The Divine Hunter

Roy did not search in vain for the ethereal glass mirror in the remaining tower, but walked straight into the fountain pool.

After a few quick steps, I came to a light gray stone wall next to the pool.

He closed his eyes and put them on his ears, smooth and hard to the touch, gurgling water, flowing happily behind the marble walls.

A relieved smile appeared on the young face.

"Although the process is deviated, the method of solving the puzzle in the end has not changed... Just break the wall and let the water pour into the fountain pool, then, Gaunt Odim, don't think about breaking the bill!"

"Then try it." The man replied casually.

Roy drew a blue positive triangle with his right hand, mana poured out of his palm, and he suddenly pushed against the wall.

There was a loud "bang", the strong airflow hit the wall, and the dust shook off, but the expected water did not flow out——

Because the wall is still standing stubbornly.

The witcher's Alpha Seal did not break it!

"Obviously everything is in the plan, and it's the last step..." Roy's face flashed a trace of anxiety, at this time less than one-tenth of the hourglass remained.

He has five minutes left.

Two seconds later, the witcher bombarded the wall again.

Immediately afterwards, the whole body became cold, and the wall remained motionless.

Roy's heart skipped a beat, his breathing became rapid,

However, the facts were in front of him, and reason told him that the achievements of the Alpha Seal were not enough to smash the wall.

This is a detail he has been ignoring. Even if he calculates the bonus of the ancient blood, his seal is at the level of LV2 at most.

The inability to smash the wall was unexpected and reasonable.

"The Snake School has not been revived, the Witcher Brotherhood has not been established, and I haven't had time to say goodbye to Lao Mo, Susie, Coral, Ciri, and Dao... No, I must not lose!"

"Haha, recognize the reality!" Master Mirror began to ridicule recklessly, "Man, the opportunity to solve the puzzle is in front of you, but you didn't grasp it yourself... Then you can't blame me,

Follow along obediently, and go with Arian to a world that has never been seen before and is incomparably wonderful! "

"No!" Roy yelled, and the strange and unpredictable face of Master Mirror appeared in front of him again. What would happen if he was taken away by this guy?

Soul devoured?

Visions suddenly appeared in front of him, and the endless darkness and emptiness were like tides, completely submerging and annihilating him, erasing all traces of existence!

The witcher rushed to the wall, beating the wall in a frenzy, one punch, two punches.

"Pfft" muffled sound, blood splashed.

His fists were quickly ripped apart and his flesh was blurred, revealing his pale bones. Although his ten-point strength was twice that of an ordinary person, it was still a dream to smash hard marbles.

"Hahaha!" Master Mirror joked, "I still remember how confident you were at the beginning? I bet you, snatch your soul from my hands... Oh, a brave man, the face is on schedule. death, still a coward!"

"Why don't you accept my gift with dignity and grace?"

"Shut up! I didn't lose!" Roy glanced at the hourglass that passed quickly, but still didn't give up, "There's still time!"

"There must be a way!"

The Master Mirror admired his "performance", and said with a shrill voice,

"Forgot to tell you that after taking away your soul, this nutritious body can't be wasted. How about staying in my world to become flower fertilizer? I will use your ** to water the most beautiful and deadly flowers. ."

When the voice came into his ears, the witcher suddenly lowered his head, stopped all movements, stared blankly at the dazzling blood stains on the back of his hands, and the young face showed a sudden color.

"An unbreakable mirror...water...liquid-blood, smashing the blood-colored reflection..." He repeated these words to himself, "Smashing the blood-colored reflection, so it is!"

"Poor bastard, this is unbearable, it collapses-" Master Mirror's voice stopped abruptly.

The witcher suddenly rushed to the middle of the dry pool.

There is not a drop of water left here. The building that carried the fountain a long time ago is like a cake, layer by layer, from bottom to top, rapidly shrinking from large to large.

On the top level is a pool the size of a baptismal basin.

The witcher stood up, his face was as cold as a knife, his left hand was put into the pool, and his right hand, Arondite, was cut off suddenly.

"puff--"

The divine weapon bestowed by the fairy in the lake was so sharp that it cut iron like mud, not to mention the flesh and blood, and cut off his left wrist in an instant.

A palm fell into the pool.

The large artery at the severed palm was torn, and the blood gushed like a spring. In just a few dozen seconds, it filled a small half of the pool, less than a quarter of a gallon.

Under the massive blood loss, Roy didn't seem to feel the pain. With a cold sweat, he excitedly moved to the blood pool, his bloodshot eyes unblinking.

The dark red blood rippled, and the witcher's reflection was revealed, and a familiar outline was vaguely drawn behind his shoulders - a leprosy head, a hooked nose, and dark pupils.

Master Mirror was leaning on his shoulder, leaning over to look at him.

Roy's only right hand slammed in and pulled, holding Gaunt O'Diem by the collar, and dragging him out of the blood-colored mirror into the real world.

"I got you!" Roy grinned, showing his white teeth.

This mysterious bald man stared at the witcher with pure black pupils, with a solemn expression and admiration.

"Ouw se on coq e coq la se rwa an le pil fimie ay..." He patted the witcher's right hand grasping the collar of his coat, chanting strange and obscure syllables, and his cheeks quickly turned pale, Inwardly sunken, dense black blood vessels appeared on the surface of the skin, like a terminally ill dying person,

"Yes, the second solution, what's the point of defeating me in this way?" He glanced at the huge gap in Roy's left wrist, and he could even clearly see the broken aorta and the pale bone scum, "Once you leave this world, You'll fall into a coma right away, and then die from the blood loss... If you get away with it, it's just a poor, pathetic disabled person."

"Really? Look again!" Roy put his severed hand in front of Master Mirror, and a miraculous scene appeared.

The tragic flesh and white bones began to sprout, and stretched out tentacles like paramecia. The tentacles swelled in the wind, grew and reconstructed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and within ten seconds, the missing wrist was intact.

His face, which had been pale from excessive blood loss, regained a healthy rosy appearance, and the wounds on his neck, arms and thighs from the continuous fighting also faded away in an instant.

He was in high spirits, his eyes twinkled like stars, and he was extremely energetic, as if he had never experienced all the difficulties and obstacles in the labyrinth.

"What a surprise, witcher, are there any other cards?"

"Leave, Gaunt O'Dim!" Roy laughed happily, "You have no chance to know!"

"Shen ggonia monerie, ara scdebi!"

Master Mirror suddenly recited the incantation, and a burst of shattered white light erupted from his body, breaking free from the witcher's shackles and falling back into the blood pool!

He clapped his hands and stepped back, sinking deeper and deeper, flames all over his body, and red patches appeared.

Two golden parchment scrolls flew out of his sack pocket, rushed into the raging fire and burned to ashes... A black leather manual, recording the core secrets of the flying lion school and the way to strengthen the ancient blood. in front of Roy.

At the same time, a burning pain erupted from the wrist of his right hand, and the skin seemed to be scalded by a branding iron, and an ancient red symbol and a twisted blood-colored thread appeared in an instant.

"Witcher, this time you won a game... But next time, ten years from now, it won't be so easy to pass..."

"When the time comes, don't be as weak as an ant... Work hard to grow, temper your soul... There will be more wonderful and exciting games waiting for you! Hahahaha!"

"Ah ah ah!"

Master Mirror's meaningful laughter soon turned into a human-like scream.

He was burnt to pieces, and in the blink of an eye he fell into the deepest part of the blood pool, a white-gold sun.

And Roy felt a whirlwind again and lost consciousness.