God-level Demon Hunter

"I appreciate you even more. This is a perfect beginning." Regis smiled gratifiedly upon seeing this, "I like to understand and help each other, and I hate unnecessary fighting and killing. Although the other two companions proposed more Safe, safe approach, but I think that's going too far."

Lambert's heart sank. Is this a warning? There are still two high-ranking vampires hiding in the shadows?

Facing four legendary monsters, he has no chance of winning.

We can only try our best to mediate and wait for reinforcements.

"Now we just need to get closer to each other, and today's accident will end happily." Regis' tone was full of emotion and appeal,

Lambert bent slightly, making a gesture of listening attentively.

"It's very simple. Put your sword back into its sheath, take a deep breath, and completely relax your body and mind. Please forgive me, because the group of demon hunters has received special training, and it is much more difficult to hypnotize you perfectly than hypnotizing a female sorceress."

"But I promise, as long as you cooperate, there will never be any harm. After hypnosis, you will only forget all the memories of tonight, about Fincahn, and our identity."

Lambert glanced at the blood-dripping sword in his hand, his gloomy face and a sneer at the corner of his mouth reflected on the bright silver blade.

What's the difference between doing that and automatically putting your neck in the noose?

The barber saw his attitude, and began his statement in an impassioned tone like a speech,

"I, Regis, have not drank the blood of innocent humans for more than three hundred years. In my opinion, the desire for killing and the indulgence of blood addiction are a low-level and immature expression."

Blood is not a must for high suction, they can eat the same food as humans.

"I admire your science and technology, poetry and music, and innovations in all walks of life. I am willing to help desperate human beings and give you a chance."

"In fact, our group is not much different from humans, elves, dwarves, demon hunters, and even other intelligent creatures, at least from a mental perspective. You can trust me, just like trusting a fellow."

"I swear by the blood of Galansha, what I just said is absolutely true."

Regis lifted his slender, hard-lined jaw like a proud nobleman.

The Queen of the Night beside him echoed softly,

"In the past 200 years, I have never forced any human to donate blood. Everything is based on your will. My tavern and my sisters bring happiness to customers, and they feed back a little bit of blood that is insignificant and harmless to our health."

"I never intended to abandon principles and credibility, and the same is true today."

She changed her voice,

"We forgive you for your reckless intrusion. Should you also pay some price and make a little sacrifice?"

The woman took a step forward, her red hair dancing with the night wind, brushing her pale and delicate cheeks, her petal-like red lips, and the light red dress clinging to her body, showing her hot curves at a glance.

It's so beautiful.

Normal men can't refuse her.

Except the witcher.

Lambert felt weird.

These two aliens seem to have been completely secularized.

Obviously he could subdue him by force, but he chose to make long speeches and persuade him with words.

Lambert decided to wield the big stick of reason to retaliate. As he rolled his eyes, he racked his brains to recall Dandelion's famous aphorisms.

"I know that the two are definitely not monsters who kill innocent people indiscriminately."

"I can trust you as demon hunters, so please put yourself in my shoes and think about it. Is it reasonable to ask the other party to trust you without reservation and leave your life in your hands when you meet for the first time? "

"I have a gentler proposal."

Lambert glanced over the sorceress and the sleeping soldier.

"I will take them away immediately, and I will never return thereafter. I will keep today's events strictly secret until death. I swear on the reputation of the wolf faction demon hunter. If I break my oath, I will sink into hell forever."

He gave back what he said,

"Are you two willing to trust me?"

The night wind stopped suddenly, and even the rustling insects disappeared completely.

The ruins were eerily quiet.

Regis and the Queen of the Night fell into a long silence.

The demon hunter quietly put his hand on the special alchemy bag on his chest, and stuck the bottle of life-saving decoction on it.

"I'm sorry, this is a difficult decision. If it's just me and Natanis, it's okay to promise you." After a long time, Regis sighed, and took a step towards him with the woman beside him, an ordinary step, An afterimage appeared behind him, which lasted for a long time.

"But the two of them are really grumpy and impulsive. If they know about your proposal, the result will only be worse."

In the words of regret, the air became oppressive and breathless.

Both the moon and the stars hide in the depths of the night sky.

The darkness came like a tide.

Lambert outlined his five fingers, his magic shield was covered with leather armor, and his hand across his chest decisively opened the cork.

Going to take a sip.

Regis' thin body froze suddenly, his conspicuous huge hooked nose moved, his gray eyebrows twitched, and asked him a strange question,

"What's in your arms?"

"A witcher's potion that provides a little extra resilience."

"I'm referring to the ingredients in it. I'm a serious alchemist, and I know it's not just herbs." Regis tilted his head, his tone was cold,

"Okay, I admit," Lambert smiled, still clenched the medicine jar, "a little bit of batwing mutant tissue was added to it, but I think that kind of bloodthirsty monster with no brains is not as rational as your Excellency." Noble creatures don't matter, do they?"

"It's not a batwing demon, not even Kata Kahn, a vampire woman. The breath is more ancient, powerful, and familiar."

"Then what do you think?"

The four eyes met, after a brief silence.

Regis' complexion became complicated, he let out a long breath, and talked about another past event.

