The Divine Hunter

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Dim hall.

The words of the four Wingfords were loud and clear.

Lydia, who was lying on the sofa, looked stunned and looked at the expressionless witcher in shock.

Wei Gefortes has painstakingly laid out for decades, and the treasures that he has been seeking are actually flowing in such a mutant body?

"You have the unpredictable power of the blood of the ancients..." The four men looked at the witcher and broke a story, "And you have a close relationship with Ciri and Geralt, and in order to protect her, they chose to fight against Reins... "

"So you helped Sintra behind Ciri? Warn them of the Nilfgaardian invasion through the future glimpsed through the power of insight."

"Causing Sintra to hunt down spies in the city, request support from Foltest, contact the Druids of the Skellige Islands in advance to disperse the sea storm, and set up an ambush in the Manada Valley..."

"It's you who did not kill the five Nilfgaard warlocks!"

"It's you who attacked Marshal Menno Kuhorn during the Battle of Sintra!"

"You nearly ruined my plan!"

The warlock's eyes were bright.

Roy secretly took a deep breath.

The fingers on the back of the waist trembled.

With just a few pictures sent by Lydia, she turned her actions upside down.

worthy of Vigo.

He shook his head and chuckled, "I don't understand what you mean."

"I can't see through your heart, and I can't spy on your destiny. This strange concealment ability is one of the most striking features of the blood of the ancients!"

"It's no use denying you!"

"This is a miracle..." Wigfortes once again praised, "According to the information I have found from ancient books and documents, the blood of the ancients only flows in the lineage of the Cintra lioness Calanthe and her ancestors."

"Then, Your Excellency," Roy interrupted suddenly, "Why don't you take action against Calanthe or Pavetta, but choose Ciri."

This was the question in his heart all along.

Since Calanthe, Pavetta, and Ciri have ancient blood in their bodies.

Why did the warlock keep his eyes on Ciri, and in the beginning, handed over Pavetta to Emhyr as his wife?

...

"It's very simple, the blood concentration of Calanthe and Pavetta is not as good as that of Ciri. I am afraid that this little guy has an atavism phenomenon, and the blood concentration of the ancients has increased abnormally."

"And she's the most suitable age now, and has never given birth."

"The first embryo conceived in her stomach will inherit the purest ancient blood! This is my goal."

Roy's heart froze.

Wei Ge's voice changed,

"And you, a little-known witcher, separated from these three bloodline ones, but gained great power."

"how did you do it?"

His expression was frenzied and eager, indulging in his own rhythm.

"As long as you tell me the answer, I will give you everything you want!"

"Power, money, beauty, power..."

Roy smiled, a man once tempted him like that.

Then he was expelled, away from his side for ten years.

"As I said, it's all due to the blood of the sun."

"Witcher, don't be too greedy."

"You want to keep Ciri safe." Wei Ge paced slowly, the iron rods juggling in his hands, as if he was doing preparatory activities, "If your method helps me realize the grand plan, she will not be hurt!"

"After all, the strength gap between us is as big as the sky. Once a war begins, you will inevitably lose your life." His words were so confident and arrogant.

"You help me obtain the blood of the ancients, and we will work together to control this world as if we were searching for something."

"No, not just the current world, other worlds, we can start this journey of another world side by side!"

"The strongest mage with the strongest witcher."

"Did you feel it?" Wei Ge said excitedly with a splendid arc on the corner of his mouth. "What a glorious prospect this is!"

...

"Sorry, I refuse." Roy looked at the mage with deep fear and contempt.

"Why are your eyes so strange? Did you spy on the secrets of the castle again, my laboratory?"

Roy defaults.

Wei Ge circled around him as if suddenly realized, and persuaded earnestly, "Roy, you should know that people are naturally divided into three, six and nine."

"People with power can not only control their own destiny, but also control the life and death of others."

"This is the unchanging truth of thousands of worlds."

"The women in my laboratory are weak and pitiful, and many have died, but their sacrifices have allowed me to successfully establish a method for extracting the blood of the ancients."

