God-level Demon Hunter

Soon, his whole body was worn away by the frost, and he became like a white bone covered with a layer of flesh.

Consciousness begins to slacken.

next second.

He moved up the ranks.

The golden light appeared.

Surging vitality gushed out from the depths of the bone marrow, and all injuries healed as before.

Rejuvenated, he continued to shuttle through the vast white storm until he was dying again.

At this time, a warm force suddenly surged from the sword of the lake girl behind her.

A soft, waxy and sweet voice nourished his dry heart like a spring.

Long emerald green hair entwined with water vapor, petal-like lips, and a sweetly smiling face appeared in front of her eyes.

"Roy, the knight of Lake Vizima!"

"you'll never Walk Alone!"

The power of the lady of the lake made him recover a second time.

……

The third deadline arrived as scheduled.

The jade of passion is shining, and the sacred image of the Holy Trinity, the young girl, the pregnant woman, and the old man, pierces the darkness and cold.

"Roy, son of the ancient blood."

"You kept your promise and gave your life for it..."

"We will live and die with you."

In the changing aurora like a waterfall, Freya and Melitelli walked side by side, waving their hands and scattering golden light.

Until their bodies become hazy and transparent.

The indestructible golden shield firmly protected the three ancient blood.

Sailed far, far with them!

But the darkness was suffocatingly long.

He was dying again, and this time, no god came to his aid.

"Roy, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!"

"Roy... babble!"

……

"Woooooooooooo...are there only bones left? Let go, please, let us protect you!"

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

zizi...

In the darkness, there was a frightening blood light, and a tentacle pierced through the darkness and severe cold to engulf the two girls. The Supreme Shadow waved thousands of arms and legs, and the suction cup squirmed, devouring the hoarfrost to its heart's content.

Hoarfrost is endless, coming from all directions, wrapping and freezing it.

It was like prey in a pale spider's web.

The movement gradually weakened and returned to its original state.

……

"Aha!"

A sigh suddenly sounded in the desperate darkness.

"Roy, the demon hunter of the Viper School, if you sink here, won't you miss our ten-year agreement?"

"That's no good! You haven't tasted the more beautiful and wonderful games I have prepared for you!"

Dense runes suddenly appeared on the arm of the white bone, outlining the wildly laughing face of the businessman with a swollen head, and the blazing platinum sun in his eyes,

"Let me, Gunter O'Dim, help you with this last effort!"

……

A silver-gray lightning flashed in the deep darkness.

The witcher opened his eyes!

The long sword cuts through the chaos, cuts towards the bright stars, the end of the eternal hoarfrost!

Chapter 15 The End Is Another Beginning

Nuocheng Dance Hall.

The gorgeous crystal chandelier on the ceiling swayed gently, illuminating the bard on the stage in a blue notched lapel, puff-sleeve tight top, and a fashionable iris-decorated hat.

The melodious voice faded as he plucked the strings of the lute.

After singing a song, he bent slightly and bowed to everyone in the audience.

The crowd responded with thunderous applause and cheers.

Someone in the audience stood up,

"Master Dandelion, thank you." He was as short and stocky as a stone pier, with a thick beard hanging down to his abdomen, and his voice was loud and deep, "Please allow me, Yarpen Zigrin, the guardian of the eternal fire, The dwarf who was once pointed out by the witcher—I pay tribute to you, who is called the world's number one voice of nature, and I believe that all the audience here will agree with my point of view."

The dwarves looked around - there were more than 200 people in the audience, including humans, non-human races such as dwarves, elves and gnomes, warlocks with long hair and shawls, and sexy and enchanting dreamers.

Peddlers in coarse linen and nobles in gorgeous clothes crowded the entire dance hall to the brim. The extremely expensive membership seats, which were rarely visited by anyone a few days ago, were filled with big names in the city—the leader of the Nordic gang, the collector, The Beggar King, Cleaver the Butcher, and even His Eminence the Archbishop of the Eternal Flame were all present.

Some audience members failed to buy seats, or stood in the aisle, or sat on the red carpet next to the chairs, and some simply straddled the railing by the stairs.

