The Game of Demon Hunter

When the witcher returned to the battlefield, the armored man holding the huge staff waved lightly, and the other three armored men holding swords and shields retreated tacitly.

The caster condensed a huge ice cone in the white mist, and smashed it at the plague messenger from a forty-five-degree angle, creating an opportunity for the three melee fighters to distance themselves.

"*****" The caster spat out a sentence that the witcher couldn't understand, and then seven hounds that suddenly appeared took their place.

Afterwards, the caster in full armor led the three warriors back and disappeared into the white mist.

When the caster said those words, Legolas' expression changed, as if he was so shocked that he didn't complete his attack immediately.

This allowed the God of Plague Messenger to complete seven kills easily, hacked all the hounds to death with his scythe, and turned to face the witcher.

Then a pair of vicious little eyes suddenly widened.

"You're unscathed!" the potbellied monster said in an exclamation tone, its long tongue stuck out from its mouth full of fangs, and licked its horns: "I'm really surprised, I originally planned to see How long can you last, but you gave me a surprise!"

"You've lost a chance to kill me, Fat Boy." The witcher carefully chose his attack route. This seemingly bloated man was far more dangerous than he looked.

But the Witcher never gave up, and neither did the Commissar.

"I will send you back to Chaos, just like sending garbage back to the garbage dump." Xu Yichen calculated how likely it was that he could complete four consecutive attacks without being trampled.

The God of Plague Messenger stood up abruptly, a pair of membrane-like wings shattered the honeycomb-like skin on his back, and a large number of insect eggs splashed out along with the flesh and blood.

The eggs hatched into fist-sized flying insects in mid-air, with hideous appearance and sharp tail needles.

And what was even more deadly was that the messenger of the God of Plague, who had been sluggish all this time, with the strength of his two thick legs, and with the help of the membrane-like wings on his back, also smashed towards the direction of the demon hunter!

The attack came so fast that Xu Yichen had to turn on [Red Time] again.

In the previous battle with the sea urchin-like giant beast and the traitorous apprentice, the witcher had already used up the time he could safely use [Red Time], and even risked brain death at any time, timed out for a few seconds.

But this time, when he used the [Red Time] state again, he found that he didn't feel any more side effects.

His eyes were clear, and the brain tissue that had been overwhelmed seemed to be released, and he could continue to bear the pressure from [Red Time].

He is truly full.

Seeing the envoy of the God of Plague coming with the swarm, Xu Yichen smiled.

No one can beat me in my special effects!

A gleaming energy arrow grazed the demon hunter's temple, and Legolas launched an attack in time, coordinating with Xu Yichen.

The arrow exploded at a distance of five meters in front of the demon hunter, and the violent shock wave almost completely wiped out the swarm of insects in front of the messenger of the plague god.

Xu Yichen jumped up sideways, dodging the huge scythe of the God of Plague Messenger.

When the two sides crossed in parallel in the air, the enemy, who had always seemed sluggish and bloated, suddenly turned his head with extremely agile movements, and his vicious little eyes were full of shrewd luster.

A scheming smile hangs on the wide mouth of the God of Plague Messenger, and a sharp, stabbing tongue strikes at the demon hunter fiercely in his mouth full of fangs!

Everything is a disguise. This monster that has spread plagues and death in countless worlds has been deliberately disguised like this since it came to this world.

To paralyze your enemies, your allies, your officers and subordinates.

As a member of the Nurgle Demon Army, shaping a flesh and blood body as you like is as simple as eating and drinking.

But the witcher is still in the state of [red time], he has enough time to react.

He blocked the extremely sharp [Elegant Ripper] in front of his chest.

Sharp tongues struck the nearly indestructible weapon fashioned of Valyrian steel.

The sharp blade cut the thorn tongue in two along the central axis like grease cut by a scorching iron knife.

Under the mocking eyes of the witcher, the messenger of the God of Plague landed on the ground with his tongue cut in half.

After the huge monster hit the ground, it smashed cracks into the nearby ice surface.

"You bloody little bastard, you are more difficult than I imagined. I didn't believe that damn warlock told me that you were as annoying as space warriors." Apparently, the messenger of the plague god used a different language when speaking. That tongue that had been split in two, that thing was hanging in its mouth now.

"But now, I'm going to be serious." The messenger of the God of Plague once again flapped his wings and charged towards the witcher.

"Die, little bastard, you and your companions are nothing to me, the great corruption will welcome your souls!" The plague god messenger took a deep breath: "Come taste the elixir of death with me, Reunite at the mansion of Father Nurgle!"

The poisonous wind blew through the entire forest under the support of spiritual energy, and everything the naked eye could see was decayed.

Behind the wall, the silver-haired witch let out a scream and fell to the ground, rolling and bleeding from her orifices.

The berserker Karu felt the foreign matter in his body become lively instantly, roared angrily, used an ax to dig a deep wound in his abdomen, and threw the half tongue far away.

Another Jotunheim man who had just stabilized his injury opened his eyes, twitched twice and turned into a pool of carrion.

However, directly in front of the messenger of the plague god, holy flames burst from the witcher's body, burning toxins and even more disgusting things in the air.

The flames were instigated by the hurricane, and with Xu Yichen's movements, they were all over the sky.

The witcher jumped high, but the height was still not enough to threaten the enemies in midair.

But before he fell, a sharp arrow flew past his feet, and the witcher precisely landed on the arrow, climbing higher again.

[Elegant Ripper]'s blade easily tore apart the opponent's fat belly, and the silver flame ignited the opponent's internal organs.

Another arrow flew by, from Legolas' precise shooting technique, causing the witcher to change direction in mid-air, jump up, and roll to the back of the messenger of the plague god.

In an instant, the two thick skin wings left the body of the envoy of the plague god.

Xu Yichen stood on the generous shoulders of the enemy with both feet: "Get down, fat boy!"

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