God-level Demon Hunter

Regis opened his mouth slightly, goosebumps appeared on his pale skin due to trembling.

What arrogance, witcher, to treat elders as slaves and humiliate them to their faces!

"Me and my compatriots?"

"Following you...a witcher?"

"Year 50?"

Dense folds spread on the face of the shadow elder, and its mouth grew suddenly, and the fishy wind blowing from between the teeth almost swallowed Roy into slag.

"Damn you!"

The two divided arms tore apart the gray skin on the elder's back, and a film covered with black fluff quickly formed on the newborn arms, turning into two huge bat wings in the blink of an eye.

Huhu——

The bat wings flapped, billowing black smoke shot up into the sky, rolled in all directions like a storm, and enveloped the entire hall!

"You try it yourself?"

The crimson lava Quen covered the demon hunter's body. He reached out and grabbed Gabriel from the void, and marked the shadow elder without hesitation.

Dreamy jewel dust covered the body that was undergoing drastic changes.

"die!"

The shadow elder opened his bloody mouth, screaming angrily!

Boom!

Earthshaking!

Gravel splashes and dust clouds fill the air!

In this scream, Regis covered his ears in pain, his seven orifices bled and turned into a swarm of bats, and flew towards the exit for his life.

The sound wave turned into a chest hammer, shattering the demon hunter's shield, sending him flying with great force.

When he fell to the ground with blood on the corner of his mouth, he raised his head.

The flames and light were all extinguished suddenly, and the surrounding environment became darker than the abyss.

The shadow elder didn't launch an attack directly, but hovered around the dark dome like electricity.

Like a falcon overlooking its prey from high above.

The possessed gemstone dust leaves bat-like afterimages of changing colors in mid-air.

shhh-

The bowstring buzzed.

The crossbow bolts formed a silver thread in the air, but they couldn't even touch the elder's shadow!

It's fast as if it's flickering.

Roy can't be locked, so he can't be deterred.

Ah!

The second scream of horror.

A dense vortex of blood appeared in the air, bursting out with a terrifying siphon force.

Roy's body shook, and the blood in his body suddenly lost control. It turned into countless sharp steel needles, pierced the skin from the inside, crazily drilled out of the armor, and squeezed the magic shield.

Moths flock to the vortex like a flame.

From a distance, it seemed that countless blood-cast chains protruded from the void, locking Roy.

Make it hard for him to move an inch.

Power is lost with blood.

at last!

The fishy wind hits my face!

The huge bat shadow rushed towards the weak witcher!

Roy looked up at it.

A golden light of vitality radiated from his whole body, temporarily suppressing the terrible suction that devoured the blood, and he raised Arondette above his head with both hands...

The sea of ​​blood was rippling, the scarlet octopus climbed onto his shoulders and waved its arms and legs, the giant dragon with black scales opened its mouth behind his head, flicked its whip tail, and spread its black scaled wings that covered the sky, its cold white teeth Exhale hot air...

Roy slashed forward, and with all his strength, he faced the pounced humanoid bat!

The phantom of the black dragon waved its sharp claws, shredded the air, and charged forward!

The bony long sword slashed out a scarlet sword light.

The deafening roar of the dragon shredded the space.

boom!

The claws and blades clashed.

The whole underworld trembled.

The two colliding figures separated backward.

Huge magic power erupted from the junction, intertwined into a black-red sun.

It is suspended in mid-air, radiating infinite light and heat.

A big hole was torn out of the thick darkness, and the light came again!

In the center of the hall, a huge funnel-shaped pit full of cracks suddenly appeared on the solid stone floor.

East of the pit.

The witcher flew in the direction he came from, knocked a big hole in the wall, spewed out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs, and fell limp to the ground.

west.

The shadow elder slid back ten meters in embarrassment.

The dragon's roar frightened its soul, making it forget to dodge the attack in a daze.

A bat wing on the back was chopped off by the scarlet sword glow, turning into a pool of blood.