But this time no one will be offended by such rude behavior. They nodded and whispered to each other, a few shirtless men raised their glasses and cheered loudly, and a few women immersed themselves in the epic lyrics just now. , sobbing softly while wiping his eyes.

"Your "The Brotherhood of the Witcher" is really wonderful. You should spread it all over the world, Kaedwen, Redania, Temeria, Aedirn, and even under the Dragon Mountains in the far north Kerviel, let all northerners hear, and let them know about these heroes who lurk behind the crisis."

"Let some people repent for the ignorant and stupid slander and slander in the past, and sincerely apologize to the demon hunter!"

The few dwarves Bernie, Regan Dahlberg, and Brother Pauly around Yarpan nodded heavily with flushed faces.

Some of the coarse sackclothed peasants in the crowd looked ashamed.

"But I am a little dissatisfied. When will you be able to create a sequel? You can't whet everyone's appetite and let it be over? The demon hunters killed monsters, saved countless lives, and completely wiped out the wandering creatures in the sky. The Wild Hunt helped the mages in the north prevent the coup d'état on Shaned Island, and indirectly contributed to the Northern Alliance's participation in Livia's Queen Mivi's homeland defense war, keeping the Black Armored Army out."

"But what happened next? Has the disaster that endangered the entire world been resolved... I heard from the person who moved here from Goss Velen that the sea next to the island is still frozen, and it has almost become a wonderful work of art. The marvels of the sea, those defiant mages even erected statues of witchers in Arethusa."

"That's right, even if you don't plan to continue singing, you should still tell us..." Miss Corinne Tilly's big eyes flickered, "The young witcher and those two lovely and respectable little ladies are prophesying What did you see at the end of the white frost?"

"How should I put it?" Dandelion showed a mysterious smile, "Everything in the world has its pros and cons, there are good people and there are bad people, there are hot and there are cold, there are strong and there are weak. Blood is regarded as positive, so hoarfrost is negative.

One creates space-time rifts, and the other keeps repairing them.They were born at the same time, fought against each other, and entangled for thousands of years like fateful twins. "

"So did they succeed! Did the Ancient Blood win?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Archbishop Cyrus Helmfart and shapeshifter Gigi, who was sitting on the second floor, stroked his chin and said loudly, "If their actions failed, the catastrophe would have come long ago. Where are we mortals? Opportunity to sit in a ballroom and drink and merry, where else to pray to the great eternal fire?"

"Dwarf brother, beautiful lady, you must be drunk." Collector Gawain Samsa joked.

"No, you misunderstood me. Hoarfrost has undoubtedly disappeared, but have the three heroes come back alive?" Yarpan looked at the bard with puffy eyes like fish bubbles, with a trace of tension and expectation.

Under the stage, the people who were touched by the ballad just now held their breath and pricked up their ears, for fear of seeing a movement of shaking their heads.

"Haha, everyone..." Dandelion smiled and said mysteriously, "Maybe one day in the future, when you are walking in the wild and being harassed by monsters and are in danger, you will know the answer."

"Now, please forgive me for temporarily resigning! In addition, in the next month at least, I will have to travel far away, and I will not be able to perform for everyone! Please forgive me." Dandelion bowed apologetically, and turned his eyes to the entrance of the ballroom , a simple and cute girl stood there waving at him with brown hair draped behind her head, her big black eyes sparkling with innocence and childishness.

He jumped off the stage with his arms around the lute, waved to the enthusiastic audience around him, and walked straight over.

"Ms. Casca... are you all ready?"

"Master Dan, everyone has already arrived, and you are the only one missing. But is it really okay for you to leave Ms. Priscilla alone in Keweier?"

"Ahem!" Dandelion snapped his fingers and said righteously, "Aren't I sacrificing myself? Aren't several couples waiting for me to preside over an unprecedented wedding in another world? If it wasn't for this A group of old friends, how could I leave my beautiful wife and fanatical fans behind?"

