God-level Demon Hunter

"You must understand that Eleni is still your teacher's accidental daughter! She is also the blood of a lioness, born to master chaotic energy, time and space, and make the pendant of the witcher tremble... Uh, in short, she was born Come down with a golden spoon in your mouth! Call her auntie, you won't suffer!"

Monty's face froze, he touched his nose in embarrassment, and turned to ask for help——

Charnem, Lloyd and the other little witchers sat quietly on the reef like statues, and had a fishing competition with the arrogant Halna and the little puffin Caris.

But it's a pity that the demon hunter's skills are completely useless at this moment, they are beaten to pieces, and the harvest of all the fish baskets combined is not as good as that of Caris alone.

Too busy to take care of yourself, how can you save me?

Monty blushed and shook his head, and decided to turn against the customer, "Well... what is your grandmother doing? Just throw the child to you."

"Grandma, she—"

The girl paused, hugged the little aunt in her arms tightly, pursed her lips, and ripples appeared in her emerald green eyes.

Since her youngest daughter, Eleni, turned one year old, Calanthe's main energy has shifted to future strategies.

The truce signed between Nilfgaard and the North continued, and the Black Armored Army retreated to the south bank of the Yaruga River.

But the smoke of gunpowder in various parts of the north has never stopped, and the group of non-human races attacked the human caravans like crazy, which led to the frequency of small-scale conflicts and deaths in the north far beyond the peaceful era.

According to Calanthe, the entire north is like a sleeping volcano, waiting for meteorites to fall from the sky, and then it will erupt again!

When the war resumes, the subjugated queen of Cintra will fish in troubled waters with the king of Bran of the archipelago, and send dragon boats to attack the coastline of Nilfgaard's mainland. Terra, avenge the sacrificed people and her husband Ester Tursek!

All this, Calanthe had already told his granddaughter Ciri the whole truth.

Under the strict discipline of the witcher and the sorceress, Ciri is no longer the willful and reckless little princess who always loves to run away from home!

There was a confident smile on the corner of her mouth, "Grandma has official duties, so Eleni is safe with me!"

She spread out her left hand, the fine cocoon squirmed, and the ancient blood was already held in her palm.

Once united with the little aunt Eleni in her arms, she can be teleported to another ancient bloodline Roy in an instant with just a thought, avoiding danger-the wild hunt that has never appeared in the legend!

In Roy's warning, these war predators and ghost knights have been looking for the ancient blood.

To be caught is to lose one's freedom humiliatingly.

Ciri kept the warning in mind, and turned to the witcher in front of him.

"Let's talk about Angulan..."

Monty took a hard look at the girl, and for a moment, her expression was mature beyond her age.

"Carl and Arkham almost died trying to save her from the orphanage run by the God of Omen..."

……

"Damn it! You didn't invite me on such a wonderful adventure. It's a pity that I have always regarded them as good friends!"

Ciri beat her chest and sighed, while little Eleni in her arms clapped along with the crowd,

"You should mourn for them. The two of them acted without authorization. When they returned to the temple, they were banned by Vesemir for a year. This excursion has no part!"

"How did those poor children arrange it? All of them were introduced to the grass trial?!" Ciri glanced across the reef, and Lloyd, who was in the fishing team, danced and lifted up a lively and plump whitebait on the hook, haha Erma just crossed her arms and made a disdainful comment.

"No, a large part of them have already passed their optimal age. So Master Kalkstein is developing another trial system for them that is completely different from the grass trial."

Monty rubbed his green chin and thought about it,

"The master slipped his tongue when he showed us off. The new trial is called the Road of Cursing. If it succeeds, those children will become a new type of demon hunter across the ages... with a normal posture and a fighting posture."

"Can I do it?" Shirley and the little aunt in her arms widened their eyes at the same time, like a cat seeing a little fish,

"You should ask Roy for advice!"

"Then it's over!" Ciri pursed her pink lips.

"Forget it, let's be happy! Why are you the only ones who came to see me this time? Where are the other guys? I haven't seen Vicky for a long time. By the way, has that girl Renee's teeth all grown?"

"These two, including Conrad, have become skilled pharmacists. They are currently stationed in Ron Exeter and are in charge of the newly opened pharmacy!" Monty admired.

"What about the cow?"

Ciri gritted her teeth and asked again. By the way, she lowered her head and glanced at her chest. It was slightly undulating but below average. She could see the toes of her boots.

"Pfft! Cow? You mean the blacksmith Miss Yuna?"

