God-level Demon Hunter

White mist gushed out from the shattered vortex, covering the hall and the two figures again.

The sorceress' exclamation and the man's chuckle rang out.

Then the sound of velvet cracking, humming, coquettishness, chasing and fighting, and laughter settled in the white mist and echoed repeatedly, like a lute movement composed of lovers' murmurs intertwined.

The changing magic lights on the ceiling are scattered in it, reflecting a hazy, warm and mysterious colored light.

a long time later.

The smoke cleared.

On the operating table of the laboratory, there were two more figures.

Roy, who was only wearing a pair of white linen shorts, was lying there with his left hand on the back of his head. His well-developed but not bloated biceps, pectoral muscles, and eight-pack abs were covered with fine beads of sweat, and he was staring at the gray ceiling with ecstasy. .

The female sorceress propped her side face with her left hand, grabbed a lock of fiery hair with her right hand, and ran across his side face mischievously, with elf-like pointed ears, a sculpture-like nose and chin, silver-gray pupils, and a long circle the mouth with shallow stubble,

His bright eyes flashed with splendor.

The once young and ignorant boy has turned into a strong and handsome man, and the little villain has become a big villain.

After this second mutation, which lasted for a month, his stature grew significantly, his skin was as delicate and tough as cowhide, and his temperament became sharper and sharper. The power in his body seemed to be overflowing uncontrollably .

"How does it feel?"

The female sorceress asked with a smile, with a lazy and satisfied nasal voice,

"Let's put it this way, Coral, I feel like I can single out the entire wolf faction now."

"If Lambert hears this, he will definitely fight you hard!"

"Haha, just let the horse come over, just let me warm up!"

Roy jumped to the ground from the operating table, twisted his neck and wrists, his joints burst out with a crackling sound of muscles and bones, and he jumped with his toes buckled like a monkey, easily touching the four-meter-high ceiling.

Then he drew the triangular charm with five fingers, and a burst of red and golden light shot out, crackling the air and covering his whole body, like a layer of flowing liquid flame armor.

His mind quietly turned to the template.

Roy

Age: 19 years old

Life: 440→470 (Grass Trial +120)

Mana: 380 (Grass Trial +120)

Attributes:

Strength: 20→30

Agility: 20→30

Constitution: 32→35

Perception: 17

Will: 40

Charisma: 10

Spirit: 26

New skills:

Secondary mutation (passive solidification): Use the mutated white widow egg protein to carry out a second mutation on top of the existing mutation, permanently increasing strength and agility by 20.00% + thirty (snake, wolf, flying lion monster green grass trial), Because of the in-depth optimization of the mutant gene, the physique has been slightly improved.

Lava Quen: After the second mutation, you can mobilize the earth element and fire element at the same time, release the mutant Quen sign, and the surface of the magic shield is attached to the flame power, which burns the attacker.

……

The total attribute increased by this transformation reached 23 points, which is not inferior to a grass trial, and the strength and agility have jumped by half, perfectly complementing Roy's shortcomings in melee combat.

Now, apart from Grandmaster Ivar Evileye, his power and speed are at the apex of the Brotherhood.

Counting the potion and the blessing of Arondette's "Guardian", even if he fought two high-level vampires close to him, he would not be afraid at all.

Such leaps and bounds progress can be regarded as a kind of accumulated accumulation. After all, ordinary demon hunters who have passed the green grass trial will only increase their attributes by [-] to [-]% after undergoing transformation.

And he narrowly escaped death three times.

"Actually, you should wait a little longer," Rita Nieder stroked the wet hair in front of her forehead, "wait until the transformation process is more perfect. For a whole month, relying on the mutated white widow's eggs to provide nutrition, I almost had to tear it apart." Get rid of that iron coffin and see what kind of dream you have in it?"

The sorceress tilted her head to look at him, her eyes were rippling, and her long eyelashes flickered, "You are so anxious, what are you worrying about?"

Roy hugged her shoulders silently.

This is not without reason.

If you wait for four or five green grass trials before making a second mutation, the benefits will be maximized.

But he couldn't wait.

It took more than a year for the last wolf faction trial, and he had a strong premonition that the fourth time would be more than three years, perfectly missing the most intense and ups and downs of the era.

Let alone the fifth time.

Not long ago, the bloody battle with the god of ominous omens gave him a great warning. Every time he encountered a strong enemy, he could not transform himself into the shadow of the highest. Every time the deformation is released, I will enter a strange state.

Part of his emotions have been stripped away, and everything in the world has nothing to do with him. Geralt, Ciri, Triss, Coral, and many relatives and friends can't make him feel the slightest wave.

