The Divine Hunter

With the flickering mist, Roy and Lesso returned to the Hein Kaveh Castle, which was covered with snow and mountains and was surrounded by mountains.

On the ground floor of the castle, in the empty hall, there were torches hanging from the rough stone pillars supporting the ceiling, and the fireplace was burning with flames.

The flickering firelight illuminated the four great masters sitting around the round table, as well as the master and apprentice of Arzu.

Yvar Evil Eye joined the last of the four original witchers, missing a hundred years.

He glanced at the group of old friends who had been separated for a long time. The three great masters were not very different from their memories. Time gave them special treatment. Apart from adding a few scars on their faces, their temperament became more vicissitudes. , leaving no traces.

Just a slight numbness.

His own leader, Arzu, was still handsome, with no wrinkles on his face, but his hair was gray and his eyes were tired.

There was a hint of self-deprecation at the corner of Ivar's mouth, "Like the group of god believers said, we are all blasphemous creatures cursed by fate, so we have struggled for most of our lives, and the school we have worked so hard to create perished, and our disciples died. , go go."

"Effort was wasted, and in the end, it was only myself."

"Are you showing off, Ivar," Edgar sighed, and suddenly glanced at him with a little envy, "You are much luckier than us, and the Viper School at least still has a legacy."

"And my Kyle Morhan, Alan's Kyle Siren, Anahad's Hein Kavih, all but a few orphans."

There was a moment of stagnation in the room.

"Alzu, even you survived the disaster in Maripo." Ivar broke the silence and changed the subject, "Why didn't you see old Cosimo?"

The mage tensed his cheeks sharply.

Click!

The fire in the fireplace burst into flames, and the dazzling light of the fire cast a trace of sadness and sadness on his face.

"The teacher 'left' fifty years ago."

The crowd bowed their heads in silence.

"What's the situation? That old man is quite tough?"

"curse."

During the trip to the Flying Dragon Mountains, Cosimo was cursed by the afterimage of Lilit, the witch of the night, and the body transformed by magic could not withstand the vicious and powerful divine power.

I could only rely on Di Jing's wish to persist for a few more years, but after all, I didn't make it to the end.

"I will fulfill his wish." Arzu said in a deep voice, and Cosimo's repeated warnings passed in his ears.

This strengthened his resolve.

"What a pity. With all due respect, Arzu," Ivar pointed out bluntly, resting his chin in his hands, "the old man is more likable than you!"

"Now that I'm getting down to business, how are you going to help me solve the Wild Hunt?"

"Not to help you," Anahad shook his head, "but to help each other."

"Everyone present, except Yidalan, has ideals and wishes that are as difficult as reaching the sky, and Dijing can't make a wish..." Elan said, "We are reunited to fulfill each other."

"How to do it?"

Four eyes turned to Arzu.

"Ivar, the next words are unbelievable. But I promise not to lie. A great being lives with me... You can call it the Supreme," Arzu was silent for a moment, "when it matures, it can have The infinite power can easily help us realize all our wishes, and let us make up for the regrets of the past!"

"I'm looking for you, with the help of your evil eye, to find more nutrients for it... Let it grow rapidly."

The Grand Master of the Snake Sect raised his eyebrows and looked around,

"Are you kidding? Why do I seem to have heard the big idiot in the legend who was deceived by the rhetoric of the demon in the bottle and the evil god of another realm."

"You don't know its power."

Arzu stretched out his left hand at the Grandmaster of the Snake Sect, and a strange red light bloomed in the palm of his hand.

A terrifying vision suddenly appeared in front of Ivar's eyes. His head was covered in blood, and a round, elastic octopus-like creature jumped out of the void.

Arms and feet agitation room!

Nightmarish visions ensued!

The Snake Sect Demon Hunter widened his pupils, his expression horrified, and countless monsters he had killed fluttered from the pitch-black void around him.

The people who died under his hands, wailing and screaming, crawled out of the hell piled with blood and bones under their feet and pulled his body.

Tear his flesh.

rebuke his crimes.

His muscles were tense to the point of spasm, his pupils contracted, and his black hair was soaked with cold sweat!

The mysterious power penetrated every inch of his skin, covering his nerves, and he couldn't even move a finger.

Like fish on a chopping board, let it be slaughtered.

