skill:

炼金术Lv10，猎魔人感官Lv10、冥想Lv8、熊派长剑剑术Lv10、猎魔人法印Lv10、狮鹫派秘法Lv6……

Ice (passive solidification): Anahad survived the advanced experiment of the first generation. The special mutation made him almost lose human emotions, and all emotions were suppressed to the minimum.But at the same time, he has the physical strength and resilience far beyond ordinary demon hunters, and he is not afraid of pain and various stimuli.Immune to all mind-affecting spells.

……

The eyes of the grand master of the Xiong faction exuded a chill that froze the soul, and he didn't say a word.

The great masters of the Snake School and the Bear School have both appeared, so the two behind them——

Roy only glanced at it, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Sure enough, the remaining two are the Griffin master Elan with the goshawk tattoo on his side face, and the one who left the blueprint of the equipment in Kaer Morhen. They have a plain face, black hair and brown eyes, and they look like a Ai Jia, the great master of the Wolf School of ordinary middle-aged people.

As the first generation of demon hunters, one of them is the source of law, and the other is a blacksmith master. They also have their own unique abilities because of advanced experiments——

Magic Perception (Passive Solidification): Elan gained a unique mutation.With the five senses, he can directly perceive and manipulate the chaotic energy in the air, making him good at creating and improving spells.

The Way of Balance (Passive Solidification): Aijia has survived the first-generation advanced experiment, and his physical fitness has been greatly enhanced in an all-round way.Strength, agility, physical strength, perception, spirit +10.

……

The air in the corridor was eerily quiet, and the four pairs of eyes locked on the figure in the center.

Roy bowed slightly, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, like a cheetah cornered by four hungry lions.

"It is said that the four great masters are still alive, but why did they take the initiative to find me? What is their purpose?"

Roy can escape now, just teleport to Golfin on the top of the tower, but he has too many questions in his mind, about the movements of the four great masters over the past few hundred years.

Second, can he just drop Triss on his back?

This warm body was trembling slightly, and the nose pressed against his neck, exhaling hot air, and the frequency of breathing increased significantly.

She has woken up.

Roy could imagine that she was probably also frightened by this astonishing battle and dared not move.

He pursed his chapped lips.

They didn't do anything directly, so they shouldn't be Nilfgaard's reinforcements, so they can try to communicate.

Another soft sound, like the wind blowing through the leaves, sounded first,

"Don't be nervous kid, we just want to ask you a few questions to make sure of one thing."

"Who are you?" Roy glanced at the four faces calmly, "I don't remember offending four of them, and they are all of the same kind. Can you leave after answering the questions?"

"It depends on your attitude and whether you are willing to cooperate. Even if you run away now, you can't escape for a while... So, which school of demon hunter are you?"

Ivar Xieyan glanced at his body, with a hint of admiration, "When you defended the city, I saw that your swordsmanship has the shadow of the snake school, the wolf school, and the cat school. It’s really rare in this era when the school is withered.”

"Snake Demon Hunter," Roy breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he could talk.

He took out the pendant under his clothes and showed it to the four of them. With the other hand, he touched the smooth side face of the sorceress behind him soothingly, "Lei of Guleta led me to get started."

"That bald boy..." Ivar suddenly looked out of the castle window, his silver eyes emptied, revealing a nostalgic expression, "I have really recruited a good disciple for the Snake Sect. At such a young age, his skills are amazing."

"You know Reso?"

"Taught him for a few years."

Ivar paused,

"Is the short-distance space shuttle you showed in the war caused by a mutation?"

Roy's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood—these four people had been monitoring him on the battlefield.

He was silent, he was not sure if the other party had seen more, and whether lying to cover up would anger the four of them.

Ivar shook his head and smiled when he saw this, and wanted to say something more,

"Ivar, now is not the time to reminisce about the past," the grim-faced bear master interrupted him, asking an inexplicable question, "Boy, tell me the truth, do you know Sasha? Sasha Crawford, whose real name is Cassia Van Canting, a graduate of the Imperial Academy of Nilfgaard, a woman who is good at stealing and seducing."

The voice was full of energy, like gravel falling from the top of the mountain, and an aura of crushing everything rushed towards the face.

"She stole something vital from us. We've been looking for it for years, but it's unpredictable..."

Sasha Crawford?

Roy's expression was blank, his brows furrowed into a thoughtful expression, and he tried his best to dig out the origin of the name from his mind.

"Da da da!" At this moment, Geralt's shout suddenly came from a corner not far away.

Elan snapped his fingers, and the space at the corner of the stairs in the distance rippled like the surface of a lake blown by a breeze.

Geralt held the vibrating pendant around his neck, held the silver sword, and swayed his body like a crab, as if he didn't see the figure in the corridor on this floor, he went directly down the stairs to the next floor.

Roy watched him leave, but finally did not speak.

He didn't want to see any more sacrifices.

"Very good, boy." Anahad nodded at him, "Continue."

