The Game of Demon Hunter

The taste of gouging someone's eyeball, whether it's the one being dug out or the one doing it, is an extreme test of will, especially when the operation requires repeated cutting of the corrupted flesh in the eye socket.

Xu Yichen had never experienced such pain before, but he had gouged other people's eyes, more than one.

The special operations team he led basically carried out strike missions behind enemy lines, and few prisoners appeared, but they often encountered situations that required torture.

Therefore, they are basically masters of quick torture. If there is any way to quickly destroy a person's mind, apart from Veritaserum, stripping part of the person from the body is also very effective.

Now, Xu Yichen had the honor to experience the torture his enemy had suffered.

In reality, he also has a set of built-in neuroprotection devices that automatically inject large doses of nerve release agents to reduce sensation when suffering extreme pain.

In the game, the demon hunter endured all the pain without reservation, and the only thing that could help him was the talent of [Mingjing Zhishui].

【Mingjing Zhishui】It can't help him reduce the pain, but it can keep him rational all the time, so that he won't become crazy in the pain.

The witcher immersed all his consciousness in the memory left to him by the Gray Knight, and he searched for the enemies he had faced.

He was not without gains, but the enemies from the memory of the highest mentor of the Gray Knights were far from what the fat boy in front of him could match.

The same bloated figure, but the awe-inspiring aura is almost suffocating. Even though he knew that what he saw was only the picture in the gray knight's memory, Xu Yichen still felt that he could hardly breathe.

Moreover, the way the Gray Knights defeat each other may never be learned by the witcher.

Holding an exquisitely shaped sharp sword in his hand, Caldo Drago blazed out a thunderbolt, chanting an unknown prayer, and golden light fell from the sky.

His enemies were blackened by lightning, covered in flames with golden light, and split in two by a huge, sharp sword.

It looked as easy as a witcher hacking a greenskin to death, with no reference value.

"It's been cleaned up." Legolas finally stopped his hands, raised his hands slightly, and began to tremble uncontrollably: "I will think of this scene again in my dreams in the next fifty years, if If I can walk out alive."

Xu Yichen moved his limbs, sat up in a more comfortable position, and asked the witch: "How is our new friend doing?"

He could hear the sound of the two sides fighting each other not far away, but he didn't know how the battle was going.

Judging from the sound, the other party was just stalling for time to buy them enough time to breathe. Obviously, the other party did not intend to waste too much energy here.

"You need to rest, Xu." Effilar looked at the witcher's face, the new muscle texture was not protected by any skin, and in the eye socket that lost the eyelid, the lens was being regenerated from the inside.

It's not a pleasant scene, in fact it looks pretty disgusting.

"We can solve the rest." Legolas also discovered the other party's plan, knowing that this big guy still needs to be resolved by themselves in the end.

While speaking, the elf knight piled the food and moon spring water he was carrying on the ground.

Xu Yichen swallowed those dry 'lotus silk' one by one. No matter which world or race he was in, the dry food for marching was equally unpalatable.

The re-healed skin prevented him from leaking out while eating, allowing the food mixed with his own blood to enter the body smoothly.

He felt that his stomach was like an incinerator, and the food was broken down into energy instantly after entering it.

"Witcher, I rarely admire anyone, but you are different." Karu from Jotunheim lay not far from Xu Yichen, his injuries worsened during the battle.

Alix was helping Karoo to tug at the half tongue, which was trying to get into Karoo's body through the wound like a snake.

The druid who has dealt with the bloodthirsty vine is dealing with the Berserker's injury.

"If we can go back alive this time, I want to invite you to my tribe, you deserve a warrior's tattoo!" Berserker Karu clenched his tongue with one hand, his pale face was covered with sweat.

Although the foreign matter in his body was stirring his internal organs, he just kept silent. With the injury of the witcher in front of him, Karoo felt that if he couldn't bear it, it would be too shameful.

"I will." Xu Yichen mumbled something while eating, and the skin on his face had basically healed.

There were only two eyes left, and the slow-growing lens made him feel extremely itchy, and he wanted to pull the eyes out again.

According to this speed, in another five minutes, the witcher will completely return to normal.

Even with the special healing potion made by the Witch King, this is quite an astonishing recovery speed.

Effilar never persuaded the other party to rest again. In fact, she had never seen a human being recovering so quickly, except for those experimental subjects who were imprisoned by the Temple Monastery and were infected by Chaos.

The sounds of the battle outside the wall gradually became more intense, and the monster who claimed to be the messenger of the God of Plague finally found that he could not easily kill these armored men.

And the flesh and blood monsters that had been continuously coming from all around finally became thinner.

The mutated creatures within a five-kilometer radius had been consumed during the battle. In the Chaos Warlock's plan, they had consumed too many living creatures to pile up the giant tree.

They have no more cannon fodder to drive around until the fruit is ripe.

The well-fed witcher is getting used to his new eyes.

That's right, his eyes grew back after getting enough energy supply.

It only took less than two minutes, more than half of which was spent on ingesting food, which made him more urgently need a skill that can directly obtain energy.

I don't know if it was because he never used it before, Xu Yichen felt that his vision was unprecedentedly clear, and his vision in the fog was one-third farther than before.

He reached out and touched the newly grown skin on his face, it was as tough as before, and the effect of [Bath of God's Blood] still protected him.

The silver-haired witch felt that the witcher looked more handsome than before, but the bloody scene before would not be forgotten in her memory for a while.

"Legolas, let's deal with that fat boy." The witcher stepped out of the fence with his weapon in hand.

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