The Divine Hunter

"boom!"

The Alpha Seal shattered the white mist, and slammed the two roaring resurrections down.

The other end had already swooped in front of the witcher, his pale arms wrapped around the latter's waist, and his rotten teeth with black blood gnawed at the aorta in his neck.

"Crack!" A sound.

With a terrifyingly huge bite force, the resurrected one bit in the air, but instead knocked one of his front teeth into the air.

It shook its head in confusion.

There was no trace of the target in front of him.

But it was the witcher who put his toes on his toes and turned lightly, overstepping the attack of the resurrected, and going around the blind spot of his vision. The originally slender muscles on his arms instantly bulged and condensed into a stream. The blade swung through the air, raised it high, and slashed down!

Geek!

The next second, Dou Da's ugly head was chopped to the ground.

The headless corpse remained in the squatting position before, the black blood of corruption seeping from the severed neck, and the head on the ground bit the air in vain.

"Ugh..." The witcher breathed a sigh of relief, and the explosion in just a few seconds seemed easy, but it took a lot of his physical strength, sweat dripped from his forehead, and sweat dripped from his armor.

Before I could think about it, the other two monsters that got up came one after another.

The witcher stood there, a small and delicate hand crossbow emerging out of thin air.

The fingers continuously pulled the trigger, until the afterimage appeared, there was no need to pull the string to set the arrow, and there was no need to aim.

"Whizzing--"

When the resurrected person rushed to a distance of less than two meters in front of him, the dark arrow came out of the string twice in a row, hitting the forehead, and a huge force that was close at hand carried it away.

The half arrow scrambled the brain and drilled out half of the back of the skull.

puff!

The corpse fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Gabriel in the witcher's hand changed from a horizontal grip to a vertical grip, slammed into the attacker on the left like a shield, and slammed its face with the hilt of the sword in the other hand.

It screams out of balance,

And the witcher took the opportunity to send a rapier into its pale eyeball.

Dig deep.

The resurrected man did not say a word, his body softened.

Kill the resurrected x3

Experience value +15.

"Fortunately, this thing has no brains."

Roy sighed. If it was replaced by an elite soldier with the same physical fitness and tactical training, he would not be so easy.

The five fingers on the left hand outline the earthy yellow triangle seal, and let Quinn cover the whole body again.

Roy turned his wrist and shook the blood off the sword.

The battle was in full swing, and the phantom of the blood-colored tentacles drilled out from behind and swung coquettishly.

However, the resurrected person who does not have a will is not affected by the tentacles that penetrate the spirit and soul!

The witcher's shape flashed into the white fog and ran along the spot where the groaning came from before.

Although the thick white fog and dim firelight limited his vision, but beyond the perception of ordinary people, he did not have to rely on vision completely.

His ears are listening, his nose is sniffing, and the combined information of sounds and smells is constantly guiding him.

For example, now, ten meters from the left, there is a smell of rancidity and medical preservatives, accompanied by two different footsteps limping and the crisp rattle, the witcher's heart is clear, there are two resurrected people. .

It's a weird feeling.

Although he didn't use his eyes to see, he quickly constructed a map of the nearby monsters in his mind by using his senses of smell and hearing.

"This way!"

The witcher's nose bore a scent of fresh blood, very different from the corrupted blood of the Resurrected.

After taking a few steps out, he heard a clearer gasp, and vaguely saw the outline of a human figure.

Standing motionless against the dark wall.

"Todd?"

Roy used a miniature Alder to temporarily blow away the fog in front of his eyes, and then stared at the other side.

The mercenary was in a much worse state than him. A large piece of flesh was bitten off on his right thigh, his body was covered in blood, his face was pale, and his whole body looked embarrassed.

The scalpel was lost somewhere, and all he had in his hand was the deformed rib opener, covered with dirty flesh, and next to him lay a resurrected man with a smashed skull.

"Shh—" The big bear-like man squatted in the corner, pointed to the left nervously, and made a mute gesture.

The witcher nodded, sat down beside him on tiptoe, and magically threw a potion of marigold, beckoning him to drink it.

And then pointed to myself, all my fingers, (I killed sixteen.)

Pointing at each other with questioning eyes, (How many did you kill?)

Todd stretched out five fingers.

"So there are at least fourteen resurrected people."

The witcher lifted the dull silver sword to the left, but Todd grabbed him nervously and shook his head.

The mouth opened and closed silently.

The witcher read his words from his lips,

"Big stuff?"

"Ding Ding-"

"Ding Ding-"

There was another bell sound in the fog. Unlike before, this time more than a dozen bells vibrated at the same time, as if a group of resurrected people were moving at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, "a head" emerged from the white fog on the left.

"A" is somewhat inaccurate.

It was like a bloated flesh ball that had been smashed into pieces. It was made up of more than a dozen cheeks. A large number of mouths opened and closed at the same time, and saliva, blood and tissue fluid dripped down in a "bae, bae".

The dense nose was pressed to the ground, sniffing like a hound.

Then, a bunch of pale, cloudy eyes, like the compound eyes of flies, turned to the witchers and mercenaries in unison.

Immediately, a larger shadow appeared from the fog, and more than a dozen pairs of deformed hands and feet were grafted on both sides of its body made of different torsos.

It looks like a huge multipedal insect with a human face.

