The Divine Hunter - Chapter 600

Chapter 600 Killing and Mutation

The peace of the temple was completely broken.

In the wide courtyard, the jagged flames burst wildly, the delicate carriage turned into charcoal, the white snow covering the ground sublimated into misty steam in the high temperature, and the sunlight reflected the psychedelic seven-color light.

The statue of the prophet slanted at thirty degrees shone with the flames, and the horses lying on the icy snow twitched and wailed.

His dark eyes overflowed with despair!

has no words.

Demon hunters and monsters fight to the death.

Crack!

A dragon’s dream detonated beside the tall lion man, and flurry of fire snakes licked the tattered clothes and golden hair of the lion man.

An angry roar erupted, and the surrounding walls shook violently.

It leaped high, its hair stood on end, two pairs of curved claws swung at the witcher, the flames swayed wildly in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it was extinguished by the gas spewing from its pores.

Karl jumped to the side sharply, like a bullfighter who had lifted the red cloth, and turned around quickly with his left foot as the center of gravity.

Bruzzi the Lion just passed him by.

But the god-level reflex of the cat made it stick out its sharp claws laterally at the moment of disorientation.

BO!

Quen’s Shield was instantly annihilated, and Karl couldn’t help staggering.

It took the opportunity to turn around, stretched its neck, opened its **** mouth, and snapped its poisonous fangs together with a click. It was only a step away from the witcher’s neck, and the stench of spittle stars sprayed onto his face.

boom!

Karl jumped backwards and at the same time pushed out an Alder in his palm, blasting away the behemoth in front of him, and dragging a one-meter-long trace on the snow.

However, its dexterity is not inferior to its strength. It does not lose its balance in one blow, and it lunges forward again.

Karl bowed his knees, the purple Arden circle lit up under him, and the sword in his hand pointed directly at the Lionman’s left chest and heart.

Under the flames, water vapor and sunlight, the handsome face with blood vessels twisted like an earthworm passed a trace of determination.

He faced the black shadow that fell from above, and faced the attack of the mountain.

Shaped like an arrow, the silver sword stabs!

boom!

Gold and iron clash.

The hard and sharp nails rub against the metal to create a large waterfall of sparks.

The two sides separated, but Carl took three steps back, and his body swayed, almost not falling.

And the Lion-Man only took a small step back.

In the next second, two opponents with amazing reaction and balance attacked again.

Lionman’s thick arms folded forward with a gust of wind, trying to grab the witcher’s “petite” body.

But countless dodging drills and the Arden Seal saved him.

Karl was short, like a small mink trying to avoid a lynx bite, from his left armpit to his back.

Arm muscles bulge and thrust with full force.

Puff!

Blood splashed, and half of the sword tip pierced into the lion man’s back, stuck in the rock-hard muscles, unable to pull it out for a while.

Silver, Cursed One’s Sword Oil, and Tetrodotoxin poured into the Lionman’s wounds along the blood.

The flames were burning and smoking.

It stiffened a bit from the pain, and it turned and fought back slowly.

Chance!

The witcher decisively released the hilt of the sword, but did not retreat immediately, but took a risk in the direction it turned, and made a quick half-circle, like a sly hyena sneaking around a lion’s buttocks.

The golden lion’s mane that fluttered between the opponent’s neck almost brushed his cheek.

Clap!

The witcher’s left hand touched it’s back and it was divided, and a thumb-sized bead was attached to it, facing the heart.

Immediately after, he pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, but he didn’t pull it out for a while!

He was startled, and immediately paid the price for his greed.

boom!

The suffocating shadow, the terrifying sound of breaking the air is coming!

An iron tower-like arm was hitting his chest, and a huge force erupted at the junction, like detonating a powerful bomb.

Karl was blasted away in an instant, his body spanned half the courtyard, and slammed into the statue.

The statue, which had been slanted by the carriage, fell completely.

A blood flower burst out on the ground, and the poor horse, which had been crying for a long time, was directly crushed into rotten flesh.

And the witcher lay weakly in Rebiuda’s open arms, his pupils dilated, blood and shards of viscera spewed from his nose and mouth, his chest sank in horror, his breath was like a thread, his face was like golden paper.

The    statue is divided into two parts, and the pedestal reveals a statue of a lion-headed spider entrenched in a cobweb.

It was opening its mouth wide, sucking the blood of the witcher greedily.

“breathe…”

“Stupid and weak mutant, as I said, you are killing yourself.”

“But don’t be afraid, death is constant, and the generous Bruzzi will send you home.”

The lion man habitually rubbed the top of his head, let out a ho-ho grin, strode to the witcher, and pressed his sharp right paw at his head with thunder, as if he was about to burst a watermelon.

Poof!

Karl suddenly rolled off the statue and landed at the lion’s feet.

looked at its back with blurred eyes.

