God-level Demon Hunter

The demon hunters Aiden and Cohen sneaked into the ancient tomb of the elves with the village head of Davao who was eager to find a daughter.

Chapter 13 The Price of Blood

In the end, Regis took the lead in breaking the deadlock, calming his restless companions with rational and calm eyes, and then slowly looked at the five people opposite,

"Now there are two choices in front of us, desperate to fight - all of you call your brothers and sisters, and we call out the vampire, Kata Kahn from the night and the wilderness... Let the ruins flow into rivers of blood."

"But it's meaningless to do so, and it will inevitably hurt the innocent," Regis said sincerely, looking at the sleeping soldiers in the distance, "We have a better choice, communicate peacefully, and open the skylight to speak out."

"The group of sleepy bugs has nothing to do with us, the threat is invalid."

The cat eagle raised his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with a cold face, but returned the sword to the sheath under the sign of Roy's eyes.

The oppressive atmosphere in the arena was greatly eased.

"Then come on, what are you waiting for? You mutants, you dare to argue with your words even though you made a mistake first?!"

Dilaff suddenly added fuel to the fire, and stared at him coldly, not hiding the anger on his face.

"What makes you so confident? Strength? Let me try!"

Then, unexpectedly, he struck, like a gust of night wind, flying towards the vulture.

A black shadow flashed in the air.

Roy stood in front of his companion like a prophet, and the crimson lava Quen was ignited on the dragon skin armor. His hands were like red-hot steel tongs, and he precisely grasped Dilaff's claws.

With the blessing of Arondette's "Guardian", potions, and Arden's halo, his strength and speed have completely surpassed High Suck.

The vampire who was being burned and pinched by the huge force screamed ear-piercingly, the sound was so loud that it almost burst the eardrums.

A flower in front of everyone.

I saw a flaming figure and a giant bat leaping up into the air together, tangling into a ball, colliding quickly, changing directions, and attacking wildly in a dizzying manner.

The giant bat vibrates its pitch-black wings to resist the silver sword, and transforms into a swarm of bats to avoid the impact of flames and air currents. Sometimes it opens its bloody mouth and roars out a sonic hammer, throws a blood-filled spear, and waving its sharp claws drags a streak in mid-air. A bright red bloodstain.

And the long sword in the demon hunter's right hand danced airtightly, constantly bursting open the fangs and claws protruding from the void, and from time to time responded in kind, chopping out a bloody sword light.

The left hand repeatedly pulled the trigger, and the crossbow whizzed through the air from time to time, bringing out a cloud of blood.

Furthermore, the dharma seals flying all over the sky disturbed the chaotic energy.

Bang bang bang!

Continuous collision.

Where the sword meets the claw, the dark night shatters, and clusters of colorful flames burst out from the sky above Finn Kahn, as if a splendid firework show is in progress.

But the demon hunter and vampire below didn't move, tacitly maintained restraint, not letting the battle escalate.

After half a minute.

Voss -

The ancient roar shattered the void, roaring across the night sky.

Everyone suffered cardiac arrest.

And the big bat, which bears the brunt, froze and fell from the sky like broken wings.

It regained its human form instantly when it landed, and the huge impact pushed it back several meters.

Both feet and left hand are on the ground, half of the right hand is empty.

The posture resembles a desert lizard resting with its forelimbs raised.

An abnormal blush flashed across Dilaff's cheeks dripping with cold sweat, his hands, chest and abdomen exposed scorched skin and bleeding sword wounds, and several arrows trembled in the flesh and blood.

But all injuries were visibly healed, including the missing right hand.

Pfft!

The witcher landed next to Coral, gave the latter a reassuring look, and twisted his neck.

Except for a few pale scratches on the leather armor, there was no injury.

Even without the use of deterrence, he can win the battle with high suction!

"How, am I qualified to talk now?"

Roy stared at the embarrassed Dilaf.

At this point in time, the curtain of blood and wine has not yet opened.

But relying on his memory, he already knew about Dilaf.

To be able to fall in love with a mortal woman of an alien race, trust her unreservedly, and give her everything.

After being deceived and abandoned, he will lead a group of low-level vampires to bloodbath a city.

He has a clear distinction between likes and dislikes, impulsive and irritable.

But in general, this guy can still listen to some advice before the situation can't end.

Sure enough, Dilaff silently retreated to his companion, with deep fear and respect flashing in his eyes.

Respect for the strong is the consensus of all races.

The expressions of Queen of the Night, Regis, and Oriana looking at the witcher changed.

Finally, from the bottom of my heart, I regard them as objects of equal communication.

"Now, let's talk...you have to decide what's right or wrong." Roy looked around and said loudly, "If you didn't take Gaitan and Irene away, we wouldn't bother this party."

"Is Your Excellency so forgetful? Years ago, you killed Grufid on a whim in Vizima, and you let a southerner die on my property."

The voice of the Queen of the Night retorted softly, her charming temperament is heart-pounding,

"The elders of Vicwaro furiously ordered me to catch the murderer. Unfortunately, we have been searching for nothing for the past few years. It was not until we managed to find Gaitan who was seriously injured and dying that we came up with a compromise method to make up for the murder of the southern tribe. loss, to appease the anger of the elders."

"So your Excellency is the initiator of today's conflict."

A high-flyer died, so take the cat and send an assassin to make up for it?

