The peace of the temple was completely broken.
In the wide courtyard, the jagged flames frantically burst into the charcoal carriage, the white snow covering the ground sublimated into misty steam in the high temperature, and the sunlight reflected the psychedelic seven-color light.
The statue of the prophet, tilted thirty degrees, gleamed with the flames, and the horses lying on the icy snow twitched and wailed.
The dark eyes overflowed with despair!
Not a single word.
Demon hunters and monsters fight to the death.
Click!
A dragon's dream detonated beside the tall lion man, and a flurry of fluttering fire snakes licked the lion man's tattered clothes and covered golden hair.
An angry roar erupted, and the surrounding walls shook violently.
It leaped high, its hair stood on end, two pairs of curved claws swung at the witcher, and the flames swayed wildly in the wind, extinguished in the blink of an eye by the gas spewing from its pores.
Carl jumped to the side keenly, like a matador who lifted the red cloth, and turned quickly with his left foot as the center of gravity.
Bruzzi the Lion just passed him by.
But the god-level reflex of the cat made it stick out its sharp claws laterally at the moment of disorientation.
Boo!
Quinn's shield was instantly annihilated, and Carl stumbled involuntarily.
It took the opportunity to turn around, stretched its neck, opened its bloody mouth, and snapped its poisonous fangs together, just a step away from the witcher's neck, and the stench of spittle stars sprayed onto his face.
boom!
When Carl jumped back, he pushed Alder in the palm of his hand, blasting away the behemoth in front of him, and dragging a one-meter-long trace on the snow.
However, its dexterity is not inferior to its strength, and it does not lose its balance in one blow, and it lunges forward again.
Karl bowed his knees, the purple Arden circle lit up under him, and the sword in his hand pointed directly at the Lionman's left chest and heart.
Under the flames, water vapor and sunlight, the handsome face with blood vessels twisted like earthworms swept across with a hint of determination.
He faced the black shadow that fell from above, and faced the attack of the mountain.
Shaped like an arrow, the silver sword stabs!
boom!
Gold and iron fight.
The hard, sharp nails rubbed against the metal to create a cascade of sparks.
The two sides separated, but Carl took three steps back, his body swayed, and he almost didn't fall.
And the lion is only a small step back.
In the next second, two opponents with amazing reaction and balance attacked again.
The lion's thick arms folded forward with a gust of wind, trying to grapple the witcher's "petite" body.
But countless dodging drills and the Arden Seal saved him.
Carl was short, like a small mink trying to avoid a lynx bite, from his left armpit to his back.
Arm muscles bulge, thrusting with full force.
puff!
Blood splashed, and half of the sword tip pierced into the lion man's back, stuck in the rock-hard muscles, unable to pull it out for a while.
Silver, oil of the cursed sword, and tetrodotoxin poured down the blood into the lion man's wounds.
The flames were burning and smoking.
It stiffened a bit from the pain, and turned slowly to fight back.
Chance!
The witcher let go of the hilt decisively, but did not retreat immediately. Instead, he ventured in the direction it turned and made a quick half-circle, like a sly hyena sneaking around a lion's butt.
The golden lion's mane that fluttered between the opponent's neck almost brushed his cheek.
pat!
The witcher's left hand touched it's back and it was divided, and a thumb-sized bead was attached to it, facing the heart.
Immediately afterwards, he pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, but he didn't pull it out for a while!
He was startled, and immediately paid the price for his greed.
boom!
The suffocating shadow and the terrifying sound of breaking the air are coming towards you!
An iron tower-like arm was hitting his chest, and a huge force erupted at the junction, like detonating a powerful bomb.
Carl was blown away in an instant, his body spanned half the courtyard, and slammed into the statue heavily.
The statue, which had been slanted by the carriage, collapsed completely.
A mass of blood flowers burst out from the ground, and the poor horse that had been mourning for a long time was directly crushed into rotten flesh.
And the witcher was lying weakly in Rebiwanda's open arms, his pupils dilated, blood and visceral fragments spewed from his nose and mouth, his chest sank terribly, his breath was like gossamer, his face was like golden paper.
The statue is divided into two parts, and the pedestal reveals a statue of a lion-headed spider entrenched in a cobweb.
It was opening its mouth wide, greedily sucking the blood of the witcher.
"breathe…"
"Stupid and weak mutants, as I said, you are seeking your own death."
"But don't be afraid, death is constant, and the generous Bruzzi will send you home."
The lion man habitually rubbed the top of his head and let out a weird ho-ho laugh. He strode up to the witcher, and his sharp right paw like a knife cage pressed down on his head with thunder, as if he was about to burst a watermelon.
puff!
Carl suddenly rolled off the statue and landed at the lion's feet.
Blurred eyes looked at its back.