Arzu waved his hand casually, and the blood-colored octopus floated and escaped into the void.

"Breathe... breathe..." The cold palm wiped the sweat from his forehead, Ivar took a step back while panting, and opened the distance from Arzu.

Eyes extremely vigilant.

"This so-called supreme being is by no means a good one! It has a strange image, like an evil god born in nothingness, and his abilities are so vicious and terrifying. He uses the past to create nightmares and attack my strong heart. I almost lost it. road!"

"Seriously, I feel that it is using your hands to accomplish some ulterior motive!"

"Alzu, you have to be careful!"

"Evil purpose?" Anahad asked back. "Are you sure it's more evil than the Wild Hunt who kidnapped your compatriots and brainwashed them into an emotionless, pale, numb skeleton puppet?"

"It is more difficult to help the Most High than to watch your castle be torched by that group of mages, priests, peasant thugs, brothers who fought side by side, drowned by avalanches and turned into ice sculptures, pierced by swords into hedgehogs, and unable to do anything yourself. accept?"

Ailan and Aijia's faces turned pale, and they fell into unbearable memories again.

"No need to worry... When the Supreme Being merged with me, he was in an extremely weak state, and now I am still in charge!" Alzu's tone was determined, and the red light on his body changed as he wanted, "It can't go against my will!"

Ivar bowed his head.

After pondering for a long time, he shook his head and laughed,

"That's right, even the most chivalrous eldest boss Ellen chose to work with you! I also thought that the so-called evil is not asking for trouble? Anyway, the sky is falling, and there is a tall one in front!"

"As long as I can wipe out all the wild hunters of the dog days, I will join!"

"What's going on with the nutrients?!"

Arzu gave Idalan a look.

The latter got up, like an actor, bowed at the crowd, and the corners of his mouth twitched with excitement!

Go straight to a dark wall on the east side of the hall.

The left hand with the protruding knuckles is drawn against the wall from top to bottom.

Like a brilliant painter wielding a pen, a lifelike golden oak tree appeared on the wall, connecting from the ground to the ceiling.

But it only has a thick and quaint torso, without any branches or leaves!

"The nourishment that the Most High needs is the soul of man."

"And the fastest way to obtain souls is undoubtedly to use the forbidden spell to directly destroy cities. Naturally, there are thousands of dead people who provide souls... Teacher Arzu has this ability."

Everyone couldn't help but think of that time in Maripo, when the drooling demon was born, destroying the world!

"Or create a big plague, and countless sick and dead will be turned into nutrients, and I am deeply involved in the field of biomodification, and I think I can give it a try!" Idaran said proudly, "According to me, this is the best plan. After all, more than a hundred years ago, the priests and mages of the temple, didn't they slander the witchers and created the plague of Vizima? They even summoned a big avalanche to destroy Kaer Sirens!"

"We should retaliate against their stupid ideas!"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Cosimo didn't agree with it at the time. He believed that there must be a bottom line to achieve ideals, and Arzu followed his teachings, and Master Elan was unwilling."

Ivar was relieved when he heard the words.

Otherwise, nine times out of ten, Arzu has been replaced by the evil creature in his body!

"So, we chose the longest and most clumsy way—"

"Enter the battlefield!"

"War is the greatest malice of mankind to this world, it is bloody politics, and the most disgusting product invented by mankind!"

"For profit, cannibalism!"

"There is no psychological burden to collect such a soul!"

"And in order to improve the efficiency of collection!" Yidaran suddenly took out a yellow amphora from his waist, with a cross and a nine-pointed star seal engraved on the bottle cap.

He casually threw the bottle to Ivar, who was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously took it in his hand, the entrance was slightly warm, and the residual chaotic energy made the pendant tremble slightly.

"Mr. Arzu used Dijing's wish to strengthen the ability of astrology to predict the time, place, and approximate number of casualties when the war broke out on the entire continent."

"Three master witchers, relying on their superb skills and perfect alchemy tools, traveled through the battlefield and collected the souls of the dead!"

His left hand touched the large golden oak tree on the wall—

A line of time, place, and numbers written in ancient sayings appeared at the bottom of the tree trunk, like a branched branch.

"1150, dolbthanna, 20000..."

A cold and excited male voice read out the bottom line.

