God-level Demon Hunter

……

Time flies, the morning sun quietly tilts to the west, and a cloud of orange sunset halos in the sky.

In the wilderness dozens of miles north of the Lebioda Temple.

Curls of cooking smoke drifted out from under a raised bowl of rock.

Beside the warm bonfire, the two horses buried their heads in enjoying the feast of green grass.

The Arkham Machine rolled the rabbit that had been disembowelled and roasted until it was golden and oily on the grill, and frowned, looking at the grass in a daze.

Karl sprinkled a white powder around the two skeletons on the ground, muttering words. When he drew a complete circle, a faint white light appeared, outlining the magic circle of the hexagram, and then he covered it with a piece of black cloth. Formation.

With a sigh of relief.

"Arkham Tom, you big fool! How dare you tear your face before you have conclusive evidence! You are asking a wolf if it eats meat, how could they not be angry! Now they are kicked out in disgrace, Are you satisfied?!"

"Who said I have no evidence, and didn't I give you a look at that time!" Arkham blushed and argued,

"Am I the glutton in your stomach? How do I know that your head is full of paste!"

Carl sighed resentfully, patted the powder off his palm, walked over and sat down on the straw mat by the campfire, and casually tore off a piece of steaming meat, revealing his white teeth, and took a big bite.

"Forget it, don't bother with you, a single-minded fool, the evidence you said, why didn't you show it earlier?"

"The bald muscular man stared at me closely, and those children suddenly became obsessed again. I have no chance to tell you in the temple!" Arkham knew that he had made a mistake this time, and smiled with him in a good manner. Passing over the water bottle considerately for his companion to moisten his throat, he said comfortingly, "But now that we have left the temple area, no one can care about us, we are now advancing with retreat!"

"Stop being so talkative, just say it!"

"Okay, boss. I saw a symbol on the wrists of Angulan and the randomly drawn boy."

He quickly used his ten fingers to draw a circular cobweb and words on the muddy ground by the campfire——blakat grsyba!

"I can't remember where I've seen this symbol, but I vaguely remember it has something to do with religion."

Carl stopped chewing suddenly, got up without saying a word, and rummaged in Wilt's saddle bag for a while.

Soon he took out a dusty cowhide handbook—his daily study notes, which recorded the essence of knowledge imparted by the teachers.

There was a rustle, the pages of the book were turned, and sparks splashed everywhere, illuminating the peaceful face of the young man.

"found it!"

"Let me see it too!"

The two stared wide-eyed, staring at the image on the book, in shock.

In the dense text, an ancient and strange picture scroll is depicted.

On the evil altar, a huge pale cobweb in the shape of a regular octagon was woven. Its head was covered with black fluff, and eight insects with sharp pincers crawled quietly on it.

The most shocking thing is that it clearly has the body of a spider, but it bears the head of a lion. The mane on its neck is thick and flutters like flames. Ahead, as if staring at an unknown destiny.

And the pale skeletons piled up under the spider's web came from the prey it preyed on.

The whole picture is full of uncleanness and evil, just looking at it makes people shudder and has nightmares again and again.

"Lionhead spider, god of ominous omens," Carl read out its name with a solemn face, "black Greba (blakat grayba), also known as coram agh tera."

"An ancient evil belief of the North!"

"The great weaver who weaves the destiny of mankind into a giant web."

"Worshiping death and darkness, just like Svalblo, the evil god of the Skellige Islands, who is one of man and bear, likes bloody living animal sacrifices!"

"Its priests have powerful curse abilities!"

hiss--

Sparks crackled and splashed, and the two witchers fell into deep thought.

Until Wilt flicked their cheeks with his fluffy tail.

Carl woke up like a dream, muttering to himself,

"Priese Daisy also has this tattoo on her back, which means—"

"She doesn't believe in Rebioda at all!" Arkham Tom said through gritted teeth, his eyes lit up, "She is a believer in the god of evil omens and lion-headed spiders! Those two muscular men who are inseparable from her—"

"Nine times out of ten." Karl agreed, "Their totems should be hidden somewhere in the temple."

"Damn guy, you actually played us around, and even talked to me, yelling that Rebiuda is the best!" Arkham was annoyed.

