The Divine Hunter - Chapter 615

Chapter 615 Night Banquet 2

In the thick fog.

Lambert saw her.

A head of thick dark hair is draped over his back like a cloak, his pale and delicate facial features are as calm as water, and his dark eyes are like stars in the night sky.

She has no strands, and the mist turns into a veil that half hides her slender body, exuding a looming fatal temptation. It is no exaggeration to praise this beauty with any praise.

But her fingertips hung down on her waist, and her black nails like steel cones popped out in horror, easily able to cut through the fragile flesh of human beings.

also revealed her true identity, Vampire Girl, or Vampire Banshee.

This group is good at conjuring up the beauty of human beings, bewitching young men, sucking blood from their bodies to satisfy their hunger, and mastering dangerous abilities such as screaming, summoning bats, invisibility and teleportation.

But compared to their close relatives, vampires who like to cut their prey into pieces, they maintain a considerable degree of rationality, and their killings are more elegant and gentle——

Usually, instead of killing innocent people indiscriminately, he chooses a “lover” to continue smoking, so that he can enjoy the tenderness before dying. Of course, if the lover is strong enough, this “love” will last for a long time.

Lambert doesn’t like to make fun of himself to shoot “monsters” that are full of danger levels, unless it is out of self-preservation.

He took a deep breath, put his energy into the moon dust bomb in the alchemy pocket on his chest, approached her softly and vigorously, and stood still five meters away.

The young woman in the mist has straight eyes, her pale face is full of longing, and her pink tongue licks her lips. That natural charm is almost uncontrollable.

“Ma’am, this is a complete misunderstanding. I have no intention of trespassing on your territory to interrupt your vacation. If I offend you, let me say sorry. Also, you should have heard that the blood of a witcher contains many deadly demons. The medicinal ingredients are not ‘delicious’, and one sip will save at least ten years of life.”

The witcher rubbed his chest and bowed slightly to her, speaking seriously half-truths.

The woman stood there, motionless, noncommittal.

“Let’s be honest, as long as you lift the fog, I will immediately take away that group of noisy guys, and promise never to come back to this palace to disturb you again, I swear by the honor of the wolf faction.”

Lambert displayed the wolf head badge,

The woman remained silent.

“Ma’am, take advantage of the fact that there is no irreversible bitter fruit yet, and let’s part in a friendly manner! Those soldiers are just poor people who obey orders.

The woman nodded, but tilted her head and looked to the side, as if she was looking at a shivering prey in the fog, her pretty face grinned with a brilliant and terrifying arc, and the two fangs on the corners of her lips sparkled.

“Who are you looking at? The knight of the White Rose, that arrogant fool?”

The woman slowly shook her head.

“Sorceress?”

She nodded quickly, her movements crisp and powerful.

“If she has any accident, I can’t explain it to my brother. For my sake, can’t I raise your hand?”

“Besides, do you know who is standing behind her!?”

The corners of the woman’s mouth rose, her jet-black pupils shone with disdain, and her mouth let out a low growl like a beast.

A burst of deep helplessness spread over Lambert’s stinky face, he suddenly clenched the alchemy bomb,

“Then I can only trade your life for hers!”

“Crack!”

The oval moon dust drew a parabola in mid-air, and a gray dust cloud exploded on the ground.

But the woman’s slender body has already jumped to the side, perfectly avoiding the alchemy bomb, her back is arched like a big cat, her thin red lips are grinned to the base of her ears, two rows of needle-like teeth are exposed, and she screams at the opposite side.

The sound of    washed the night sky, turned into an invisible heavy hammer and hit the witcher in the chest, but only shattered a layer of the black Helios seal and disappeared.

Lambert jumped forward unaffected, spit out a cork in mid-air, and a large distorted black blood vessel appeared on his face.

The silver sword held high above his head reflects the glow of the poisonous sword oil, shreds the air with a whistling, and falls like a meteor!

The direction of the sword.

The amazingly beautiful woman has transformed into a huge bat, carrying a pair of membrane wings on her back, and a pair of gleaming steel claws staggered in front of her like a shield.

boom!

Gold and iron collided, piercing and screeching, and large dazzling sparks flew like a waterfall.

A sword that is enough to cut the beast in half, leaving only a shallow bloodstain on the sharp claws.

But the sword oil stung her!

The human-shaped bat hissed and chirped, its pitch-black wings flapped silently, and after flying into the thick fog in mid-air like a kite, it suddenly fell from another unexpected angle and rushed towards Lambert’s neck.

Lambert twisted his body and slashed, and the sword and claw collided again.

This time, the big bat that flew away was completely transparent and dissipated, blending into the mist.

The ghostly cold eyes of the witcher were unable to capture half of his figure.

