"It's almost sunrise... It's dark and painful..."

"Yes, yes. Because dawn is coming."

She embraced her sister, and it was getting darker and colder here. The incense seems to have faded because of the diffuse white mist. Yusevka's eyelids were getting heavier, and the faint candlelight was getting darker and darker in his eyes. She still remembered what the man said before she left, and gradually closed her eyes and hugged her sister to sleep.

We will see the sunrise, all of us.

Chapter 615 Alchemy Griffin

The door of the clinic was blown open by the air burst from inside.

The curtains hanging on the window frames were blown outwards, the glass windows were knocked open, and Zelin threw out in a splash of glass slag. The moment he landed, the demon hunter turned around and shook his hand. The hot flames burned toward the clinic in a ring shape, and instantly blackened the walls of the clinic. There is also German's tattered windbreaker, and the flames are scorching, but German doesn't seem to have received much influence.He slams his sickle, and the cyclone bursts around with the old hunter as the center, and suddenly surrounds his own flames. Blown away.

The flame dissipated, and on the opposite side, the demon hunter was throwing the potion bottle he drank on the ground.

Several empty bottles were lying on the ground, sloping and rolling along the road. He drank a lot of potions and decoctions. This time, his body not only showed dark green veins like vines, but in some places, his skin had turned purple. The blood vessels cannot withstand such violent toxicity. Under the neck of the griffon armor, the tight blood vessels can be seen.

But the second mutation prevented his body from being destroyed by the poison. The body reshaped by the trial of green grass, and the mutated organs stimulated by the monster's mutants were absorbing the potions and decoctions that were drunk into the body. The oozing blood dripped to the ground, and the blood seemed to be exuding high temperature in the cold night.

Zelin didn't stop.

Under the stimulation of the tawny owl, this potion made mainly of verbena, aconite, mushroom and celery leaves made him unable to feel the passing of his physical strength. He raised his hand, and the flame once again rushed in the direction where Geman was. In the moonlight Yanan, the fire from time to time illuminates the cold and humid alleys. Zelin wouldn't be stupid enough to fight Geman in the small space of the clinic. The old hunter's weapons showed that he was better at opening and closing, but attacked coldly and swiftly. The Demon Hunter is not a member of the cat faction. He is better at using seals to create a more suitable battle environment for himself than quickly and fatally ending the life of the enemy. Zelin will not fight where the enemy is best

Igni's flames and Alder's frost kept flickering on the quiet streets of Yanan.

Under German's empty trouser legs is a prosthetic leg, which did not affect the smoothness of his swinging sickle. The sickle in the moonlight is like death's tool to harvest life, and the cold Yanan looks so passionate against the cold light of the sickle. It is not the light that is cold, but the indifference and killing intent that the old hunter showed during the battle. He was the first hunter of the Healing Church and the guardian of dreams. The terrible taboo knowledge he knew made this old hunter who lived for an unknown number of years without a trace of oldness in the battle. Sharp, accurate, and deadly.

Geman found an opportunity to make Zelin make a slight mistake in the rush of battle. He swung a sword so hard that it was a little slow when turning into a defensive position. The sickle accurately found the gap in the defense, the master-class armor and the Kunen's seal did not gain much advantage in front of the sickle, and the demon hunter had an extra scratch on his chest.

But Geman failed to continue to expand the results.

Blizzard potion.

This blue potion made the demon hunter's nerves extremely sensitive. His eyes almost shrunk into a gap. At the moment of being hit, the flow of time seemed to slow down in his eyes for an instant. It was just a blink of an eye, but it was enough to make Zelin act accordingly. The demon god’s weapon parried the old hunter’s sickle, and returned it with more rapid slashing. Igni runes appeared in his hand almost non-stop. Between any attacks, red flames and lavender Ardens were seen. The text will entangle the enemy like a tarsus maggot.

A wound was drawn on his body, but Zelin didn't feel any pain, and the potion suppressed his nerves, so that he would not feel any pain. He knew he was hit, but the pace of the battle was not disrupted. He raised his hand and cast Igni's seal with all his strength, so that the heat of melting armor could blow away.