"Four years ago, a fool who came from the south, whose full name was Mocha Aip Gruffyd, lost his breath of life on the outskirts of Vizima. His body was missing, and the water of resonance was hard to find. .Have you heard of him?"

"Unheard of."

Of course Lambert knew that it was the first high-sucking head killed by Roy, and the corpses have been continuously made into decoctions in Kalkstein's experiments.

The fatal crisis of the guys has been resolved many times.

"Although I am very disgusted with this guy's behavior of killing innocent people like a beast to satisfy his perverted blood addiction, I can't wait to solve him with my own hands."

"But our race, since it came to this world, natural reproduction has become a luxury. Every member is very precious. I am not qualified to judge him, and neither can anyone else!"

"His death has angered another ethnic group leader in the south—the elder." Regis actually had a flash of fear in his eyes.

The queen of the night also paled.

"Our troubles during this time all come from this."

Regis took a deep breath, his shoulders trembled visibly,

"Your Excellency Lambert! Did you kill it? And make it into a decoction? What a genius idea."

Regis's voice lost its gentleness, with a hint of sharpness and teasing.

"I said it was a misunderstanding, do you believe it?"

Lambert's throat squirmed and he spat out the cork.

There were a lot of black veins on his face, and deep helplessness.

Why should I take the blame for Roy?

Regis and the Queen of the Night grinned, revealing pale and sharp canine teeth.

"Sorry, the plan has changed, you have to go to the south with us and explain to the elder face to face!"

Two flying afterimages rolled towards the demon hunter with boundless darkness and bloody light.

Chapter 12 Banquet of Demons (4)

It was almost midnight.

The stars and the moon are dimmed, and darkness covers the ancient ruins.

The hypnotized soldier still falls asleep knowing nothing.

In the ruined walls, two strange black shadows moved around the man who was alone at high speed.

Dresses fluttering in the air, it is so quiet that there is no sound, and its posture is swift and elegant. Sometimes it jumps out of nothingness, and sometimes it disappears in the shadows.

Grass, ancient trees, and stone walls collapsed and shattered in the violent collision, and blood and sweat splashed into the air, mixing and merging.

In the sound of sharp claws and silver swords breaking through the air.

Lambert stood in the center with a ferocious expression, like a reef under the impact of waves. He swung the steel sword quickly and calmly with his right hand, and continuously threw out various seals with his left hand to resist the attack from both sides.

However, the high-level vampire's combat power far surpassed that of the vampire's, and his movements were unbelievably fast, which gave him a sense of frustration that he had nowhere to use his strength.

One-on-one, Lambert is still sure to deal with it, but one against two, he becomes only able to parry, and has no power to fight back!

"Give up futile resistance, it will only hurt yourself." The woman's warm and fragrant breath passed by the witcher's ears, stimulating goose bumps on the back of his neck.

Swah——

Lambert turned angrily and swung his sword. The blade of the sword cut a silver rainbow in the air, but it didn't even touch Natanis's skirt.

Without the slightest aura of fireworks, the woman floated backwards lightly in violation of the laws of physics, her blue eyes and red lips carried a seductive smile, and her red hair fluttered behind her head like a cloak.

A strong wind came from the other side.

Regis' slender figure appeared out of nowhere, and lightning struck his back.

Boo!

The golden light shattered.

Quinn's shield blocked the surprise attack, and the impact made Lambert stagger forward, sweat dripped from his body, and a sneer drenched the corner of his mouth,

"Buying the few with the more is the so-called human nature that you are proud of?"

boom!

The silver sword hit the slanting claws flying away.

He sneered aloud,

"Wait and see, my brothers will get justice for me!"

"It's not just you two rambling orators, he's going to find your damn elder and kick his ass hard!"

boom -

Two hidden figures reappeared in the air, falling like meteorites!

Lambert's ten fingers sketched the seal of Quinn, but the repeated fierce battles made him unresponsive and slow.

The Queen of the Night slapped his silver sword from the front with a claw, breaking up the embryonic form of the sign.

And Regis attacked from behind, his right hand with claws like steel cones grabbed his wrists, pushed him to the ground, and pressed his knees on his back and spine, just like what he did to the vampire before. so-so.

"I swear," Regis' eyes flashed with guilt, "I will do everything I can to save your life!"

"Cheat ghosts! Hypocritical high-ranking vampires, elder whores, bastards who hide their heads and show their tails!" Lambert cursed with a sullen face, until a hand was lightly pressed on the back of his head, amber vertical pupils He stared wide open, his whole body went limp, and he closed his eyes and passed out.

Regis shook his head and sighed, leaped lightly, and his body scattered into a group of bats, wrapped around the witcher and floated towards the crypt.

The Queen of the Night also turned into a swarm of bats and flew towards the soldiers. She must keep her previous promise and take these guys away from Fin Kahn!

……

But at this moment, on the chamomile-planted slope not far from the ruins, six dark shadows approached quietly.

One of them raised his left hand——

call out--

The bowstring buzzed.

The arrows pierced through the air continuously, dragging their meteor-like tail feathers and whizzing across hundreds of meters.

The swarm of bats flying towards the crypt suddenly exploded with a bang!

Lambert fell unconscious to the ground.