"And think about it, the witcher, the sorceress, the night goblin, the high-ranking vampire, and a bunch of Ain-Air and Ain-Sidey who are stinking all day long, going to such a far and completely strange place , if there is no interesting poet to adjust the adjustment in the middle, how boring life will be, it is a kind of torture!"

"Wait, ma'am, shouldn't we go to Gawain's house in a carriage and board the ship?"

The girl drew the outline with both hands, and the magical aura transformed into a prismatic portal.

"That's too slow!"

The girl pulled him and jumped in together.

Turn around.

next second.

When Dandelion came back to his senses, he was already standing by the side of a huge two-masted sailing ship, his eyes casually looked over the guardrail, and he felt dizzy for a while—at a height of thousands of meters, the buildings and crowds on the ground Passing by quickly, it is as small as an ant.

Looking around, the sky is as clear as the surface of a lake, dotted with white clouds, changing strange shapes.

A suffocating cold wind blew in the air, blowing the sails unfurled like banners, and the pattern of crossed sword blades shone golden in the high-altitude sun.

In the middle of the hull, familiar guys were chatting enthusiastically.

Ivar Xieyan waved his right fist with great ambition, and described a bright future with Leso, Serrit, Oakes, the four new Snakes. Geralt and Yennefer stood side by side to enjoy the scenery, Vesemir and Mrs. Mariel whispered close to each other, Escal put his arms around the slender waist of the giggling female night devil, Lambert gleefully flattered Lydia and Cantila, Kayan and Ian Flynn poisedly studied a "death knell" plant, and Ignatius sang a newly learned opera to Cohn.

Vulture, Cohen, and Aiden, surrounded by a group of apprentices including Carl, Arkham, Monty, and Angulan, told stories about their past adventures.

Coral and Triss, all dressed up in costumes, are maintaining a magic barrier with a group of Elven Elder mages, helping the black ship resist the high-altitude cold wind.

"Hey, Dandelion, you're late! You're fine with singing everyone a proper song!"

A heroic yet extremely beautiful girl in a light hunting suit sneaked up to him.

The silver ponytail on the back of the head, the badges of the Wolf Pie and the Snake Pie on the chest are happily dangling, and the corners of the mouth are also grinning happily,

"Shirley, why do you dress like a witcher? Who gave you two swords and two badges? Your grandmother is willing to let you go?"

Dandelion plucked a beautiful note on the strings.

"Hmm...you don't know? Not long ago, Roy and I used the blood of the ancients to meet Emhyr Enress, who abandoned his wife and daughter."

"What does that have to do with my problem?"

"Under the persuasion of Roy and I, the emperor in the south realized his mistake and voluntarily returned Sintra to Grandma Calanthe. Grandma solved the serious problem in her heart, and when she was happy, she gave me freedom!"

Dandelion was slandered immediately. How could the ruler of Nilfgaard be persuaded by the white flames flying over the enemy's grave? Take it out and use it as a subject for poetry creation!

In the blink of an eye, he even thought of a name, and it was called—"The Girl Who Made Emperor Emhyr Subdue"

"It's a pity that little Eleni was forcibly detained by grandma, saying that she will inherit the throne of Cintra in the future!"

Ciri interrupted his lust with a murmur,

"But I'm not interested at all, whether it's Sintra, or the king of Ain-Air. I just like to take risks with everyone!"

"Okay, Demon Hunter Ciri, congratulations on your freedom! Seriously, where is our navigator Roy?"

"Front!"

A hooded and cloaked man stomped on the bow cone of the ship with one foot.

He carried two swords on his back, and behind the two swords was a crossbow.

Raised his right hand abruptly, and shouted,

"Get ready, everyone, close your eyes, hold your breath, and be silent for tens of seconds!"

Swah——

The black ship stopped suddenly, and moved forward again. The sharp angle of impact cut through the void, and the whole ship quickly sank into it and disappeared.

Darkness, nothingness.

After a brief and indescribably wondrous journey.

The light was restored before everyone's eyes!

The black ship has sailed into a completely strange world.

Obviously, it was summer and autumn before, but here it is winter.

The cold wind whistled past.