God-level Demon Hunter

Roy's eyes turned cold.

It's time to end this battle.

The silver-gray pupil locked on to the carriage, and took a deep breath.

A rune shaped like a flame appeared in his mind.

Take a deep breath—

despair!

A battle cry passed through the messy battlefield.

It was as if a tenth-level gust of wind whizzed by.

There was a moment of silence in the chaotic battlefield, and the huge sense of oppression made the hand waving the sword extremely heavy.

The ambient temperature suddenly rose by dozens of degrees, and everyone had the illusion of skin burns, and even the breath between the mouth and nose became unbearably hot.

heat!

The air is dry, and the water molecules are evaporated!

The ground under his feet was faintly lit with flames.

Everything in the battlefield, the soil, the bushes, the air, the armor and the steel sword, everything is emitting amazing heat!

Complex sensations occur in one breath.

boom!

The earth trembled slightly, and the mantle shook!

The ground cracked, and the flames gushed out of the cracks, piercing the dark sky!

Attract everyone's attention!

A gust of crimson lava gushed out from under the galloping carriage, like molten steel overflowing a furnace. It was fiery red and hot, instantly drowning the passers-by on the ground. The elf driving the carriage couldn't even utter a scream. , The mount was carbonized and scorched by thousands of degrees of lava, and turned into nothingness.

Only half of the head of the galloping horse flew out of the lava package due to inertia, and fell ten meters away, scorched black and burning with blue flames.

A crimson liquid fire dragon radiated heat and light like the end of the world, submerged the carriage, and rushed forward ten meters.

Thick smoke billowed, and the ground was scorched and cracked.

A group of elf Scoia'tael who couldn't dodge in time were swept up by the fire dragon and devoured.

The mournful roar only lasted for a moment, and they were completely ignited from the inside out, burning through into red and black human-shaped torches, which melted and disappeared into the rolling magma.

There's no slag left.

In less than two seconds, more than twenty Scoia'tael were taken away by the lava seal!

And that boiling fire dragon seemed to be full, stopped, and fell asleep on the sunken forest floor, forming a lake of death burning with flames!

The entire battlefield was like a rusty machine that suddenly broke down and stagnated for a moment.

Dwarves, elves, humans, including the witcher, stopped at the same time.

Do not!

Everywhere on the battlefield, the Scoia'tael looked at the lava lake that devoured countless compatriots, their canthus were about to burst, and tears almost flowed from their eye sockets.

What a cruel and painful way to die.

demon!

Witchers are demons!

They yelled, looked like maniacs, and their hoarse growls spread throughout the battlefield, desperate to launch a final attack.

However, under the butcher knives of a group of demon hunters shuttling through the battlefield at high speed, the Scoia'tael were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered and fish on the chopping board, and they had no power to resist.

whoosh-

The bowstring hummed and roared.

The magic shield is broken.

On the edge of the battlefield, Vasili, who was hiding in the bushes and holding a birch cane, suddenly pushed forward with her slender five fingers.

The strong wind beat against the robe.

A flickering figure holding a sword was pushed away by an invisible force field.

But he was in mid-air, still pulling the trigger nimbly and balanced.

call out--

The mage clutched his pierced calf and fell down screaming.

A strong elf jumped out of the bushes, swung a huge sword, and slashed at the demon hunter's back, then flew backwards at twice the speed, with a bloody line on his chest.

boom.

The steel sword sent an arrow flying.

Roy threw out a purple lightning bolt casually.

A petite female elf with braided hair just jumped out from behind the tung tree, the crossbow slipped from her hand, her whole body was scorched black, she fell to the ground and convulsed like a goat.

Roy shook his wrist and danced a sword flower, about to completely eliminate these three guys.

"Tattoo..."

There were clear footsteps in the bushes behind him.

An elf woman wearing long boots, thin leather armor, long black red hair, and slender legs approached him with a sword.

He turned around, and a familiar yet unfamiliar face was reflected in his silver-gray pupils.

I was stunned on the spot for an instant.

Chapter 6 Recommendations and Trials

The smoky battlefield is like a continuously running meat grinder, making a rumbling and frightening sound of slaughter, swallowing fresh flesh and blood all the time.

