After taking a few bottles of life and magic potions, Roy looked around, and his three summoned creatures had long been surrounded and killed, surrounded by monsters, driven into madness by pain.
They are shoulder-to-shoulder and ugly-faced, like fish competing for oxygen on the eve of a rainstorm!
They hissed and roared as they charged towards the butcher who had ended them!
Roy grabbed a dragon's dream with his left hand, shot the arrows with his right hand, and while the cloak fluttered, the ghostly figure kept flying over the heads of the group of demons. Detonate it to create a sea of fire.
When the fifteen dragon dreams and ten dancing stars in his collection were exhausted, the darkness, gloom and silence of this world were torn apart by the vast firelight, and the eternal net became a sea of fire, with countless painful reflections. Sinking in the flames, annihilation.
The chaotic dome was also glowing red and translucent with firelight!
Roy looked up.
The huge spider shadow marked by the gem flashed at high speed in it.
Its country, it can gallop as it wants, and instantly teleport to any place it wants.
Roy didn't even have a chance to touch it, what about beheading!
God of evil omen!
Roy growled in his heart,
Since you hide your head and show your tail, play tricks and tricks!
I'll turn your home, this disgusting cobweb upside down!
Take a deep breath—
A rune shaped like a flame appeared in his mind. .
despair!
The wind howled.
The battle cry of the elements swept through the endless net of eternity, the space was quiet for a moment, the temperature suddenly rose by tens of degrees, and the environment became unbearably hot.
Sparks of fire suddenly appeared from among the bones under the cobwebs, rapidly growing into hot, flowing lava, dense and accumulating.
Like a restless volcano, the lava dragon is about to erupt!
well!
Suddenly, the god of evil omens entrenched in the chaos sighed.
Boom!
A third black bolt of lightning fell from the sky, locking the witcher's body and soul,
The flame is dead!
Roy interrupted the seal, flickered to escape, but the lightning was like a maggot attached to the bones, followed closely, and finally fell to the top of his head!
He fell to the ground convulsively, his short black hair standing on end.
In addition to being weak and slow, there is a third curse called exhaustion on his body.
More than half of the remaining magic power was dried up and cleared, and every time it recovered, it was immediately drawn away by a mysterious force in the space and sent to the element plane.
"Witcher! You've wasted too much of my precious pain, so stop here."
The boundless voice was full of fatigue, and the giant cocoons sleeping in the spider web suddenly ignited spontaneously.
In the cocoon, you could faintly see the half-human, half-spider priests singing in pain, and the lycanthropes with the heads of lions, wolves, and bears were burned into wisps of black smoke and rose into the air.
The lion-headed spider coiled in the chaotic dome opened its bloody mouth, its flat nostrils contracted, and sucked all the painful nutrients into its mouth and nose.
Eight pairs of dark gold pupils were burning with anger and heartache.
In order to deal with the witcher, it has invested its blood!
A huge sense of crisis came, and the figure of Roy Tijian turned into afterimages and impacted the sky with the continuous shooting of crossbow arrows!
However, no matter how many times he tried, the distance between him and the God of Evil Omen never shortened, as if he had fallen into a huge labyrinth and kept spinning in place!
Roy's heart has a strong understanding -
I can't catch the lion-headed spider unless it comes close to me, or breaks the web of eternity!
But before he had time to think further, a loud voice suddenly sounded in his ears,
For a while, this sentence echoed throughout the Eternal Web.
The whole world is shaking!
"Fate is born, circulated, and weaved in the eternal web, toward eternal doom."
A silver-white spider silk fell vertically from the chaotic sky, one end fell on the top of the witcher's head, buried in the flesh, spine, and soul, and one end penetrated into the invisible sky, as difficult to observe as the future.
The lion-headed spider probed from the sky and landed lightly on the spider silk, and the painful force was transferred through its eight claw legs.
Its black wolf hair quickly lost its luster.
But at this moment, it spoke, and the tone was indifferent without a trace of emotion, like a god overlooking all living beings, browsing the humble life of mortals.
"Roy the Witcher, you injured your left leg in the first battle of your life because of negligence. It was not treated in time and properly. The wound was seriously infected and rotted, and the entire left leg was amputated. There is no way to recover!"
Like a magic sound filling the brain.
Roy froze in place, an invisible force locked him, hallucinations occurred in front of him, and plausible memory pictures passed by.
A brand new memory takes shape in my mind!
This is the given destiny!
Can't resist!
There was a flash of light on the spider silk.
Roy stumbled and fell into the net inexplicably. He touched his left leg subconsciously, and a trace of fear flashed across his face - there was nothing in the trouser leg, and the original left leg just disappeared without a trace!
The potion numbs the pain of the body, but it cannot stop the trembling of the mind.
In an instant, his whole body was like falling into an ice cave, and the huge impact made it hard for him to breathe.
