God-level Demon Hunter

The woman shook her head slowly.

"Sorceress?"

She nodded quickly, her movements crisp and powerful.

"If anything happens to her, I can't explain it to my brother. For my sake, can't I hold my hand high?"

"Besides, do you know who is standing behind her!?"

The corners of the woman's mouth were raised, her dark pupils shone with disdain, and her mouth let out a low growl like a beast.

A burst of deep helplessness overflowed Lambert's stinky face, and he suddenly grasped the alchemy bomb,

"Then I can only exchange your life for hers!"

"Crack!"

The elliptical moon dust drew a parabola in mid-air, and when it landed, a cloud of gray dust exploded.

But the woman's slender body had jumped to the side first, avoiding the alchemy bomb perfectly, her back arched like a big cat, her thin red lips stretched to the base of her ears, revealing two rows of needle-like teeth, and screamed at the opposite side.

The sound wave washed the night sky, turned into an invisible heavy hammer and hit the demon hunter in the chest, but it only shattered a layer of pitch-black Heriot's seal and disappeared.

Lambert jumped forward completely unaffected, spit out a cork in mid-air, and a large twisted black blood vessel appeared on his face instantly.

The silver sword raised above the head reflected the radiance of the poisonous sword oil, howled and tore through the air, and fell like a shooting star!

The direction of the sword.

The astonishingly beautiful woman has transformed into a huge bat, carrying a pair of membrane wings, and a pair of cold shining steel claws intertwined in front of her body like a shield.

boom!

Gold and iron collided, ear-piercing and bursting, and a large swath of dazzling sparks flew like a waterfall.

A sword that was enough to cut the beast in half, leaving only a shallow bloodstain on the sharp claws.

But the sword oil stung her!

The humanoid bat hissed and its black wings flapped silently. After flying into the dense fog in mid-air like a kite, it suddenly fell from another unexpected angle and pounced on Lambert's neck.

Lambert twisted and slashed, and the sword and claw collided again.

This time, the figure of the big bat that flew away was completely transparent and dissipated, blending into the mist.

It was difficult for the demon hunter's cold eyes to catch half of his figure.

But he formed the seal of Arden calmly, the binding magic circle rose from his feet, and purple light enveloped the land within a radius of five meters.

Holding the long sword slantedly in one hand, he stood in the center of the circle in a lunge, closing his eyes to listen and feel.

Statue cool.

Huhu——

The wind was blowing.

buzz-

The pendant trembled slightly.

A pair of ghost claws suddenly appeared in the purple light, and struck Lambert's unsuspecting back like a crossbow arrow.

Like a prophet, he raised his left hand first, outlining with five fingers.

After the second mutation, Kunn wove into a golden light armor, which blocked the attack in time.

Boo!

The golden light shattered, but a powerful counter-shock force erupted, breaking the humanoid bat apart, and a piece of moon dust exploded along with its unbalanced body.

Alchemy dust filled the air!

A large number of electric arcs flickered between the black hairs covering its body. It lost its special ability and still rushed forward!

The two sides fought together.

The rabbit rises and falls at a speed beyond the limit of ordinary people's eyesight, circles around and chases the opponent, the sword light and the cold light of the claw blade criss-cross, cutting the fog into pieces, during which the golden and purple rays of light are continuously solidified and disillusioned.

In just one minute, Lambert's cheeks were soaked in sweat, while the humanoid bat's pitch-black body was covered with long and narrow bloody mouths burned by sword oil, and its eyes were filled with murderous intent.

It fluttered again, and the long hair that suddenly appeared behind its head fluttered and fluttered like a butterfly.

Lambert struck a head-on Alder to knock it back, and with both hands across his chest, he strode forward, the tip of the sword piercing the air, thrusting forward, and the bat screamed and flapped its wings.

Unexpectedly, the moment the stabbed sword reached its chest, it suddenly deflected slightly, passed through the wings, and slashed across its face.

puff!

A line of blood splashed into the air.

The two figures crossed each other.

Lambert rolled on the ground a few times, got up, a hair-like wound was cut on the left side of his face, and blood dripped down his chin.

The humanoid bat was even more miserable, with its ugly porcupine-like nose missing, half of its face was bloody and bloody, exposing bones, and the scarlet granulation squirmed and glued together.

But the deadly sword oil wreaked havoc in the gap, causing it to billow in white smoke, and the bat body reverted to its human form as it crumbled.

The unrecognizable woman stared at Lambert with a pair of dark eyes, and suddenly screamed sadly. The voice seemed to come from hell, piercing through Helio's seal, and burning his breath.

But he launched the final offensive without stopping, rushing towards her and swaying his sword.

The seriously injured woman swung her claws to block and hit Lambert's arms. He took the opportunity to go from her armpit to behind her, twisted her waist and spine, and swung a powerful sword.

The sharp sword threw out a piece of blood, and a sharp claw flew away!

The woman let out a mournful cry, turned around and slapped, the latter followed like a shadow, turned around one step ahead, aimed at the other arm, and swung the sword again.

Bloody arms danced in the night sky.

A huge force surged from the back of the woman who lost her arms, and she fell face-to-face as if struck by lightning, her cheeks buried in the mud.

At the same time, a smooth blade lay across her neck, freezing her soul from the cold.

"What did I say before? Don't listen to the witcher's words—" Lambert stepped on her smooth, silky, well-proportioned back with his left foot, pressed the back of her head with one hand, and announced condescendingly, "But the merciful I usually give beautiful women a second chance to dispel the fog immediately, I will let you go."

The banshee let out a series of groaning sounds, struggling under his feet.

"What a gentle and nice man!"

There was an admiration behind him, followed by three gentle footsteps, and Lambert smelled the rich scent of violet and rose mid-note perfume, as well as a mixture of various herbs.