"They died with great significance!"

Wigfortz's tone was full of reason.

"You, as the son of the ancient blood, don't let the flood of sympathy affect your ambition and will."

"This argument sounds reasonable." Roy nodded and shook his head again, "Unfortunately, one crucial thing is missing."

"What?" The four warlocks raised their eyebrows and leaned forward slightly, showing a posture of listening intently.

"Humanity." Roy looked directly at the mage in his left hand, and his fingers clacked together, "Wiggoforts, do you think you are a god? Why do you deprive an irrelevant person of the right to live? They arrest them, use compulsive means to make them give birth to offspring, hurt and torture them...just to establish your cruel theory! You have gone crazy!"

Wei Ge was not angry, but smiled slightly, with mockery in his smile, "I heard that right? You, a wandering mutant, and I, a master of magic and a member of the wizarding society, discuss human nature."

"What a noble virtue."

"What happened in Novigrad hasn't made you recognize the reality?!"

"You talk to those ordinary people about human nature."

"They see you as a beast of a flood and insult you with swearing, prejudice, and prejudice!"

"If that's the case, why don't you fulfill them?"

"Fuck humanity!"

"This is just an excuse for my cowardice!"

"Son of the ancient bloodline, you shouldn't be bound by it. Life is a game of chess. Since you are qualified to be a chess player, you should devote yourself to it and don't be swayed by foreign objects." The four warlocks surrounded Roy, and they were already far away He was so close that he almost stepped into the cordon. He held the iron rod in one hand and stretched out the other hand towards the witcher.

"Join me, let go of your hands and feet, and do a great cause with me that will shock the world!"

"Don't worry, you're not a virgin, or even a woman, so naturally you can't provide me with an embryo. The theories I've worked so hard to study have no effect on you, and I won't hurt you."

...

"Wigfortz, your suggestion is very tempting." Roy said sincerely, covering his face and taking a deep breath, with the excitement and hesitation on his face undisguised.

If the person he met at the beginning of this world was not Leto, but Vigo.

Under the guidance of this powerful, arrogant, egoistic mage, he may embark on a very different path.

But right now, it's not his choice.

"But I refuse."

"why?"

"Because I have friends, relatives, and people I love. Love is the bottom line of human nature, and you made me lose it?"

"I'm worried that once I lose the bottom line, I'll never be able to look back." Roy had a faint struggle in his tone.

"Aha? I understand now, you are still too young and naive! Can't recognize reality!" The mage stared at the witcher on the sofa, his tone unquestionable, "You need a life mentor to guide you."

"I'm coming, how?"

Four eyes facing each other.

A pair of dark eyes full of ambition and desire.

A pair of heterochromatic pupils ignited flames, nourished by abundant fighting intent!

The yellow fortress, the wind blows!

The sparks of the fireplace crackled.

A wriggling, jumping, devil-like blood-colored shadow was projected on the wall!

A huge and friendless octopus jumped out from under the feet of the six people near the sofa.

hula la-

Waving endless, elastic, sucker-shrinking blood-colored arms.

The four mages surrounding Roy maintained a confident look on their faces, and they were caught off guard and wrapped in blood cocoons.

"Shh-"

The air is shredded.

A scarlet sword light flashed across the air.

The four figures under the blood cocoon instantly split into two.

But not a drop of blood splattered.

Only the shattering and disillusionment of "bobobo". The four Wingfords were like punctured bubbles, reflected in the turbulent water.

become nothingness.

The four figures are all illusions.

The witcher's heart sank, his five fingers continuously outlined, the golden and pitch-black magic shield shrouded his body, and a kaleidoscope of Arden's halo circulated under his feet. He clenched his sword and stood in the center of the hall. Searching desperately.

Empty walls, fire, candlesticks, sofa, dining table.

Lydia was severely injured and unable to move.

But just without him.

"Haha, Roy, why don't you listen to me?"

The joking voice of Wigfortes came from all sides of the hall, echoing endlessly.

