The Divine Hunter

Kyle Siren, a dark room.

The moonlight through the crack of the window shone on a quiet face on the wooden bed against the wall.

The witcher was closing his eyes lightly, sitting cross-legged on the head of the bed, relaxed and in a meditative posture.

A small white dog with a tiger's head and a head is crawling on his knees.

The soft fluff on its stomach quivered slightly in the breeze that came suddenly at night.

The little white dog turned up on its back, its nose made a "chirp" purr, and its four spread legs twitched from time to time.

Everything is quiet and beautiful.

until a certain moment.

The wind suddenly picked up, blowing the blue-gray curtains back.

The moonlight is like water, permeating into the whole room.

A black circular outline appeared eerily above the illuminated floor.

It grows outward, swells rapidly, and wriggles violently like thick silt.

Eyes, ears, nose, nose, slender limbs, and the double swords behind him gradually became clear—a humanoid creature whose entire body, including the facial features, was dark and blurred, appeared silently in the room.

He stood up from a kneeling position, pressing his right hand on the hilt of the sword behind him.

The moonlight fell on him, absorbed by the invisible vortex.

"Buzz..."

A viper-shaped badge suddenly vibrated.

The cold light of dark gold and silver gray flashed across the dim room.

The witcher meditating on the bed leaped up like lightning.

Goerfin gave a "wang", followed by turning over and hiding in the corner of the wall.

Roy stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a hand crossbow with a cold and hard appearance appeared in the void.

He stared at the eerie shadow without a word

, the index finger lightly pulls the trigger, and the wound crossbow arrow is aimed at the opponent.

The eyes became deep!

Costi

Age: 124

Sex: Male

Occupation: Griffin school witcher,

Astral body (being between soul and entity.)

Life: 190

Mana: 260

Attributes:

Strength: 18

Agility: 16

Constitution: 19

Perception: 14

Will: 9

Charisma: 7

Spirit: 26

Skill:

Enhanced Demon Hunter Seal lv3, Alchemy lv8, Meditation lv8, Griffon School Longsword Swordsmanship lv10, Demon Hunter Senses lv9

Griffin Secret Art lv6

Teleportation lv2, magic tricks lv1

Law source (passive curing).

...

"Whoosh-"

As soon as the strange information passed through his mind, Roy pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Almost at the same time, the shadow's two arms made complicated gestures like catkins rippling in the wind.

It was as if five or six hands were continuously drawing circles in mid-air.

Draws huge golden charms with terrifying speed.

The triple enchanted arrows smashed through the void, and a large net of purple electricity appeared in the narrow space of the room.

The magical aura flickered recklessly, hitting the black shadow less than three meters in front of him.

"Boom-"

A bright golden light suddenly erupted.

The sparkling light spot is like a meteor shower across the night sky, broken and splashed.

But it had done its job, and the shadow was unscathed.

The arrow is bounced off by the shield, and at a faster speed, it is reflected in the direction from which it came!

Roy's pupils shrank and rolled on the ground.

The strong wind brushed against his cheeks, cutting off a strand of black-and-grey hair on his temples.

The shadow on the other side was also affected by the stun power above the arrow, and was stunned for a moment!

next second.

The two sides of the confrontation sketched the French seal almost at the same time.

Yakexi vs. Arden!

But Roy's speed in drawing the seal is far slower than that of his opponent. Even if the opponent is using the double seal he learned from Cohen not long ago, the speed is still extraordinary.

The shadow was the first to condense a complete cyan spell.

Send your arms forward.

A charming triangle was reflected in Roy's different-colored iris, and his fingers froze like butterflies.

His eyes were lost, as if he was completely controlled by Fayin, and his whole body was slack and motionless.

The hand crossbow dropped its drooping arm by the way.

And the black shadow made a strange whisper as he took a step closer to him.

The left hand maintains the seal of Axel.

The right hand is raised in front of the body.

After a step, he was less than two meters away from the witcher.

"Shh-"

A dark red sword light rippled in the room, and in front of Roy, Arrondette shredded the air and drew an elliptical arc from left to right.

Center neck.

"Shh-"

The curtain behind it cracked in half.

The vertical pole was cut off and fell into the snow outside the window.

And the moonlight casts a calm face.

The sword bearer Roy's eyes are clear and clear, and he is not affected by the seal at all!

The will that is close to the second stage makes him immune to mind control.

After a sword.

"Shocked!"

Scarlet tentacles dance!

The shadow is bound in place!

Roy Lightning and Flint took the second sword.

Bend, step your left foot forward.

The blade on the right side slashed diagonally against the direction it was swiped with an unparalleled swiftness, and the blade cut through the chest and abdomen of the shadow.

If it is flesh and blood, the head has been separated, and the intestines and blood are surging.

But these two swords have never been stained with a bit of blood.

Roy's hand feedback was extremely strange, as if he was not killing a living person, but the air——

"puff…"

With two hits in a row, it is like a reflection in the water, the night sky is full of stars, and the body surface flashes a vague and strange light, scattered into the void.

Another shadow jumped out from its left side without warning, with its back against the wall by the window,

Hands outline.