"It's fooling you, idiot! I told you early on that they have problems, so you can take care of yourself!" Karl gave him a disdainful look, and then sighed, "This Daisy dares to rush at Lebiowda again and again. Swear, tell lies, because Lebioda has no control over her!"

"But this prophet is too useless, isn't he?" Arkham complained, "My temple has been occupied by the evil god Dove, and my priest Xinni may have been killed long ago, instead of going out for a trip! It didn't respond at all!"

"It is said that the Prophet Lebioda was just a poor worm who stood up for his believers and was captured and eaten by a giant dragon." Karl tore a piece of meat from the grill and pondered as he ate it.

"Now I think the rumors are true. He is probably just a symbol of knowledge and does not possess divine power. Therefore, the believers of the lion head spider specially picked such a soft persimmon to attack! Now the eighteen children in the temple are already in Under the fangs of the evil god."

The demon hunter was relatively speechless, his eyes turned and he pondered for a long time.

"Since they are heretics!" Arkham wondered, "Why did we allow us to enter the temple to eradicate demon spirits in the first place, instead of driving us away directly? Isn't this equivalent to leading wolves into the house?"

"It's true that lionhead spiders have powerful curse abilities, but [-]% of the curses can only be effective against flesh and blood, not ghosts. This means that they are almost powerless against night demon spirits that change from reality to reality, and they really need the assistance of a demon hunter ” Karl replied without thinking,

"Their mistake is that they underestimated the curiosity and sense of justice of the demon hunters, especially the ingenuity of a fledgling man with few beards, but clamoring for chivalry all day long."

……

"Bah! Little genius, are you wise and martial? Answer me, did they kill the two children in the cellar?" Arkham recalled what the bald man had said about war orphans, with a complicated look on his face. Said, "Why do I feel that they treat their children with sincerity and will not kill them cruelly. Comparing their hearts, those little brats stood up to face our sharp blades."

"Lionhead spider, is it possible that it is not as evil as imagined."

Carl sneered,

"What makes a group of sheep attack a lion, and you don't see the struggle and pleading in the eyes of the children? I think their last aggressive behavior was influenced by some kind of external force, such as tattoos on their wrists!"

"Well, even if you are right," Arkham threw a piece of firewood into the bonfire, "where did the big cats and spiders come from? There is no trace in the temple! The god of evil omens is good at Curse, but you can’t summon monsters out of thin air, can you?”

Carl silently took a big sip of the chrysanthemum tea in the water bag, thinking flashed in his eyes, and the faces of a bald man and a bearded man suddenly appeared in his mind... The mysterious sniffing movements of the two men... The invisible pressure he caused... the strange attitude...

That hazy thread was quickly connected in series.

"I see. We started our investigation in the wrong direction. We fell into a blind spot of thinking. The two evil beasts didn't invade the temple from the outside at all. Maybe they stayed inside the temple all the time, so outsiders have no way of knowing."

"What do you mean? Didn't we search the entire temple?"

"Use your brain to think about it. Regarding the God of Omens, Mr. Roy once told us a few adventures he personally experienced!"

Arkham slapped the back of his head suddenly, his eyes lit up, he got up suddenly, and circled the bonfire excitedly, "The bear-headed Naveren (True Blood) on the outskirts of Vizima...the princess of Temeria, the blood-sucking demon bird Yada (coming from evil), the head of the acrobatic troupe, the werewolf Aaron, and a pair of bird children (please close your eyes when it gets dark)...they are human beings, but they put on animal skins, because they were all killed by the god of ominous omens. Cursed by the priests!"

Arkham suddenly thought of Angulan's strange dreamlike speech - fangs and claws, dog-like nose, maybe he was not talking about a witcher!

"So the power of the curse can transform humans into powerful monsters!"

"Curse is also a kind of power in a sense."

Carl stared at the flames and said loudly,

"What we are looking for is not a lynx or a spider at all, but a leopard man, tiger man, or spider man transformed from a human being?"

"Thinking further, the most likely cursed person is Bruce and Dino beside Daisy, the priest of the god of omens!"

"They manage the temple. They want to clear the traces and hide the truth. It couldn't be easier!"

breathe--

The moon rose, and the bright moonlight and the jumping bonfire illuminated Arkham's shocked face.

"So, the murderer we're looking for has been swaying in front of us? Still talking and misleading us?"

