The Divine Hunter - Chapter 607 face change

   Chapter 607 Facing Change

  The hall is brightly lit, filled with a peculiar smell of plants and flesh and blood.

   In the center of a neatly arranged stack of test tubes, sample bottles, herbal bags, and kraft paper, a strange set of instruments runs quietly.

   It consists of a heated bottom vessel resembling an ostrich egg, and an erected black coffin large enough to hold an adult male.

   Connected between the two are three gleaming glass tubes that bend into waves and spirals.

  Some sort of puffed milky white smoke from the ostrich egg slowly poured down the glass tube into the coffin.

  Rita Ned, in a black low-cut dress, stood in front of the instrument. The fire from the heater reflected her beautiful face and the beautiful scenery of rolling hills under her long skirt.

   She pursed her coral-colored red lips tightly, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and her slender fingers painted with rose-black nails fiddled with her fiery hair.

   Sea-like blue eyes stared at the metal warehouse with concern, as if to see through its hard outer shell and observe the experimental body inside.

   For more than two years, members of the Witcher Brotherhood have undergone "second mutations" one by one in coffins.

This ingenious transformation is different from the grass trial. It does not add unstable mutant genes, but expands and extends on the basis of existing mutations. Therefore, the safety and reliability are terrifyingly high, and all participants have successfully improved. physical fitness.

   And the time they spend is proportional to the degree of their mutation.

   Previously, Ivar Evil Eye Grandmaster, who had undergone the first-generation green grass trial, took the longest, about a week.

   And he—

  Rita couldn't help holding the beautiful pearl necklace on her chest. .

   Roy, who has survived the trials of the snake pie, the flying lion monster and the wolf pie green grass, once again created a miracle. 29 days and 18 hours, the mutation is still going on.

The    vision does not stop there.

   She turned and glanced at the hole in the stone wall behind a row of black iron fences in the distance.

  A terrifying long mottled black shadow swam through the hole, shaking the two slender tentacles above its head, the sickle-like jaws reflecting the dim light, and hundreds of hook-shaped feet swaying rapidly.

   For more than two years, under the careful breeding of the Brotherhood at all costs, the mutant white widow centipede in the underground cave of the Nine Valleys has been able to reproduce with peace of mind, giving birth to more than 60 eggs.

  The normal transformation only needs two pieces at a time, and Roy consumed twenty pieces.

   If the transformation continues, the reserve of White Widow eggs will be exhausted, and then—

   An abrupt sound interrupted his thoughts, the sorceress suddenly widened her eyes, exaggerated her red lips, and her mature and charming face showed a lovely tension.

  Puchi—

  The blue flame of the heater goes out.

   Gulong Gulong!

   A strange sound like boiling water tore apart the tranquility of the laboratory.

   The upright metal black coffin vibrated violently twice, swiftly and briefly, like a bird struggling in a spider web, and then the black lacquered outer shell was pushed outwards with a click.

   An overwhelming white mist surged out, instantly engulfing the sorceress and the surrounding experimental equipment. A warm, moist, itchy nose swam like mist floating on the river, spreading to the entire hall.

Rita tried her best to widen her eyes to capture the figure in the coffin. At the same time, she skillfully waved her hands on her chest, chanted the incantation, and tore apart a few miniature vortices in the space, which quickly sucked away everything like a fan. of fog.

   Concentrated, her body suddenly froze, and a huge force rushed from behind, grabbed her waist, lifted her off the ground, and interrupted the spell.

   Her body was weak and was embraced by the attacker.

  White mist sprayed out from the broken vortex, covering the hall and the two figures again.

   The exclamation of the sorceress and the chuckle of the man rang out.

  Then the sound of velvet cracking, muffled humming, coquettish snoring, chasing and slapsticking and laughter precipitated in the white mist and reverberated repeatedly, like a lute movement composed of lovers whispering and intertwining.

  The changing magic lights on the ceiling sprinkled into it, reflecting a hazy, warm and mysterious color light.

a long time later.

   The smoke cleared.

   There were two more figures on the operating table in the laboratory.

Roy, who was only wearing a pair of white linen shorts, was lying there with his left hand resting on the back of his head, his biceps, pectoral muscles, and eight-pack abs, which were well developed but not bloated, were dripping with fine sweat, and he stared at the gray ceiling. .