It raised its foot at him. The corners of the boneless witcher’s mouth wriggled in the snow, revealing an ugly smile.

“goodbye.”

He raised his left hand awkwardly, the Axifa mark in his palm reflected in Bruzzi’s bloodshot pupils, and he lost his mind for a moment.

Just half a second.

The second crimson seal on Karl’s right hand shone with dazzling light.

A scorching fiery snake roared out, passed over the Lionman’s left foot from bottom to top, and covered the clay bomb behind it!

boom!

The whole temple trembled.

A huge hole exploded in the snow with a loud noise like the sky and the earth, and the dazzling fire flooded over half of the courtyard, turning it into a sea of ​​purgatory fire, but it only lasted for two seconds.

When the fire is gone.

With a scarlet silver bottle in his mouth, the unrecognizable witcher stood in the hole, holding up the silver sword towards the half-lion who had lost the ability to resist.

A series of miraculous changes took place on his body. The shocking burns began to slough off, and the skin grew as white and tender as a baby. The broken bones spontaneously wriggled and corrected, and countless fresh granulation sprouts appeared from the flesh and blood of the wound, which healed in the blink of an eye.

The lion-man’s state was completely opposite. The whole person was blown in half by a clay bomb, the part below the chest was torn apart, and two fluffy thighs were scattered not far away.

But the life force of the damned is astonishingly tenacious, and it still has one breath left.

His head, scorched black by the flames, widened a pair of vertical pupils, and stared at the condescending witcher with pleasure and fear.

A grim smile appeared on his face covered with scarlet burns,

“Don’t be complacent, the outcome is uncertain… I’m waiting for you in the net of eternity-”

唰——

The long sword fell.

The gigantic lion head was thrown flying, and it fell to the ground and rolled out a path of red blood.

“Go on, old man!”

Karl looked up at the prayer room, took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the spine of the sword, and the words “kill the evil in the world” seemed to be nourished by some kind of nourishment and became dazzling.

…

a few minutes ago.

Prayer room.

The candles kept jumping and trembling in the wind.

Dino the Lion roared, and with one paw, Arkham was lifted five meters away, smashing a wooden table, and a package behind him rolled to the ground.

A few fat men with big belly were awakened by the roar, grabbed clothes and wrapped their naked bodies, and rushed to the door like girls calling for help.

The priestess stood there, staring at the intruding witcher with icy eyes, with deep malice and resentment.

lips uttered an obscure spell.

The abused orphans received some kind of order, got up from the wet carpet and chairs with dull expressions, and quickly moved closer to Daisy.

The men also lowered their heads with a stunned expression.

Only An Gulan was stunned under the altar. Maybe it was fate. The package dropped from the witcher’s back rolled to her feet, revealing two pale bones.

This is–

Sweaty blonde hair trembled on her shoulders, her pupils contracted, deep sadness appeared on her delicate cheeks, she gritted her teeth, struggled, her facial features were twisted, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, as if she was mediating with some invisible force.

She bit her tongue hard.

The    tingling kept her awake.

She reached out and hugged the package in her arms, tears welling up in her eyes,

“Pamela, Celia, we’re together again.”

“This time, I will take you away!”

The bag was tightly wrapped around her back, and she suddenly grabbed half of the sharp, broken table leg and hid it in her trousers, her dark brown eyes flashed a certain determination, and her thin body limped towards the door.

“boom!”

Arkham drew a light blue inverted triangle with his left hand, and the torrent of magic power pushed the rushing monster away!

He looked around unwillingly, panting heavily like thunder.

Under this hellish dark dome, the pressure from all directions stings his nerves like a tide.

The priest and the orphans around him, the hateful eyes that were skinning him and cramping, made him breathless.

And the majestic Lion Dino waved his fangs and claws, releasing the breath of danger and death. It was like an impenetrable sky, blocking the front of the priestess.

The only thing that can break the game is the bomb, but doing so will definitely kill countless people.

tick.

A drop of cold sweat ran down his chin.

The magic sound filled his brain, and Arkham heard a strange voice——

Run!

Escape!

Opportunity is gone, you are powerless!

He jumped up abruptly, and slashed at the lion man with his sword in both hands.

A half-moon-shaped sword light fell.

He heard a majestic roar, which was caused by the touch of sword oil and silver.

Then a huge force came, and the lion man flew him away again, and his sharp claws tore a **** hole out of his left face.

And a sword that is enough to split a real lion in half, leaving only a not deep and not shallow sword mark on its tough arm.

You must die!

The palm of the hand gripping the hilt of the sword was sweating,

Frustration is back.

He noticed that An Gulan stumbled back to the crowd, with a dull expression hanging his head, assimilated by the crowd.

Without hesitation, he took out the scarlet silver jar in his pocket and took a sip without hesitation.

