God-level Demon Hunter

"Look, Angulan and the group of children are over there, on the edge of a bottomless cliff, and they need someone to pull them up."

"I will tell them with my actions that there are not only relatives who abandoned them, vicious and greedy priests, perverted fat pigs, evil gods who play with people's hearts, but also some warm things in this world."

Just like we have been through.

With his back to Carl, he waved his hand chicly,

"Of course, you can leave now and go back to Long Exeter to rescue soldiers. I can fully understand."

"Or, pull out the sword behind you and read the inscription on it."

Inscription.

Carl was taken aback.

When a group of apprentices heard the story of Arzu and the four great masters, they came up with a whim, and while the teacher was drunk, they begged for a maxim.

He has never paid much attention to it, but today, at this moment, when reason and emotion are struggling, he has to re-examine.

He couldn't help but drew his sword.

Swah——

A silver lightning flashed across the night sky, and the watery moonlight fell on the iron-cut sword blade, illuminating the flowing cloud pattern and the shining, wavy inscription——

"Hold the sword in your heart..."

Carl read it out with a serious face,

"Slash all the evil in the world!"

Hold the sword in your heart and cut all the evil in the world!

The sound is like a torrent, and the night is gloomy.

……

hum-

The blade as thin as a cicada's wing cut across the air, making a crisp clang.

Arkham held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, brushed the inscription on the sword with his left hand, and read out his motto,

"The sword is not taken lightly, and the winner will return!"

Moonlight and firelight reflected his proud face,

"I don't have the ambition to save the common people like Master Alzu, but my honor is right in front of me!"

"Arkham, there is something I've always wanted to tell you!"

"I'm listening."

"Did you know? You are more brainless than a water ghost!"

"Thank you for the compliment, we are each other! Also, let me say first, this time I will be the striker!"

Chapter 9 Hands-on

When the two made up their minds, it was late at night when the stars and the moon were dim, and in a few hours, they would be able to enjoy the beautiful sunrise over the Powis wilderness.

They were worried that the "fat pig" in Pamela's records would arrive too quickly, so they gave up their meditation and rest, and took the two remains with them day and night, riding wildly.

Along the way, the horse dragged a pine branch behind its buttocks, sweeping away the continuous hoof prints in the snow.

They ran from the bright moon to the sky where a fish belly appeared, and the morning sun was rising.

He stopped in the woods ten miles away from the Temple of Lebioda and got off his horse.

"There is a lycanthropy among the two cursed ones. He has an extraordinary sense of smell. Let's make a big deal out of it. First, we need to get rid of the body odor, so as not to startle the enemy!"

"Smear deodorant all over your body, even your little brother!"

Karl poured a light yellow powder from a snake neck bottle, rubbed it evenly in the palm of his hand, and then quickly smeared it on his face, hands, skin everywhere, as well as the close-fitting leather armor and weapons.

Scorpion and Wirth were not spared either, their shiny fur turned a coquettish pale yellow.Two pairs of dark eyes were full of resentment.

"Is this thing useful?"

Arkham questioned, but the movements of his hands were not slow, he wiped his armpits and then his crotches, his posture was funny, like a lunatic taking a bath in the cold winter field morning.

"Produced by Master Kalkstein, it must be a high-quality product. The deodorizing powder plus the seal of Quen and Heriot, triple protection, the dog's nose is in front of us, and we can't smell anything!"

After finishing speaking, Carl cautiously led the mount into the dense kale bushes, and put the comforting Axie mats on the two big heads one by one, and covered them with bushes.

……

Naturally, this is not enough preparation to deal with the priest of the god of evil omens.

The two checked the various supplies on their bodies again. It was the first time among all the apprentices that the two of them had gone thousands of miles away to practice alone. They were absolutely valued by the brotherhood. Potions, magic potions, alchemy bombs, cloaks of silence, you name it.

In order to ensure that the trip was safe, the two cubs would not be killed by a powerful enemy halfway, and even spent all their money to equip them with the most high-end potion—a high-level vampire decoction rippling with blood.

And a new generation of clay bombs with incredible power.

Without the support of all these abundant resources, Arkham would not fight an unsure battle impulsively, even if he had a sense of justice.

But the two people's greatest sense of security comes from another trump card——

Carl carefully took out a fingernail-sized prismatic crystal that shone with multiple colors from the saddle bag.

He held up the crystal and looked at it in the morning light. A drop of dark red blood swirled in the crystal, lifelike, reflecting a deadly and dreamy color.

"Put it away, and crush it when you live or die."

Carl stuffed the crystal into Arkham's arms.

"you take."

"Then I'll be the striker?!"

……

woohoo-

As the morning wind blew across the snow-capped forest, a fat, white hare poked its head out from behind the silver-gray edelweiss, looking around cautiously.

Confirming that the natural enemy is not nearby, the three-petal mouth moved.