It raised its foot at him. The corners of the boneless witcher's mouth wriggled in the snow, revealing an ugly smile.
"goodbye."
He raised his left hand awkwardly, and the Axifa seal in his palm reflected in Bruzzi's bloodshot pupils, and it instantly lost his mind.
Just half a second.
The second crimson seal on Carl's right hand shone with dazzling light.
A scorching fiery snake roared out, passed over the Lionman's left foot from bottom to top, and covered the clay bomb behind it!
boom!
The whole temple trembled.
A huge hole exploded in the snow with a loud noise like the sky and the earth, and the dazzling fire flooded half of the courtyard, turning it into a sea of purgatory fire, but it only lasted for two seconds.
When the fire is gone.
With a scarlet silver bottle in his mouth, the unrecognizable witcher stood in the hole and raised his silver sword towards the half-lion who had lost his ability to resist.
A series of miraculous changes took place on his body. The shocking burns began to slough off, and the skin grew as white and flawless as a baby. The broken bones spontaneously wriggled and corrected, and the flesh and blood of the wound stretched out countless fresh granulation, which healed in the blink of an eye.
The lion-man's state was the exact opposite. The whole person was blown in half by a clay bomb, the part below the chest was torn apart, and the two fluffy thighs were scattered not far away.
But the life force of the damned is astonishingly tenacious, and it still has one breath left.
The black head licked by the flames widened a pair of vertical pupils, and stared at the condescending witcher with pleasure and fear.
A grim smile appeared on his face covered with scarlet burns,
"Don't be complacent, the outcome is uncertain... I'm waiting for you in the Great Weaver's net—"
Swah—
The long sword fell.
The huge lion's head was thrown flying, and it fell to the ground and rolled out a dark red blood road.
"Go on, old man!"
Carl looked up at the prayer room, took a long sigh, wiped the blood from the spine of the sword, and the words "kill the evil in the world" seemed to be nourished by some kind of nourishment and became dazzling.
…
a few minutes ago.
Prayer indoors.
The candles kept jumping and trembling in the wind.
Dino the Lion roared and lifted Arkham five meters away with one paw, smashing a wooden table, and a package behind him rolled to the ground.
A few fat men with big belly were woken up by the roar, grabbed clothes and wrapped their naked bodies, and rushed to the door like girls calling for help.
The priestess stood there, staring coldly at the intruding witcher with deep malice and resentment.
Obscure incantations from lips.
Those abused orphans received some kind of order, and with a dull expression, they got up from the wet carpet and chairs, and quickly moved closer to Daisy.
The men also lowered their heads in a daze.
Only An Gulan was stunned under the altar. Perhaps it was fate. The package dropped from the witcher's back rolled to her feet, revealing two pale bones.
This is-
The sweaty blonde hair trembled on her shoulders, her pupils contracted, and deep sadness appeared on her delicate cheeks. She gritted her teeth, struggled, her facial features were twisted, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, as if she was mediating with some invisible force.
She bit her tongue hard.
The sting kept her awake.
She reached out and held the package in her arms, tears welling up in her eyes,
"Pamela, Celia, we're together again."
"This time, I will take you away!"
The burden was tightly wrapped around her back, and she suddenly grabbed half of the sharp, broken table leg and hid it in her trousers, her dark brown eyes flashed a certain determination, and her thin body limped towards the door.
"boom!"
Arkham's left hand outlines a light blue inverted triangle, and the torrent of magic power pushes the rushing monster away!
He looked around unwillingly, panting heavily like thunder.
Under this dark dome like hell, the pressure from all directions stings his nerves like a tide.
The priests and the orphans around him, the hateful eyes that were skinning him and cramping, made him gasp.
And the majestic Lion Dino waved his fangs and claws, releasing the breath of danger and death. It was like an insurmountable moat, blocking the front of the priestess.
The only thing that can break the game is the bomb, but doing so will definitely cause countless casualties.
tick.
A drop of cold sweat ran down his chin.
Like a magical sound, Arkham heard a strange voice—
run!
Run away!
Your chance is gone, you can't match it!
He jumped up suddenly, and slashed at the lion man with swords in both hands.
The half-moon-shaped sword light fell.
He heard a majestic roar, a painful cry caused by the touch of sword oil and silver.
Then a huge force came, and the lion man lifted him away again, and his sharp claws tore a bloody hole out of his left face.
And the sword that is enough to split the real male lion in half only leaves a not deep and not shallow sword mark on its tough arm.
You must die!
The palm of the hand clenching the hilt of the sword was sweating,
Frustration is back.
He noticed that An Gulan stumbled and rushed back to the crowd, his face hung down with a dull expression, and he was assimilated by the crowd.
Without hesitation, he took out the scarlet silver jar in his pocket and took a sip without hesitation.
