The Divine Hunter - Chapter 599

Chapter 599 Hands-on

When the two of them made up their minds, it was already late at night with dim stars and moon, and in a few hours, they would be able to enjoy the beautiful sunrise in the Povis Wilderness.

They were worried that the “fat pig” recorded in Pamela’s record would arrive too soon, so they gave up the meditation and rest, and took the two remains to the starry night and ran wild on horseback.

Along the way, a pine branch dragged behind the horse’s buttocks, sweeping away the continuous hoof prints in the snow.

They ran from the bright moon to the sky, a touch of fish belly white appeared, and the dawn was rising.

stopped in the woods ten miles away from the Temple of Lebiunda and dismounted.

“There is a lycanthrope among the two cursed people, and his sense of smell is extraordinary. We have to rely on the past to do a great job. First of all, we must eliminate body odor and avoid scaring snakes!”

“Apply the deodorant powder all over your body, even your little brother!”

Karl poured out the light yellow powder from a snake neck bottle, rubbed it in the palm of the hand, and then quickly smeared the face, hands, all parts of the skin, as well as the leather armor and weapons.

Scorpion and Werther were not spared either, and their shiny fur turned into a coquettish pale yellow. The two pairs of dark eyes were full of resentment.

“Is this thing the best?”

Arkham questioned, but he moved his hands slowly, wiping his armpits and crotch, with a funny gesture, like a lunatic taking a bath in a cold winter field morning.

“Produced by Master Kalkstein, it must be a high-quality product. The deodorant powder is combined with Quinn and Helios’ seals, and it has triple protection. If the dog’s nose is in front of us, it can’t smell anything!”

After   , Carl cautiously led the mount into the dense kale bushes, and directed at the two big heads in turn to calm the gods and cover them with bushes.

…

To deal with the priest of the **** of evil omens, this preparation is naturally insufficient.

The two of them checked the various materials on their bodies. The two of them went thousands of miles away to practice alone. It was the first time among all the apprentices. It was absolutely valued by the Brotherhood. The ordinary potions, life Potions, magic potions, alchemy bombs, cloaks of silence, you name it.

In order to ensure that the trip is foolproof, the two little cubs will not be killed by a powerful enemy in the middle, and he has even invested the most high-end potion for the two of them – a blood-colored high-level vampire decoction.

and a new generation of amazingly powerful clay bombs.

Without the support of all these strong resources, even if Arkham has a strong sense of justice, he will not impulsively fight an uncertain battle.

But the greatest sense of security for the two comes from another killer——

Cal Jane and Heavy took out a fingernail-sized, multi-colored prismatic crystal from his saddlebag.

He held up the crystal and looked at it by the morning light. A drop of dark red blood was spinning in the crystal. It was like life, reflecting a deadly and dreamy color.

“Keep it, and crush it when you die.”

Karl shoved the crystal into Arkham’s arms.

“you take.”

“Then I’m a forward?!”

…

Wash-

The morning breeze blew through the snow-capped woodland, and a plump white hare stuck his head out from the silver-grey edelweiss and looked carefully.

Confirmed that the natural enemy was not nearby, and the three-petaled mouth moved.

唰—

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past from behind.

It thought that a natural enemy was coming, it pricked up its ears stiffly, and turned to look at it.

Nothing, no sound, no smell, just two hazy lines of marks on the snow.

out of its sight.

Two cheetah-like figures are galloping fast.

…

The way was unobstructed, and the two rushed to a stop under a huge pine tree 100 meters away from the temple.

The two nights never closed their eyes, and the horses and chariots were exhausted by the long-distance rush. Even with their mutated inhuman physique, they felt a little tired.

But the searing fighting spirit overwhelmed all discomfort.

Arkham leaned against the rough trunk of the pine tree, his pupils peering through the gap in the forest.

In the open space outside the temple fence, there were three magnificent carriages, all in black, decorated with golden roses, and the windows were hung with light purple silk curtains.

The gate of the courtyard, the giant Bruzi in a thick padded jacket and a woolen cap, with his hands around his chest, and his back against the carriage, he kept a whistle.

He yawned lazily, his wide eyes opened and closed, flashing a cold light from time to time, like a lion taking a nap after a meal.

But the witcher’s preparations worked, and he didn’t even notice the distant peepers.

As for the other guard Dino, the priest Daisy, the orphans, and the group of people who got on and off the carriage, it was probably in a certain room.

…

“Repeat the plan again.” Karl patted the shoulder of the man beside him. Arkham’s face was red and green, his body was trembling with excitement and nervousness, and the tips of his ears twitched.

No amount of rhetoric can hide the fact that he is a rookie.

He lowered his voice and repeated in a trembling tone, “Sneak in, take Priestess Daisy as a hostage, and force her to remove the mark of the **** of evil omens on the orphans… Dude, we’re late, hurry up!”

“Be calm! Five minutes later, I will create a riot to attract Bruzi’s attention. There is only one chance, you must seize it, brother!”

Both hands clasped together.