As if he had countless avatars, he was everywhere.

"Do you think you can kill the elf warlock by chopping vegetables and melons, and kill Riens, and you can kill me?"

"You know, here and now, in my Styggar Castle, you're rowing against the current, peeing into the wind... and now, peeing into a tornado."

"I'll wake you up mercifully."

"Let you recognize the gap, and I have also seen and seen how far your blood of the ancients has developed."

The thunder exploded, and then several dazzling flashes illuminated the entire hall, as if a Razer swept through the air!

The sofa slammed into the wall, upside down, as if the canoe had been overturned by the storm.

Sorceress Lydia was buried inside, groaning and silent.

And Roy's body protection shield fell apart in an instant.

Lightning Flint, before he was completely paralyzed, pulled the trigger.

whoosh-

The bowstring vibrates.

The crossbow bolt slid through the air, sparks splattered, and a dark alloy iron rod swung through the air like lightning and disappeared again.

But it hit the arrows with precision.

At the same time, the witcher, whose body was smoking, disappeared from the center of the thunder explosion and appeared at the entrance of the stairs.

The posture is like a drawn bow, and the Arrondite held by both hands is held by his face, like an arrow from the string!

The tip of the sword was aimed at an indistinct figure at the entrance of the stairs.

The changing blood-colored halo lingered behind him, like a scarlet python, the thick torso rolled forward along the sword.

Wei Gefortz was not far or near, holding an iron rod in his right hand, making a simple gesture in his left hand, and roaring flames in his hand.

The majestic magic power surged along with it.

The overwhelming flames burst in front of Roy.

The flame dragon swallowed him whole.

"boom!"

A huge explosion resounded through the hall, and dust and debris rustled from the ceiling.

Roy's body seemed to be hit by a battering ram, and was thrown violently out, hitting the stone wall of the hall. A large cobweb-like crack appeared on the granite, and the oil painting of "First Landing" fell to the ground with a bang!

There was a pungent smell of smoke in the hall.

He slid powerlessly to the ground, blood spewing from his parched lips.

His limbs were trembling, his skin was charred and red, and white smoke appeared as if he had been roasted.

In the template, the life value is shockingly reduced by two-thirds.

But the witcher finally found the true form of the wizard.

Eyes turn.

The gem mark instantly hangs on Wei Ge's body.

"Alas!" The figure standing at the entrance of the stairs shook his head, holding a sizzling lightning ball in his left hand, "Roy, what did I say before, I have already analyzed you."

"And you don't know anything about my strength... In the entire north, I have not met an opponent for more than 30 years."

"That's why I said, the world is boring."

"In fact, I have three hundred and fifty-five spells in my hands, and there are tens of thousands of combinations that will kill you."

"Too much is a means, so that you can't survive, you can't die!"

"Why can't we cooperate obediently, but have to suffer?!"

"Well…"

The witcher groaned, and his body slammed to the side, dodging the electric ball.

The arc splashed against the wall against the leather armor on his back, and his body trembled.

activation!

A warm warmth suddenly poured out of the limbs.

The dried-up vitality instantly filled up.

The burnt, red skin is visibly restored to its original shape!

"Tsk tsk!"

Vigo praised.

The witcher outlines with five fingers.

The dark Kelanpu seal quickly condensed, and an illusion that looked like him jumped out of the torrent of magic and blocked him.

"boom!"

However, the clone was too late to take over the hand crossbow.

In the roar, the ground underfoot shook.

Vigo's hands released colorful rays of light, fireballs, lightning, and strong winds, intertwined into a neon circle that was continuously rotating end to end, surging forward.

Submerged the illusion, broken like glass!

A huge black shadow followed, carrying the magic and tearing the aperture.

The armored black dragon swayed its long, conical tail, and the columns supporting the ceiling were torn apart.

The ground looked like soil plowed away by hoes, turned over, broken and full of pits.

Furniture, decorations, dust, crystal lamps on the ceiling, and the gust of wind stirred by dragon wings were smashed, subverted, and dropped.