Ivar only recognized the meaning of the letter in the center at first glance: Dole Bretanner, and then realized that the other two numbers were the year of the war and the death toll!

He couldn't help gasping for breath and looked at the bottle in his hand in disbelief.

"The magic bottle where the legendary Master Joffrey Munch sealed Dijing? Where did you get it?"

"Your Excellency Joffrey is Cosimo's mentor. The relics left to his disciples record the location of some treasures for the world to search. Arzu spent a lot of time finding a dozen or so."

"The Supreme is also the existence in Lord Joffrey's last words!"

"Unfortunately, in the past hundred years, we have used three magic bottles. Every few decades, we have to re-divine..."

As Idaran explained, he outlined with five fingers, and the flickering aura continued for the trunk of this tree called war, the plump golden branches and leaves——

"1170, vizia, 12000"

"1186, tretogor, 5000"

"1198, oxenfurt, 1000"

"1220, kgdoofkovirandpoviss, 5000"

And the five people watching in the fog suddenly realized——

This is not the golden fresco they found in the Hein Kavih fort.

Everything is right!

...

"Since you have found a way to harvest souls, why do you need my eyes?" Ivar asked in confusion.

"Not enough!" Arzu said solemnly,

"The frequency of wars in this world cannot meet the needs of the Supreme. We need your ability to see through the planes and discover wars in other planes!"

"Other worlds?" Ivar was surprised. "Everyone, the portal cannot cross the barriers of the world."

So Ivar will never have the chance to go to another world, Tyrnalia, the base camp of the Wild Hunt, and fight them to the death.

"Of course I can't do it," Arzu turned to the magic bottle, "but the Dijing elf can help us teleport and return!"

When they were in Sintra Castle, they did this to the witchers.

Exiled Roy to Skyrim using Evil Eye and Dijing.

...

"Then I have one last question left..." Ivar pondered, "What wishes do you all have? Anahad, Di Genie should be able to help you recover your feelings, right?"

The great master of the Xiong Pai shook his head, "While recovering his feelings, Kedi Jing will also reverse the mutation in my body, making me an ordinary person over 200 years old."

"I will never give up strength!"

Ivar nodded, as for Elam and Aigar.

The two of them have long understood that Yidalan is purely a friendly help.

His eyes finally turned to Arzu.

"The person I want to meet, the ideal I want to achieve, in this era, this world is absolutely impossible!" Arzu said, "But the Supreme One has the power to reverse and bestow all the beauty in our ideals..."

"Is there really such an ability in the world?" Ivar said incredulously, "Can't even the gods do it?"

"Our world, just because it doesn't exist, doesn't mean other worlds don't either."

"The parallel branches of the world tree are endless, and there is always one that fits our heart."

"Other, I can't reveal more to you..."

"Wait until that day, and you will naturally know the truth!"

...

Parallel branches?

Roy faintly felt that he had grasped something.

The scene in front of you began to change rapidly!

The fortress of Hein Kavih vanishes.

The three masters, wearing dark cloaks, stepped into the war-torn era without hesitation.

The mysterious figure shuttles through blood and fire, and comes and goes freely in the sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses in the thunderous screams of killing.

Pieces of dark soul light group flew out of the broken limbs, as if under some invisible traction, the swallows threw into the woods and flew into the boxes they carried with them!

Nilfgaard annexed Ebin, and the southern empire began to covet the north.

There were not many wars, but there were constant skirmishes.

In these battlefields, there will be a few more elusive and unknown figures.

...

And Ivar's evil eyes, staring at the changing sky, there are all kinds of bizarre and strange phenomena that do not belong to the world of witchers——

above the snow mountain.

The ferocious humanoids with green skin, green faces and fangs, and muscles as strong as hills, rode a Frostwolf, shouted "lok'tarogar", and fought with soldiers in jet-black armor!

water shore.

Armored human soldiers wielding swords and squealing, slippery skin, slimy fish-headed monsters slaughtered together.

in the mine.

The bearded, heavily armored dwarf swung his hammer and big axe, and smashed piles of glowing berry figurines into jam!

on the wasteland.

A group of soldiers with long tubular long-range weapons and domed helmets lay in the trenches, pulling the trigger constantly, and the bullets flew out of the barrels.