But he calmly formed the seal of Arden, and the binding circle rose from his feet, and the purple light enveloped the land with a radius of five meters.

He held a long sword diagonally in one hand, and stood in the center of the circle with a lunge, closing his eyes to listen and feel.

Statue-like calm.

Huhu——

The wind was blowing.

humming——

The    pendant quivered slightly.

A pair of ghost claws suddenly appeared in the purple light, hitting Lambert’s defenseless back like a crossbow arrow.

He raised his left hand like a prophet, and outlined it with his five fingers.

After the second mutation, Quinn was woven into golden armor, blocking the attack in time.

BO!

The    golden light shattered, but a powerful anti-shock force erupted, breaking the humanoid bat apart, and a piece of moondust exploded along with its unbalanced body.

Alchemy dust filled the air!

A large number of electric arcs flickered between the black hairs covering the body. It lost its special ability and still rushed forward!

The two sides fight as a team.

Rabbit rises and falls at a speed that exceeds the limit of ordinary eyesight, circles around the opponent, chases, the sword light and the cold light of the claw blade criss-cross, cutting the fog into pieces, during which the golden and purple light continues to solidify and disillusion.

In just one minute, sweat soaked Lambert’s cheeks, and the black body of the humanoid bat was covered with long and narrow blood openings scorched by sword oil, with murderous intent in his eyes.

It flew again, and the long hair that suddenly appeared in the back of the head flew like a butterfly.

Lambert made a head-on attack against Alder to repel it, holding the sword in both hands across his chest, striding forward, the tip of the sword pierced the air, thrusting forward, the bat screamed and flapped its wings.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when the stabbing sword reached its chest, the angle suddenly turned weakly, passing through the wings and across its face.

Puff!

A blood line spilled into the air.

Two figures crossed each other.

Lambert rolled on the ground a few times and stood up together, a hair-thin wound opened on his left face, and blood dripped down his chin.

And the humanoid bat is even more tragic, the porcupine-like ugly nose is missing, half of the face is bloody, revealing the bones, and the scarlet granulation is squirming and gluing.

But the deadly sword oil wreaked havoc in the gap, burning it to the point of billowing white smoke, and the bat’s body crumbled back to human form.

The unrecognizable woman looked at Lambert with dark eyes and resentment, and screamed in a shrill voice. The voice seemed to come from hell, penetrated the seal of Helios, and scorched his breath.

But he did not stop in his final offensive, dashing towards her with a feint sword.

The severely injured woman swung her claws to block and hit Lambert’s arms. He took the opportunity to go around from her armpit to his back, twisting his waist and spine, and swinging a powerful sword.

The sharp sword threw out a piece of blood, and a sharp claw flew away!

The woman screamed, turned around and slapped, the latter followed her like a shadow, turned around one step ahead, aimed at the other arm, and swung the sword again.

Bloody arms danced in the night sky.

The woman who lost her arms fell with a huge force from her back, and she fell head-on as if struck by lightning, her cheeks buried in the soil.

At the same time, a smooth blade ran across her neck, freezing her soul with cold.

“What did I say before? Don’t listen to the witcher–” Lambert stepped on her smooth, silky back with his left foot, pressed the back of her head with one hand, and announced condescendingly, “But merciful I usually give beautiful women a second chance to dispel the fog immediately, I’ll let you go.”

The Banshee made a series of mumbles and struggled under his feet.

“What a gentle and good man!”

There were exclamations behind him, followed by three soft footsteps, and Lambert smelled a rich violet and rose middle note, and a mix of herbs.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a woman in a red dress who could be called a **** stunner, a tall and thin middle-aged man with an aristocratic hook nose, like a tax collector.

They are neither tall nor strong, not even the horrifying claws of the vampire banshee.

made Lambert feel cold all over, like falling into an ice cave.

As we all know, the more advanced and powerful vampires are, the closer they look to humans.

These two are more human than vampire banshees, so their identities are self-evident.

“Did I pour blood mold for eight lifetimes or was cursed by the evil god? Just point in any direction and wait for a few highs to suck?”

Lambert’s heart was bitter and unbearable, but he felt that the special decoction pot in the alchemy pocket had a little more confidence, and his eyes turned to the center of the two.

The sorceress Triss stood there with a dull expression, her delicate features were pale and almost transparent, like a porcelain doll that lost her soul.

makes people feel pity.

But at least there is no injury on the outside, and people are still alive, so there is something to talk about.

“Your Majesty the witcher, thank you very much for showing mercy to my good sister. How about we make a deal before it leads to bitter fruit?”

Sweet as honey and charming as the night’s voice.

The woman took Triss’s soft boob, smiled at him, and issued an invitation.

(end of this chapter)