Turning around, he saw a woman in a red dress who could be called a sexy stunner, and a tall, thin middle-aged man with an aristocratic aquiline nose who looked like a tax collector.

Neither of them was tall or strong, and they didn't even have the terrifying claws of the vampire.

But it made Lambert feel cold all over, like falling into an ice cave.

As we all know, the more advanced and powerful vampires, the closer to humans in appearance.

These two are more human than vampires, so their identities are self-evident.

"Have I suffered eight lifetimes of blood mold or have I been cursed by an evil god? Pointing in a random direction, waiting for several high-sucking ones?"

Lambert felt bitter and unbearable, but felt that the pot of special decoction in the alchemist's pocket was more confident, and his eyes turned to the center of the two.

The sorceress Triss stood there with a dull expression, her delicate features were so pale that they were almost transparent, like a porcelain doll that had lost its soul.

People can't help feeling pity.

But at least no injuries can be seen on the outside, and the person is still alive, so there is something to talk about.

"Your Excellency the Demon Hunter, thank you very much for being merciful to my good sister. How about we make a deal before it leads to bitter fruit?"

In a voice as sweet as honey and as charming as the night.

The woman held Triss's catkin, smiled at him, and extended an invitation.

Chapter 11 Banquet of Demons (3)

The night wind howled, and the thick fog squirmed in the darkness.

Lambert withdrew his feet from the vampire's back, but the long sword was still on her neck, and with a flick of his wrist, he could cut off a beauty's head.

Although he didn't think he could threaten her master with a vassal.

"You two, out of basic etiquette, shouldn't you introduce yourself before sending out the invitation? For example, I, Wolf School Lambert, come from the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters."

The man and woman froze for a moment when they heard the unheard-of organization, then smiled calmly,

"She is Nathanis, the owner of a long-established tavern, the sister of the naughty girl under your sword, and the most beautiful woman in the world." The man looked at the woman with black eyes under his white eyebrows, without concealing his admiration , the woman gazed tenderly.

"A high-ranking vampire who runs a tavern, such an outstanding beauty..." Lambert suddenly said, Roy mentioned this to him, "As far as I know, there is only the proprietress of the Vizima Night Queen's House."

The woman in the red dress smiled and bowed to him as a lady, and stood meekly aside.

"Your Excellency is well-informed and polite. Unlike other witchers who call us vampire freaks and bats in human skin, I've begun to appreciate you."

"As for me, I have nothing to hide, Emile Regis Godifoy..."

He patted the linen pocket on the black robe, and the fresh herbal smell hit his face,

"A barber doctor from Dillingen who has been in the countryside all year round. To be honest, Finn Kahn, this elf cemetery has been under the care of me and my companions for more than 100 years. If it was changed to a year ago, I The door will be open to welcome you, and you will be invited to taste the newly brewed Mandrake distilled spirit."

His tone is gentle, his attitude is reasonable, and he exudes an approachable magic power. He is incompatible with the bat swarm that launched the raid before and the vampire banshee wielding a pair of sharp claws, as if he is just an ordinary good guy.

Even the pendant around Lambert's neck was motionless and unresponsive to him.

"We can talk about alchemy, pharmacy, and environmental ecology. Most demon hunters are experts in this field. I would be happy to exchange experiences with you."

"But not now..."

Emile Regis spread his hands apologetically, and slightly emphasized his tone,

"You, such a large group of people wearing armor and holding long swords, came here without warning, and intruded into this private territory, which really caused us great trouble and almost ruined the big thing. As a warning and a small A small punishment—"

He paused, then waved his hand casually.

Turn the clouds to see the moon.

The gloomy fog around it dissipated, and the starlight re-illuminated the world.

Among the collapsed stone pillars and the dense green shade in the ruins, soldiers were scattered all over the place. They closed their eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

The Lorraine knight lying on the lap of a subordinate even snored like thunder, with a strange smile on his mouth, probably having a beautiful dream.

Lambert turned his eyes and counted roughly, and there were quite a few of his hundred companions. Even the unlucky ghost who was bitten by a bat before received proper treatment, and his face returned to normal.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

In his previous cognition.

High-level vampires are so powerful that they can't imagine. They regard mortals as ants, and they can crush a large number of them to death with just a flick of a finger.

A high-sucking organization called cage farming even directly raises humans as delicious food, which is the same as farmers building livestock pens.

Whether mortals are dead or alive, they don't care at all.

But there are always some outliers in every ethnic group.

Lambert thought to himself.

Tananis and Regis are by no means ordinary high-level vampires, they seem to be more human!

That possibility is not ruled out, the two of them are old foxes who hide their secrets and want to solve the trouble without bloodshed.

Lambert softened his piercing gaze a little.

Regis nodded,

"Don't worry, they are all normal. After a night of sleep, a few sweet dreams, and forgetting an insignificant memory that is asking for trouble, they can leave here safe and sound."

"Of course, they will subconsciously stay away from Finn Kahn in the future, so as not to repeat the same mistakes. The same is true of this lady."

The Queen of the Night patted her smooth palm.

Triss lowered her head and took a step closer to the witcher in a daze.

"As you can see, we could easily take the lives of this group of people. But we didn't. One of the important reasons is to show our sincerity to you!" Nathanis crossed her hands in front of her belly, her magnetic voice went straight to Lan Bert drilled in his head.

The witcher smiled slightly, and as a gift, decisively retracted the long sword around the vampire's neck.

The seriously injured and disabled banshee swung her half-growth pink and tender arm, supported her body, staggered towards the Queen of the Night, and hugged her fleshy calf, like a wronged daughter seeking comfort from her parents.

The Queen of the Night stroked her black hair tenderly, covered her ears with a few words, and she turned into a red-eyed bat, wobbling and flying towards the tomb not far away.