What kind of remedy?

Roy's heart moved, and he vaguely guessed the plan of the four of them.

"The kind of scum who kills innocents indiscriminately and sucks human blood wantonly dies..." Kaiyan raised his chin slightly, and his scarlet pupils flashed coldly, "Or, the four agree with Grufid's evil deeds ?”

"But you shouldn't have raped his corpse..." Regis glanced coldly at the alchemy belts on the chests of several demon hunters, and each of the four silver pots glistened with blood.

"Hehe..." Escal said viciously with his hands folded across his chest, "Gruffyd should have been mentally prepared to hunt human beings recklessly. Sooner or later, it will be used as material and food by others."

"Now it's just a blood debt, karma!"

"This is the punishment that fate gave him!"

The high-ranking students looked solemn, but they couldn't help nodding.

Even Dillard was no exception.

Things cluster together.

The two high-spirited males present have completely got rid of their blood addiction. Although they live in isolation, their eating habits are no different from human beings.

And the two women, although they occasionally drink blood, strictly abide by the principle of fair trade-the Queen of the Night gets blood from customers, and Oriana gets blood from the orphanage run by her own family.

What Grufid has done runs counter to their principles, and also violates the iron law set by the elders, totally damn it!

"I very much agree with your Excellency's words. The truth is this, but it's useless to tell us. You have to explain it to the Elder Shadow in person." A trace of fear flashed in Dilaff's eyes.

"Now, it's too late if you don't want to take the initiative to meet with us. The elders will soon be able to draw relevant memories from our blood, and know that you are the culprits who killed Grufid. There is no doubt that it will In the not-too-distant future, one day, I will leave the underworld where I have lived for a long time, and take the initiative to find you, and then you will be doomed."

He paused and warned,

"Demon hunter, I admit that you are very strong, but you can't compare with the elder. The elder has lived for more than 2000 years. It is too pale to describe his strength in any words."

Dilaff clenched his fists and thought about it,

"To be precise, the elder is the god of vampires, who can crush us with a snap of our fingers."

Except for Roy, the other witchers and sorceresses were in deep shock.

They have never heard of any shadow elders.

More than 2000 years old.

There are still such ancient creatures in the world.

Roy straightened his back, and said without fear, "After today's matter is satisfactorily resolved, I will go to give the elder an 'explain', but I have to ask everyone to lead the way."

"I hope you will do what you say."

Regis looked deeply at the young man in front of him, as if he wanted to see through his heart, whether he was bluffing or not, and had other sources to rely on.

The strong desire to explore surged in Roy's eyes, but it was ready to come out.

The elder shadow who beat Geralt, who is stronger or weaker than the lion-headed spider god of omens?

Besides, he had a bold idea in his mind that, if successful, the Elder would be a powerful addition to the Brotherhood.

"Leaving aside the matter of the elder shadow, I have some other questions I would like to ask."

Roy paused, staring at the eyes of the four,

"Irene and Gaitan, are they still alive?"

The witcher held his breath.

Rescuing the village chief's daughter and the Maopai assassin is the main purpose of their trip.

The four masters silently exchanged glances, Oriana brushed her hair, tapped her sharp chin,

"As expected of a demon hunter who is good at deduction, you are right. But now, even if you can calm the elder's anger, it will not help, it is too late."

"It's a done deal. The two of them have completely separated from their old life. It is absolutely impossible to return to the past environment."

"Be clear," Kaiyan raised his eyebrows. "They were imprisoned? They were still seriously injured and unable to move."

"I'm afraid that's not the case." Roy turned his eyes slowly, and made another surprising guess, "The four want to transform Gaitan and Irene into the same kind, through some special ceremony—"

He thought of what the old village Dawo had seen and heard in the dream divination,

"Lying in a coffin and transforming, the process cannot be reversed?"

His tone was firm, as if he was stating a fact,

"I, a demon hunter, killed a high-level vampire. Instead, a demon hunter will be transformed into a high-level vampire?"

"That's called making up!"

For a moment, the ruins were so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Escal, Vulture, and Kayan held their breath, and their eyes widened in a rare gaffe.

Turning mutants into high-spirits sounds like a joke.

And the coral blue eyes are full of splendor, and the index finger is twirling her hair in circles. This is definitely a miracle in the field of life mutation!

The four suffering masters looked at each other and were stunned for several seconds in disbelief.

Regis let out a breath, almost blowing a loud and comical whistle, and he looked the witcher up and down in awe,

"Your Excellency Roy, you can admit it. You are a high-level vampire disguised as a demon hunter, right? Otherwise, how did you learn about our plan?"

"Your Excellency is very humorous."

"This is no joke. In fact, you guessed it halfway, we don't usually call this sacred ritual transformation, but reproduction."

Regis touched the missing sideburns helplessly,

"This is the continuation of our family."

"According to your Excellency, can it be that high-level vampires cannot reproduce in a normal way?"

Rita Need quickly grasped the metaphor in his words,

"Sorry, no comment."

"Aren't you going to have a frank exchange? We won't give up a member of the fraternity without presenting the facts to convince us."

The female sorceress touched her beautiful nails, emphasizing unwillingly,

"You guys are capable and principled. It doesn't matter if you show mercy a few times. But that period of history is too sad and heavy. Unless you make a serious oath, you will never reveal any words that will follow."