Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 299. 298. Hunting Demon Spirits
Nothing unexpected, nothing dangerous.

What caught Lan En's eyes was like a horrifying picture.

A woman's body is wrapped in vines, not only outside her body, but even under her face, the protrusions from the xylem can be seen.

The vines have grown into the flesh.

And after two years, the chaotic magic power on these plants still didn't let the corpse rot.

"It's really... a cruel and vile bastard."

Lan En frowned, cursing in a low voice while pulling out the Lake Maiden's Sword from his waist to split the entangled vines.

"The guy who turned complaining into a curse just made a toy and then got tired of playing with it and left it here. You really don't care about living in the woods with this shit?"

Lan En cursed in a low voice, behind him was only the gloomy woods.

But in the blink of an eye, Brian came out from the shade behind him.

"Cats even put on display the prey they've ravaged to death. How often does this guy take a life on a whim compared to a cat?"

The dryad's voice, with the leaf-like breath exhaled from its mouth, blew past Lan En's ears, like a fresh dream.

The witcher shook his head.

He understood what Brian meant. In his eyes, the lives of intelligent creatures were precious things.But in the eyes of the dryad, human beings in the food chain are no different from ordinary animals.

With a few "swish swishes", Arondette's peerless blade easily cut through the well-hydrated and tough vines.

The body of the woman who had been stretched to the point of inhuman shape by the wanton vines in her body was carried by Lan En on her shoulders.

He felt that what he was carrying was not a flesh and blood body, but more like a layer of leather wrapped in wood.

The woman's head bumped and bumped against Lan En's back.

But as a witcher, the close contact with a strange corpse no longer scares young people.

Lan En walked out of the forest, and behind him came a female voice speaking awkward language.

Then, Bryan's lingua franca sounded.

"I wish you success, witcher."

The sound echoed back and forth in the surrounding dense trees, eventually becoming melodious and deep.

Lan En waved his hands without looking back, as a farewell.

I also wish you, intelligent life in the forest, a long life. After all, just living in this world is already a difficult task.

When in contact with the dryads, Lan En always mistakenly thought that he was in the western pioneering era of America, and looked at the aborigines there who were overwhelmed by the times because of their adherence to tradition.

racial conflict racial conflict
Along the way, Lan En has met many people. Although some have bad conduct, there are also people who work hard and refuse to hurt others.

And there are many such people.

However, when individual virtues rise to the level of race, they always appear insignificant, so erratic that people unconsciously ignore them.
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The moon has risen, and night covers the earth.

Lan En placed the woman's body on the field ridge, and covered her face with the handkerchief Sir Freixnet had given her.

Kneeling and meditating, the witcher took out a bottle of dwarf spirits from the alchemy pouch on his back and poured it on the corpse in front of him.

"[Igni]."

With a snap of the fingers, the magical sparks ignited the high-concentration bad wine, and in the dim night, the human-shaped 'torch' was burning blazingly.

Lan En slowly closed his eyes and entered into meditation, adjusting the state of his body.

Meditation heightens perception but blurs somatosensory time.

When Lan En opened his eyes again, the silver pendant on his chest was already jumping up and down.

On the retina, the timing function provided by the biological intelligence brain has gone through 10 minutes.

Behind him, a burst of green fire drove the shadow towards Lan En.

That is the flame when the demon spirit appears and dies.

The demon hunter drew his sword from his waist with a calm expression, stood up, and turned his face away. The rotten soul that lost its entire jaw was already floating in midair.

Compared with the daytime, the heat wave it brings is greatly weakened.

"It's an old friend, don't be polite."

The witcher's cat eyes met the spirit's empty dark eye sockets.

The long knife on the right hand flashed brilliantly as the wrist turned.The vacant left hand made a handprint directly towards the ground.

【Yarden Seal】.

"Time to hit the road, ma'am."

Illusory, like incompatible tones of painting styles, are forcibly transformed into entities under the [Yarden Seal].

The demon spirit of the day has been changed, and he raised his head and prepared to emit a huge and harmful sound wave.

But for Lan En, this trick was nothing new.

"[Igni]!"

"Bear!" Fierce flames continued to erupt from the front of the handprint, and under the [Spell Seal Assistance Function], the fire flow was limited to a scorching spear!

It was directly stabbed into the throat of the day demon spirit!
The screeching sound was stuffed back by the flames.

Immediately afterwards, Lan En adjusted the center of gravity for an abrupt shift, and stood in front of the demon spirit, holding the knife in both hands with an extraordinarily upright posture.

[Wei Mingliu·Sword Cut·Erlian]!
The fierce sword wind was driven by the steel entity, and after the blade touched the materialized demon spirit skeleton, it made a sound like strong acid corrosion.

The sword blade has already been coated with [evil spirit oil] for the soul body. The air flow blade's technique allows the air to bring out a large area of ​​tiny droplets from the blade, and the shape of the air blade is already like a mist.

So even though the air blade does not have the function of destroying evil, the aerosolized [evil spirit oil] contained in the air blade still caused huge corrosive damage to the day demon spirit.

The refined sword oil is more severe than the corrosive damage caused by simply chopping it with a sword blade.After all, the reaction rate is faster and the contact area is larger.

Under the triple suppression of the air blade technique, [Evil Spirit Oil], and [Yarden Seal], Lan En didn't even have the chance to see the "most dangerous posture of a daytime demon spirit" as mentioned in the book.

——It will summon a phantom of itself, and then start to steal the life force of the target.

The final result is to turn the target into a mummy like that unlucky guy in the field.

"Ugh!!!"

Finally, the daytime demon spirit raised its head to the sky and let out a miserable scream.Lan En's [One-word Cut·Erlian] chopped all the ribs on its left half, and [Evil Spirit Oil] made its chest cavity black.

The dark green flame burned again, and this time, Lan En was sure that it was over.

The cold air outside the ridges began to rush in, and the convective heat even made this small field a gust of wind.

Fortunately, Lan En had thought of this situation long ago under the reminder of Mentos. As soon as the demon spirit disappeared during the day, he took out a thick felt cloth and covered the ghost dust scattered on the ground.

By the time the wind started to die down, the temperature in the fields had become a normal winter nighttime temperature.

Lan En lifted the felt cloth and collected a large pile of ghost dust. There was also an emerald in the ghost dust, which also fell from the disappearance of the demon spirit during the day.

The dissipation of the demon spirit, in terms of the concept of alchemy, a process of [generating gems] has indeed occurred.Therefore, in the world view of mysticism, the elimination of demon spirits is like completing a small alchemy. When luck is good, flawless emeralds will appear.

In addition to ghost dust and emeralds, the head of the day demon spirit was also materialized and remained.

Lan En believed that if he could hang this thing on the horseback, he would be able to increase the price of the task in the future.At least 5%!

But after thinking about it in the end, he still buried it.

If this is the head of a griffin or pterodactyl, it will be hung if it is hung, it is majestic and easy to use.

But he'd finished his investigation of the Daywraith, and he knew that the lingering spirit had started with a twisted curse on a woman. Hanging on any longer was a bit of a shock to him.

After Lan En collected the booty, he poured the last bit of dwarf spirits in the bottle on the corpse that had been lying there for two years and no one had ventured to collect it.

[Igni Sign] In a flash, this mummy also burned blazingly.

The demon hunter calmly watched the corpse burnt clean. In his heart, this was the first time in his life that he had completed the task of [hunting demon spirits].

Afterwards, Lan En walked towards the village not far away.

The ghost business is over, now it's time to do the human business.

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