God-level Demon Hunter

Three translucent figures came into view, initially blurred like reflections in the water, only three figures could be seen, but five seconds later.

They quickly became clearly visible—two bare-chested old men with gray skin covered with bruises, and a young man with black hair and silver eyes who was dressed like never before, with double swords on his back.

"Senior citizens?!"

The woman's eyes widened, and she grinned to reveal her yellow teeth. The fear on her face was instantly replaced by surprise.

She trotted to the two shadow elders and knelt down.

He made a big salute with all five bodies on the ground, and raised his hands again, showing his wrists,

"Woooo... The mist has attacked Dongquan Village, everyone is dead! They are all dead! I am the only one left!"

"I beg you, elders, take me away!"

"Patria is willing to offer an offering, offer an offering!"

"I implore your protection!"

"Save me from the fog!"

Swah——

The two shadow elders listened to the familiar accent they had heard thousands of years ago, and breathed the oxygen in the air that was more abundant than before.

Looking at each other, a long-lost smile finally appeared on the gray and haggard, ice-like old face——

Like sunlight piercing the darkness.

Swah——

Two index fingers swipe in the air——

The woman's outstretched wrist was cut open, and two lines of blood emerged, flying into the elder's slightly opened mouth.

They closed their eyes as if they were tasting delicious food, chewing the sweetness in the blood, and the memories that have been absent for thousands of years.

Roy crossed his arms and quietly observed this strange scene, his eyes turning.

The crest remained motionless, indicating that the elder had not used any charm spells.

So why did this ugly woman who was stronger than a man take the initiative to deliver her blood devoutly and humbly?

What's even more amazing is that facing the world of demon hunters, the Shadow Elder who stomps the country to be shaken, not only does this strong human woman not have the slightest fear in her eyes,

Instead, it is full of fanaticism and respect, like facing the gods of faith,

What kind of new world is this?

"wstawaj... (get up)"

"Konsekruj do zaakceptowania (The offering has been received)"

Tracher nodded to her in satisfaction, and wiped the woman's wrist with his saliva-stained index finger, and the wound healed and scabbed instantly.

"Zabierz cie do domu... (Take you back to the nest)"

The woman trembled with excitement when she heard the words, tears welled up in her eyes, and kept kowtowing to the elder, her gratitude and joy were beyond words.

Fangfo saved his life from the threat of death.

"Do you think it's weird?"

Sith's black and yellow eyes looked at the witcher. The former crappy and stuttering Common Tongue of the North became fluent, and the pain that was suppressed in his bones was gone in his tone.

He seemed to have let go of the shackles that had bound him for so long.

The demeanor is relaxed, and there is a little more anger.

"That's the rule in our hometown."

He waved casually.

The woman got up and rushed back to the cabin, quickly packed and packed her luggage. During the whole process, she only glanced at Roy insignificantly.

The witcher's invincible charm has completely failed.

"Most humans pay tribute to our Kindred...and we keep them safe."

"Humans still need your protection? What's the danger?"

Roy's question just landed.

Huhu——

A biting cold wind howled through the mountains.

Suddenly, a majestic white mist surged up all over the sky, blocking the sun in the sky, the surrounding forests, and wooden houses.

"Stand still, witcher."

Tracher and Sith exhorted them as if they were facing an enemy.

A strong sense of crisis instantly enveloped Roy's body.

He heard a thump in the mist, like something heavy sinking hard into the soft soil.

The entire mountain forest and the ground under his feet trembled, the air in the forest suddenly began to tremble, and panicked beasts howled one after another, full of panic and despair.

The birds on the birches flew with screeching and flapping wings into the veiled mist.

The witcher saw a scene he would never forget——

As if the surface of the sea was knocked away by the side of a ship, a huge silhouette emerged from the thick fog in the distant sky.

Behemoth Mist Behemoth

?

……

This is a huge monster hidden in the mist, at least 30 meters high, looking from a distance like a prehistoric mammoth surrounded by clouds and mist, with six long legs covered in gray fluff supporting a round and huge body, the whole body structure looks a bit top-heavy. It has a sense of coordination, but around its head and torso, there are countless tentacles-like long beards.

Looking carefully, you can see that the back of the long beard is covered with a layer of steel needle-like mane, and the inside is covered with insect mouthparts, which open and close non-stop.

The giant beast manipulated its tentacles to pierce into the mist like a spear, and then retracted lightly.

The corpses of wild beasts that had been stabbed through each other were quietly stuck on it.

Like a well-skewered kebab.

The long whiskers returned with a full load were sent into the big black hole-like mouth, and the big mouth began to chew slowly.

A large amount of blood leaked from the gap between the teeth scattered into the mist, staining the ground red.

……

Behemoth is simply more terrifying than the most indescribable monster in the nightmare!