"Giant Avengers

The resurrected who was blown to the head began to look for the remaining body parts, and finally found that others were the best, and the desire to devour made them merge into one, so this monster was born.

Health: 200

Strength: 16 (giant monster +8)

Constitution: 20 (multiple heart constitution +10)

Agility: 10 (multipods +5)

Perception: 14 (omnidirectional perception organ +10)

Will: none

Charisma: 0

Spirit: 2

Skill:

body of the dead

...

"...Is this thing knocking open the iron door and knocking me flying?" The witcher couldn't help grinning. He thought he had seen a lot of disgusting things, but the existence in front of him still refreshed him. three views!

This clearly exists only in nightmares and horror stories!

A suffocating stench enveloped the bodies of the two of them.

Roy grabbed one of Todd's arms, threw him aside while the other party groaned in pain, and then slipped forward at the moment when the shadow covered his body, and got into the gap under the suture monster's head. .

next moment.

The dust filled the air, and a huge hole was knocked into the wall in the loud noise, and several faces on the suture monster's head showed sluggish and dizzy expressions. Obviously, it was not seriously injured by this collision.

Todd, who was lucky to escape, barely supported his body, and couldn't help but gasped. If the flesh and blood were hit, it would probably turn into meat sauce, right?

Roy?

He looked around nervously.

However, a red light suddenly burst out from under the monster, the three feet on the right side were instantly cut off, and a figure soaked in blood rolled out with a sword.

Roy is in bad shape.

He obviously overestimated his skills, avoided the frontal collision of the suture monster, but was still pressed by its huge body on his back, his back was severely swollen and painful, and his internal organs seemed to be damaged, but he took the opportunity to rub the monster's soft chest and abdomen. There was a huge gap between them.

Life was instantly reduced by half.

A bigger crisis is coming.

"activation!"

A coolness surged across his body, like a gentle massage.

Health and mana increased by a third.

Roy is refreshed!

The skin trauma and back pain disappeared instantly, and the skills were almost back to their best condition!

Suffering heavy damage, the monster fell into a violent rage, and the eyes behind his head instantly caught the perpetrator, turned around in an instant, and rushed down towards the witcher.

The latter took a step slower, this time he didn't dodge, the whole person was knocked into the mist, and the yellow light flickered, and the Kunen magic shield around him was broken like a paste, but it still stubbornly offset the final impact force.

The witcher landed safely, staggering, and Gabriel pointed to the behemoth in the mist.

"Whizzing--"

Channel + Stun Arrow.

Several arrows in a row pierced the monster's ugly face.

"Crack-"

The dragon's dream shattered in the corner.

Push your left hand forward!

The raging fiery serpent ignited the mist and white smoke.

"Boom!"

The whole room vibrated in small explosions, mingled with eerie howls of babies sobbing.

Dark golden pupils pierced through the white smoke.

I saw the giant resurrection head full of arrows, like a scorched hedgehog, rolling against the ground and putting out the flames on his body.

Several turbid eyeballs twitched, and indifferent killing intent rushed toward him.

Hand crossbow switched to silver sword.

The witcher added a Quinn sigil.

His face was as calm as water, and the silver sword was placed behind him, like a dragon lizard waving its tail.

Facing the behemoth, he rushed towards the rolling body like a hill.

Leap lightly.

Standing firmly, its mouthy and multi-eyed head jumped up to the body, and the blade in his hand flipped and broke down into the skull.

Arrondette swept along with the witcher's galloping footsteps.

The room was filled with a dark red sword light like a comet.

Jianguang slid across the neck and back along the troll's head, drawing a line of blood over ten meters.

The swordsmanship ends.

The huge and twisted body of the monster fell to the ground with a bang, splitting into left and right halves along the center line of the head.

Kill the giant resurrection

Experience +50

Witcher Lv7 (1900/4500).

"Huh..." Roy collapsed on the ground limp, unable to move a finger.

"Master, we've won?!" Todd limped over with his rib opener, staring at the hideous body on the ground, his face stunned. He was obscured by the fog just now, and he didn't understand the demon hunt. How on earth did man kill this terrifying creature.

"You think I'm easy?! If I don't win, I'll leave you and run for my life!"

Roy breathed out, and was surprised to find that with the death of the giant resurrection, the fog in the entire basement quickly dissipated.

Clear vision was restored.

The two held their weapons in a defensive posture, and looked around with both pairs of eyes.

His expression instantly froze!

The originally messed up corpses, including the huge resurrected one, all disappeared, and they went somewhere, leaving only a thin bloodstain.

As if the killing just now was a complete fantasy.

But the experience gained in Roy's template, Todd's wounds can't be faked!

The two cheered up and walked back to the depths of the morgue again, their faces getting more and more surprised.

As if there was some unpredictable force, all the corpses were returned to their original positions.

The ugly and brutal resurrection who had been showing their teeth and claws before, obediently lay down on the wooden bed and became a corpse.

The eyes of the two finally locked in one direction - the location of Elsa's body.

Roy raised his eyebrows.

The mercenary opened his mouth wide, his expression extremely shocked.

On the surface of the corpse, all the ferocious wounds left by the two people's previous inspections disappeared, and even the pile of hidden objects and ribs originally contained in the plate disappeared.

Where did it go?

Her body regained its full beauty, not a single scar, not a single wound.

Lying quietly on the wooden bed, like a sleeping little princess.

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