The waving octopus' arms and legs tightly bound its bat body, corroding the skin all over its body to be riddled with holes.

The most frightening thing is.

The black dragon's sharp claws slapped its ugly head, slapping its cervical spine in horror. Pale bone spurs drilled out of the skin with a large amount of flesh and blood, and the head was slapped to one side, clinging to the other shoulder.

Click click.

The shadow elder twisted his neck casually, and his head returned to its place. Black smoke flashed, and bright red granulation of earthworms emerged from the bloody wound, pulling and bonding with each other.

In the blink of an eye, the injuries that would be fatal to ordinary people healed as before.

It looked across coldly.

The demon hunter, who was already on the verge of death, with his pupils dilated, strangely spewed out a starlight as bright as a vast galaxy from behind.

The breath of decay climbed rapidly.

With a ring of time, Roy's body injuries, including damaged armor and exhausted energy, all recovered in an instant.

He stood up suddenly.

Lunge, the long sword is horizontal to the side of the face, the tip of the sword is pointed directly at the shadow elder opposite, the fighting spirit in the eyes is more intense,

"You stubborn, stupid and arrogant old vampire, I'll reason with you and make a deal, but you want to do it—"

"Then come!"

"Try and see if you can force out my true strength!"

"To end your long and boring life!"

"Let me tear down your shabby underworld!"

The air crackled.

Four eyes facing each other.

Flames of black, yellow, and silver ash burned blazingly.

A bloody battle is imminent.

However, at this moment, a blood-red door opened in the void, and a hoarse sound like a file came out from it, interrupting the confrontation between the two.

"Shadow tribe... elders... Sith... stop."

Wisps of wriggling black smoke flowed out of the bleeding door and landed beside the elder, quickly transforming into another sick and thin man.

The same dead gray skin, cold, ancient temperament.

Roy stared.

The second shadow elder?Why did you suddenly show up?

The silver-gray pupils turned between the two almost identical figures, and his thoughts were flying.

Listening to it speak, it should not be to beat me up.

otherwise--

He clenched his fists.

Solve it all!

But a little doubt arose in his heart. Didn't Regis say that there were three elders at the beginning, why didn't one of them simply visit together?

By the way, where is Regis going?

Roy looked around, and finally found the disheveled and unconscious hairdresser in a corner.

The ability shown by the elder just now seems to have a greater influence on the same kind.

……

"The Elder of Garansha... Tracher..."

"Not staying in Toussaint... trespassing on my territory?"

"Criticize my decision?"

There was a trace of coldness on the face of the shadow elder who was confronting the demon hunter, and his tense body relaxed quietly.

The rage was suppressed forcibly.

……

"It's not just about you...it's about my...long-cherished wish."

"One thousand and five hundred years have passed...the second celestial rendezvous is nowhere in sight."

"How long until... 200 years... 300 years... the next millennium?"

"I've waited enough..."

Two pairs of black and yellow eyes stared at each other,

Tracher said firmly,

"Can't you feel it? The icy breath is rapidly approaching... Floating towards this world... The end of the era of frost is approaching..."

Roy was fascinated by what he heard, he didn't expect that the shadow elder also knew about the disaster of hoarfrost.

"If before the celestial rendezvous... hoarfrost falls... we will... sleep forever in the severe winter... there is no hope of returning home..."

"More than 2000 years... still can't learn to take care of the overall situation?"

Sith was silent for a while, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and the black smoke and ferocious bat wings all dispersed.

The shadow elder Tracher nodded and turned to the demon hunter with a calm expression, but a frightening cold light flashed in the black and yellow pupils, as if trying to see through his soul.

"Demon hunter...not everyone is qualified...to trade with us...but you are pregnant with the blood of the ancients...you are an extraordinary person...hidden in your body...a secret that I can't see through."

"We can say yes... but the conditions will vary."

Roy's expression softened a little, and he lowered the tip of his sword. This is the attitude of negotiation.