A set of equipment as heavy as a carriage, like a dark barrel, is spewing firelight at the enemy camp, exploding and roaring!

...

With the help of Dijing, Ivar traveled through no less than ten strange worlds, loaded with souls who died in the alien war, and returned to the base in the Maribo sewers.

Arzu controlled to absorb more and more souls.

The blood-colored afterimage behind him expanded rapidly and became vast!

The Most High is getting closer to maturity!

...

A day in 1260.

In Maripo, Arzu met a young and beautiful woman named Sasha Crawford, whose real name was Cassia van Canting.

Because she cools Xiao Liliana's temperament.

Arzu chatted with her for a while.

Unconsciously, the symbiotic Supreme gave out a ray of red light.

into Sasha's body.

And then the fog blew up.

The existence in the shadows took Roy away from Arzu for the first time.

A strip of scarlet tentacles suddenly protruded from the fog, pulling everyone else into the depths.

Only he followed in Sasha's footsteps, all the way south, into the village of Aden Kaye, and watched the woman steal a golden Gwent card from the old captain Jack.

And the horse bumped into a weak country boy with an ignorant expression, like waking up from a dream.

A simple log cabin suddenly appeared in front of Roy, his former home——

Old Moore and Susie spent day and night looking after their child who had been hit by a horse, and were so tired that they dozed off by the straw mat.

And the unconscious boy let out a last sigh-like gasp and swallowed his last breath without anyone knowing.

With a kick of both legs, the pale face lost its vitality and turned into a corpse.

Roy

Age: 13

Sex: Male

Health: 0 (dead)

...

how is this possible?

The witcher was in shock!

Roy, who crossed over and the two souls became one, died soon after he was born?

So where did I come from?

who I am?

Roy reached out his hand towards the cold corpse on the bed in disbelief——

Swah——

A dazzling and short red flame instantly ignited in the sudden void.

As if an invisible door had been opened, strands of scarlet light jumped out of the icy corpse, falling to the side like a sponge.

Interlace, converge.

After a while.

The witcher was shocked to find that there was another Roy next to the corpse - delicate facial features, big eyes, moderately thick lips, thin and thin body - from the outside, it was exactly the same as the deceased boy. Hair is fully replicated.

The only difference is that this new body has steady breathing and a strong heartbeat.

Boom!

The blood-colored flames suddenly flourished, drowning the corpse, and instantly burned it into wisps of nothingness, disappearing into the air!

The new boy, in place of the original owner, became the son of the old Moore couple.

Roy now!

Do not!

impossible!

The Witcher's mind was a stormy sea!

Goosebumps appeared on the skin, and every hair was standing on end!

The soul trembled!

It seemed that there was a shadow covering the sky and the earth, completely covering his body, making him breathless.

Am I, Roy, just a clone from start to finish?

Am I a life created by the hand of the Most High? !

click - click -

A series of harsh, glass-shattering sounds.

Everything in front of me was shattered!

Roy flickered——

Suddenly the world changed color.

It lasted for an unknown time, and the unfathomable mist disappeared!

He appeared in a room that was not big or small, warm as spring.

That warmth, deep into the bone marrow, intoxicating.

Roy seems to have returned to his hometown, all limbs and limbs, all comfortably about to cheer!

But the decor of this room is really weird and terrifying.

Groups of uneven scarlet flesh formed the four walls, and the radiant red light illuminated every corner!

And when Roy looked up!

He suddenly widened his eyes and fell into a state of rigidity!

There are nine figures inlaid on the thick blood-colored wall, from top to bottom, in the shape of a pyramid.

Their faces are so familiar, because Roy has witnessed their lives--

Arzu at the top and highest point of the pyramid, Anahad, Ivar Evil Eye, and Elan who closed their eyes and fell into a drowsiness below.

The bottommost Aigar, Vesemir, Lesso, Vulture, Cohen...

Eight people, like flying insects stuck by cobwebs. Endless blood-colored tentacles drowned and wrapped them, revealing only one face.

"Roy, the last piece, you are here after all... Haha..." Endless sighs echoed in the room.

Arzu's expression was embarrassed, his white hair covered his forehead, and he smiled at the witcher.

However, that smile is full of despair, frustration, and helplessness!

It's like being eliminated before reaching the finish line!