The trembling and pain of the heart were instantly transformed into wisps of black smoke, which merged into the eternal net.
The lion-headed spider let out an unfulfilled sigh.
hiss-
Roy bit the tip of his tongue, the sweetness poured into his mouth, and his spirit was shocked - he had danced with the god of death many times, and the mere disability should never let him be so swaying, painful and desperate!
He rolled up his trouser legs and calmly stared at the long-healed circular scar at the base of his thigh, a thought flashed across his eyes.
This comes from an ability of the God of Evil Omen that he observed before - the thread of fate, which partially changes the past experience and moves infinitely closer to death
It is difficult to tamper with the ending of an event, but can it change the process and give the target more pain
The lion-headed spider hangs upside down on the thread of destiny high above the witcher's head, its eight legs slowly rubbing the silk thread, its eight eyes maliciously looking at the prey below, and at the same time observing the silhouette on the spider's silk, choosing from among them to hunt. A past experience of the devil, and tampered with.
But it has never encountered such a situation. Roy's line of destiny seems to be covered with a thick fog, and most of his experiences are buried in the fog, making it difficult to spy!
But the rest is enough!
A wisp of black smoke called pain was transmitted from the body of the lion-headed spider into the thread of destiny.
It utters a second curse of fate,
"You fought a ghoul at the age of fifteen, your eyes were cut by a poisonous claws, and you have been blind since then!"
Roy's eyes darkened, cobwebs and bones, sky-high flames, and dim sky all disappeared.
Only pure darkness remains, lonelier than the curse and the void of the universe.
He understands that he has lost his sense of light and his vision, but the gem mark is still there, and he can clearly feel a huge threat quietly entrenched above his head, far away.
he thought.
Tampering with fate, such a unique and powerful ability, must be expensive, especially for a witcher with extraordinary will and physique like himself.
Therefore, every time the lion-headed spider utters a curse, it will be weakened by a point, not to mention that this evil god who is about to be forgotten by the world is very weak.
And he, who suffered physically and suffered a huge negative impact on the surface, actually had a hole card in his hand, which was enough to turn defeat into victory at the last moment.
Thinking of this, Roy emptied all his uneasy thoughts and sat quietly on the spider web, not letting the spider absorb any pain!
Embrace all its curses!
He used it as bait!
The god of evil omens!
It's a game of mind.
Green fire flickers.
The eight eyes of the lion-headed spider on the line of fate are burning with excitement and longing.
How many painful gifts will such a powerful mind give back when it collapses
The sombre voice continued,
"You had a high fever when you were thirteen...and lost your hearing forever..."
Next, the lion-headed spider changed the witcher's fate with one curse of doom after another, filling his diary with pain.
First the left leg, then sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste, and the remaining three hands and feet.
Finally, it is the turn of the internal organs.
"When you were in the grass trial, because of an unstable mutation, your heart had a huge defect. You suffered from a serious heart disease. Any strenuous exercise may cause you to die from the disease!"
The last curse fell, and the vicious voice of the lion-headed spider dissipated.
Roy became riddled and disfigured.
His body was the most miserable, and he lost his limbs and five senses.
Only the head and chest and abdomen were pieced together, like a sandbag of human flesh, lying sadly in the cobweb.
What he could feel, there was no light and joy, only darkness, dead silence, coldness, and endless torment of sickness and pain.
There is nothing more miserable in life than this.
But what drives the lionhead spider is that it still doesn't get much pain out of him!
He has a heart of stone!
In order to reduce this mighty witcher to such a weak point, the God of Omen had expended most of his pain.
In the cobweb, there were very few cocoons that could not be seen at a glance.
Its eight eyes became dull, and even its huge body became weaker.
It was exhausted and had no choice but to believe that Roy had become fish on the chopping board and anesthetized prey in the spider web.
The eight cheetahs of the god of evil omen flicked lightly on the wire, and carefully landed from the wire of fate to the witcher's back.
Compare the two.
Its smallest deformed eye, the size of his head, shone with endless greed and scorching heat.
That huge body is like a dark palace, and Roy is the king who lives in it.
Its flat nose trembled, as if it smelled the mellow aroma of pain, and its eight dark golden pupils turned back and forth, left and right, examining the man's calm and pale face in detail - closing his eyes, he seemed to lose consciousness and fall into a drowsiness.
Only a slightly heaving chest proved that he was still alive.
After confirming that Roy had lost his resistance, it revealed its soft abdomen, and the tower-like spinner spewed out a white cobweb.
puff puff!
Cobwebs wrapped around his broken body like white bandages.
Dark cheetahs lifted him high.
The midge teeth on both sides of Xuepen's mouth snapped together and bit him on his shoulder.
Blood spurts.
The last painful power of the God of Bad Omen was injected into venom, and a black Greba's brand clearly appeared on Roy's shoulders!
