God-level Demon Hunter

Every note is full of cold malice and hysteria, like the vicious curse of a dying person.

"Welcome to my country, the Eternal Web!"

Chapter 12 God Killing

The Eternal Web.

Roy stood in the vast center and looked around, a faint sense of familiarity lingering in his heart.

This place was as illusory and elusive as the Freya Kingdom he had visited twice.

But this is the realm of the lionhead spider, the ruler of untimely death, pain, and doom.

Freya had clearly explained back then that except for her and the two goddesses Melitelli, most of the other gods were not in the mainstream, and their domains had never been elevated to the sky and universe, and they were still located in this old world.

Compared to the two goddesses, these so-called evil gods are, at best, stronger aliens.

Furthermore, in this era, Oxenfurt and Nilfgaard Imperial Academy's technological strength is changing with each passing day, science is developing rapidly, and all beliefs related to ignorance and evil are rapidly weakened.

The lion head spider priest is willing to go dormant in the countryside, its strength must have been far inferior to before!

He squeezed the hilt of his right hand tightly, feeling the warm touch as if connected by blood, and the magic power in his body was flowing freely, his heart became more confident, and his silver-gray pupils became firm.

It's not like I didn't have a chance to kill this big spider.

"So calm, have you ever seen a similar place? Svalblo's arena, the scarlet king's killing field, and the field queen Dana Maple's garden?"

There was a hint of surprise in that sharp voice, because the demon hunter was too calm.

Roy turned a deaf ear, his eyes catching the abnormalities around him.

But there is only a piece of chaos around, and the abundant energy of chaos is like an undercurrent in the deep sea, divided into countless lines, he can't find out which line the other party is hiding in, and can only wait and see what happens.

"Or is it that you are born with amazing courage, facing such a magnificent, great, sacred and solemn palace, you are still unmoved and unwilling to pay respect?"

Roy remained silent, and a few clusters of golden light faintly lit up in the depths of the spider web, but when he looked carefully, they disappeared without a trace.

The existence invisible in the chaotic spider web chuckled lightly.

"Your vigilance is in the wrong place. In fact, I didn't necessarily pull you into the net to sink you forever. This is too much of a waste of the strength you have shown and your precious and tenacious soul, so Let me give you a priceless piece of advice, don’t stand against an immortal god, like a ridiculous petrified lizard or a pterodactyl, and go out of your way to provoke and anger a real giant dragon.”

"Cooperate with me."

A gust of wind blew from the emerald green flames, and Roy smelled decay and death, like the smell of moss, dead bones, and soil in tombs and coffins, which made the living extremely uncomfortable.

"If you are stubborn, your fate will exceed the limit of your imagination."

"You will see what is called constant pain, time and space are pale and powerless in front of it!"

In this icy tone, everything around him goes away.

Darkness, silence, and suffocation hit the face.

Roy suddenly had an illusion that he was wrapped in a cocoon of spider silk, and he was hanging upside down in the spider web.

Without sound, light and temperature, it is difficult to move a finger in a crowded and narrow space.

Like a mummy, it was sealed in the endless years, struggled, screamed, sacrificed the pain to the master of this place, and sang its name.

He snorted coldly, and the red light behind him surged like a tide, and the illusion was instantly shattered.

"Witcher, the road is under your feet—"

This complex voice suddenly became high-pitched like a tsunami, and the space trembled. The countless giant cocoons in the spider web squirmed as if they were alive, and slowly approached him. Faces whose facial features could not be clearly seen emerged from the white surface. Howling in agony like a demon in the house.

"Be my enemy and fall to hell forever, or work together to dominate the world?"

What a crazy spider.

"What about cooperation?"

"You will hold my totem, herd believers for me, eradicate dissidents, make the world feel pain and fear, spread doom and death, and let the name of the god of evil omens, which has been dusty for a long time, reappear in the sky."

"You will have all kinds of luxuries that far exceed those of an emperor, and you will share my immortality and glory."

"I drink from the sufferings of all beings, and their souls are yours after death."

"We are the best collaborators under the witness of Eternal Net."

Roy's face sank into the shadows, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but sneer, with a sneer in his heart,

If the big weaver is so powerful, why did he let the priest hide in the countryside where the birds don't shit, and embarrass a group of poor orphans?

Why did he take action after she died?

A god's frailty has been amply exposed by talking to a mortal.

"I just killed your priest." Roy looked towards the unknown end of the distance, and took a deep breath. "You want to cooperate with me? It's hard for me not to worry."

"In my teachings, death is not the end, let alone a punishment."

The voice fell.

puff puff.

A cocoon opposite Roy suddenly cracked.

A bare arm stretched out, and the surface of the white and delicate skin was covered with mucus like amniotic fluid, like a baby just born from the mother's womb.

Whoa!

The two arms tore the cocoon.