"Before I answer you, I also have some questions to ask!" Roy took a deep breath, and his strange-colored pupils passed over the faces of the four of them one by one, and asked reflexively, "According to my feeling, the four of you are among the universities, and your identities should be It's no small matter, and I've had contact with Letho, Oakes, Vesemir, Geralt, Kelda, Geron...according to their descriptions."

"If I'm not mistaken, you are Ivar, Anahad, Aiga, Grandmaster Elan..."

"It's been a hundred years, and it's rare that anyone still remembers the names of us old things," Ai Jia of the wolf faction said with emotion.

"But why have you never returned to the school? What have you been busy with all these years? Could it be that you have abandoned the Demon Hunter Academy you founded, the creed you are proud of, and the students who taught you the way of the Demon Hunter yourself?" Luo Yi looked at the master of the Griffin Sect, and said in a sophisticated tone, "For example, Geron."

"Academy represents the old-fashioned past. No matter the so-called neutral principles or goals are out of date. But we are chasing the future." Elan's calm eyes were full of waves, "As for Geron, he had already achieved it before he died. Ideal, no regrets."

"Our ideas, our wishes, and the ambitions we want to achieve are absolutely confidential, and they are a bit shocking." Ivar said, his eyes under the cloak flashed a gleam, "Mediocre people are not qualified to understand, and we will not be in vain Tell you—tell me, where did you meet Sasha?"

Roy was silent for a moment.

He could hear the steady heartbeats of the four great masters.

They seem to be confident and have their cards in their hands.

And I have no relatives or reasons with that woman, so there is no need to hide it for her, "Well, I met her. More than two years ago to be exact."

Sasha Crawford exists in Roy's long memory.

There is a wonderful relationship between her and him.

Back to the day in 1260, more than two years ago.

In Yaden Kaye Village, an ignorant country boy was hit by a horse and fell into a coma.

After awakening, the souls of the two worlds merged into one.

Roy became the current Roy and awakened the template.

And the person riding the horse is this Sasha——stealing a precious Gwent card from One-Eyed Jack and fleeing on horseback...

She was the culprit who put herself in a coma.

This accident opened the prelude to this series of adventures in the future.

Otherwise, "Roy" probably already married a wife and had children in the countryside, and became an honest farmer.

"But I didn't have much contact with Sasha, and I was almost killed by her horse... I don't know how she offended everyone."

The four of them looked at each other.

A trace of regret flashed in Ivar's eyes.

"Don't you understand, your life trajectory has interacted with her, and that thing is likely to fall on you, especially if you have shown extraordinary abilities before, we are almost sure."

"No matter how you judge it, you are a young and promising demon hunter, so we will notify you in advance instead of acting rashly..."

"But I'm sorry, you can't stay because of this possibility."

"What do you mean? What did you lose?" Roy shivered violently, with an ominous feeling in his heart, and his fingers gently traced a few letters on Triss's back.

A magical aura surged from under the sorceress's light coat.

"You've fused it, haven't you?" Analod asked in an affirmative tone. "And the connection in the dark will eventually reunite the fragments."

"Actually, fusion is the most foolish way to use it. It's a waste of its power." Elan described in a flat tone, "but after fusion, it will allow the individual to obtain some special power, such as the magic power of a mage. But it should be the same as about the soul."

"An ordinary soul that seeks fusion beyond its means is very likely to be swallowed by it. You must have something special." Ai Jia said, pointing to his chest.

special.

Seed of strength.

Are they referring to - templates?

But didn't he bring this thing himself?

Sasha accidentally got something that belonged to them into me?

Roy felt an extremely absurd feeling in his heart.

"I don't understand what you mean."

"Boy, listen to me..."

Ivar didn't finish speaking, and suddenly pulled back!

Stunned!

"Shh-"

Countless blood-colored tentacles drilled out of the ground, instantly entangled Elan, Aiga, and Anahad who were closer, and lifted the three great masters into the air.

"boom!"

The sorceress behind the witcher shot at the same time, and a blue air flow burst out from between her slender fingers, forcing Ivar, who was the only one out of trouble, to push a few steps!

"call--"

Roy sprinted behind him, but did not hurt the three controlled masters.

A teleportation crystal appeared in the palm of his right hand, but before it could be crushed, Ivar Xieyan chased after him like a prophet.

A kick hit Roy's palm.

The crystal slid away.

And Roy turned around in a rage and sent Alder away, knocking Ivar into the air.

The female sorceress crossed her hands behind her, and the magic storm swelled around her body, blowing her red-brown hair into the wind and brushing against the witcher's cheek.

She looked like a goddess of magic, but the blood on the corner of her mouth and her pale face made her look extremely haggard.

"Boom!"

The second portal opens.

Roy jumped with the sorceress on his back.

"boom!"

A translucent wall of air suddenly replaced the portal and intertwined in front of the two of them. They collided heavily, and Roy fell on his back with a smear of blood on his forehead.

The female sorceress fell behind him with a muffled grunt, and a trace of pain flashed in her cornflower blue eyes.

Ten meters away, another figure in a cloak appeared at the end of the corridor. His face was as white as a corpse, his facial features were sinister, and his hands gleamed with magic light!

Roy glanced at him.

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