The Divine Hunter

Eternal Web.

Roy stood in the middle of the vast expanse and looked around, a faint sense of familiarity lingering in his heart.

The place was as ethereal and elusive as the kingdom of Freya, which he had visited twice.

But this is the realm of the lion-headed spider, the lord of unfortunate death, pain, and doom.

Freya had explained clearly at the beginning that apart from her and the two goddesses Meritelli, most of the rest of the gods were not in the stream.

Compared with the two goddesses, these so-called evil gods are at best stronger aliens.

Furthermore, in this era, the technical strength of Orsenford and Nilfgaard Imperial College is changing with each passing day, science is developing rapidly, and all beliefs related to ignorance and filth have been rapidly weakened. .

The lion-headed spider priest is willing to hibernate in the countryside, and its power must be far less than before!

He squeezed the hilt of his right hand, and felt the warm touch of the connection of blood vessels, and the magic power in his body ran freely, his heart was more confident, and the silver-gray pupils became firm.

I have no chance to kill this big spider.

"So calm, have you ever seen anything like it? Svalblod's Arena, Scarlet King's Killing Field, Field Queen Dana Mabe's Garden?"

There was a hint of surprise in that sharp voice, for the witcher's excessive calmness.

Roy turned a deaf ear, catching the strangeness around him like a torch.

But there is only one chaos around, the abundant chaos energy is like a deep sea undercurrent, divided into countless strips, he can't find the other party hiding in which one, he can only wait and see.

"Or is it that you are born with amazing courage, and you are still unmoved and unwilling to pay tribute to such a magnificent, great, sacred and solemn palace?"

Roy remained silent, and a few golden rays of light faintly lit up in the depths of the spider web, but when he paid attention to observe, they disappeared without a trace.

The existence hidden in the chaotic spider web chuckled lightly.

"Your vigilance is in the wrong place. The fact that I pulled you into the net didn't necessarily mean that you would sink here forever. It's a waste of the power you've shown, and your precious and tenacious soul, so I give you a priceless piece of advice, don't stand on the opposite side of an immortal god, like ridiculous petrified lizards and pterodactyls, to provoke and anger real dragons."

"Work with me."

A wind blew from the green flames, and Roy smelled the smell of decay and death, like the smell of moss, dead bones, and soil in the tomb and coffin, which made the living extremely uncomfortable.

"If you are stubborn, your fate will exceed the limit of your imagination."

"You will see what it means to be in constant pain, and time and space are pale in front of it!"

Everything around him was gone in this icy tone.

Darkness, silence, and suffocation came upon me.

Roy suddenly had an illusion. He was wrapped in cocoon silk and hung upside down in the spider web.

Without sound, light and temperature, it is difficult to move a finger in a cramped space.

Just like a mummy, it was sealed in endless years, struggling, screaming, and offering pain to the owner here.

He snorted coldly, the red light surging behind him like a tide, and the illusion was instantly shattered.

"Witcher, the road is at your feet—"

This complex voice suddenly became high-pitched like a tsunami, the space trembled, and the countless giant cocoons in the spider web squirmed as if alive, slowly approaching him, the white surface squeezed out faces that could not see the facial features one after another, hell The evil spirits in the groaned in pain.

"Fall to hell as my enemy, or work together to dominate the world?"

What an arrogant spider.

"How about cooperation?"

"You will hold my totem, shepherd believers for me, eradicate dissidents, make the world feel pain and fear, spread doom and death, and bring back the name of the god of evil omens that has been dusty for a long time."

"You will have all kinds of luxuries far beyond the emperor, and share in my immortality and glory.

"

"I drank the suffering of all beings, and their souls after death are yours."

"We are the best collaborators under the witness of Eternal Net."

Roy's face fell into the shadows, the corners of his mouth could not help but grinned in a sarcastic arc, sneering in his heart,

If the big weaver is so powerful, why let the priest hide in the country where the birds don't shit, and embarrass a group of poor orphans?

Why did he take the shot after she died?

A god's exhaustion on a mortal has fully exposed its weakness.

"I just killed your priest," Roy looked towards the unknown end of the distance and took a deep breath, "You want to cooperate with me? It's hard for me not to worry."

"In my teaching, death is not the end, nor is it a punishment."

The voice fell.

puff puff.

A cocoon opposite Roy suddenly burst.

A bare arm stretched out, and the surface of the fair and delicate skin was covered with amniotic fluid-like mucus, like a baby just born from its mother's womb.

Whoa!

Two arms tore the cocoon silk.

A radiant lady climbed out, with a bumpy upper body and a black Greba tattoo on her back, but a dark spider belly and eight chelicerae feet below her chest.

It was the priestess that Roy fought against not long ago.

Abigail

Status: Singer of Pain

...

Roy shook his head, the God of Evil Omen really can't tolerate any waste.

It is not enough for believers to devote themselves to it before death, and they will always sing praises for it after death. What is the purpose of such exhausting life?

Might as well let me swallow it.

With such an immortality of faith, what reason is there in the world?

The priestess looked at the witcher, and there was no resentment on her innocent and beautiful face.

She graciously showed her bumpy figure after rebirth, and bowed her knees to him,

"Thank you, Your Excellency Roy, you gave me death, let me get the most of this life, further feel the true meaning of pain, and let me truly enter the eternal kingdom!"

Her feelings came from the bottom of her heart, and crystal tears like pearls welled up from the corners of her eyes.

But those eyes have no spirituality and self, only the enthusiasm and piety that burns everything.

"Roy, do you understand? Since we have no grudges or suspicions, there is absolutely no obstacle to cooperation."

