The Divine Hunter - Chapter 602

Chapter 602 Slaughter God

Eternal Web.

Roy stood in the middle of the vast expanse and looked around, a faint sense of familiarity lingering in his heart.

This place was as ethereal and elusive as the kingdom of Freya, which he had visited twice.

But this is the domain of the lion-headed spider, the ruler of death, pain, and misfortune.

At the beginning, Freya clearly explained that, except for her and the two goddesses Meritelli, most of the rest of the gods are not in the stream, and the realm has not been exalted into the sky and universe, and it is still in this old world.

These so-called evil gods, compared to the two goddesses, are at best a stronger alien.

In addition, in this era, the technical strength of Orsenford and Imperial College Nilfgaard is changing with each passing day, science is developing rapidly, and all beliefs related to ignorance and filth are rapidly weakened.

The lion-headed spider priest is willing to dormant in the countryside, its power must have been far worse than before!

He squeezed the hilt of his right hand, feeling the warm touch like the connection of blood vessels, and the magic power in his body was running freely, his heart was more confident, and his silver-gray pupils became firm.

I have no chance to kill this big spider.

“So calm, have you ever seen anything like it? Svalblo’s arena, the Scarlet King’s Slaughtering Field, the field queen Dana Mabe’s garden?”

There was a hint of surprise in that sharp voice, because the witcher was too calm.

Roy turned a deaf ear, catching the strangeness around him like a torch.

But there is only chaos around. The abundant chaotic energy is like an undercurrent in the deep sea, which is divided into countless strips.

“Or is it that you are born with amazing courage, and you are still unmoved and unwilling to pay tribute to such a magnificent, great, sacred and solemn palace?”

Roy remained silent, a few golden rays of light faintly lit up in the depths of the spider web, but when he paid attention to observe, they disappeared without a trace. .

The existence hidden in the chaotic spider web chuckled lightly.

“Your vigilance is in the wrong place. The fact that I pulled you into the net didn’t necessarily mean that you would sink here forever. It’s a waste of the power you show, and your precious and tenacious soul, so I give you a priceless piece of advice, don’t stand on the opposite side of an immortal god, like ridiculous petrified lizards and pterodactyls, to provoke and anger real dragons.”

“Work with me.”

A wind blew from the green flames, and Roy smelled the smell of decay and death, like the smell of moss, dead bones, and soil in the tomb and coffin, which made the living extremely uncomfortable.

“If you are stubborn, your fate will exceed the limit of your imagination.”

“You’ll see what pain is constant, time and space pale in front of it!”

In this icy tone, everything around him is gone.

Darkness, silence, and suffocation came upon us.

Roy suddenly had an illusion. He was wrapped in cocoon silk and hung upside down in the spider web.

Without sound, light and temperature, it is difficult to move a finger in a crowded and cramped space.

Just like a mummy, it was sealed in endless years, struggling and screaming, sacrificing pain to the owner of this place and singing its name.

He snorted coldly, the red light surging behind him like a tide, and the illusion was instantly shattered.

“Witcher, the road is at your feet—”

This complex voice suddenly became high-pitched like a tsunami, the space trembled, and the countless giant cocoons in the spider web wriggled as if alive, slowly approaching him, the white surface squeezed out faces that could not see the facial features, hell. The evil spirits in the groaned in pain.

“Fall to **** as my enemy, or work together to dominate the world?”

What an arrogant spider.

“What about cooperation?”

“You will hold my totem, shepherd believers for me, eradicate dissidents, make the world feel pain and fear, spread doom and death, and bring back the name of the **** of evil omens that has been dusty for a long time.”

“You will have all kinds of luxuries far beyond the emperor, and share in my immortality and glory.”

“I drink the suffering of all beings, and their souls after death are yours.”

“We are the best collaborators under the witness of Eternal Net.”

Roy’s face fell into the shadows, the corners of his mouth could not help grinning in a sarcastic arc, sneering in his heart,

If the big weaver is so powerful, why would the priests hide in the countryside where birds don’t shit, and embarrass a bunch of poor orphans?

Why did he take action only after she died?

A **** has spoken to a mortal, and his weakness has been fully exposed.

“I just killed your priest,” Roy looked at the unknown end of the distance and took a deep breath, “You want to cooperate with me? It’s hard for me not to worry.”

“In my teachings, death is not an end, much less a punishment.”

The voice of    fell.

puff puff.

A cocoon opposite Roy suddenly burst.

A bare arm stretched out, and the surface of the fair and delicate skin was covered with amniotic fluid-like mucus, like a baby just born from its mother’s womb.

Whoa!

Two arms tore the cocoon silk.

A radiant lady climbed out, with a bumpy upper body, a black Greba tattoo on the back, and a dark spider belly and eight chelicerae below the chest.

is the priestess whom Roy fought not long ago.

Abigail

Identity: Singer of Pain

…

Roy shook his head, the **** of bad omens really can’t tolerate waste.

It is not enough for believers to do their best for it during their lifetime, and they have to sing praises for it forever after death. What is the purpose of such exhausting work?

Might as well let me swallow it.

With such an immortal belief, what reason is there in the world?

The priestess    looked at the witcher, and there was no resentment on her innocent and beautiful face.

She graciously showed off her reborn figure, and bowed her knees to him,

“Thank you, Lord Roy, you gave me death, let me get the most of this life, further feel the true meaning of pain, and let me truly enter the eternal kingdom!”

Her emotion came from the bottom of her heart, and crystal tears like pearls welled up from the corners of her eyes.

But there is no spirituality and self in those eyes, only the passion and piety that burns everything.

“Roy, do you understand? Since we have no grudges or suspicions, there is absolutely no obstacle to cooperation.”

In its voice, the priestess bowed humbly and quickly retreated into the darkness with her eight spider legs.

