The Divine Hunter

"Grumble rumble..."

There was a continuous swallowing sound in the cave.

Each of the five witchers drank a bottle of "Cat", and the blood vessels crawled up their cheeks.

The five pairs of different-colored vertical pupils slowly turned, like beasts glowing in the night.

The potion took effect, and the dark and blurred vision became as clear as day.

Roy looked around, narrow caves, rugged rocks, dense stalactites hanging upside down on the top of the cave, and small oval fungus plants everywhere.

An even more gloomy aura was blowing from an unfathomable place, as if there were indescribable horrors hidden in the darkness.

Roy made a silent gesture, and the five of them immediately restrained their breathing and put their toes on their toes.

Transform into a cat that sneaks up on its prey and move forward silently.

Only two minutes into the cave, the five people passed through a narrow tunnel and entered a spacious, flat, empty, square-like place.

Not far away, man-made gorgeous stone pillars loomed, and the ground was also paved with dilapidated marble slabs, and an extinguished brazier was placed at intervals.

This is clearly a place that has been abandoned by humans.

The five people hid behind the rock pillar, their eyes continued to turn, and they crossed a long-dry fountain in the center of the dark square, and then went to the side, suddenly shrinking into a prism.

A pitch-black behemoth stood quietly beside the fountain.

It has human limbs and a head, at least three meters in height, and its sturdy body is full of pressure.

The whole body was wrapped with circles of fluorescent bands, engraved with dense, esoteric and obscure magical runes.

On the limbs and forehead, there are charcoal-like pillars growing.

The image is simple, grotesque, and terrifying.

Clay Golem

Status: Guard (It faithfully guards this place, driving and killing all intruders.)

life value:?

Attributes:

strength:?

Agility: 12

constitution:?

Perception: 10

Will: none

Charisma: 4

Spirit: 20

Skill:

Body of Clay (Passive Curing):

As a creation of clay and magic,

It has infinite strength, thick skin and flesh, and +10 in physique and strength.

Clay golems do not need food and water. The core of the golem and the magic runes on the body surface will automatically absorb free elements from the air, providing energy for continuous operation.

Immune to all mental disorders such as fear, and immune to bleeding, fire, and poison.

Sensitive to strong acids.

…

hiss--

Roy's eyelids jumped when he looked at the long list of immune words. I am very fortunate that I called my teammates, and if I ran down to fight it alone, I would definitely be beaten badly.

After all, this guy is rough and fleshy, and he chopped with a weapon alone, but he didn't kill it, and it was estimated that he had to exhaust himself first.

And it has no will property, simply put, it is rock solid and unshakable.

The witcher doesn't think the hidden trump card, the shock shock, can work on the golem!

...

This thing is too conspicuous, and the four well-informed older witchers recognized its identity at a glance, and their faces were either solemn or excited.

This amounts to common sense.

Many powerful warlocks like to buy or make golems themselves to serve as loyal guards.

Compared to another cost-effective bodyguard troll, the golem is expensive to make, but doesn't require a steady supply of food.

Even more rigid and sluggish, unable to communicate with the master, but because of the lack of oil and salt, he will not be coaxed by a human with sharp teeth and sharp mouths like a foolish troll.

This means that this battle cannot be avoided.

The bald-headed man pondered for two seconds, took out the body-shaped sword oil for the modified creature from the space ring, and distributed it.

Refining the body oil only requires two common ingredients, dog fat and hairball mushrooms, so the witcher has always kept it in the space, ready to use.

Take the sword oil.

The five witchers were cross-legged on the ground, smearing the smooth sides of their swords with smooth ointment according to their own rhythm.

The movements of the arms are obviously uneven, but there is an indescribable sense of harmony.

"Grumbling..."

One bottle of Thunder.

On the cheeks, the jet-black blood vessels that look like terminal illnesses are even thicker.

After drinking, the bald man drew a symbol of the Alpha Seal on the ground with his fingertips, and then pointed to himself, Ox, Serrit... Roy.

Arrange the release sequence.

Lips opened and closed, silently making a few mouth shapes,

"Dodge the charge!"

If such a behemoth launches a sprint, the impact is probably no less than that of a petrified lizard, and no one present can compete head-on.

Everyone nodded, and invariably outlined their five fingers, releasing a pale yellow light that circulated around their bodies.

