No surprises, no dangers.

What caught Lan's eye was like a terrifying photo.

A woman's body was wrapped in vines, and not only outside her body, but even under her face, you could see the xylem bulging up.

The vines have grown into the flesh.

Two years later, the chaos magic on these plants still hadn't caused the corpses to rot.

"Really. Cruel and nasty miscellaneous. ”

Lan En frowned, scolding under his voice as he drew the sword of the Lake Maiden at his waist to split through the tangled vines.

"The guy who twisted the complaint into a curse just made a toy, and then he got tired of playing with it and threw it here. Don't you really care about living in a woods with this shit? ”

Lan cursed under his breath, and there was only the eerie woods behind him.

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

"Cats will even put their own prey on display. Compared to cats, how long does it take for this guy to take a life on a whim? ”

The voice of the dryad blew through Lan En's ears with a leaf-like breath from his mouth, like a fresh dream.

The witcher shook his head.

He understood what Brian meant, and in his eyes the lives of intelligent beings were precious. But in the eyes of the dryads, humans are no different from ordinary animals in the food chain.

With a few "smacks", Arondait's unrivaled blade easily sliced through the well-hydrated and tough vines.

The corpse of the woman, who had been propped up by the vines that had grown wantonly in her body, was carried by Lan En on her shoulder.

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

The woman's head slammed into Lan's back with a jolt.

But as a witcher, the intimate encounter with a strange corpse was no longer enough to frighten the young man.

Lan En walked out of the forest, and behind him came a female voice that spoke awkwardly.

Then Brian's lingua franca sounded.

"Good luck, witcher."

The sound reverberates back and forth through the surrounding dense trees, eventually becoming melodious and deep.

Lan En waved his hand without looking back, saying goodbye.

I also wish you intelligent beings in the forest to live a long time, after all, just living in this world is a difficult thing.

When he came into contact with the Treants, Lane mistakenly thought that he was in the era of the American Frontier West, watching the aborigines there who had been crushed by the times because of their adherence to tradition.

Ethnic clashes ethnic clashes

Along the way, Len has met many people, some of whom are of bad character, but also who work hard and refuse to hurt others.

And there are quite a few such people.

But the virtues of the individual, when they rise to the level of the race, always seem insignificant, so erratic that people unconsciously ignore them.

——

The moon has risen, and night has covered the earth.

Lane laid the woman's body on a ridge, and covered her face with the handkerchief that Sir Fisnet had given her.

In a kneeling meditative stance, the witcher took out a bottle of dwarven liquor from the alchemy leather pouch on his waist and poured it on the corpse in front of him.

"[Igni]."

With a snap of his fingers, the sparks of magic ignited a high concentration of bad wine, and in the dim night, the humanoid 'torch' was blazing.

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

Meditation strengthens perception, but it blurs somatosensory time.

When Lan En opened his eyes again, the silver pendant on his chest was already "booming".

On the retina, the timing function provided by the bio-intelligent brain has passed for ten minutes.

Behind him, a burst of green fire drove the shadows in front of Lan En.

It was the light of the fire when the wraith appeared and died.

The witcher calmly drew his sword from his waist, got up, and turned his face away, the rotten soul that had lost its entire jaw already floating in midair.

Compared to the daytime, the heat wave it brings is greatly reduced.

"Old friends, don't be polite."

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

The long knife on his right hand glowed with brilliant knife flowers when he turned his wrist. The left hand, which was vacant, pinched the mudra directly towards the ground.

【Seal of the Ardennes】.

"It's time to hit the road, ma'am."

Unreal, as if the style of painting was incompatible, was forcibly transformed into a physical body under the [Ardennes Law Seal].

The daytime demon spirit was transformed, and it raised its head to emit a massive sound wave that was hurtful.

But for Lanen, this trick is not new.

"[Igni]!"

"Bear!" Fierce flames continued to erupt from the front of the mudra, and under the [Seal Assist Function], the fire flow was confined to a scorching spear!

Straight into the throat of the daytime demon!

The scream was choked back by the flames.

Immediately afterwards, Lan En adjusted his center of gravity and made an abrupt displacement, standing in front of the demon spirit, holding the knife in both hands in an extraordinarily upright posture.

[Reed Celebrity, One Word Chop, Two Links]!

The violent sword wind was driven by the steel entity, and the blade made a strong acid-like sound after it came into contact with the materialized demon spirit bones.

The blade of the sword has been coated with [Evil Spirit Oil] for the soul body, and the technique of the air flow blade has caused the air to bring out large pieces of tiny droplets from the blade, and the shape of the air blade is already like a mist.

Therefore, even though the air blade does not have the function of destroying evil spirits, the [evil spirit oil] that is atomized in the air blade still causes huge corrosive damage to the demon spirits during the day.

The miniaturized sword oil is more corrosive than the corrosive damage caused by simply slashing with the blade. After all, the reaction rate is faster and the contact area is larger.

Under the triple suppression of the Air Blade Technique, the [Evil Spirit Oil], and the [Arden's Law Seal], Lan En didn't even have a chance to see what the book said, 'The most dangerous posture of the demon spirit during the day'.

- It summons an illusion of itself and begins to take the life force of the target.

The end result is that the target becomes the unlucky corpse in the field.

"Uhh!!h

Finally, during the day, the demon spirit raised its head to the sky and let out a terrible scream. Lan's [One Slash Second Connection] slashed all of its ribs on the left side, and the [Evil Spirit Oil] made its chest cavity pitch black.

The dark green flames burned again, and this time, Lan was sure it was over.

Cold air from outside the ridges began to pour in, and the convective heat even caused a gust of wind to blow in the small field.

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

By the time the wind began to subside, the temperature in the fields had turned into normal winter night temperatures.

Lan En lifted the felt cloth and gathered away this small pile of ghost spirit dust, and there was also an emerald in the ghost spirit dust, which also fell from the dissipation of the demon spirit during the day.

The dissipation of the demon spirit does take place in the concept of alchemy, and the process of [generating gems] has indeed occurred. Thus, in the occult worldview, the destruction of the demon spirit is like the completion of a small alchemy, and when you are lucky, a flawless emerald will appear.

In addition to the ghost dust and emeralds, the heads of the daytime spirits were also materialized.

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

But in the end, he buried it.

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

But he had completed his investigation of the daytime spirit, and he knew that the lingering evil spirit had originated from a woman's perverted curse. Hanging on it again is a bit of a shock to him.

After collecting the loot, Lane poured the last bit of dwarven liquor from the bottle on the corpse that had been lying for two years and no one had ventured to collect it.

[Ignifa Seal] flashed, and the dried corpse also burned.

The demon hunter calmly watched the corpse burn clean, and in his heart, he had completed the task of [hunting demon spirits] for the first time in his life.

Rann then walked towards the village not far away.

Hell business is done, now. It's time to do someone's business.

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