Monty's cheeks puffed up like a squirrel, and then retracted, resisting the urge to burst out laughing.

This is normal!

It's not just girls who compare their figures, but adolescent witchers often compare each other's length.

Of course the mutation endowed them with strength enough to put ordinary people to shame.

Perhaps this is the compensation for reproductive isolation.

"She and her father, Master Clough, moved to Novigrad to run a blacksmith shop, and took the blacksmith apprentices from Gawain House by the way."

"Speaking of which, I don't know if it's because I have exercised my body with iron. Last time I met, Yuna's figure has become more plump!"

Ciri paused when she heard the slapping of the baby, her face tensed up, her eyes shone with a dangerous gleam, and Monty's neck felt cold when she saw it.

"Hmph, with two watermelons all day long, sooner or later you'll get frozen shoulder and cervical spondylosis!" Shirley muttered angrily, and asked again,

"Where's Caroline?"

This is a student who used to study culture at Gaowen House.

"Under the guidance of Dandelion, a professor at the University of Oxenburg, and Linus Pitt, a master's supervisor in the Department of Natural History, he and about [-] other students have obtained an audit certificate from Oxenfurt University, and spend every day with the world without distraction. It can be regarded as the realization of ideals to study poetry, history, and politics together with the cultural elites. Of course, it cost a lot of money, which made Teacher Serrit's flesh hurt for a whole month." Monty's eyes flashed a sigh, and he still It is unbelievable that a group of starving orphans got into one of the two best universities in the world.

The methods of the demon hunters can be said to turn decay into magic.

"When Eleni gets older and can take care of herself, I'll go to the Bull Castle too!" Ciri squeezed her fists,

"That's all for them, why doesn't that old man Vesemir come to see me?" The girl pouted, brushing her temples that were blown by the wind,

"Mrs. Marina is getting old, and she is not in good health recently," Monty sighed, and an old and kind face appeared in front of his eyes. The old lady loved her house and was very kind to little witch hunters, but a mortal body was too much. Weak, "Vesemir has been staying with her in Oxburg, taking care of the auditors."

"Don't worry." Monty noticed the worry in the girl's eyes and smiled. "It's just a common cold, but when people reach a certain age, they tend to be sentimental, and there must be someone beside them to talk to."

"As for the other teachers, let me explain them by the way. Lambert, Oakes, and Aiden went to Upper Soden. Someone took Ms. Triss's relationship and hired the three of them to protect the safety of a certain important person."

"Lambert revealed this before he left. You didn't see it. He looked as excited as if he was going to visit the most luxurious brothel in the world. I don't know what is so magical about Soden."

"Apart from beautiful women, what else can make this pervert want to move!"

Ciri made a disdainful comment,

Monty smiled. Lambert's reputation in the fraternity was completely ruined.

He continued,

"Cohen was with his girlfriend Iggsena in the dance hall of Long Essett, Kayan and Ms. Evelyn were guarding the botanical garden outside Novigrad, and Escal was with the girls at Kaer Morhen. Mopasia, Old Uncle Moore, Aunt Susie, Mino, and Golfin also live there..."

"Of course not all teachers come and go in pairs. The two bachelors, Serrit and Griffin, are hunting and farming in the Temple of Errand. Lei Suo and Master Ivar live in the Fortress of Gthwald, sorting out the collections collected by the Snake Sect. Precious documents, said to be for future troubles."

"Aren't there two new sorceresses in the Brotherhood?"

Ciri stroked the baby girl's braid, and Eleni narrowed her eyes, making a comfortable purr.

"Ms. Lydia and Sister Casca? They went back to Shanid Island for business." Monty paused, "The situation at home is almost like this, I've said everything I need to say. Let me ask a question instead. , where are Geralt and Madame Yennefer? Haven't seen them both for a while."

Hearing the words, Ciri suddenly raised her head and chest up, as if she had accomplished a great feat,

"They are a match made in heaven. They were separated by accident in the past, but they have been reunited after many efforts! Now, hehe, they are going to the Mayena Druid Ring together to visit Geralt's mother, Wesson Ms. Na!"

She lowered her voice and winked at him, "Maybe there will be a grand wedding in the near future?"

In the past two years, Ye Naifa has stayed in Skelly and guided Ciri carefully, treating her like a daughter, and the white wolf often comes to visit the accidental daughter.

Ciri is like a bridge and a reason, gradually repairing the broken relationship between the two elders.

Also because of her, the couple who had been separated for a long time became warm again.

