God-level Demon Hunter

"It's not the style of a decent person to gossip behind your back."

Yennefer quietly walked out from behind the saffron curtain, her violet eyes calmly looked at the two favorites of King Vizmir.

She heard it!

Philippa's face turned pale, a lot of thoughts turned in her mind, and she carefully looked at the other person's expression.

No, she already knew about tonight's hidden show!

Dijkstra took a deep breath, the fat on his chest was about to unbutton his shirt, and his left hand was quietly stretched to the back of his waist, but when he noticed the white-haired man following the female sorceress, he relaxed again with a bitter face. Hands down, showing off your weapons in front of combat experts is tantamount to suicide.

"Don't be nervous, you two. Although I have a quarter of elf blood, I don't plan to help the Scoia'tael against their colleagues in the north." Yennefer's violet eyes shone with irony, "Ms. Philippa, please Release your pinky finger to dissipate the magic. Don't let an ill-timed spell spoil a friendly exchange."

Philippa sighed, and exchanged glances with the fat man beside her,

"Who leaked the secret, Keira Metz's big mouth, or Triss?"

"It's not important... What's important is that Shaned Island is a temple of magic, and there should be no bloody conflicts due to differences in political positions!"

With raven-like black hair flicking behind her head, Yennefer said in a deep voice,

"But your reckless plan to curry favor with the kings of the north is creating a great war... Countless colleagues will be injured, and even Arethusa, the monument of the magic world that has stood for thousands of years, will be implicated and become A ruin."

"You're teaching me how to do things, Yena?"

Philippa glared at her.

"You have always been a smart person, why can't you see the current situation clearly..." Philippa glanced through the cracks in the curtain, and scanned the bustling crowd in the ballroom, "more than half of them are my loyal allies, defenders of the north , including your former lover Dethmo."

"Once it is activated, all the traitors can be reduced to prisoners in an instant... And you only have, tsk tsk, three warlocks, and three demon hunters. The contrast between strength and weakness is so stark, what right do you have to talk to me like that? "

She giggled and stretched out her hand to brush the dust off the chest of Yennefer's black silk dress, like a queen who cares about her courtiers,

"There are only two ways in front of you, join our action! Or get caught immediately, and when the matter is resolved, I will give you a chance to prove your innocence in front of all your colleagues in the north."

Yennefer raised his chin slightly to express his opinion silently. Geralt seemed to have received some order, took a step back, twisted his waist, and clenched his right hand into a fist the size of a sandbag.

"Hey, buddy, I know your skills are very powerful, but how fast can you be as fast as magic?" There was a warning smile on Mi Tanzi's fat face, his small eyes were flooded with flesh, "Dare to do it, be careful that this one is used to please women His handsome face was burned into a briquette."

"One more word, believe it or not, I kicked and broke your leg?!"

Dijkstra's mouth twitched.

Yennefer patted Geralt on the shoulder reassuringly,

"As I said, we do not support the South. But I must advise you that your actions should be limited."

Philippa's face darkened.

"You like to stand on the moral high ground and criticize others so much, why don't you persuade the traitors in the hall to surrender?"

"I'm planning to do that. But I'm afraid the process won't be friendly—if you don't want to suffer, just stay by my side and follow my instructions."

"Ye Na, you have long given up your qualifications for the council, and you are no longer serving as a royal advisor. You have neither status nor power. What gave you the confidence to speak nonsense in front of me."

Philippa sneered and shook her head disdainfully,

"Proud Madam Redania Royal Advisor, I've always wanted to tell you something, you don't think you are the only one who has allies, do you?"

A strong sense of revenge surged in Ye Naifa's heart, and he turned his head to look out the window. A few dark figures that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye crossed the night sky ghostly.

……

The sound of footsteps in the hall was continuous, the air was rippling, and the silk fabric of the dress was rustling. The warlocks who smelled of various wines crowded one after another, some whispered while biting their ears, and some laughed.

Gerhardt of Ella wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his cheeks were asphyxiated blue, his breathing was heavy, and he stroked his violently heaving chest with one hand.

After all, human beings are not long-lived elves. Even with the support of magical transformation, five hundred years old has reached the limit, but a few hours of dinner has exhausted him.

