God-level Demon Hunter

The men also looked dumbfounded and lowered their heads.

Only Angulan was left stunned under the altar. Perhaps it was a dark fate. The package dropped from behind the demon hunter rolled to her feet, revealing two pale bones.

This is--

The sweaty blond hair trembled on her shoulders, her pupils shrank, and deep sadness appeared on her delicate cheeks. She gritted her teeth, struggled, her facial features were distorted, and her forehead was covered with bean-sized beads of sweat, as if she was mediating with some invisible force.

She bit her tongue hard.

The sting woke her up.

She reached out and hugged the package in her arms, tears welling up in her eyes,

"Pamela, Celia, we're together again."

"This time, I will take you away!"

With the bundle tightly wrapped around her back, she suddenly grabbed half of the broken sharp table leg and hid it in her trousers. Some kind of determination flashed across her dark brown eyes, and her thin body limped towards the door.

"boom!"

Arkham drew a light blue inverted triangle with his left hand, and the torrent of magic power pushed away the giant monster that was rushing!

Unwilling to look around, he panted heavily like thunder.

Under this hellishly dim dome, the pressure from all directions hurt his nerves like a tidal wave.

The priest and the orphans around him were trying to skin him and cramp their hateful eyes, making him breathless.

And the majestic lion Dino waved his fangs and claws, releasing the breath of danger and death. It was like an insurmountable moat, blocking the priestess.

The only thing that can break the game is the bomb, but doing so will inevitably cause countless casualties.

Tick.

A drop of cold sweat rolled down his chin.

As if the magic sound was pouring into his brain, Arkham heard a strange voice——

run!

Run away!

The opportunity is gone, you are no match!

He jumped up suddenly, and slashed at the lion man with swords in both hands.

The half-moon-shaped sword light fell.

He heard a majestic roar, a cry of pain caused by the touch of sword oil and silver.

Then a huge force surged, and the lion man lifted him away again, and his sharp claws tore a bloody gash on his left face.

And the sword that was enough to split a real male lion in half only left a not deep and not shallow sword mark on its tough arm.

You must die!

The palms of the hands gripping the hilt were sweating,

The sound of defeat is back.

He noticed that Angulan stumbled back into the crowd, lowered his head with a dull expression, and was assimilated by the crowd.

Without any hesitation, he took out the scarlet silver pot in his pocket and took a sip without hesitation.

The blood vessels on the young face protruded frighteningly, and the blood in the body rushed like an undercurrent in the sea, finally suppressing that timid voice.

All the disturbances around are gone, only the sword in hand, only the enemy in front of you!

With a roar, he held his sword in both hands and fought with the lion man.

A primitive struggle kicked off, with both sides attacking haphazardly and instinctively.

Arkham turned around and slashed, the blade sliced ​​through the lion man's waist, and blood gushed out from the broken flesh.

At the same time, one of Dino's claws also tore apart the demon hunter's Quin shield and the main artery between his neck, and the splashed blood stained Arkham's crazily cold face.

But he moved without stopping, as if he had never been injured, he walked around its armpit nimbly like a cat, thrust up obliquely, and stabbed the armpit.

The lion man turned around in pain and knocked the witcher to the ground, only to be surprised to find that the huge gash in his neck had healed.

With a wave of his sharp sword, he bullied himself straight up!

shhhhh--

The two figures collided in a dizzying way, exchanging injuries for injuries, desperately creating wounds on each other.

It's like two hungry beasts biting each other madly!

With every cruel and decisive confrontation, there will be vigorous blood, pieces of withered fur, and pieces of meat rolling down amidst the sound of puffing.

Just ten seconds.

The demon hunter's arms and shoulders were gnawed out of bones by the lion's sharp fangs, half of his face was licked by the barbs on his tongue, and his chest was sunken.

The lion man turned into a punctured cowhide water bag, with red blood spurting from the wounds like catfish mouths between the thick golden hair.

The flesh and blood piled up under the bodies of both sides, and the carpet was soaked and stained red!

However, the situation has been reversed.

The abnormal resilience endowed by the high-absorbing decoction made the demon hunter more and more brave as he fought, but the lion man's state declined rapidly due to the gradual accumulation of sword oil toxins in the wound.

"Black Grebar, I pray to you, implore you to bring down bad luck and cover my enemies."

The priestess Daisy, who saw the situation was not going well, put her hands together in front of her chest, her pretty face was divine, and she began to pray devoutly.

Invisible magic power rippling in the prayer room.

Angulan, who was silently hiding in the crowd, his eyes lit up when he saw this, quietly took out the "weapon" from his trouser legs, squeezed away the confused companions in front of him, and slammed at the priestess.

Puff!Blood splattered everywhere!

The table leg pierced the soft belly, and she groaned like a boiled prawn, her body bent like a boiled prawn, she almost bit off her tongue, and the prayer stopped.

Angulan grinned happily, and then the second stick stabbed her in the eye socket. A man couldn't help blocking Daisy, his neck was pierced by a table leg, and he fell into the crowd screaming!

……

The priestess' painful breathing caught Dino's attention. He gave up on the witcher who was entangled with him, and turned around and ran wildly, dragging his bruised body.

But it made the colossal mistake of showing its back to the witcher without warning.

Arkham jumped at this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Every subsequent movement comes from the instinct that has been honed over time, it is both precise and deadly!

He quickly pursued in three steps, raised his hands, neck, spine, waist, and thighs, and twisted his whole body into one, stabbing out the best sword so far.