Monty couldn't help smiling, genuinely happy for them.

"So Roy and Ms. Rita? After he brought back the group of children, his whereabouts are unknown."

This sentence is like a switch button.

Little Eleni's eyes widened suddenly, her short legs kicked wildly, and her two fat lotus-like hands hugged the sun, babbling,

"Roy, Roy! Hug! Hold it high! Go round and round!"

"Hmph! Heartless little aunt, thanks to the fact that I take you out to play every day, you only remember his kindness!" Shirley rolled her eyes, pinched the little guy's nose, and sighed.

The Law of Accident once again demonstrated its unbreakable magic power. Eleni had a natural closeness to Roy since birth, closer than her niece.

She couldn't help saying with some taste,

"The two of them are living a two-person world at the bottom of the Nine Valley Lake!"

……

Thousands of miles away Toussaint.

Deep in the marshlands of a wildlife paradise, a laboratory at the bottom of a lake.

A difficult mutation draws to a close.

Chapter 2 Facing Change

The hall was brightly lit, filled with a strange atmosphere of plants and flesh and blood.

In the center of a pile of neatly arranged test tubes, sample bottles, herbal medicine bags, and kraft paper, a set of strange instruments was quietly operating.

It consists of a container shaped like an ostrich egg whose bottom is being heated, and an upright black coffin large enough to hold an adult male.

Between them are three gleaming glass tubes, whose shapes bend into waves and spirals.

Some kind of swelling milky smoke from the ostrich egg slowly poured down the glass tube into the coffin.

Rita Nieder, who was wearing a black low-cut dress, stood in front of the instrument, and the flames from the heater reflected her pretty face as clean as jade and the beautiful scenery of the hills and hills under the dress.

She pursed her coral-colored red lips tightly, her willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and her slender fingers painted with rose-black nails fiddled with her hair round and round.

The bright blue eyes like sea water stared at the metal warehouse with concern, as if they wanted to see through its hard shell and observe the experimental subject inside.

Over the past two years, members of the Witcher Brotherhood have received "secondary mutations" one by one in coffins.

This ingenious transformation is different from the grass trial. It will not increase the unstable mutation gene, but expand and extend the existing mutation. Therefore, the safety and reliability are frighteningly high, and all participants have successfully upgraded physical fitness.

And the time they spend is directly proportional to the degree of their mutation.

Previously, Grandmaster Ivar Xieyan, who had accepted the trial of the first generation of green grass, took the longest time, about a week.

And he-

Rita couldn't help but grasp the beautiful pearl necklace on her chest.

Roy, who survived the trials of the Snake School, the Flying Lion Monster, and the Wolf School Green Grass, once again created a miracle. In 29 days and 18 hours, the mutation continued.

The vision doesn't stop there.

She turned around and glanced at the hole in the stone wall behind a row of black iron fences in the distance.

A frightening long strip of mottled black shadow cruising through the hole, shaking the two slender tentacles above the head, the sickle-like mandible reflected the dim light, and hundreds of hooked legs swung rapidly.

For more than two years, under the brotherhood's meticulous breeding regardless of the cost, the mutated white widow centipede in the underground cave of the Nine Valley was able to reproduce with peace of mind, and bred more than sixty eggs.

A normal transformation only needs two pieces at a time, but Roy consumed twenty pieces.

If the transformation continues, the reserves of White Widow eggs will be exhausted, and by then——

The sudden abnormal noise interrupted her thoughts, the sorceress suddenly widened her eyes, her red lips grew exaggeratedly, her mature and charming face showed a lovely nervous look,

puff-

The pale blue flame of the heater went out.

Gulong Gulong!

A strange sound like boiling water tore through the tranquility of the laboratory.

The vertical metal black coffin shook violently twice, swiftly and shortly, like a bird struggling in a spider web, and then the black lacquered shell was pushed away with a click.

The overwhelming white mist surged out, engulfing the sorceress and the surrounding experimental equipment in an instant. A warm, humid, itchy nose swam like water mist floating on the surface of a river, and spread to the entire hall.

Rita tried her best to widen her eyes, catching the figure in the coffin, and at the same time, skillfully waved her hands to outline her chest, and chanted the mantra, tearing up several micro vortices in the space, quickly sucking away the ubiquitous vortices like a fan. of fog.

While concentrating on it, her body froze suddenly, and a huge force surged from behind, grabbed her slender waist, lifted her up off the ground, and interrupted the spell.

She was limply held in the arms of the attacker.