Tishaya patted him on the back, and looked apologetically at Rita Nieder and Triss who came together, "Please forgive me, Mr. Gerhardt has a weak heart, so I can't chat with you for too long. "

"It's okay, we're just here to make a suggestion."

Triss glanced slowly over Margarita, Tishaya, and Gerhardt of Eller, the neutral warlocks with the highest status in the three associations.

"Wait a minute, in order to prevent Mr. Gerhardt from having a heart attack, please call Ms. Mattie Sodergren, who is proficient in medical skills, and be ready to rescue him at any time."

Tissaya thought for a while, and followed her words,

"Coral, Triss, thank you for your concern. But why did you bring this up suddenly? Do you know something inside?" Arethusa's principal asked in a low voice, "Someone wants to break the rules and do something on the island?"

No, not people.

Coral and Triss said something in their hearts.

"Wait, what is that, seagull?" Gerhardt suddenly looked at the night sky outside the window, "Tissaia, isn't Aretuza's protective circle able to isolate all bats, insects, and birds, how can a few seagulls near the palace?"

"No, I can feel that everything is normal, and there is no problem with the operation of the magic circle... Are you dazzled?"

Principal Aretuza looked out the window, his voice stopped abruptly, and his expression fell into deep confusion.

……

"I have an ominous premonition—our plan has leaked out!" Alto Terranova turned his head uneasily, circling in circles, and with his short and fat body, he seemed to be probing his head on the grassland, zooming in A hundred times the groundhog.

"Should I call out Francesca and do it immediately?"

"It's too risky to do it now. It's better to wait until everyone enters Garstang Palace tomorrow... The anti-magic barrier will take effect, and then our Scoia'tael allies can show their talents." Fikat, the royal advisor of Temeria, looked around warily. Nervous like dynamite on fire,

"It's risky, but it's better than being arrested. Think about it, a high-ranking wizard, an adviser to the king of Fu, but became Emhyr's spy, what will happen if the plan is revealed? What awaits us will be Trito. grid gallows."

"Keep your voice down! Under the pillar on the left, a mutant with three-color pupils is watching us secretly. What is he trying to do?"

"Don't worry about that guy, what outrageous things can he do under the watchful eyes of everyone? Wait, this is... what sound, did you hear it?"

puff-

hiss--

There was a strange crash and a sharp cry from outside the hall.

The two traitors looked out the window.

At the same time, among the warlocks who were drinking, playing Gwent, chatting, passionately kissing in the banquet hall... in various forms of entertainment, a few sporadic people also noticed this voice.

"Something is flying outside!"

Leaning against the window, a man as thin as a bamboo pole in a loose robe hiccupped, then was startled, and a strange thing flew into view-black down, membranous wings, scarlet eyes , and the fangs in the bloody mouth.

"It's a bat!" Dorrigalei, a naturalist from Cidaris, put down his red wine glass and exclaimed, "How come I didn't find out a few years ago that there is such a rare species that has never been seen before in Thaned Island? !"

Linus Pete adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with fiery eyes, "Why don't you use a spell to help me catch a few and bring them back to the Bull Castle?!"

"You two have unique hobbies, hiccup... this bat is bigger than a human head, and the fangs may be highly poisonous." The thin mage by the window shook his head, suddenly his face became strange,

"Damn, why are there more and more, this is not normal! Be careful, everyone be careful!"

A series of bewitching red lights flew out in the night, and dense shadows pulsated in the darkness.

The sea roared, and the waves smashed against the walls of Thanedd.

And the brightly lit Arethusa Palace suddenly became dim.

Thousands of bats gathered in groups at night, blocking the bright moonlight cast in the sky, covering the glittering multicolored glass windows on the palace wall, as if covering the disc-shaped Arethusa Palace with a thick strip. black scarf.

They came so silently, without revealing any fluctuations of magic power, that the warlocks didn't notice until they were close at hand.

But it's too late!

Zizi!

Ultrasonic waves swing through the night sky like heavy hammers.

Screams exploded from all directions, the magic power of hell and the abyss surged out, the exquisite flower windows crackled and shattered, the ivy and grape vines wrapped around the palace wall broke, and glass shards and vines fell all over the ground.

Earthquake-like fluctuations spread from the statues of Saturn and Nymphs at the entrance of the palace to the hall.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling shook violently, and the flames on the magic candlestick flickered, reflecting pale and painful faces.