Towards the end of the sword, the witcher, who was exhausted, launched a seal.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a bowl-shaped evening primrose in the sky, blooming in the night.

"despair!"

At the same time, a majestic, majestic, cloud-piercing, rock-piercing roar crossed the room and flew outside the room, at the end of the night.

Roy's pupils reflected the crimson talisman against the flames that suddenly hit his head.

The dark red tip of the sword pointed directly at the shadow's eyes.

He gave up the defense, and the blade smashed through a drill, and stabbed forward.

The conflicting parties are united like lovers in a warm embrace.

The blade shatters the shadows.

The endless heat overwhelmed him.

In an instant...

In the room flashed the dazzling fire light that penetrated the ceiling and the ground, the cold light of the blade, the blood light...

Earthquake tremors!

The sound of an explosion, a sound of breaking through the air, a muffled groan, a sigh of relief, suddenly erupted, and suddenly disappeared.

After a second.

The short and fierce battle came to an end.

"Kill Kirsty (spirit)...experience +300, witcher, your skill slaughter is improved——lv6→lv7

Bloody aura: Enemy creatures that enter a 3-meter radius around you and launch an attack have a 20% (locked) probability of being stunned by the killing aura. If the will attribute is not higher than yours, they will temporarily lose the most control over their body. 3 seconds.

Your damage to hunted creatures is permanently increased by 25→30%.

Stunning: Actively release the breath of killing to stun single, multiple, or all targets within 3 meters of the body, and perform a forced will check. If their will is not higher than yours, they will lose control for up to 3 seconds. Cooldown time 3→2 minutes.

Note: This skill will level up with the type and number of creatures you kill.

...

The shadow disappeared, leaving a puddle of smoky blue powder on the ground.

There was only one witcher who was kneeling on one knee with a long sword in the field.

He was also smoking all over.

Severe burns.

"Hmm..." Roy bared his teeth and let out a pained cry, let go of Arondette, and slumped on the ground with his hands.

"Well…"

His expression was extremely embarrassed, and his drooping cheeks were covered with twisted and ugly blood blisters and burns, completely disfigured.

He opened his mouth and let out a puff of black smoke, blood dripping from his teeth.

The flesh and scorched hair on the top of the head merged into one, the cheeks, neck, shoulders and chest were all red, and the skin was cracked, revealing bright red granulation.

The underwear and trousers on his body were charred black, mixed with red blood.

Golphin rushed to him with a frantic barking and licked the blood blister on his palm.

But he was so hot that he stuck out his tongue, and cried out for a while.

"call…"

Even breathing turned into a lingering torture.

Unusual heat accumulated in his body, and there seemed to be a scorching electric current running through his internal organs.

The residual heat of the flame raged inside and outside at the same time, roasting him.

The brain is also a mess.

He had only one thought left—

"upgrade!"

The witcher gains 1 skill point and 1 attribute point.

Will: 18→20.

Your will reaches 20 points, your "Slaughter" skill, its derived "Bloody Breath", "Shock and Stun", and "Suppression" evolve - begin to interfere with reality.

"call--"

A pleasant coolness enveloped his body.

It was as if after being exposed to high temperatures, suddenly soaked in cold water.

Every pore breathes desperately... every cell cheers.

Ugly scars, burns, all disappeared, and the skin was whiter and more delicate than silk.

Endangered health, mana instantly recharged.

Roy stood up again, shaking his wrist and retracting his weapon.

Fingers outline.

Quickly put a Quinn seal on the body and the Helio seal, allowing the golden and dark rays of light to cover the whole body.

The palms rubbed the whole body.

He was stunned when he passed the top of his head.

His hair didn't grow out, and his head was bald.

"Damn, why do you keep doing this!"

…

After confirming that there was no more danger, Roy squatted down to check for suspicious traces.

Even though the dark shadow has turned into a puff of dust, there is still a strong magical light shining in it.

"In Kyle Siren, the territory of the Griffin faction, someone dares to assassinate me?"

"Could it be old Kelda's fault?"

"Firelight from the sky, some kind of mutated double seal, and blessed with 'roar'"

The witcher recalled the breathtaking roar before the blade in his hand stabbed into Sombra's head.

It was just that Igni who blessed "Roar" fell from the sky like a meteor, causing his 300 HP to drop to 20.

near death.

The power is comparable to the impact of a Cyclops.

But he hasn't figured out the result yet.

"Caz—" The door opened.

The moonlight illuminated the figures of the two masters and apprentices of the Griffin faction.

The eyes of the two fell on him - the black and tattered underwear, the shiny forehead, the skin as smooth and lustrous as jade.

"Roy, where's the hair? What was that voice just now?!" Cohen's tricolored pupils turned to his bald forehead, his cheek muscles twitched, his expression was weird, he seemed to want to laugh, and he maintained his seriousness with self-blame,

"Why is it so hot in the room? You can't burn yourself by practicing double Igni seals?"

And old Kelda looked around, glancing at the severed curtains and the wooden railings.

The traces of the flames, the blue powder of the magic power on the ground.