……

"Son of the ancient blood, the universe is so vast, and you were lucky to be born in a peaceful world dominated by humans." Sith's voice sounded, and some long-lost emotions awakened in his hometown, and the excitement was hard to contain.

"In your world, even if natural and man-made disasters continue, most human cubs can spend their childhood in peace."

"But our hometown is different. Human beings with weak bodies are born at the bottom of the food chain and must rely on other powerful races to survive."

"Our tribe can't make the rules of this world."

"Thousands of terrifying monsters that suddenly appeared with the fog are the masters of this world."

"Human beings, and our vampires, must continue to fight and relocate to safer gathering places from an early age in order to survive! Struggling to survive in the trials of life and death!"

A frightening red light shot out from Sith's imperishable pupils,

"Our hometown is dangerous and deadly, but much more interesting and exciting!"

"You should leave, witcher..."

Tracher's voice resounded, an unusually eye-catching black smoke wrapped the ugly woman from head to toe, suspended in the air,

"This is not your battle, Behemoth's saliva can hurt our immortal bodies!"

"Not to mention the mortal flesh."

"At least ten elders work together to solve it."

"So we have to set off right away to meet old friends we haven't seen for many years."

"You, wish yourself good luck!"

The shadow elder leaped forward, turning into two wisps of black smoke and drifting towards the depths of the mist.

Roy held his breath and looked at the giant beast from a distance.

It seemed to have sensed it, and suddenly turned its head this way. The eyes wrapped in tentacles were like two white suns, emitting a terrifying desire to destroy and devour everything.

……

So powerful and incredible.

If you can kill it.

At least tens of thousands of experience, right?

After thinking about it, Roy reluctantly took out a rose-cut aqua blue diamond from his bosom - Freya's treasure, the diamond of passion.

It was about the size of a fist, and its shining light was as dazzling as the summer sky.

It was shaking violently.

Time to go back.

If he continued to stay, Freya and Goddess Melitelli would think that he had broken his promise and fled to another world to avoid Hoarfrost, and there might be another trouble.

Anyway, the bloodline imprint is the space coordinates, Da Kedeng can completely solve the troubles in the world of demon hunters, and I will meet these fog monsters later.

Roy made up his mind and opened the second door to the world (guarding and blessing, twice a day).

A tentacle fell from the sky and rolled over with thunder.

Swah——

The scarlet sword flashed.

The tentacles split into two, falling to the ground and turning into billowing white smoke.

Bechymos roared angrily and swung through the fog like a tsunami!

But when it moved its six long legs, it walked over in a jolt.

The ant-like prey has disappeared without a trace.

No.20 The end of the three volumes is another beginning

Invitation to Chapter 1 meeting

Thaned Island, side hall of Rorsha Palace.

Principal Tissaya sat in a chair beside the round table with her eyes closed. The obsidian amulet on her chest projected colorful flashes, and milky white spheres flew out of the flashes abruptly, floating above the round table.

When she finished chanting the last spell out of breath, the balls of light flew to the top of the remaining seats by the table.

The light and shadow changed into blurred shadows with flickering glimmers, and the outlines and colors quickly became clear, forming clear figures one by one——

All of their necks are hung with halostone, obsidian, and silver magic amulets, and they have light and thin dresses, gorgeous makeup, and graceful postures.

But at this moment, the sorceresses had consumed a lot of magic power due to mind projection, and the rouge and lipstick on their faces were wet with sweat, giving them a blush.

"Is everyone here?" Tishaya asked,

"It's just Demawi's advisor Radcliffe." Philippa Erhart, the Redanian royal advisor in the projection, leaned slightly, pretending to show her expensive jewelry to her colleagues inadvertently. lace dress, and looked around with satisfaction—

Sabina, the magic advisor to King Kaedwin Henselt, raised her chin slightly, and her long fiery red hair fell into the proud scenery at the low-cut neckline.

Triss made eye contact with Keira Metz, who was also the royal advisor to Temeria, with a serious face.

Yennefer of Van Gerberg was wearing exquisite black and white clothing, her violet eyes and pale tapered face shone with a delicate and moving luster, her complexion was surprisingly good, and she didn't know what happy event she had recently.

Kevier and Queen Povis's good friend Sile de Tanshavillier wore a long black velvet dress and a silver leather neckerchief. They folded their arms and fell into deep thought, guessing the purpose of today's meeting.

Not far from her, Rita Nieder, who resigned from her job as the Royal Counselor of Kerak many years ago and joined the Brotherhood of Witchers, has coral-colored lips gleaming under the magic light, and her blue eyes are staring unblinkingly at the projection mirror. The elven sorceress Francesca Findaby.

This girl was dressed in a bright red dress, with elf-style blush around her eyes, and her temperament was as elegant and noble as an orchid in an empty valley.