The sorcerer, who had no time to prepare, was hit in an instant, swaying around as if drunk, and fell down on the spot.

"Marty, save Gerhardt, he's having a heart attack and he's dying!" Tissaia yelled hoarsely in the confusion.

Godsend opportunity!

Fikat and Aalto shook their dizzy heads, seeing that no one was paying attention around them, they waved their hands, and a suffocating chaotic energy emerged from their palms!

boom!

Griffin Cohen, who had been staring at the two traitors for a long time, threw Alder, which dispelled the brewing magic, and then jumped forward like a cheetah in the grass, and hit Alder with an uppercut. His chin was lifted, and the dwarf's head jerked back, and he flew powerlessly two meters and fell on the lap of a colleague, with blood spurting from his nose and mouth.

"The witcher has killed!"

Fikat yelled and threw a fireball. The scorching flames whizzed and dazzled the eye, but it flew five meters away and ignited a tapestry embroidered with sailboats on the wall of the palace. He had no time for the second spell. A fist gets bigger and bigger in the pupil.

puff!

Fikat stared at Venus, and lost consciousness in a cloud of mist.

In the next second, a swarm of dark bats flew into the hall brazenly.

A few quick-response mages reluctantly fought back, throwing colorful rays and energy balls at them, but they seemed to hit the air, pass through, and quickly faded and annihilated into nothingness.

In a hurry, the wizards didn't have time to release large-scale spells, and they were even more worried about affecting their colleagues around them. Therefore, the spread of the bat swarm was unstoppable, covering everyone's heads in the blink of an eye-massive black clouds fell head-on.

A few glaring flames flashed in the hall, the sound lingered in the abyss of exclamation, the magic aura was disillusioned, heavy impacts, screams of fear, and painful murmurs of wizards followed one after another.

Tables and chairs were flying all over the place, and the floor was full of drinks.

The entire banquet hall was in chaos.

But only five seconds.

The riot ended, and the air was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Arethusa Palace was plunged into a thick and cold darkness, making it difficult to see.

But soon these wriggling darkness gathered into a series of thin and tall people - all in black cloaks, with sickly pale cheeks, scarlet lips, and slender figures, quietly sticking behind every participant like a shadow.

Not long ago, the sorcerer who was talking and laughing, the most elite mage in the north, was taken away without any resistance, and became a prisoner, standing motionless in place.

It was difficult for the mages to move their fingers, and they could only stare in vain with terrified eyes to appreciate the absurd and terrifying scene in front of them——

Not even the cruelest battle of Solden Mountain could cause the association to suffer such a heavy blow!

The whole army was wiped out.

blah blah blah!

The sound of unhurried footsteps suddenly sounded, and each step seemed to be stepping on the apex of the wizards' hearts.

All eyes turned.

Demon hunter Roy walked out of the remote corridor, with his hands behind his back, his face calm and calm.

It's like taking a walk in your own yard.

The group of mysterious and powerful men in black bowed sideways to him one after another, with a respectful and humble attitude, and took the initiative to give way to a passage that went straight into the center of the hall.

Francesca dragged her dark green dress, followed closely behind, her pretty face was still calm, but her messy steps and rapid breathing showed that she was in a strange mood.

"I like to speak with strength."

She suddenly understood what the witcher meant.

Chapter 8 The Dust Settles

Most wizards still have the impression of demon hunters from a century ago. In their eyes, these so-called mutants are just a kind of outdated experimental material that should have been eliminated long ago.

Demon hunters have always been ignored by both humans and mage groups, bearing contempt and infamy. No matter which country they are in, they belong to the marginal group with low status.

Although they are highly skilled and frequently slay powerful monsters all over the world, what they possess is only reckless force, and they are not worthy to be compared with the elegant and noble spellcasters who master the energy of chaos.

The efforts of the Witcher Brotherhood in the past few years have only scratched a corner of the mountain of these prejudices.

But now, at this very moment, hundreds of mages in Arethusa Palace are watching the black-haired and silver-eyed demon hunter in the center.

The stubborn impression in my heart was shattered!

The arrogance and dignity of the spellcaster were trampled into the soil by someone who was once looked down upon.

A crushing defeat!

If it wasn't for being held down by the invisible magic power, some of them might have killed themselves because of anger and shame!

Roy ignored all the strange attentions and snapped his fingers casually.