The blood vessels on the green face are terrifyingly prominent, and the blood in the body is rushing wildly like the undercurrent of the seabed, finally suppressing the timid voice.
All the disturbances around are gone, only the sword in hand, only the enemy in front of you!
He roared loudly, and fought with the lion with his sword in both hands.
A primitive fight kicked off, with both sides attacking in a random and instinctive way.
Arkham spun and slashed, the blade slashed the lion's waist, and blood poured out from the torn flesh.
At the same time, Dino's claw also tore apart the witcher's Quinn shield, as well as the large artery between his neck, and the splattered blood stained Arkham's crazy and grim face.
But he didn't stop, as if he had never been hurt, and went around its armpit with catlike agility, stabbed it diagonally, and stabbed it in the armpit.
The lion-man turned around in pain and slammed the witcher to the ground, only to be surprised to find that the huge gap in his neck had healed.
He swung his sword and bullied him straight up!
swish swish—
The two figures collided dazzlingly, swapping wounds for wounds, desperately creating wounds on each other's bodies.
Like two hungry beasts biting each other frantically!
Every cruel and decisive counterattack, with a thud, there will be vigorous blood and pieces of withered fur and minced meat, rolling down.
Just ten seconds.
The Witcher's arms and shoulders were gnawed out of bones by the sharp fangs of the Lionman, half of his face was ripped apart by the barbs on his tongue, and his chest was sunken.
The lion-man turned into a pierced cowhide water bag, and red blood was gushing from the wounds like catfish mouths between the thick golden hairs.
The flesh and blood under both sides piled up into a river, and the carpet was soaked and stained red!
Yet the situation has turned.
The perverted resilience given by the high-sucking decoction made the witcher become more and more brave, but the lion man's condition declined rapidly because of the sword oil toxin that gradually accumulated in the wound.
"Black Greba, I pray to you, I implore you to bring doom over my enemies."
Seeing that the poor priestess Daisy folded her hands on her chest, her pretty face began to pray devoutly.
Invisible magic ripples in the prayer room.
An Gulan, who was silently hiding in the crowd, saw his eyes lit up, quietly took out the "weapon" from his trouser legs, squeezed away the confused companion in front of him, and poked at the priestess suddenly.
Pfft! Blood splatters!
The table legs stabbed her soft belly, and she whimpered and hunched like a boiled prawn. She almost didn't bite off her tongue, and the prayers stopped.
The corner of An Gulan's mouth grinned happily, and then the second stick stabbed at her eye socket. A man couldn't help standing in front of Daisy, his neck was pierced by the leg of the table, and he fell into the crowd screaming!
…
The priestess's painful breathing caught the attention of Dino the Lion. He gave up the witcher who was entangled around him, and turned around and ran wildly while dragging his bruised body.
But it made a huge mistake, baring its back to the witcher unsuspectingly.
Arkham took this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Every action that follows comes from an instinct that has been tempered and refined, which is both precise and deadly!
He quickly chased after three steps, raised his hands, his neck, spine, waist, and thighs, twisting his whole body into a single force, stabbing a sword that was at its peak so far.
Swah—
The sword light hit the lion man's left back like a flash of lightning through the air, and slammed in!
The witcher heard the sound of a broken heart.
The lion man's huge body was stiff, like a sailboat destroyed by a storm at sea, covering the hole in his chest, his knees bent weakly for a while, and the man fell to his knees in a pool of blood.
Drawing his sword, Arkham took the fourth step.
There was a terrifying sound of whale sucking in the air, and he swung his sword with both hands, and the sword light flashed.
Pfft!
The bloody, ugly head rolled to the priestess' feet.
Dino the Lion bleeds from the seven holes and can't rest in peace.
There was a momentary silence in the prayer room!
Suddenly, an invisible green fire ignited in the air.
The pale faces of the group of children swayed wildly in the cold flames, their bodies twitched like epileptics, their wrists and ankles were tensed, and their joints twisted and reflexed strangely, making a series of crackling sounds. In some kind of weird change, An Gulan was not spared this time. She stood in front of the priestess like a puppet, twitching wildly.
The priestess raised the bloody lion head and placed it in front of her, replacing the original delicate face, as if she had grown a hideous lion head. At the same time, eight sharp spider legs appeared on the wall behind her.
Gululu, the dead lion head actually started blinking, green flames shot out of his pupils, his expression was sacred and serious, his eyes looked contemptuous and indifferent, like a god looking down at mortals in the sky.
When Arkham was caught by this gaze, he froze in place as if struck by lightning, unable to move, and even stopped breathing.
"The ghost hunter!"
The blood basin opened and closed, and the majestic edict sounded, composed of thousands of different sounds, which echoed in all spaces.
The eight spider legs stretched straight at the same time, like a large web being pulled apart.
"Repent in eternal pain!"
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