The sorceress propped her profile face with her left hand, and held a pinch of fiery hair in her right hand, which crossed his profile playfully, with elf-pointed ears, a sculptural nose, chin, silver-gray pupils, and a Circle the mouth with shallow stubble,

   Bright eyes flashed with brilliance.

   The once young and ignorant boy has become a strong and handsome man, and the little villain has become a big villain.

After the second mutation that lasted for a month, his stature has grown a little taller, his skin is delicate and tough like cowhide, and his temperament has become more and more sharp and sharp, and the strength around him seems to be overflowing uncontrollably. .

"how do you feel?"

   the sorceress asked with a smile, her voice laced with a languid and contented nasal voice,

   "Let's put it this way, Coral, I feel like I can now single out the entire wolf faction."

   "If Lambert hears this, he will definitely fight with you!"

   "Haha, let the horses come over, just to warm me up!"

  Roy jumped to the ground from the operating table, twisted his neck and wrist, and the joints all over his body burst into a crackling sound, and he jumped like a monkey with his toes buckled, easily touching the four-meter-high ceiling.

   Then he drew a triangle talisman with his five fingers, and a blazing red and golden light shot out, scorching the air with a crackling sound, covering his whole body, like a layer of flowing liquid flame armor.

   His mind was silently devoted to the template.

  Roy

   Age: 19

   Health: 440→470 (Grass Trial +120)

  Magic: 380 (Grass Trial+120)

Attributes:

  Strength: 20→30

  Agility: 20→30

   Constitution: 32→35

   Perception: 17

   Will: 40

   Charisma: 10

   Spirit: 26

  Added skills:

Secondary mutation (passive curing): Use the mutant white widow egg protein to perform secondary mutation on top of the existing mutation, permanently increase strength and agility by 20% + 30 (snake, wolf, flying lion monster green grass test Refinement), due to the in-depth optimization of the mutant gene, the physique has been slightly improved.

   Lava Quinn: After the second mutation, you can mobilize the earth element and the fire element at the same time, release a variant of the Quen mark, and the surface of the magic shield is attached with flame power, which burns the attacker.

  …

   The total attributes increased by this transformation reached 23 points, which is not inferior to a grass trial. The strength and agility have jumped by half, which perfectly complements Roy's shortcomings in melee combat.

   Now, with the exception of Ivar Evil Eye Grandmaster, his strength and speed are at the apex of the Brotherhood.

   Counting the blessings of the potion and Arrondette's "guardian", even if he had a close fight with two high-level vampires, he was not afraid at all.

   Such leap-forward progress can be regarded as a kind of accumulation. After all, an ordinary witcher who has passed a grass trial will only receive a 20% or 30% increase in attributes after the transformation.

   And he nearly died three times.

"Actually, you should wait a little longer," Rita Ned brushed away the wet hair in front of her forehead, "and wait until the transformation process is more complete before proceeding. For a whole month, it was nourished by mutant white widow eggs, and I almost had to tear it apart. Drop that iron coffin and see what your big dreams are in it?"

   The sorceress tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes rippling, her long eyelashes flickering, "What are you worried about in such a hurry?"

  Roy silently hugged her shoulders.

   This is not without reason.

   If you wait for four or five trials of green grass, and then make a second mutation, the benefits will be maximized.

   But he couldn't wait.

   It took more than a year for the last wolf faction trial, and he had a strong hunch that the fourth time would exceed three years, perfectly missing the most intense and ups and downs of the era.

   Not to mention the fifth time.

And the **** battle with the God of Bad Omen not long ago gave him a great warning that he could not turn into the supreme shadow every time he encountered a strong enemy. The long-term weakness was one of them, and what worried him more was that he clearly felt Every time the transformation is released, it will enter a strange state.

   Part of his emotions were stripped away, and everything in the world had nothing to do with him. Geralt, Ciri, Triss, Coral, and many relatives and friends couldn't make his heart waver.

   He is like an absolutely calm bystander, watching the development of everything indifferently.

   He thought of the parting words of the Most High—

  No matter how hot the feelings are, they will eventually be annihilated in time and space. Only destruction, purification, and circulation are the eternal truth.

   He is not without consideration-frequent use of the "arrival" ability will affect his character and gradually wipe out his feelings.