And on the opposite side, the witcher who bowed slightly, his eyes sharp like a knife——

Roy looked at the two slowly.

They were all scrawled in cotton coats, without any weapons, and their expressions were the same as they entered the door.

"If the Griffin faction wants to deal with me, it's not necessary to use such rude means, but directly launch a duel of knights against me."

Roy relaxed again, his attitude softened, and a hint of irony hung on the corner of his mouth, "You two, it's quite absurd to say, someone attacked me just now!"

"what?!"

"You heard that right..." Roy took a deep breath and raised his voice, "To be precise, a Griffin demon hunter attacked me..."

five minutes later.

Cohen examined the pile of ashes in disbelief.

"I've been in Kael Siren for forty years and I've never seen another witcher."

He noticed the scrutiny in Roy's eyes,

"Man, I swear in the honor of the Griffin school, this is none of our business, we don't know anything about it!"

"Otherwise, I will be cast aside by the world forever!"

Cohen glanced at his teacher.

"For the last forty years or so, the only permanent residents of Kyle Siren have been two witchers, me and Cohen. Perhaps there are only two of us, the Griffin faction, left in the world."

Kelda was also looking at the pile of ashes, with vertical lines rising between his eyebrows, "The perpetrator's body is dark, and his facial features can't be seen... It should be in the form of a spirit body."

Kelda stretched her fingers and slid across the air, feeling something, and analyzed, "And she used the double seal technique, and also blessed the 'roar' technique..."

"Ta-" Roy rubbed his cool forehead and tried to repeat the strange syllable, "I remember it read like this..."

Kelda shook his head, his eyes were displeased, as if he saw a student with poor grades, "This is very non-standard, and it lacks some key pronunciation skills, but it is similar to one of the four "roar" place."

"The Igni seal it uses..." Roy recalled, "It didn't drill out from the spell in the palm, but fell from the sky above my head. And it was inevitable, that's why I was in such a miserable state."

"According to your description, this is a variant of the seal... The Griffin faction calls it 'Sky Fire'." Kelda rubbed the beard on his chin and came to a conclusion, "As far as I know, there used to be two people in the faction. A witcher mastering this variant."

"They are called Kirsty, Modan..."

"But it's a pity..." He sighed, "These two died in the avalanche a hundred years ago. Later, I buried them and more than 60 colleagues in the back mountain of Kyle Siren."

"According to what you said, if there is no accident, one of them turned into a spiritual body, triggering the battle tonight."

Roy put his hands around his chest and raised his eyebrows, completely confused now.

...

"So it's the spirits of the seniors that are doing the trick?" Cohen was even more surprised, "But why haven't they appeared for decades, but suddenly appeared tonight and hurt Roy."

"Why aren't they targeting me, the teacher, or Ignatius?"

"Do you consider me an intruder?" Roy thought to himself.

He clearly did nothing, and he never disrespected the Griffin faction.

Cohen continued to question, "The mutated Igni seal is very powerful... Shouldn't you just burn a little hair?"

"Your clothes are all burnt, why you don't have any burns on your skin, it doesn't make sense."

Roy was helpless and couldn't tell him that he almost died and took a chance to live.

He can only shirk to mutation,

"I've gained unimaginable resilience from the grass trials. My body is different from a normal witcher, in terms of how quickly my wounds heal, and I never leave scars."

...

"Enough children, keep your secrets... The traces of the fight in the room can't be faked..." Kelda said, "But the motive of the spirit body is unknown."

"Anyway, just in case..." Kelda pondered, "Tonight, go to Cohen and Igsena's room."

"Stay till morning."

"The old man went to investigate and let you know when there is a result."

"Take me!" Roy's eyes burned with anger,

Inexplicably attacked by someone, and wasted a chance for a full recovery.

This account must be counted!

"No, no, what if there are more than one spirit body?" Kelda said shaking his head, "You will further stimulate them and lead to more unexpected situations."

"Some of the dead old buddies are no weaker than me."

"And don't worry, I'll give you an explanation when you have an accident in Kyle Siren."

Roy was silent for a moment and nodded.

...

After the mutation, everything quickly returned to tranquility.

Cohen's room.

Roy hugged Golphin and sat in a chair in deep thought.

And Cohen hugged Igsena, who was sleeping soundly. Country girl, heart is big.

"Sorry man, I surprised you today."

"This has nothing to do with you..." Roy touched the dog's head, not sleepy, "but I hope you can provide more information."

He paused,

"In the past few decades, have many people come to Kyle Siren as guests?"

Cohen shook his head, "The castle is in a remote location, and the teacher doesn't like to be disturbed frequently. There are only a dozen or so visitors. Most of them are lost travelers, and there are also witchers from other schools."

"Including Master Vesemir."

"Did they have an accident when they spent the night at Kyle Siren?"

Keen's face was very determined, "Except for you, this has never happened!"

...

"Tack, tick, tick..."

In the sound of slow footsteps, an old man carried a candlestick and went down the spiral wooden ladder into the endless darkness.

Keep going, keep going.

To the end, the bottom of the castle.

On a bookshelf, there is a tome covered with delicate and complicated patterns and filled with darkness.

...