"That, Geralt, I really don't like Ciri, when I see her in the future, I resolutely keep a distance of more than 1 meter..."

The white wolf gave him a strange look and did not speak.

Seeing that the other party was unmoved, Huck was a little anxious, and he quickly thought about whether there was any other place to offend the white-haired witcher.

"Although Viselmir asked us to bring more money back, you don't have to care about his words, you can be chic as you please, and I will take out some of the money and count it on your head..."

Geralt almost cried as he kicked Huck in the ass in exasperation.

"Where is so much nonsense, hurry up and get in, don't go too far from the door, don't worry, I'll do something if there's something!"

Huck, who was kicked into the door, turned pale, and when he saw the daytime demon that was wailing and floating quickly, he scolded his mother in his heart.

Now it's no fun to go back, and the white wolf with a thousand knives is blocking the gate.

Damn, I said I would hug my thighs, but in the end I had to do it myself.

Since there is no way out, I have to fight hard.

The left hand quickly completed the magic seal, and with a grip of five fingers, the golden light flashed, and the looming magic shield was put on the body.

The demon spirit had already pounced in front of her at this time, and in the wail, her slender and thin arms were raised violently.

On the five fingers of the skinny bones, the nails quickly expanded and soon exceeded 30 centimeters.

Super Sensibility allowed Huck to catch her every move, and as she drifted to a distance of about 1 meter, he swung his silver sword swiftly and slashed head-on.

The lightning-fast silver sword turned into a flash of brilliance, slashing at the daytime demon at an angle, slashing down from her shoulder, splitting her in two.

Seeing the target hit, the Demon Hunter's spirits lifted, and his previous fears were swept away.

He let out a loud shout, the silver sword flew, the sword light flickered, and the dancing sword light joined together, instantly cutting the monster in front of him into countless pieces.

"Stupid, use Arden, let her current~"

Huck, who didn't feel the resistance in his hands, knew something was wrong, and when he heard Geralt's shouts outside the gate, he suddenly woke up, and he couldn't help but curse himself for being stupid.

The body of the daytime demon spirit who was submerged by the sword light was blurred, and when the brilliance disappeared, it was found unscathed.

The dazzling sword light didn't slow her down in the slightest, and the phantom crossed the barrier formed by the sword light and quickly approached the witcher.

As he was stunned and tried to retreat to dodge, the phantom suddenly solidified.

The daytime demon that emerged from the void opened its mouth wide, spat out a blood-red tongue, and a burst of green light appeared from its hollow eyes, as if laughing.

The long, sharp claws clawed down with a cracking sound, and the young witcher, with his astonishing reflexes, forced himself to turn and retreat, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

However, the danger has not been lifted.

The daytime wraith suddenly let out a terrifying wail, and Huck, who was about to retreat, heard the sound and his body slumped.

He knew it was going to be bad, and was about to react, but was horrified to find that the sharp claws had reached the front door.

The deadly claws with black glows hit the target with an overwhelming force, tearing the afterimage in front of him to shreds.

Seeing that the inevitable blow missed, and the human in front of him was gone, the demon let out an angry wail and turned its head to look behind.

Less than 8 meters away from her, a figure appeared in the place where there was nothing before, it was the witcher who had just disappeared.

"Use Arden to make her appear while slowing it down, taking care to dodge her virtual body to real-time double hits..."

The white wolf didn't seem to see Huck in danger just now, and still reminded the tactics unhurriedly.

Huck gasped for breath and thought to himself that he was in danger, and he used teleportation to dodge the attack without breaking his shield, which gave him a chance to fight back.

Seeing that the prey had dodged the attack, the demon spirit wailed, and its form blurred again, becoming blurred.

Looking at the daytime wraith at the galloping wind, Huck forced himself to calm down, and he bent over and waited.

1 second

2 seconds

The witcher, who had regained his mana, completed the Ardennes Seal with agility and speed with his left hand, and then pressed it downward.