Among the shadows of swords and swords and the rising flames, one after another human figures fell into a pool of blood and turned into corpses.

On the edge of the battlefield under the darkness of night, a corner near the dark woods was strangely stalemate.

Three Scoia'tael were seriously injured and fell to the ground, out of combat effectiveness.

The demon hunter stood with his sword in hand, turned half of his face to the side, and looked backward——

And the thin elf woman lifted the steel sword stiffly with both hands, pointing the sword point straight at the large cloak behind him.

Her black and red hair fluttered in the night wind.

On the blood-stained face, the starry eyes gleamed coldly, looking at the marble-like profile.

The bridge of the nose, eyebrows, lips, silver-gray eyes, and pointed ears.

Her heartbeat suddenly slowed down a beat.

There was an unusual sense of familiarity.

Just like three years ago.

Roy lowered the sword in his hand with a complex expression, and the golden and pitch-black light still covered his whole body.

The sound of shouting and killing around him faded away unknowingly, and a dusty memory flooded into my heart.

Barony of La Valetti.

do not forget me.

The corner of the lips kissed gently.

Black and red hair brushed against her cheeks, with a warm and sweet breath, and eyes with reluctance and nostalgia.

Evelyn, three years have not left the slightest trace on her face.

But the weak and charming temperament at that time has been washed away by the battlefield, leaving only perseverance, courage, and iron blood.

Familiar yet unfamiliar.

……

He looked at Vasily, an elf sorceress who was about to faint with sore eyes, Toluviel, who was standing upside down with smoke all over her body, and Kensafar, whose chest was bloody...

It was these three guys who brought Aveline back to the edge of the world, that is, Dole Breitanna!

He imagined that Avelyn might join Scoia'tael.

But he never thought that he would meet her again on the battlefield.

Swords are relative.

No wine, no stories, no joy of reunion.

Only depression and discomfort.

"You, you're Roy?!" Evelyn's steel sword was slanted at her waist, her eyes nervously glanced at her fallen companion, her voice was clear and melodious, but trembling and unbelievable.

The skinny boy a few years ago has now turned into a strong, agile, and god-killing witcher.

He is more handsome, his pointed ears are sharper, and his facial features are closer to his own people, like an elf hybrid.

But he was holding it tightly in his hand, and the blood-dripping white jade long sword was still reflecting a cruel and beautiful light.

Blood of fellow man!

The cold reality lay before his eyes.

This man, whom he once regarded as a relative, whom he loved and loved deeply, mercilessly killed countless siblings.

A pinprick-like pain strangled her heart.

Compatriots died tragically.

A close friend from the past, turned into a murderer.

How ridiculous? !

There were faintly a few drops of cold liquid gushing out of her eye sockets uncontrollably, and two eye-catching tear grooves were drawn on her cheeks covered with camouflage oil paint.

"It's me, Evelyn... sister."

The witcher's voice was hoarse, as if he was seriously ill.

"You, are you with them? That time in Nuocheng, also..."

The elf woman asked in a whisper, shaking the steel sword in her hand twice, and approached him.

Roy's mind was suddenly in a mess.

The joy of killing to the heart's content is gone.

There is only bitterness in the chest.

Subconsciously, he used his back to block the gap in the woods.

Avoid the companions in the battlefield from discovering the abnormal movement here.

"Don't ask any more. Go away, Evelyn, and take them away at once."

The raid has come to an end, and there are less than fifty Scoia'tael remaining, and they are still decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What did you say?" Toruwell touched the long hair on the top of his head that was shocked like a steel needle, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

Struggling to get up, leaning against the rough tree burl, the small chest heaved and heaved, and looked at Roy slyly, and suddenly his face revealed,

"Evelyn, is this ape-man an old acquaintance who saved your life in Lavalette?"

Lady Elf smiled sadly and nodded.

"There's no time to explain, let's go! Before they find out!" Roy emphasized his tone, and his silver-gray pupils shot a sharp cold light.

Heart sighed.

He still clearly remembers Aveline's meticulous care and care for him.

He couldn't take that cruel hand, even if he was a man with a strong will.

So there is only one option.