In its voice, the priestess bowed humbly and quickly retreated into the darkness with her eight spider legs.

"Although a witcher has a long life span, it is only a few hundred years. Compared with eternity, it is only a snap of a finger. Are you willing to die in a hurry with such a powerful force?"

"Working with me, you will step into immortality, and death will no longer be the end for you."

to be your puppet?

Roy sneered disdainfully, but his face pretended to be tangled, looking rather moved.

He clenched his fists and struggled, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak,

"I've never had a connection with the gods."

He lied without changing his face,

"But I once met a businessman named Gaunt O'Dim. He held a soul contract, and I felt it was very suitable for the current situation."

"As an immortal god, you should have similar means."

"Let's sign a soul contract face-to-face. A partnership."

Roy looked at the chaotic dome and suggested sincerely.

The voice fell silent. Even as a god, the lion-headed spider couldn't see through Roy's heart and couldn't guess how sincere it was.

...

"Very good! You made a wise decision. But you should know what happens when you deceive the gods."

In the space, the green fire flourished, the light swayed, the infiltrating yin wind whistled past, and the white cocoon squirmed desperately, celebrating with a painful wailing.

And Roy's pupils shrank,

"Crash-"

A few dozen meters away, in the dark space, a huge black shadow of an unfriended spider was projected, the spider silk hanging from its abdomen clumsily slipped from the sky.

It is ten times bigger than Abigail, and each curved spider leg is comparable to an arch bridge made of black steel.

The abdomen is swollen like an ant queen, giving a feeling of being bloated, tired, and old.

Its eight eyes are dark golden, but it does not make people feel sacred or vast, but burns people's hearts, digging out the pain and dark memories of the past.

It landed on the soft spider web, and the entire abdomen was pressed tightly, and the country in the web swayed like a hammock.

Zoran Akh Terra/Black Greba

life:? (Forgotten: Its followers and priests have almost disappeared completely)

magic:?

Identity: God of Bad Omen (creation of faith in death, pain, and doom)

Attributes:

Strength: 30 (weak)

Agility: 30

constitution:?

Perception: 30

Will: 36

charm:?

Spirit:?

Skill:

Pain lv10: In the web of eternity, both the pain of the body and the pain of the mind will be magnified tenfold, and the lion-headed spider can draw strength from it.

Doom lv10: Those who disobey it in its realm will be cursed with deformity, slowness, weakness, etc.

Hatching lv10: Unleash the pain singers in the cocoon and manipulate them against the enemy.

Thread of Destiny lv10: Every creature will have a thread of destiny at the beginning of its birth. When the thread is broken, he will die. The lion-headed spider can weave and manipulate this thread of fate, partially rewriting the target's life trajectory, making it infinitely closer to death.

Tormenting Bite lv10: The lion-headed spider approaches the captured target, injects venom through the bite of its midge teeth, branded him, and makes him sleep in a dream of eternal pain, becoming its constant nourishment.

Immortal (Passive) (Forgotten)

Divine Creatures: ?

? ? ? (forgotten)

...

It landed on the net and merged into the distorted chaos, but it no longer approached, and the eight dark spirit golden pupils turned.

It's like sizing up prey.

One person and one spider looked at each other from afar, and the Eternal Web fell into an eerie silence.

It seems to be deeply afraid of something.

Roy realized that something was wrong, his mind moved, he grabbed the crossbow from the void, and a gem mark marked the huge body of the lion-headed spider.

Pieces of splendid gem dust appeared on the body covered with black wolf hair, it was as eye-catching as the lights of the night!

whoosh-

The bowstring hummed, Roy's electric light flint pulled the trigger, and his figure flashed a hundred meters with the arrow.

The long sword shattered the dim space, and a silver light swept out!

However, when he broke through the air, the lion-headed spider in front of him was still thirty meters away.

The distance has not diminished at all.

"My heart-wrenching decision! You refused the favor of fate, so you can only feel the pain, wailing, roaring, trembling, and singing for me!"

The two claws of the lion's mouth swayed from side to side, and the huge figure of the lion-headed spider pulled the spider silk up to the sky again, and the spider web began to sway violently, like a stormy sea.

Roy shot an arrow toward the sky, his cloak flew up, and his figure flashed upwards.

puff puff!

In the dome as deep as the night sky, hundreds of white cocoons fell like meteors, smashing the Kunen shield that protected his body, forcing him to retreat to the net.

Kachachachacha.

The large silkworm cocoons cracked at the same time, and strange shadows appeared.

Roy stared at it and then lost his mind - the first one in the lead turned out to be a man who was familiar to the depths of his soul and almost made him unforgettable.

With short black hair and wearing a knight's shirt, the burly and burly Wigfords!

On his right stood a strange man whose appearance was like a highly forked alder tree, with a hideous human face bulging between the trunk and branches. The face was made of branches and leaves, with clearly visible facial features and a sparse chin. colored beards.

Treeman Idalan.

On the right was a man wearing a black dress, with a pale face, lips as red as blood, revealing two sharp canine teeth, exuding a gloomy aristocratic temperament.

High-ranking vampire Gruffid.

The various monsters behind them who had been killed by Roy, the petrified chicken snake, the frost troll, the bat-winged demon, the ghoul... have burst out of their cocoons.

Like a chilling army huddled together.

Their faces, distorted by pain, looked over at the same time.

Covet.

"Witcher, you have countless souls."

The lion-headed spider taunted in the chaos,

"Do you think you killed them and devoured their souls, and that's the end of it?"

"No, their hatred and fear of you, their helplessness and pain in death, will all be fed back to you tenfold and hundredfold."

"Now I unleash it all."

"Enjoy it!"