   So he has to become stronger through normal channels to deal with future crises!

  …

"I'm a little worried about the Squirrel Party..." Roy lowered his head and sniffed Rita's hot hair, and then said, "The message I sent to Blue Mountain at the beginning of my request for Evelyn has never been answered. There is no doubt that Francis Ka doesn't trust the witchers of our Brotherhood, and won't even talk to me, and I have to be fully prepared to prevent her from playing tricks again."

  The elf queen ignored the witcher's invitation to negotiate, and the Squirrel Party was still raging in the north, willing to serve as pawns for the southern empire.

   The sorceress turned pale. She had used the relationship between the Warlock Association to contact this "Valley Daisy", but the other party seemed to understand her deep relationship with the witcher and refused flatly.

  Triss and Yennefer also tried to no avail.

  …

"Secondly, we have to be careful about the Wild Hunt... Ciri and Elena both have ancient blood flowing in their bodies, and the Wild Hunt has been searching for this precious and powerful ancestor blood for hundreds of years, and sooner or later will come and kidnap them, I must improve my combat effectiveness as soon as possible."

Speaking of which, Roy wanted to contact Francesca. On the one hand, he did not want to see Evelyn die, and on the other hand, he wanted to find the spatial coordinates of the world where the Wild Hunt settled, because the relationship between the Elf Queen and the Wild Hunt was a gangster. shallow-

   The elves of the Witcher world are Ain Sidi, and Wild Hunt was originally Ain El.

  The two once belonged to the Ion Woodode family, carrying the blood of the ancients. With this god-given blood, they traveled through space, distorted the multiverse, and plundered the resources of thousands of worlds.

   But this kind of crossing is usually accompanied by a hoarfrost that destroys everything, this vast cosmic catastrophe slowly but irreversibly chasing them, freezing the worlds they flee from, like a punishment for their abuse of the blood of the ancients.

   One day later, when the two clans passed through a "crossroads" during a long journey, they chose completely different routes to avoid the hoarfrost due to their differences in philosophy.

   Plunder-loving Ain El (Wild Hunt) went to a world full of alders, carried out a major purge and occupied magpie nests.

Ain Shedi, who is good at invention, creation and architecture, came to the world of witchers and left behind countless exquisite buildings that can be called the treasures of civilization in history. Later, they were driven into the Blue Mountains by humans and became the current Philavande. Rui and the elf led by Francesca.

   The sages between the two clans are connected and master the means of communication.

Roy sacked the legacy of Weigfotez, and holds evidence that Francesca colluded with Nilfgaard and betrayed the Northern Warlocks Association. He knew more about their earnest expectations. Be sure to persuade them to cooperate.

   Once she gets a clue from her mouth, Roy can follow the trail to find the base camp of the Wild Hunt, come to the base camp first, gather strength to take the initiative to attack, and solve the radicals who covet the blood of the ancients at one time.

   This is his style!

  If all goes well, the elves of the Blue Mountains, the Ain Shidi tribe, will have a piece of land that truly belongs to them—a plane.

   Aveline no longer has to fight with humans to fight for the insignificant area of ​​the Valley of Hundred Flowers.

  …

"Don't worry," Rita Ned was very satisfied with his frankness, she sat up with her legs crossed, and smiled with relief, the magical aura rose and fell on the embossed body, blinking her eyes, weaving a glamorous and gorgeous dress. Black veil, "The Brotherhood has twenty witchers, six resident mages, inexhaustible potions, alchemy bombs, enchanted equipment, and many secret bases. Even if we can't beat them, we can still avoid the limelight. !"

   "Next, you can stay in the laboratory at the bottom of the lake with peace of mind. I have to confirm that the second mutation does not leave any sequelae, understand?" Rita, who was sitting on the operating table, stretched out the back of her flawless hand towards him without refutation.

   "As you wish, my lady!"

  Roy held his slender fingers and kissed gently.

   Time flies by in a regular life. In the next week, the witcher received the sorceress's considerate and meticulous all-round physical examination, and through a lot of exercise, he became familiar with the surge in strength and the Lava Quinn Seal.

   On the eighth day, the three of Lambert, who were on a business trip in Soden, sent a long-distance call through the telescopic crystal, breaking the peace.

   (end of this chapter)