The blood vessels on the green face are terrifyingly prominent, and the blood in the body is rushing wildly like the undercurrent of the seabed, and finally the timid voice is suppressed.

All the disturbances around are gone, only the sword in hand, only the enemy in front of you!

He let out a loud roar, holding his sword in both hands and fighting the Lions.

A primitive fight kicked off, with both sides attacking in a random way and relying on instinct.

Arkham spun and slashed, the blade slashed the lion’s waist, and blood poured out from the torn flesh.

At the same time, Dino’s claw also tore apart the witcher’s Quinn’s shield, as well as the large artery between his neck, and the splattered blood stained Arkham’s crazy and grim face.

But he didn’t stop, as if he had never been hurt, and slid around its armpit like a cat, slashed it diagonally, and stabbed it in the armpit.

The lion-man turned around in pain and slammed the witcher to the ground, only to find that the huge gap in his neck had healed.

He swung his sword and bullied him straight up!

Swish—

The two figures collided dazzlingly, swapping wounds for wounds, desperately creating wounds on each other’s bodies.

is like two hungry beasts biting each other frantically!

Every cruel and decisive counterattack, with a thud, there will be vigorous blood and pieces of withered fur and minced meat, rolling down.

But ten seconds.

The witcher’s arms and shoulders were gnawed out of bones by the sharp fangs of the lion, half of his face was ripped apart by the barbs on his tongue, and his chest was sunken.

The lion-man turned into a pierced cowhide water bag, and red blood shot from the wounds like catfish mouths among the thick golden hairs.

The flesh and blood under both sides piled up into a river, and the carpet was soaked and dyed red!

But the situation has turned upside down.

The perverted resilience given by the high-sucking decoction made the witcher become more and more courageous, but the lion man’s state declined rapidly due to the accumulation of sword oil toxins in the wound.

“Black Greba, I pray to you, entreat you to bring doom over my enemies.”

Seeing that the poor priestess Daisy folded her hands in front of her chest, her pretty face began to pray devoutly.

Invisible magic ripples in the prayer room.

An Gulan, who was silently hiding in the crowd, saw his eyes lit up, quietly took out the “weapon” from his trouser legs, squeezed away the confused companion in front of him, and stabbed the priestess suddenly.

Pooh! Blood splatters!

The legs of the table stabbed into her soft belly, and she whimpered as her body hunched like a boiled prawn, almost not biting off her tongue, and her prayers stopped.

An Gulan grinned happily, and then the second stick stabbed her in the eye socket, a man couldn’t help blocking Daisy, his neck was pierced by the leg of the table, and screamed and fell into the crowd!

…

The painful breathing of the priestess caught the attention of Dino the Lion, he abandoned the witcher who was entangled in his side, and dragged his bruised body around and ran wildly.

But it made a huge mistake, baring its back to the witcher unsuspectingly.

Arkham took this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Every next action comes from the instinct after thousands of trials, which is both precise and deadly!

He quickly chased after three steps, raising his hands, neck, spine, waist, thighs, and twisting the whole body into a force, stabbing the sword that was at its peak so far.

唰——

The    sword light was like a lightning bolt that pierced through the air, hitting the lion man’s left back and slamming in!

The witcher heard the sound of a broken heart.

The huge body of the lion man was stiff, like a sailboat destroyed by a storm at sea, covering the hole in his chest, his knees bent weakly for a while, and the man fell on his knees in a pool of blood.

Drawing his sword, Arkham took the fourth step.

There was a terrifying sound of whale sucking in the air, and he swung his sword with both hands, and the sword light flashed.

Puff!

The bloody, ugly head rolled to the priestess’ feet.

The Lion Man Dino bleeds from seven holes and can’t rest his eyes.

There was a momentary silence in the prayer room!

Suddenly, invisible green fires ignited in the air.

The pale faces of the group of children swayed wildly in the cold flames, their bodies twitched like epileptics, their wrists and ankles were tensed, and their joints twisted and reflexed strangely, making a series of crackling sounds. In some kind of weird change, An Gulan was not spared this time. She stood in front of the priestess like a puppet, twitching wildly.

The priestess raised the **** lion head and put it in front of her, replacing the original beautiful face, as if she had grown a hideous lion head, and at the same time, eight sharp spider legs reflected on the wall behind her!

The dead lion’s head actually started blinking, green flames shot out of his pupils, his expression was sacred and serious, his eyes were staring and indifferent, like a **** looking down at mortals in the sky.

Arkham was caught by this gaze, and he froze in place as if struck by lightning, unable to move, even breathing stagnant.

“The haunted witcher!”

The mouth of the blood basin opened and closed, and the majestic edict sounded, composed of thousands of different sounds, which echoed in all spaces.

The eight spider legs are stretched at the same time, like a large web being pulled apart.

“Down in eternal misery!”

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(end of this chapter)