This time, Geman evaded. Only after the flames dissipated, the demon hunter showed no signs of injury under the light of the surrounding ignited wooden barrels and carriages. Only the scratches left on the armor.

It's Hekna decoction.

The decoction makes the body cells of the demon hunter active. Whether it is swinging the sword or releasing the seal, his body is quickly repaired under the stimulation of the decoction. This is an extremely poisonous poison, but for a demon hunter who can tolerate the poison, it is an excellent medicine that can reverse the battle.

The battle unfolded one street after another, and the long narrow alleys were covered with Arden runes. It is impossible for the Signet to affect German all the time, but the sudden slowdown made the old hunter's battle appear uncoordinated. Zelin will not give up or miss any opportunity to cause damage to the enemy, so Geman was originally affected by Yaden's mana. The windbreaker, which was overloaded and became tattered, had a few more scratches. Unexpectedly, German's blood was not dim and pale like Master William, but it was just the bright red blood of ordinary humans.

The bullet from the shotgun hit the shield of Quinn Fayin, and Zelin's offensive was not interrupted by the hunter's shooting. The sly weapons in Geman's hands are varied. Or a two-handed sickle, or it will turn into a one-handed long knife in the blink of an eye, with the aid of a musket. The sparks from the collision of the blade almost rushed through the dim oil lamp on the side of the road. Geman's speed was fast enough, but with the help of the potion, Zelin was able to swing his sword at the same speed for defense.

Thunder.

The potion made of Bidens straw mushrooms, Andreige embryos, yam and dwarf spirits is constantly being absorbed by the blood vessels, infiltrating into the transformed muscles of the demon hunter, giving him more powerful power.

The battle lasted for an unknown amount of time, maybe not long, but only a few tens of seconds. On the street outside the clinic, Zelin was standing about ten meters away from Geman. The old hunter walked towards him, and Zelin walked towards him. They all have blood on them, as for whose own it is. The blood of the old hunter was cold, and the blood of the demon hunter was extremely hot. All of them had scars, but the scars on Zelin's body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The swallow potion made of cypress stem fruit, white hundred-day red, celandine flower and crow's eye, combined with the decoction of Hekna, gave him almost temporarily the same recovery ability as a monster. Few demon hunters can withstand such a strong poison. If it were not for the effects of the second mutation, the body of the demon hunter under the trial of the grass could not withstand such a violent poison.

Suddenly, Geman's movements paused slightly.

"Damn... it's not time for this hunter to return to his dream."

Chapter 616 Last Words

"You seem to be in trouble."

Zelin squinted his eyes, different medicines mixed together in his body, and the components of different poisons, anesthetics and hallucinogens flowed in the blood. But he is extremely calm now. He feels good now, and good can't be better. He could feel the adrenaline and chaotic energy in his body, and the chaotic energy contained in these medicines made his sage power stronger. The demon hunter cannot mobilize the chaotic power in the world like a mage, but the body modified by the trial of grass can store the deadly chaotic energy in the body, and use the ancient rune to produce the same effect as the spell.

"It's not trouble, it's just..." German's voice was extremely low. "It's time to present awards to those who win the hunt."

He moved.

He moved too.

The blade and the sickle are colliding together.

Mapoli Forest. The mixture of cypress stem fruits, black veratrum petals, plantain leaves and water ghost tongue is stimulating his body, allowing his body to produce more adrenaline. German began to stop using those fierce moves, his two-handed giant scythe became a one-handed long knife, and he held a musket in his free hand. After each missed hit, he would pull away with the demon hunter. Distance, to find new opportunities.

If he used the two-handed sickle before, the old hunter looked like a wild wolf hunting, now he is a poisonous snake hiding in a crack in the rock, looking for flaws in its prey. The musket and the long knife are the two fangs of the poisonous snake. .

Geman's movements become faster, and every offensive is like a bolt of lightning. Zelin stared at the enemy closely, his muscles almost tightened to the limit. He drank so many potions and decoctions for the first time. He knew that his appearance must be terrible now, with enlarged, beast-like eyes, distorted face and tensed arms, just like German's appearance. By comparison, he is more like a monster. But this made him feel that he had inexhaustible power, fatigue, pain, or the weakness caused by the release of the magic seal, consuming the chaotic energy in the body, these concepts and things seemed to be non-existent.