Roy took out the hooded Golphin Big Orange again and ordered it to stay where it was.

Everything is ready now.

The bald-headed man with a sullen face rushed forward, followed by four companions, divided into different directions, and rushed forward like a gust of wind, surrounding the behemoth in the center.

In the darkness, five pairs of beast pupils flashed fluorescent light.

It was like a pack of wolves hunting lions by night.

The golem was instantly awakened by the change, and the runes on the bloated body were engraved with light.

"Ouch—" It shook its body and let out a dull growl.

The whole cave shook in the echoes.

However, before it could make a move, the bald man's muscular and knotted arm suddenly pushed forward!

"boom!"

The air vibrated, and the powerful impact pushed the golem to a staggering, unbalanced body.

Immediately, the purple magic circle rose into the air, and an Arden magic circle further weakened the speed and response of the golem.

The witchers on all sides launched a frantic attack.

The silver sword wrapped in sword oil drew an afterimage all over the sky.

Sparks fly.

A series of "puff puff" sounds sounded, and countless sharp knives rubbed against the hard ceramic, but could not reach the inside.

"Whoo-woo-"

The huge shield-like arm was as fast as a thunderbolt, and it swung to the sides to open several silver swords.

The golem suddenly raised its neck and howled, and the dark and heavy body was unusually silent, tightened, and made an obvious posture of accumulating power.

"boom--"

The air blew again, and Oaks slammed Alder into its broad back.

The charging was interrupted directly, and the golem took two steps forward awkwardly and awkwardly.

The witchers seized the opportunity and bombarded indiscriminately with silver swords and French seals.

And so on and on.

The five people's seals cooperated tacitly, and the golem was set to be beaten in place, and it was almost impossible to attack once.

After five rounds.

Witchers consume more than half of their mana.

The speed of the golem is visibly reduced.

The rune light around him was dim, the hard clay skin was riddled with holes, and it was close to running out of oil.

Xu is a program made by the creator, before it is destroyed, it makes a fatal blow.

The golem broke free from Arden's shackles and jumped up suddenly.

Fall!

Dust overflowed, and a powerful shock wave pushed all five witchers away.

Then, the wooden face covered with runes turned to the witcher with dark golden pupils.

The huge body burst out with unprecedented speed!

Two meters away, a huge warning sign rose in Roy's heart.

Hill-like shadows descended head-on.

The strong wind blew black hair and fluttered, and his face was tense.

Less than half a second.

It was too late to dodge, or even to call out the hand crossbow and start flashing.

But his mount is still sitting obediently in the distance - teleportation!

"Shh-"

The huge figure smashed into a shadow.

The shape of the witcher melted into the air at once, and reappeared, already standing in the far corner of the cave, beside Golphin Daju, who was squatting on the ground.

"Meow?" The cat Amber looked at the owner suspiciously, and pulled his trouser legs with his claws.

Roy almost survived, full of anger at the golem who was clumsily holding his body in the distance, and pulled the trigger continuously.

"Whoosh whoosh—" Three arrows in a row.

The golem finally exhausted its last life and crashed to the ground.

"Kill the clay golem, experience +50... Demon Hunter Lv7 (1180/4500)."

…

"Hey, it shouldn't be... Why is the experience so low?" Roy picked up Golphin, wiped his cold sweat, and followed the crowd towards the wreckage of the golem with a surprised expression on his face.

"Does this big man have no soul, or is the soul incomplete? Is there a body in the void?"

Artificially modified life, Construct, is that the case?

On the other side, Oaks had already taken out three trophies from the wreckage, and everyone's eyes could not help being attracted by one of the reddish-brown objects with a smooth surface, as hard as jade and shaped like a heart.

"The most valuable thing is the core of this golem, which is worth hundreds of kroner. It is sold to warlocks. It will soon be possible to use it to start a new life and create a second golem."

Serrit explained, "But the essence of this monster, and the dust of the wheel are not bad."

"Can this... monster essence be given to me?" Owl made a rare and coy request, "The cat pie herbal decoction formula, just needs to use this stuff, I want to keep it for Carl."

"This is yours!"

The Serpent Witchers have no objection.

After Roy put away the remaining two things, he sat down with his knees crossed and meditated with everyone to restore the lost magic and physical energy.

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