A circle of glowing runes suddenly appeared at his feet, forming a circular binding circle.

The daytime wraith seemed unaware of the circle in front of her, her empty eyes fixed on the witcher, bent on tearing the humans in front of her to shreds.

After casting the Ardennes Seal, Huck gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, pulled the silver sword back and mopped the floor, plowing the daytime wraith to enter the circle.

The spirit came quickly, and as soon as he finished his preparations, she had already drifted in.

At the moment when the monster entered the circle, the runes of the circle flickered.

During the day, the demon spirit's body was stunned, its speed dropped sharply, and the originally vague and illusory figure quickly condensed, exposing itself to the eyes of the demon hunter.

Now is the time!

"Damn it~"

Huck roared, his arms screamed, and the silver sword turned into a silver brilliance with his waist as the axis, and from the bottom up, around his head, he drew an arc, and went straight to the unavoidable daytime demon in front of him.

With all his might, the silver sword slashed heavily on the demon spirit's body with an astonishing momentum.

The blade of the sword entered the body, destroying the withering and decaying, splitting the demon spirit's body in half, from the shoulder down, almost becoming two pieces.

The sword oil got wet, and it began to bubble and smoke, making a 'sizzle' sound.

The silver sword retreated, and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, when the demon suddenly let out a terrifying wail again, and the visible air pressure centered on her and slammed out in all directions.

The strong wind picked up dust and turned into smoke, which instantly obscured the entire battlefield.

"Watch out for shields and dodge attacks with witcher sense..."

Geralt's unhurried reminder sounded again outside the door, and he didn't seem to worry about Huck at all.

The young witcher saw the wind rise and stopped his pursuit, and he quickly raised his left hand in front of him to block the smoke and dust that was blowing in front of him.

Using his psychic abilities, Huck was able to catch the Wisp's trail with ease.

During the day, the demon spirit seemed to be too badly injured and did not intend to attack while the enemy was blind, but after exiting the circle, it began to circle around the witcher.

Long hair flying, white dresses fluttering, body shaking, arms swinging...

The witcher had the illusion that this woman-like demon seemed to be dancing with the wind.

She jumped slightly, a beautiful spin in the air, and when she fell, she had already become two.

The two figures in the dance arena quickly separated, continued to dance in circles, and then at the same time a beautiful spin in the air again, and when they fell, they had become four...

At this time, the smoke gradually dissipated, but the four figures did not stop dancing, and continued to dance, spinning in circles, and at a fast speed.

A hint of tiredness hit him, and the witcher suddenly felt a little heavy in his body, as if something was leaking from his body, and quickly flowed into the bodies of the four dancers who were dancing selflessly.

"Stupid, these are her clones, quickly eliminate them, don't let her absorb your life force and recover from her injuries."

Just as the witcher was in a trance, an angry roar woke him up.

Before the fight, Huck felt that he already knew a lot about the daytime banshees, both theoretically and psychologically.

In the game, he has dealt with this monster more than once.

But when he was really tough in reality, he realized how shallow his understanding was.

Metaphysical errors have left him passive again and again, and what is depicted in the book and shown in the game is completely different from what he sees in reality.

Take the life absorption in front of you as an example, the life energy absorbed in the game has almost no effect on the character, but in reality, it will make people feel tired, and even mental confusion and slow reaction.

What's even more terrifying is that watching the dance of the banshee during the day, I still have the urge to dance with it, and I can't have the slightest sense of confrontation.

This is very different from the imagined scenario, and it is no wonder that Viselmir and Geralt must face the monsters they have never seen before, from beginning to end.

Only in this way can you understand what is really going on with the monsters in reality, and know how to use what you have learned to deal with them, and not just a waste who can only play tricks.

Resisting the desire to dance, his gaze locked on a phantom.

Gan, suck my vitality, I fought with you~

Frightened and angry, Huck reached for a crossbow and pointed it at a dancer's figure, which was an arrow.