Arkham gave a wry smile of shame.

This fact is absurd, ridiculous, but logical.

"Well, I'm leaning toward that answer."

"But why did they brutally kill the two children? Specially use painful deaths to sacrifice to the god of evil omens?"

"If the children were treated as consumables deliberately for sacrifice, I don't think so many orphans would have survived." Carl thought for a while and shook his head. "As for the specific reason, it has nothing to do with us."

"Now it's time to think about what to do next? Although I don't want to admit it, we are just two real rookies. The first lesson the teacher taught us is to choose an opponent who is evenly matched! The god of evil omens is different. I suggest first Go to Long Exeter and meet the brothers and teachers."

"Haven't you killed enough water ghosts yet? You don't know how to grasp the ready opportunity to show your skills? We must find out quickly!" Arkham raised his eyebrows, grabbed the horse's braid and lightly whipped the scorpion's buttocks. Singing the opposite tune, "Give up halfway, what right do you have to brag to the guys in the future!"

"Is your mind full of shit, so you can't learn to judge the situation?" Carl shook his head and said worriedly, "Anyway, I don't want Vicky to be a widow at a young age."

"She is not yet 15 years old, she has never held hands with you, she is a widow! By the way, I have a proof here!" Arkham took out the dirty puppet from the saddle bag, The firelight revealed the colorful patches and long-dried blood on it, Angulan roared in his mind——

Why don't you ask it!

The corner of Arkham's mouth was slightly bent, and he tore off the patch.

"Why did you kill those two children? Maybe the answer is here!"

Chapter 8 Dark and Light

A big gash was ripped open on the puppet's back, like a chicken that had been disemboweled and disembowelled, the witcher cleaned it up in the blink of an eye.

On the blanket by the campfire, there was a large piece of colorful and rotten-smelling cloth strips and cotton wadding.

The two rummaged through it a bit, and as expected, there were a lot of secrets hidden in this unremarkable pile of junk——

A pile of gray cloth strips strung together with a thin thread, a large piece of fuzzy and crooked handwriting with rough edges written in charcoal gray can be seen.

There is no sense of beauty at all, this is children's graffiti and records.

Carl and Arkham saw the most striking name on the first cloth strip through the bright firelight.

"Pamela."

This name should belong to the owner of the doll, one of the little girls who died.

Pamela's doll.

The second strip.

1254. 1, 1

Rebioda, I was picked and brought in...

It was a horrible nightmare experience, pain, blood, tears like bursting banks, and my head was about to explode.

Sister Xinny smiled happily.

She praised my bravery and gave me the stuffed Odonna.

I am afraid that this matter will continue, and one day I will die suddenly, so I decided to start recording from today.

I also want to share these records with my two good sisters!

……

"What does it mean to be chosen, it hurts, and you're bleeding?" Arkham frowned, and the bone-chilling night wind blew up, making him shiver all over his body.

"Some kind of nefarious experiment?"

"The date is almost two years ago. Since the real priest of Lebioda, Shinne, is mentioned, it means that Daisy hadn't entered the temple at that time." Karl used the bonfire to warm his hands that were about to freeze, and analyzed. "The priest of the god of evil omens did not come, so there is no evil experiment in the temple."

"Could it be some kind of difficult training, like our club jumping?" Arkham guessed again,

"You think those children look so weak, as if they have received special training?" Carl shook his head.

"And why does Pamela feel bad and Sister Shinne is happy?"

The two had no idea, and changed the next cloth strip.

2 month 1 number

Lebioda, here he comes in a beautiful carriage, and with a new companion, Mammy smiles from ear to ear.

But everyone was terrified. I covered my face with Odonna, praying that I would not be picked again. Sister Celia sneaked into the kitchen to hide, but was found tied up. eat.

……

"Is Pamela planning to write a novel? Why are there so many mysteries buried?" Arkham rolled his eyes and complained, "What is it? Why does it make children fearful, even scared? hid."

"At present, we only know that every time it goes to the temple, it will pick an orphan," Carl pondered. "What it does scares the children."

The two continued to look down.

Many of the following strips are fragmentary records, similar with minor differences, usually a date paired with Pamela's tedious schedule and wild thoughts:

For example, the sun came out today, and my mood is a little brighter.