The Divine Hunter

The ugly half-murloc priest didn't realize at the first time that the two witchers had escaped her control and were still chanting the evil incantations.

Between lips opening and closing, this hunchbacked old murloc should wave his bone staff in a mysterious rhythm, and jump back and forth on the ground with his left and right flippers. The bone necklaces on his neck and wrist make a sound of "Ling Ling", dancing in a funny and eerie dance. Primitive dance.

The altar is like a Venus flytrap that exudes fatal temptation. The knights are the insects that are attracted, but they move as slowly as a snail, and there is still a long distance from the central altar.

Roy gave Leto a look, took out a fist-sized black bomb from his personal space, and weighed it.

"Bastard, dance in the flames!"

With a light toss, the dancing star drew a graceful arc in mid-air and landed at the feet of the half-murloc priest. With a crisp sound, a cloud of white smoke rose into the air and engulfed its body. Body.

The sound of the incantation could not help but linger.

"Wow wow..." The half-murloc priest let out a sharp roar, and was engulfed by the dazzling fire.

The entire vicinity of the altar instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire, and a sky-shattering explosion sounded in the forest.

After the spell ended and there was a huge movement, the puppet-shaped knights shuddered and finally woke up from their dreams. They opened their eyes in confusion, but there was still a hint of intoxication on their faces.

It seems that he is still reminiscing about that strange dream.

At this time, a screaming flame figure rushed out of the explosion area and rushed towards the witcher on the other side...

Roy continued to pull the trigger with a calm expression, and in the continuous vibration of the bowstring, several arrows penetrated its head almost simultaneously.

Three seconds later, the flame figure fell at the witcher's feet with the aroma of burnt and roasted meat.

"Kill the fallen half-murloc priest, experience +100."

Roy put out another Igni seal to extinguish the flame, and then the long sword turned over the body, revealing the hideous and charred catfish head of the half-murloc priest.

"What happened, I'm dreaming?" Princess Yada's narrow eyes turned to the witcher, her pretty face was lost,

"I clearly saw Jasmine," a white rose knight muttered to himself, "Poor Jasmine died as soon as she gave birth to little Cole. Just now our family was reunited again..."

"My old mother, who died from whooping cough, came back to life and made my favorite chickpea soup..."

"My little Tom escaped from the human traffickers and is acting like a spoiled brat to me..." The knights said in a snarky manner, not seeming to be separated from their imaginations.

"It's all fake, wake up, idiots!" Leto roared, kicking the corpse of the murloc in front of everyone, "See clearly, it's this ugly thing that casts spells and hypnotizes you!"

"It's over now, stop your daydreaming!"

"Is it all fake? We were collectively hypnotized?"

Yada stared at the half-murloc's corpse with a complicated expression, her tone full of disbelief. "But even the most brilliant warlock in the palace can't hypnotize everyone at once!"

"It should have something to do with the altar..." the witcher said firmly. "This altar has some unknown magic power that can bless the magical effect of believers."

"Even if it's a lie, a daydream..." A knight looked sad and interrupted him, "If I can stay in it forever, I'm willing."

"I remember very clearly, it was definitely not a dream," a middle-aged knight with a beard suddenly shouted, "It must have happened exactly."

"It's God!" A frenzy suddenly appeared in his eyes, "God has fulfilled our wish with mighty power!"

this moment,

The faces of more soldiers showed approval.

The witcher shook his head, knowing that persuasion was useless.

"Now the only guardian is gone. Just take the altar straight away!"

At this moment, the smoke from the explosion dissipated, the flames disappeared, and the pool of flesh-and-blood vines wrapped around the outer shell of the altar was blown beyond recognition.

However, the altar is still firm and unharmed - without the cover of flesh and blood, you can clearly see that the gray-white granite of the main body is carved with strange patterns like tadpoles crawling around.

The two walked to the altar, only to find that there was a dark hole in the center of the altar, the size of which was almost just enough to accommodate a person's body, like a well.

He looked curiously into the "wellhead". With the witcher's extraordinary vision, he could only see pure darkness. He patted the edge of the altar with Guvihir, and the blade collided with it, sending out A crunch.

Lesuo's face became ugly when he saw this,

"This thing is very strong, and alchemy bombs can't handle it. You have to use a lot of gunpowder."

...

"Destroy the altar?" Yada, who was standing behind Roy, bit her red lips and hesitated. Her attitude had completely changed, and she was not as determined as at the beginning.

When she thought of that dream-like scene, there was another mist in her long and narrow eyes - it was a wish she had hidden in her heart that was basically impossible to achieve, but in the daydream described by this witcher , she has reached the peak, she has gained supreme rights, and she feels extremely satisfied.

And the reality of this daydream is unbelievably real, definitely not to the point where smoking herbs, or other psychedelic drugs, can achieve.

"It couldn't be more perfect..."

More than half of the more than forty knights had the same idea, and they were more fascinated than Yada.

They realize their deepest desires from their imaginations.

And the witcher ended all of this, destroying all beauty... Quietly, some of the knights looked at the witcher's back with sharp eyes.

"I said what are you still dawdling at?" Roy turned around, but seeing that everyone was still motionless, he couldn't help scolding sharply!

And the tall witcher also stood beside him, his eyes showing vigilance.

"Master, something happened to Knight Clays..." A knight suddenly pointed at his companion's back and exclaimed, "There's something growing on his neck!"

"What?" Roy glanced at the knight who was indicted, and his face changed suddenly. The knight's eyes were densely bloodshot, and a few black fish scales grew on his neck and exposed wrists.

And his facial features have also undergone some subtle changes, the forehead is slightly sunken, and the eyes, mouth and chin are raised in an arc.

You can't even notice it if you don't pay attention.

The most terrifying thing is the state of this knight. In the observation, his original weak state disappeared, and instead it became another bright red state "transformation"!

Transformation: The influence of the mysterious magnetic field has accumulated to the limit. After listening to the bewitching words of the followers of the Heretic God, your body and mind have been distorted.

Your will is less than 6, and you begin to formally transform into the Fallen.

Roy quickly swept across the crowd beside the knight, his heart skipped a beat,

"Those who can understand me now, retreat immediately, leave this damn place, leave this forest! Hurry up! If you don't want to die, hurry up!"

"What's the matter, Master?"

"That person is about to become a monster!" Roy's voice trembled slightly, "If he doesn't leave, none of them can escape!"

The sane knight was startled by these words, and moved outward in surprise, while Roy rushed forward and pushed the dazed Princess Yada against his shoulders.

"There's still help, she hasn't started transforming yet!"

On the other side, behind the bald-headed Han Dynasty, he followed closely, retreated into the woods, and fled wildly!

The transformation of the group of knights continued, their eyes became dull, and they stood quietly in front of the altar, without any intention of chasing.

They dropped their weapons, took off their armor, and bowed their heads, their naked bodies twitching, every inch of joints and bones twisting slowly and eerily.

The hair on the skin surface fell off, scales emerged, and the coccyx was broken open, and the bright red flesh stretched out a dark brown fish tail.

Their fingers and toes became thicker and shorter, separated by a thick layer of webs, and their bodies became stooped, with a huge hump back raised.

Their heads, from the neck outwards, extruded a dark red fish head.

And the light of sanity was completely hidden from the bulging white eyeballs.

From the well in the center, a stream of dark water rose up, flying and circling in the air, forming a huge black shadow.

It has no exact appearance, its dark body is constantly changing like mist, and its round and scarlet eyes are terrifying like an abyss.

Countless thin black lines jumped into the body of the Transformer Gate from the shadows, connecting them as one, as if they were being drawn, and at the same time, they were being given.