He is like an absolutely calm bystander, watching the development of everything indifferently.

He thought of the parting words of the Most High—

No matter how hot the feelings are, they will eventually be annihilated in time and space. Only destruction, purification, and circulation are the eternal truths.

He has some considerations—frequent use of the "Descent" ability will affect his character and gradually annihilate his feelings.

So he has to become stronger through normal channels to deal with future crises!

……

"I'm a little worried about the Scoia'tael..." Roy lowered his head and sniffed Rita's hair, and then said, "The message I asked Evelyn to send to Lanshan has never been answered. There is no doubt that Francie Scar doesn't trust the demon hunters of our Brotherhood, and she doesn't even want to talk to me, I have to be fully prepared to prevent her from playing tricks again."

The Elf Queen ignored the Witcher's invitation to negotiate, and the Scoia'tael was still raging in the North, risking their lives to serve as pawns for the Southern Empire.

The female sorceress turned pale slightly. She had used the relationship of the Warlock Association to contact this "Daisy of the Valley", but the other party seemed to understand her deep connection with the witcher and flatly refused.

Triss and Yennefer also tried to no avail.

……

"Secondly, we have to be careful of the Wild Hunt... Ciri and Elene both have ancient blood flowing in their bodies, and the Wild Hunt has been pursuing this precious and powerful ancestral bloodline for hundreds of years, and sooner or later it will come and take them away , I must improve my combat effectiveness as soon as possible."

Speaking of which, Roy wanted to contact Francesca. On the one hand, he didn't want to see Aveline die, and on the other hand, he wanted to find the spatial coordinates of the world where Wild Hunt settled down, because the relationship between the Queen of Elf and Wild Hunt was terrible. shallow--

The elves in the world of the witcher are the Ain Sidi tribe, and the original identity of Wild Hunting is the Ain Aiel tribe.

The two once belonged to the Ian Woodold family, carrying the blood of the ancients, relying on this god-given blood to travel through space, distort the multiverse, and plunder the resources of thousands of worlds.

But this crossing is usually accompanied by a destructive hoarfrost, a cosmic catastrophe that slowly but irreversibly pursues them, freezing the worlds they fled, like punishment for their misuse of ancient blood.

Then one day, when the two races passed a "crossroad" during the long journey, they chose completely different routes to avoid Hoarfrost because of differences in ideas.

The predatory Ein-Air (Wild Hunt) goes to a world overgrown with alder, performs a purge and takes over the magpie's nest.

Ian Shedi, who is good at inventing, creating and building, came to the world of the witcher, leaving countless exquisite buildings in the history, which can be called the treasures of civilization. Later, he was driven into the Blue Mountains by humans and became the current Philavander. Rei and the elves led by Francesca.

The sages between the two clans are inseparable, and they have mastered the method of communication.

Roy looted Vigfortez's estate, held evidence that Francesca colluded with Nilfgaard and betrayed the Northern Warlocks Association, and knew more about their earnest expectations. As long as he could see her face to face, he would have Be sure to persuade them to cooperate.

Once he gets the clues from her mouth, Roy will be able to follow the clues to find the base camp of the wild hunting, come to the first strike, gather strength to take the initiative, and solve the radicals who covet the blood of the ancients at once.

This is his style!

If all goes well, the elves of the Blue Mountain, the Ain Sidi tribe, will have a piece of land that really belongs to them - a plane.

Ai Fulin no longer has to fight to the death with human beings to compete for the insignificant area of ​​the Valley of Flowers.

……

"No need to worry," Rita Nieder was very satisfied with his frankness. She sat up with her legs crossed, and smiled in relief. Black veil skirt, "The Brotherhood has twenty demon hunters, six resident mages, inexhaustible potions, alchemy bombs, enchanted equipment, and many secret bases. Even if we can't beat them, we can still avoid the limelight." !"

"Next, you can stay at the lake bottom laboratory with peace of mind. I have to confirm that the second mutation does not leave any sequelae, understand?" Rita, who was sitting on the operating table, stretched out the back of her flawless hand towards him without any objection.

"As you wish, my lady!"

Roy held his slender fingers and kissed lightly.

Time flies in a regular life, and in the following week, the witcher received a thoughtful and meticulous all-round physical examination by the sorceress, and through a lot of exercise, he became familiar with the surge in strength and the lava Quen sign.

On the eighth day, the three Lamberts who were on a business trip in Lower Soden made a remote call through the telescope crystal, breaking the calm.