Draw sword and apply double sword oil.

boo boo…

Gurgling.

All kinds of potions are eaten.

Golden light and jet-black magic shield gleamed on the leather armor.

The witcher soldiers with black blood vessels on their faces were divided into two groups. Arkham went around the back of the temple, while Karl held his breath, like a cat hiding in the grass, with his toes on his toes, slowly heading towards the temple Entrance sneak.

…

When Karl lurked ten meters in front of the carriage.

Arkham jumped lightly over the backyard fence, his ears and nose moved, and walked to the window behind the dormitory to observe.

The scene in front of him took him by surprise.

A dozen or so thin children huddled together in the room, looking in a trance, slowly turning in circles, their lips wriggling and chanting a strange prayer.

“The thread of fate is woven into a web in the ancient gaze… Pain and torture make it strong… Doom and death are driven by it… Your mighty power, called impermanence…”

Arkham felt restless after hearing a few words vaguely, and began to lose his mind inexplicably.

What worries him even more is that this group of people exudes a black ripple that is almost visible to the naked eye, like some kind of radiation, ripples on the lake surface, which stimulates the chaotic energy in the air to fluctuate in disorder.

The pendant attached to Arkham’s chest skin vibrated frantically, like a bird struggling in a net.

“What is the purpose of Daisy?”

Angulan and the other children were not inside, Arkham left quietly, and crept to the back of the prayer room next to him.

The dull growl, the rapid panting, and the screaming of pain grew louder and louder in his ears.

Through the window fence, under the candlelight in a circle, five slender figures were lying on the bright red carpet and in the chairs, their limbs spread weakly, their eyes were blank, and their expressions were pale and numb.

They are like puppets with lost souls, only a trace of struggle and pain passing through their empty eyes from time to time proves that they are still alive.

In the hall, there are several other bloated middle-aged men with thick body hair in sharp contrast.

Their words and deeds were unsightly, and in the dim light, they seemed like a group of demons and monsters who were opening a feast.

Beside the altar in the corner, a bald man held down An Gulan, pinched her neck from behind with both hands, and pressed her cheeks to the ground, watching her struggling and beating like a fish out of water.

The man’s twisted face had an excited grin and cursed in his mouth.

“Dead girl!”

“Shout, you shout for me!”

Priest Daisy, the administrator of the temple, stood immaculately at the entrance of the prayer room, watching the horrific atrocities silently.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Arkham was very familiar with this, and every time he made progress in his daily training, Mr. Cohen would smile like this.

He quietly gripped the hilt of the sword behind him.

Hurry up, Carl!

…

Boom!

a sudden loud noise,

There was a deafening explosion at the entrance of the temple, and the flames shot into the sky.

An ornate carriage was on fire, and raging flames licked the frame.

The dark horse Lulu who was pulling the cart neighed, panicked and dragged the surging fire waves, knocked down the fence wall, and rushed into the courtyard. The gatekeeper, Bruzao, jumped sideways like a big cat, avoiding the death collision.

And the carriage slammed into the statue of Rebiuda in the center, and overturned into the snow.

The wanton firelight illuminated the bald-headed man’s hideous face, and turned to the perpetrator not far away—the witcher who was hiding behind the second carriage, provoked him five meters away, and hooked at him.

His face was condensed with disdain and contempt.

The man was furious, grinned his sharp white teeth, and suddenly threw himself at him, as vigorous as a lion.

One jump is five meters.

When he was in midair, he had already completed his transformation, turning into a fangs and claws, a head as big as a lion, four limbs of a human, and a strong monster two meters tall.

The moment it hit the ground.

Karl Lightning Flint jumped to the side and jumped far away, turning his sword in one hand and holding an alchemy bomb in the other.

The witcher and the cursed lion stood opposite each other, and the size difference was like that of a child and an adult.

But he was unmoved, calmly observing its weakness.

The golden mane between its neck fluttered in the wind, its bloodshot eyes gleamed with brutality, a **** mouth full of poisonous fangs, and the barbs on its tongue stood up.

“Witcher, we have already spared you once, why did you come back?!”

“There is a way to heaven, you don’t go! I will fulfill you!”

…

Everyone in the prayer room was stunned by the explosion.

All actions are one stop.

And without hesitation, Arkham pushed Alder with his left hand and smashed the wooden window.

jumped up, got into the house, took three steps forward, turned the sword in his hand half a circle, like a knife cutting tofu, mercilessly slashed the back of the necks of the two men, and severed the cervical vertebrae.

Blood like a spring, their eyes widened, their throats murmured, and they poured powerlessly into the pool of blood.

Most people were still in the shock of the explosion and did not recover.

Only An Gulan turned around and saw a back.

Arkham’s tensed body charged towards the priestess at the door like lightning.

Bloody silver sword slashes the air.

shouting in shock and anger.

A huge plush claw suddenly protruded from behind the priestess, and slapped the witcher’s silver sword.

The second lion-man jumped into the house and rushed towards Arkham!

(end of this chapter)