Swah——

The sword light was like lightning passing through the air, hitting the lion man's left back, and smashing in!

The witcher heard the sound of a broken heart.

The lion man's huge body was stiff, like a sailboat destroyed by a sea storm, covering the hole in his chest, his knees bent weakly for a while, and he also knelt down in a pool of blood.

Drawing his sword, Arkham took the fourth step.

There was a frightening whale sucking sound in the air, and he swung the sword with both hands, and the sword light flashed.

Pfft!

The ugly, blood-spitting head rolled to the priestess' feet.

Dino, the lion man, bled from seven holes and died with regret.

There was a moment of dead silence in the prayer room!

Suddenly, invisible green fires ignited in the air.

The pale faces of the group of children swayed wildly in the cold flames, their bodies twitched like epilepsy, their wrists and ankles were tense, and their joints twisted and twisted strangely, making a series of crackling and crackling sounds. Under some kind of weird change, Angulan was not spared this time, standing in front of the priestess like a puppet, twitching wildly.

The priestess raised the bloody lion's head and placed it in front of her, replacing her original handsome face, as if she had grown a ferocious lion's head. At the same time, the reflection of eight sharp spider legs appeared on the wall behind her!

Gululu, the dead lion head actually started to blink its eyes, with green flames shooting out of its pupils, its expression was sacred and serious, its eyes were disdainful and indifferent, like a god looking down on mortals in the sky.

When Arkham was caught by this gaze, he immediately froze in place as if struck by lightning, unable to move, and even stopped breathing.

"The lingering demon hunter!"

The bloody mouth opened and closed, and the majestic edict sounded, composed of thousands of different voices, echoing endlessly in all the spaces.

The eight spider legs straightened at the same time, like a big net stretched open.

"Struggle in eternal pain!"

……

Chapter 11 Appears

boom!

Karl launched an Alder, and the spider-like monster in front of him was knocked five meters into the air, but he fell to the ground and immediately jumped twice like a belly-turning fish, and jumped up again.

At the same time, outside the door of the dormitory, the wolves hunted by the twelve-headed spiderman spread out deftly, attacking the demon hunter from different directions.

They had bulging veins on their faces, and black air lingered all over their bodies. Their frail bodies uncharacteristically exploded with speed and strength exceeding that of adults.

Their hands and feet are arched, their heads and backs are facing down, their eyeballs are constantly blinking between darkness and paleness, and they use their hands and feet to sprint on the ground in a curious posture similar to iron bridges, at a speed no less than that of a galloping horse. While uttering indistinct incantations like praying.

Carl's face became extremely ugly.

As the effectiveness of the potion faded, the fatigue that had not closed his eyes for two days surged, and his body became weak and weak for a while.

And he couldn't kill the orphan who was out of control.

The silver sword in his hand had already been inserted back into the scabbard, and he swung the sword and the scabbard together, smashing away the short black-haired spiderman, and then repelled an attacker with his left fist wrapped in a glove, and kicked him in the air. He rose from the ground, screamed and fell on the fence wall, grinning.

The demon hunter roared, and with all his strength he jumped over the gap between the two spidermen.

Rolling on the ground, he picked up the pine branch on the ground, and swung it left and right while running to the prayer room.

It is only ten meters from the stone carving to the gate, but it is as long as a year. The spidermen on both sides leaped one after another. Karl managed to knock down five of them with a stick, two of them hit his back, and one hugged his shoulder. One wrapped around the thigh.

The amazing force of steel pincers coming from everywhere made him numb, and he fell forward, his face buried in the cold snow.

Then he lost control of his body, and the five-headed spidermen grabbed his limbs and neck and lifted him up.

Let him face the roof and stare wide-eyed.

Bang!

An invisible force knocked off the ceiling of the prayer room.

A huge shadow leaped out, half the size of a house, with eight sickle-like pincers covered with black hairs falling on different positions on the roof, pulsating like springs.

A few spidermen rushed out of the gate after him, and bowed under it.

It stands on the roof overlooking.

Looking up, it looks like a tarantula magnified thousands of times. Its spindle-shaped abdomen gently presses against the beams. Circles of golden and green intertwined patterns shine brightly in the sun, but there is a huge and deformed lion head in front of it. , the eight eyes of different sizes in the center of the face radiate green light, like a whirlpool of the abyss that keeps spinning, just one glance makes the soul tremble and loses resistance.

Wisps of black smoke rose from all over the lion head spider, and scattered straight into the void.

It was as if there was an invisible big hand above the sky, manipulating the monster with a puppet string.

Is this the god of evil omens?Lion head spider?

Karl stared at its bloody mouth in a daze - a spider silk was biting between two midge teeth that turned out its lips, and a giant white cocoon in the shape of a human was hanging downward.

"Arkham?"

Carl hissed!

"wake up!"

The lionhead spider glanced at the demon hunter below, and quickly raised its abdomen, exposing three pairs of protruding spinnerets, and sprayed out a piece of semi-liquid pale silk gland at him, and the silk gland immediately turned into a cable when it met the air. The thick spider silk stuck to half of his body.

The five-headed spider man let go of the demon hunter's hands and feet, and prostrated himself on the ground devoutly. Karl was dragged by the spider web and swung towards the roof.

His thighs, abdomen, chest, and head were flooded with spider webs.

Only one left hand stretched out tenaciously, and as it got closer to the other giant cocoon, the five fingers outlined like lightning!

Igni!