Swah——

Suddenly a gust of wind swept past from behind.

It also thought that a natural enemy was coming, so it stiffened its ears and turned around to look at it.

There was nothing, no sound or smell, just two rows of dim marks on the snow.

out of its sight.

Two cheetah-like vigorous figures are running fast.

……

The road was unimpeded, and the two rushed to stop under a huge pine tree [-] meters away from the temple.

They didn't close their eyes for two nights, coupled with the long-distance raid with the horses and horses, they felt a little tired even with their mutated inhuman physique.

But the burning fighting spirit overwhelmed all the discomfort.

Arkham leaned against the rough trunk of the pine tree, his pupils looked into the distance through the gap in the forest.

In the open space outside the temple fence, there were three gorgeous carriages parked in black, decorated with golden rose patterns, and with light purple silk curtains hanging on the windows.

At the gate of the courtyard, the giant Bruce, wearing a thick padded jacket and a woolen cap, put his arms around his chest and leaned against the carriage to whistle.

He yawned lazily, his broad eyes flashed coldly from time to time, like a lion taking a nap after a meal.

But the witcher's preparations worked, and he didn't even notice the peepers in the distance.

As for the other guard Dino, the priest Daisy, the orphans, and the group of people who got on and off the carriage, they were probably in a certain room.

……

"Repeat the plan again." Carl patted the shoulder of the guy next to him, Arkham's red and green face was tense, his body trembled constantly due to excitement and nervousness, and the tips of his ears twitched.

No amount of rhetoric can conceal the fact that he is a rookie.

He lowered his voice and repeated tremblingly, "Sneak in, grab the priestess Daisy as a hostage, and force her to remove the mark of the god of omens from the orphans... Dude, we are already late, hurry up!"

"Hold your breath! In 5 minutes, I will create a commotion and attract Bruce's attention for you. There is only one chance, so you must seize it, brother!"

He shook both hands tightly.

Draw the sword and apply double sword oil.

boo boo...

Gollum.

Drink all kinds of potions.

The golden light and the pitch-black magic shield intertwined and shone on the leather armor.

The demon hunters with black veins all over their faces split into two groups. Arkham went around to the back of the temple, while Karl held his breath, like a cat hiding in the grass, tiptoeing slowly towards the temple. Entrance sneak.

……

When Carl lurked ten meters in front of the carriage.

Arkham jumped over the backyard fence lightly, moved his ears and nose, and walked to the window behind the dormitory to observe.

The scene in front of him surprised him.

A dozen or so thin children were huddled together in a pile in the room, looking dazed, circling slowly in a daze, and chanting a strange prayer with their lips moving.

"The thread of fate is woven into a web in the ancient gaze... Suffering and torment makes it strong... Misfortune and death are driven by it... Your mighty power calls impermanence..."

After listening to a few vague words, Arkham felt restless, and inexplicably began to lose his mind.

What worried him even more was that there was a black ripple that was almost visible to the naked eye emitting from this group of people, like some kind of radiation, ripples on the lake surface, stimulating the chaotic energy in the air to fluctuate disorderly.

The pendant attached to the skin of Arkham's chest vibrated crazily, like a bird struggling in a net.

"What is Daisy's purpose?"

Angulan and the other children were not inside, Arkham left quietly, and tiptoed to the prayer room next to him.

The muffled growls, rapid gasps, and painful hisses became louder and louder in his ears.

Through the window grille, under the candlelight in a circle, five thin figures were lying on the bright red carpet and chairs, their limbs stretched out feebly, their eyes dull and their expressions pale and numb.

Like puppets who have lost their souls, only a trace of struggle and pain passing through their empty eyes from time to time proves that they are still alive.

In stark contrast to this in the hall were several other middle-aged men with bloated bodies and thick body hair.

Their words and deeds were unsightly, and under the dim light, they looked like a group of demons and ghosts who were starting a feast.

Beside the altar in the corner, a bald man held down Angulan, pinched her neck from behind with both hands, and pressed her cheeks to the ground, watching her struggle and beat the ground like a fish out of water.

There was an excited grin on the man's distorted face, and he kept cursing.

"Dead girl!"

"Shout, yell for me!"

The administrator of the temple, Priest Daisy, stood spotlessly clean at the entrance to the prayer room, quietly watching this horrific atrocity.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Arkham is very familiar with this, every time he makes progress in daily training, Mr. Cohen will show this kind of smile.

He quietly clenched the hilt of the sword behind him.

Come on, Carl!

……

Boom!

sudden loud noise,

There was a deafening explosion at the entrance of the temple, and the flames shot into the sky.

A magnificent carriage caught fire, flames licking the frame.

Lawrence, the black horse pulling the cart, neighed, panicked and dragged the surging fire waves, smashed down the fence wall, and rushed into the courtyard. Bruce, who was guarding the gate, jumped sideways as agilely as a big cat, avoiding the death collision.