In the mouth of the dragon's angry forehead.

The witcher charged with his sword, his black hair was scorched by the flames, the large blisters on his face were intertwined with jet-black blood vessels, the bone-like blade made a high-pitched sound like a war song, and the strange-colored pupils locked onto the arrogant mage at the entrance of the stairs.

Take a deep breath—

"Fos!"

Sonic Cleansing!

Beams cracked, walls trembled, and windows shattered and poured.

The mage appears to have been hit by the dragon's roar.

The smile in his eyes narrowed.

His demeanor was momentarily dazed.

This trance.

The black dragon has already rushed to the front.

Stunned!

The witcher's pupils reflected boundless blood,

A turbulent blood-colored ocean appeared in the void.

Tentacles connecting the heavens and the earth shredded the sea, and an octopus full of serrated teeth, suction cups, and waving thousands of tentacles jumped out of the sea.

zizi.

The air in the hall was thick with blood.

The octopus entangled Wigfortz.

Shrink, squeeze!

"boom!"

The corridor was knocked out by a large hole in the shape of a dark dragon.

Knife into meat.

Arundette penetrated with his tentacles and nailed him to the stone steps behind him.

And the witcher took out Guvihir with his left hand.

A half-moon-shaped blood-colored sword qi was slashed horizontally.

Blood light illuminated the entire hall.

The blood cocoon is divided into two.

The stone steps were split into a terrifying crack.

But the messed up witcher has no joy in his heart, like falling into an ice cave!

No experience tips!

The mark suddenly disappeared!

He was short.

Getting ready to roll on the ground.

Immediately, a huge magical energy stunned his body.

Pale, festering arms that were so dense that the scalp tingled came out of the air around him, like undead crawling out of hell, and wrapped around the witcher's thighs with horrific wailing.

"boom!"

Immediately after the wind blows.

Roy tried his best to deflect his body, but he still couldn't escape this swift blow.

A sharp pain in the side of the face.

He fell head-on on the stone ladder,

The bridge of the nose is broken, and the brain is buzzing.

The body slid down.

And behind him, the wizard who appeared ghostly, swung the six-foot iron rod with astonishing agility in his hand.

"Bang bang bang!"

A whirlwind of sticks, like a dragonfly.

The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed in the hall.

The wizard knocked off the witcher's limbs, turned his palms, and invisible magic turned him around.

He was lying there, his face seemed to have opened a dye shop, red, blue... it was extremely miserable.

He was breathing heavily, like a fish that had been out of water for too long and was about to suffocate.

"Roy, my good friend,"

Wigfortes crossed his arms around his chest, admiring the scene condescendingly, with a trace of regret in his eyes,

"This is all your trump cards? Unfortunately, it's too far away. Your combat experience is still too lacking, and you can't even tell the truth from the fake, although my original spell is better at mixing the fake with the real than ordinary spells."

His tone was full of regret and concern, a look of pity that he couldn't bear the suffering of the younger generation.

"Have you suffered enough?"

"Have you fully realized in the pain of the flesh?"

"I admit, I admire you because of your foresight in the witcher, your noble bloodline, and your fighting ability at your age. Not inferior to me. I see another version of myself in you."

"But my patience with you is limited. If you are still stubborn!"

"You will disappear from the list of equal cooperation and become an experimental subject with no personal freedom."

"Gollum..."

The witcher stared at him with eccentric pupils.

A forgotten acorn was sent to his mouth along the space.

Roy's throat wriggled and made a subtle swallowing motion.

The acorn of oblivion, slid into the stomach.

Surging to the extreme vitality instantly enveloped his severely injured and disabled body!

Crazy green flashes on the template.

You ate the Forgotten Acorn.

When the physique reaches 25 points, it is immune to poison and enhanced.

Constitution: 25→30

Health: 100330→380380

Magic value: 200310→310310

All wounds healed.

...

Fingers clenched into fists.

He looked at Wigfords.

In the pervading murderous intent, several huge shadows were called to fall from the sky!

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