"You belong to me!"
The ferocious lion, the god of evil omen, had a smile of relief on his face, and the dense fluff flew with joy,
"The most powerful pain singer yet. Wake up, for me, and sing forever!"
But in this moment!
The moment when the tide of pain is about to erupt!
The witcher in the cocoon did not let out any uncomfortable moan, but a bright smile spread out at the corner of his mouth, his lips wriggled,
caught you!
Pleasure pierces through this nightmarish purgatory of pain!
A scarlet wave ripped apart the cobweb, and the limbless body swelled and deformed in the light. The blood-colored power flowed through the whole body, like a group of wanton burning, and more and more flames surged out of the broken body. .
The lion-headed spider was stabbed in the eyes by the sudden light.
Master of doom, feel doom!
It hurriedly loosened the cocoon, and the spider legs hooked on the thread of fate, trying to climb up the dome of chaos again!
pat!
The blood sea rippling, a scarlet arm and foot whizzed out, entangled in the abdomen of the lion-head spider, and the suction cups on the arms and legs were full of fire, tightly adsorbing its skin.
The arms and feet contracted, and dense and delicate star-shaped tattoos emerged between the suction cups.
The black wolf hair covering the body smoked in the blood, like ice and snow melting.
no no!
Witcher, what are you
The lion-headed spider felt the long-lost pain in horror, and waved a sharp cheliped to cut the tentacle, and the remaining cheliped pushed the deformed blood cocoon outward.
But it's too late!
A mollusk in the ocean jumped out from the jagged scarlet flames, almost half the size of a spider, stretched out countless scarlet tentacles, entangled the God of Bad Omen, and crushed it into the spider web.
On Roy Supreme's round head, his pupils were burning with silver-gray flames, full of the calmness of predators.
I am your natural enemy!
Blood light and green light add radiance and radiance to each other, changing on and off!
A black spider and a red octopus hugged each other, and the elastic tentacles and the sharp chelipeds squeezed each other, making it crazy!
puff puff!
The black spider legs covered with spikes like the mantis's forelimbs slashed one of the arms and feet, and the blood spurted out like strong acid. The spider's hard, rough carapace covered with black wolf hair was corroded and smoked.
At the same time, a second arm and foot drilled out of the octopus's body to fill the gap!
The octopus entangled the prey, the tentacles contracted, the star-shaped tattoos glowed, and the suction cups radiated colorful magic—
Flames, lightning, air currents, incomparably sharp scarlet swordsmen, endless attacks drowned out the God of Bad Omen, and black viscous blood gushed out from the broken wounds!
The God of Bad Omen wailed unwillingly, and black smoke spread out from its body, shrinking like ice melted by the sun. It opened its bloody mouth, and its poisonous and sharp canine teeth bit the octopus's soft and tough body. Its face was quickly corroded and undamaged!
The octopus also opened its large serrated mouth and ate the flesh and blood of the spider. Every time it took a bite, it swallowed it greedily and sighed contentedly!
As cruel as the god of evil omens had done to him!
No no no!
It was so frightened that it seemed to run away in its own kingdom of gods at the moment when the immortal life withered away!
It kept moving, at first it was in the west of the cobweb, and the next second it flashed to the east, and sometimes it was above the chaotic sky, and in the blink of an eye, it fell into the bones under the cobweb!
And no matter how the god of bad omen teleports and transfers, the big octopus always wraps around it tightly like a gangrene of bones, tumbling together in the eternal spider web,
Fight, eat each other!
Red blood and black blood fell like rain!
Gradually, you and I have me, and I have you!
The net of eternity was torn apart by the fierce battle, breaking open large holes, and faintly projecting a warm white light from the outside world!
The entire kingdom of God began to shake violently, the sky was falling apart, and it was about to disintegrate!
…
Five minutes later, the fight came to an end!
The evil god, who exhausted the power of pain and was about to be forgotten by the world, was unable to resist the devour of the Supreme Shadow after all.
There was only one lion head left, with eight dark gold eyes staring at the octopus face viciously.
It is like a blood-colored sun, radiating a thousand rays of light!
"I curse you! Witcher!"
The god of evil omen hysterically utters the final curse,
"I curse you, you will be haunted by pain for the rest of your life!"
"I curse you—"
Stop talking!
Click!
The Supreme opened his black hole-like mouth and swallowed the lion head neatly.
An unprecedented sense of satisfaction enveloped its hideous body.
Thousands of blood-colored tentacles squirmed comfortably around, casting a huge shadow that covered the sky and the sun,
The net of eternity shattered and withered in the shadows, turning into the last pitch-black gnat.
You devoured the god of bad omens, experience +20000,
Witcher lv14 (20200/16500)
Darkness is dispelled by light.
The octopus re-shrunk into a human body.