“Although the lifespan of a witcher is long, it is only a few hundred years. Compared with eternity, it is only a snap of a finger. Are you willing to die in a hurry with such a powerful force?”

“Work with me, you will step into immortality, and death will no longer be the end for you.”

Be your puppet?

Roy sneered disdainfully, but his face pretended to be tangled, looking rather moved.

He clenched his fists and struggled, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn’t help but speak,

“I have never had a connection with the gods.”

He lied without changing his face,

“But I once met a businessman named Gaunt Odim, who holds a soul contract, which I feel is very suitable for the current situation.”

“As an immortal god, you should have similar means.”

“Let’s sign a soul contract face to face. A partnership.”

Roy looked at the chaotic dome and suggested sincerely.

The voice fell silent. Even as a god, the lion-headed spider couldn’t see through Roy’s heart and couldn’t guess how sincere it was.

…

“Very good! You made a wise decision. But you should know what will happen to deceiving the gods.”

In the space, the green fire flourished, the light swayed, the infiltrating yin wind whizzed past, and the white cocoon squirmed desperately, celebrating with a painful wailing.

And Roy’s pupils shrank,

“Crash-”

Dozens of meters away, in the gloomy space, a huge black shadow of a friendless spider was projected, the spider silk hanging from its abdomen clumsily slipped from the sky.

It is ten times bigger than Abigail, and each curved spider leg is comparable to an arch bridge made of black steel.

The abdomen is swollen like an ant queen, giving a feeling of being bloated, tired, and old between actions and actions.

Its eight eyes are dark golden, but it does not make people feel sacred and vast, but burns people’s hearts, digging out the pain and dark memories of the past.

It landed on the soft spider web, pressing his entire abdomen tightly, and swaying like a hammock in the country in the web.

Zoran Akh Tra/Black Greba

life:? (Forgotten: Its followers and priests have almost disappeared completely)

Magic: ?

Identity: God of Bad Omens (creation of faith in death, pain and doom)

Attributes:

Strength: 30 (weak)

Agility:30

Constitution: ?

Perception: 30

Will: 36

Charm: ?

Spirit:?

Skill:

Pain lv10: In the web of eternity, both the pain of the body and the pain of the mind will be magnified ten times, and the lion head spider can draw strength from it.

Doom lv10: Those who disobey it in its realm will be cursed with deformity, slowness, weakness, etc.

Hatch lv10: Unleash the pain singers in the cocoon and manipulate them against the enemy.

Thread of Destiny lv10: Every creature will have a thread of destiny at the beginning of its birth. When the thread is broken, he will die. The lion-headed spider can weave and manipulate this thread of fate, partially rewriting the target’s life trajectory, making it infinitely closer to death.

Bite of Torment lv10: The lion-headed spider approaches the captured target, injects venom through the bite of its midge teeth, branded him, and makes him sleep in a dream of eternal pain, becoming its constant source of nourishment.

Immortal (Passive) (Forgotten)

Divine Creatures: ?

? ? ? (forgotten)

…

It landed on the net and merged into the distorted chaos, but it was no longer close, and the eight dark spirit golden pupils were turning.

is like sizing up prey.

One person and one spider looked at each other from afar, and the Eternal Web fell into an eerie silence.

It seems to be deeply afraid of something.

Roy realized that something was wrong, his mind moved, he grabbed the crossbow from the void, and a gem mark marked the huge body of the lion-headed spider.

A piece of gorgeous gem dust appeared on the body covered with black wolf hair, which was as eye-catching as the lights of the night!

嗖—

The bowstring hummed, Roy Electric Flint pulled the trigger, and his figure flashed for 100 meters with the arrow.

The    long sword shattered the dim space, emitting a silver light!

However, when he emerged from the sky, the lion-headed spider in front of him was still thirty meters away.

The distance has not decreased at all.

“My heart-wrenching decision! You refused the favor of fate, so you can only feel the pain, wailing, roaring, trembling, and singing for me!”

The two chelicerae of the lion’s mouth swayed from side to side, and the huge figure of the lion-headed spider pulled the spider silk up to the sky again, and the spider web began to sway violently, like a stormy sea.

Roy shot an arrow towards the sky, his cloak flew up, and his figure flashed upwards.

Puff-puff-puff!

In the dome as deep as the night sky, hundreds of white cocoons fell like meteors, smashing the Kunen shield that protected his body, forcing him to retreat to the net.

Kacha Kacha.

The large silkworm cocoons cracked at the same time, and strange shadows emerged.

Roy fixed his eyes and then lost his mind – the first one who took the lead turned out to be a man who was familiar to the depths of his soul and almost made him unforgettable.

With short black hair and wearing a knight’s shirt, the burly and burly Vigoforts!

On his right stood a strange man whose appearance was like a highly forked alder tree, with a hideous human face bulging between the trunk and branches. The face was made of branches and leaves, with clearly visible facial features and a sparse chin. colored beards.

Treeman Idalan.

On the right is a man wearing a black dress, with a pale face, red lips like blood, revealing two sharp canine teeth, exuding a gloomy aristocratic temperament.

The high-ranking vampire Grufid.

All kinds of monsters that Roy had killed behind them, petrified chicken snakes, frost trolls, bat-winged demons, ghouls… have burst out of their cocoons.

huddled together like a chilling army.

Their faces, distorted by pain, looked over at the same time.

is eyeing.

“Witcher, you have countless souls.”

The lion-headed spider taunted in the chaos,

“You thought you killed them and devoured their souls, and that’s the end of the matter?”

“No, their hatred and fear towards you, their helplessness and pain at death, will all be fed back to you tenfold and hundredfold.”

“Now I unleash it all.”

“Enjoy it!”

(end of this chapter)