Demon Hunter: I became a god in the demon hunting world

"I know. There aren't many people in your hotel now. You should lock the door tightly, okay?"

"Master Dick, don't worry. Those bastards from the Black Cat Mercenary Group are all staying in our hotel. The monster will definitely not dare to come. Of course, thank you for your reminder."

After that, the young man ran back to the house, closed the doors and windows, and extinguished the oil lamp in one go.

Dick focused his mind directly, turned on the demon hunter senses, sensed everything around him, and walked forward.

But he wandered on this path many times, estimated that it had been more than half an hour, and there was no smell of monsters.

Dick shook his head slightly: It seems that this is the only way.

He touched the space bag, took out the bottle of country red wine he asked from the boss, unscrewed the cork, and drank half a bottle in one gulp.

Then Dick immediately felt his face hot and his brain slightly tipsy.

Then he staggered back and forth on the road, humming: "I've drunk too much, I'm not drunk, I've drunk too much, I'm not drunk..."

After humming for a while, seeing that there was still no response from the surroundings, he simply put the bottle in front of his mouth again, took a sip every few steps, and occasionally sang a few tuneless songs from his previous life loudly.

The surroundings were silent, except for the ghostly howling of a demon hunter.

And suddenly, Dick felt a gust of wind coming from behind, accompanied by a unique body odor of mammals.

Looking back, an upright wolf was salivating and baring its sharp teeth and rushing towards him.

This was a gray-haired werewolf, tall, slightly taller than Tyson.

And the movements were much faster than ordinary wild wolves.

But how could Dick be easily caught and knocked down by him?

He just turned sideways to avoid the attack, and he didn't look drunk at all.

The werewolf slid backwards by inertia, barely stopping himself by sticking his claws into the frozen mud.

At this time, Dick had already pulled out his right hand and stretched it backwards. "Shua", the silver sword was pulled out neatly, and he quickly turned around and slashed forward diagonally.

The werewolf also reacted quickly, quickly blocking Dick's attack with his claws covered with mud and frozen snow.

Seeing this, Dick immediately turned around, using his waist strength to swing the sword vigorously.

The werewolf continued to resist.

Dick swung the sword again, with much greater force than before, and the werewolf could only defend.

Except for the first sneak attack, after only a few rounds, the werewolf was obviously struggling and completely unable to resist Dick's attack. At the same time, his body was already covered in blood and suffered a lot of injuries.

A moment later, Dick seized an opportunity. When the werewolf had just resisted an attack and was unable to stop, he suddenly pushed forward with his right hand. A huge flame burst out from his palm and burned the werewolf's chest.

The werewolf was burned and howled.

It immediately jumped back with force, pulling more than 3 meters away from Dick.

He took the opportunity to slap the flame on his chest.

After extinguishing it, he looked at Dick fiercely.

Is he finally going to fight to the death?

Dick clenched the hilt of the sword, intending to finish off the werewolf.

Who would have thought that the werewolf suddenly raised his head and howled, turned around and ran.

At this time, two howls came from behind Dick.

Turning around, he saw two pairs of wild wolves with dim eyes just behind him in the bushes on the left and right of the path.

He was too focused on fighting the werewolf just now, and didn't notice the appearance of these two beasts at all.

One of them had already jumped up high, with its mouth wide open, ready to bite the witcher's neck.

Dick's hand without the sword stretched out instantly, narrowly avoiding its bite, and grabbed its neck with another slap.

The other werewolf's bite was just around the corner, and Dick simply swung the wolf in his hand hard, hitting the other wolf accurately.

Before the two wolves could get up, a wailing sound rang out, and Dick swung his sword again, cutting the two wolves into four pieces at the same time.

Dick turned his head, panting slightly, sensing the dark red dotted line winding in front of him, and muttered: "Monster, you can't run away."

After that, he walked forward along the dotted line that had marked the werewolf's scent.

Dick thought to himself:

This fire seal is really useful against this kind of fire-fearing monster.

The werewolf saw a large area of ​​his body being burned, and the fire had an inhibitory effect on its self-healing ability, so the injury just now would definitely not heal so quickly.

Take advantage of his weakness to kill him!

After walking forward for a while, Dick entered a forest.

The final destination of the winding dotted line was a wooden house in the woods.

The wooden house was surrounded by a simple fence, and the shelves next to it were filled with various prey skins, bows and arrows, and short blades.

Is this... the hunter's home?

Dick came to the hut cautiously, knocked on the wooden door with his knuckles, and clenched the silver sword with his other hand, "Hey, is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

No one responded, so he knocked again, and this time the sound was louder.

"Is anyone there?"

Dick decided that if no one responded again, he would just kick the wooden door open.

There was a sound from inside the door that seemed to have just woken up, and at the same time, a light appeared: "Who is it? It's so late, what do you want from me?"

Dick heard that this was the hunter named Brown whom he met in the hotel today.

"Hello, I'm a demon hunter. There are demons running around nearby. I just came here to remind you to be careful."

"I see. You can go now. I'll be ready. Thank you for your reminder."

"Okay."

Then, the light inside the door dimmed again, and the hunter inside seemed to be asleep again.

Dick outside the door held his breath and stared at the door frame in front of him.

A few seconds later, Dick moved his feet, slightly turned sideways, dodged the beast's claws that broke through the door, and stabbed with a sword at the same time.

The howling of the werewolf suddenly sounded inside the door.

Dick drew his sword and quickly stepped back two steps.

The werewolf had rushed out of the house, ignoring the huge bleeding wound on his abdomen, and pounced on Dick again.

"Why did you do this?" Dick asked after easily dodging the attack.

At this time, he was very comfortable dealing with the seriously injured werewolf, but the werewolf did not answer, but continued to attack Dick, and at the same time, he sniffed hard with his nose, and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.

It seemed that he was hungry.

Dick wanted to capture the werewolf alive and hand it over to the villagers for disposal.

But seeing that the monster attacked so crazily, he did not hold back.

Dodging the attack again, Dick came behind the werewolf and stabbed with a sword, which hit the heart of the monster.

After pulling out the sword, the werewolf fell forward directly, and then his body slowly shrank and changed into a naked man, who was the hunter Brown.

Brown did not die immediately.

Dick knew through the senses of the demon hunter that his heart was extremely weak and he was about to die.

Slowly came to his side, looked down and said: "Why did you kill those villagers."