The potion and the chaotic energy contained in the potion are in his stomach, blood vessels and muscles.

The magically overloaded Arden rune bursts with lavender electric light, and the dead leaves blown away by the cold wind on the street fall into the Arden rune, and then they are shattered by the electric light. In the huge city of Yanan, Zelin can only hear it. The footsteps of himself and Geman. There is no one else in this city. The Yanan area and its residents have already fallen into the dreams of the ancient gods. Whenever the gods who need the sons of gods come, the residents in the dreams will turn into beasts. For hunting.

Geman is right, Yanan is a hunting ground. It's just that the prey in this hunting ground is not wild beasts, but humans who have been tricked in with blood by these people who hope to gain the power and wisdom of the ancient gods.

The blade collided with the blade.

Geman's figure is like an electric light, the blade is hidden behind him, Zelin's eyes are fixed on the old hunter, trying to find Geman's real attack direction from any of his movements. Up or down? Left or right?

The battle-tested body reacted instinctively, and the sword was swung down from the right.

Two blood arrows splashed onto the dumped carriage on the side of the street.

"You are right, you should retire already."

Zelin covered his abdomen with one hand, and hot blood flowed out through the gaps in his fingers. But the old hunter, like him, was stabbed in the chest.

"You are more suitable for hunting than many hunters. It's a shame to kill you here. You shouldn't come back after you leave for the first time." The blood stained German's shirt, but it was different from the old hunter. Yes, Zelin released his hands covering his abdomen, and the wounds on his body had long been healed under the effects of Hekna Decoction and Swallow Potion. This was not a good process. His wound seemed to be being bitten by countless grasshoppers. He knew it was recovering, but the pain almost made him think that the poisonous blood he had left was tearing the wound again.

"If I don't come back, I might not be able to sleep peacefully." The demon hunter grinned. "There are so many monsters worth hunting, how do you make me forget?"

The Healing Church, the Mansis School, the Moon Society, the Choir, and the guardians of the dream here.

"The positions of the hunter and the prey are frequently changed. Let me see if you can seize the identity of the killer." German roared, his voice seemed to form ripples, spreading around him. German waved the sickle in his hand. He swung the sword so fast that a cyclone of blades appeared in the air. "See what kind of power you have rejected!"

German attacked the demon hunter again. The traces of the sickle were like the cold moonlight in the air. The old hunter's speed increased by a few minutes, and Zelin stepped back several steps in succession. He threw out the lightning hammer he had gotten from Yahagul, and the lightning hit the ground, blasting the hard stone ground into cracks. The ebony blade in the night dodges the sickle, looking for new opportunities from time to time between Geman's attacks.

As the speed became faster and faster, Zelin found a trace of incongruity in German's movements. The old hunter's left leg is nothing more than an artificial leg. No matter how skilled his moves, he will always have a slight slant when he moves to the left. Zelin began to attack from Geman's left side as much as possible, to suppress his uncoordinated left half, forcing him to reveal a fatal flaw in the next battle.

He seemed to be bored with the attack of the demon hunter, or something in the dream made him irritable. German began to use his power unreservedly, and the sickle under the moonlight became more deadly and dangerous. In the end, when Zelin hit his body again, Geman did not retreat, or regrouped, but rushed towards the demon hunter. The whirlwind gathered on the blade, turning the sickle into a heavy hammer. .

In the blink of an eye, Zelin felt the wind hit him. The night scene of Yanan turned around in his eyes, and then his back hit a pile of hard wood. He smashed into a pile of wooden barrels, and the broken wooden barrel boards almost buried him underneath.

German gasped. He looked at the place where Zelin had fallen, among the broken wooden boards, hot, poisonous blood flowed out, and white smoke was blowing on it. The old hunter walked over step by step.

"Any last words?"

Geman walked over, facing Zelin's chest with the blade. But what he saw was not the appearance of the demon hunter dying, but the black hole of the hand cannon, and Zelin's calm face.