A radiant lady crawled out, with a bumpy upper body, a tattoo of black Greba on her back, but a black spider belly and eight chelicerae growing below her chest.

It was the priestess that Roy had fought against not long ago.

Abigail

Identity: Singer of Pain (Is bound in the eternal web, offering a tribute of pain to the lion head spider until it dies.)

……

Roy shook his head, the God of Omens really couldn't tolerate any waste.

It is not enough for believers to devote themselves to it during their lifetime, and they have to sing praises for it forever after death. What is the purpose of such exhaustion?

Might as well let me swallow it happily.

Such an immortal belief, what reason is there in the world?

The priestess looked at the witcher, and there was no trace of resentment on that pure and beautiful face.

She generously showed her reborn bumpy figure, bowed to him and saluted,

"Thank you, Lord Roy, you gave me death, let me get the best of this life, further feel the true meaning of pain, and let me truly enter the eternal kingdom!"

Her emotion came from the bottom of her heart, and pearl-like crystal tears welled up from the corners of her eyes.

But there was no trace of spirituality and ego in those eyes, only the fanaticism and piety that burned everything.

"Roy, do you understand? Since we have no grievances or suspicions, there is no obstacle to cooperation at all."

In its voice, the priestess bowed her waist humbly, moved her eight spider legs and quickly retreated into the darkness.

"Although the lifespan of a demon hunter is long, it is only a few hundred years, which is only a blink of an eye compared to eternity. Are you willing to die so quickly with such powerful power?"

"Cooperate with me, and you will step into eternity, and death will no longer be the end for you."

To be your puppet?

Roy sneered with disdain in his heart, but his face was pretending to be tangled, with a look of excitement.

He clenched his fists and struggled, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak,

"I've never had a connection with a god."

He lied without changing his face,

"But I once met a businessman named Gaunt Odim, who has a soul contract, and I feel very suitable for the current situation."

"As an immortal god, you should also have similar means."

"Let's sign a soul contract face to face. Reach a cooperation."

Looking at the chaotic dome, Roy sincerely suggested.

That voice fell silent. Even as a god, the lionhead spider couldn't see through Roy's heart, and couldn't guess how sincere it was.

……

"Very good! You made a wise decision. But you should know what will happen if you deceive the gods."

The green fire was flourishing in the space, the light was swaying, the penetrating wind whizzed past, and the white cocoon wriggled desperately, celebrating with painful wailing.

And Roy's pupils contracted,

"Crash-"

Tens of meters away, a gigantic black shadow of a spider was projected in the dark space, and it slid awkwardly from the sky with the spider silk hanging from its abdomen.

It was ten times larger than Abigail, and each curved spider leg was comparable to an arch bridge made of black steel.

The abdomen is swollen like an ant queen, giving people a feeling of being bloated, tired, and dying between walking and stopping.

Its eight eyes are dark gold, but they don't make people feel sacred and vast. Instead, they burn people's hearts, digging out the painful and dark memories of the past.

It landed on the soft spider web, its entire abdomen pressed tightly against it, and the country in the web shook like a hammock.

Jolan Ah Tla/Black Grebar

life:? (Forgotten: its followers and priests have nearly disappeared completely)

magic:?

Identity: God of Bad Omens (creator of the belief in death, pain, and doom)

Attributes:

Strength: 30 (Weakness)

Agility: 30

constitution:?

Perception: 30

Will: 36

charm:?

Spirit:?

skill:

Pain Lv10: In the Eternal Web, the pain of the body and the pain of the mind will be magnified ten times, and the lion head spider can draw strength from it.

Doom Lv10: Those who disobey it in its domain will be cursed by deformation, slowness, weakness, etc.

Incubation Lv10: Release the Singers of Pain in the cocoon and manipulate them to fight against the enemy.

Thread of Fate Lv10: Every creature will have a thread of fate at the beginning of its birth. When the thread is broken, he will die.The lionhead spider can weave and manipulate this thread of fate, partially rewriting the target's previous life trajectory, making it infinitely closer to death.

Bite of Torment Lv10: The lionhead spider gets close to the captured target, bites and injects venom through the bite of the midge, branding him, making him sleep into a dream of eternal pain, and becoming its continuous nutrient.

Immortal (Passive) (Forgotten)

Divine creature:?

? ? ? (forgotten)

……

It landed on the net, merged into the twisted chaos, but no longer approached, and the eight golden pupils of dark spirits turned around.

It's like sizing up prey.

One person and one spider looked at each other from a distance, and the Eternal Web fell into a strange silence.

It seems to be deeply afraid of something.

Roy realized something was wrong, and with a thought, he grabbed the hand crossbow from the void, and a gemstone mark hit the huge body of the lion head spider.

Pieces of gorgeous gemstone dust emerged from the body covered with black hairs, it was as eye-catching as lights in the night!

whoosh-