Chapter 3 Cat Pie Assassin

A rich green is reflected in the prism-shaped water-blue light curtain, the dense weeping willows are swaying in the wind, and the wide and rippling river is filled with mist.

Lambert stood in the soft mud on the shore, his frivolous ugly face was wrinkled like a bitter gourd, and even the row of eye dropsy at the corners of his eyes revealed sadness.His hair is disheveled like a chicken coop, his sharp mountain-shaped hairline has become dull, and his gray-brown leather armor is stained with blood. It is obvious that he has experienced a fierce battle not long ago.

On his left side, Cat Pai Aiden stood with a sword, his thin cheeks had a sickly blush, revealing a sense of fatigue and haggardness.

On the right, Triss, who was wearing a gray-yellow animal skin hunting suit, waved her hands and sprinkled magic aura, maintaining the binoculars crystal.

As for Oakes, he was nowhere to be seen.

"What's the situation now?" Roy raised his eyebrows with his hands crossed over his chest, and mocked, "Aren't you working as bodyguards in Soden, why are you so embarrassed that you fought three hundred battles with petrified lizards?"

Lambert rubbed his nose and smiled awkwardly,

"Boy, you didn't know something after retreating for a month. When we got there, we found out that the woman Keira Metz was not telling the truth. At the beginning, she claimed to hire us to protect the mayor of Soden. By the way, I had a few passionate dates. I feel that if I don’t go, I won’t go, just to earn some extra money and go for a ride.”

"Actually guess what? A woman's mouth is not as reliable as a devil's!"

Coral on the opposite side of the binoculars gave him a hard gouging look.

Lambert immediately changed his words graciously, "Of course, except Ms. Rita and Ms. Triss."

"As for Keira Metz, she actually tricked us into serving as bodyguards for Soden's new king, Foltest! Alas, I think it's because Princess Adda and Triss have a good relationship with you that you didn't turn your back on the spot! Reluctantly stay and play."

Triss on the side trembled when she heard the red hair on Xiangxiang's shoulders, and resisted the urge to slap this guy. Who ran over to curry favor with Kayla Metz, claiming to get her pregnant?

Roy also smiled wryly, how could a witcher be so easily deceived?

Lambert pretended not to see the sorceress complaining, shook his head and sighed, looking remorseful.

"Who knew something went wrong! This world is really terrible. In broad daylight, King Fu was assassinated at the moment when he gave a speech to cheer up the people of Soden who had been ravaged by war."

Roy's heart skipped a beat. No matter what era it was in, assassinating the king was a top priority event that shocked the world.

Although Rita Ned's face remained unchanged, the nails on his arm tightened, almost sinking into the flesh.

"Who is so daring to assassinate the ruler of Temeria and the new king of Soden!"

A sense of space-time disorder rose in Roy's heart.

According to history, Foltest was obviously wiped by the king's assassin Resor disguised as a monk when he met the illegitimate son born to him by Louisa Lavaletti after 1270 one strike.

But it was only the summer of 1266, and Lesso had already joined the Brotherhood and quit.

Who will be the assassin again?

……

"Who else but those crazy Scoia'tael?" said Lambert. "About 50 people, mostly elves, a small number of dwarves and gnomes." When the crowd was out, Scoia'tael created a monstrous fog!"

"Taking advantage of the chaos at the scene and the rampage of the people shouting and screaming, they launched an attack brazenly."

Speaking of it, this is also related to Foltest's policies and the Virtue Church led by the Lady of the Lake in Vizima.

Among the monarchs in the Northern Territory, King Fu was not so harsh and extreme in his treatment of non-human races, which gave the Scoia'tael an opportunity...

"So it's Francesca's handwriting again, and she is determined to follow Emhyr all the way to the dark."

Roy rubbed his temples. This assassination should be the elf queen clearing the way for Nilfgaard's second invasion. Calculating the time, the second Northern War is not far away.

"You contacted me all of a sudden, just to let me know?"

"Don't worry, there is another shocking news!" Lambert said with a sad expression, "Pontal and Lord Mahakam, Brugge, Angore, Riverdale, and Arland's protector Forte Sturt has gone to hell with his dead sister and queen."

Roy heard the sound of the sorceress gasping for air, so he gave Lambert a hard look,

"You should learn more from Dandelion. Such poor acting skills can only frighten a three-year-old child. King Fu is not your descendant. He is dead, so why do you feel sad? And Xiaote's reaction is obviously wrong .”

Roy glanced at Triss, who brushed the broken hair on her forehead, wiped off the stains on her face, and smiled sweetly at him.