Chapter 265 Demon Hunter Epic Enhancement

Lisa looked at the witcher's blue cat eyes and suddenly felt sad.

In order to hunt down powerful monsters that threaten humans, demon hunters have to take these potions that are very harmful to the body.

However, despite making such sacrifices, they are still rejected by many humans, and some nobles and wizards plot to harm and slander them for their own interests...

Mutants, monsters, freaks, creatures punished by the gods and contrary to nature...

The vicious curses were compiled into books by the conspirators, and were regarded as jokes and truth by the ignorant...

The seeds of contempt and hatred have been planted, but no one knows what kind of flowers will bloom.

Obviously, these people are the beneficiaries of the existence of demon hunters...

As she thought about it, her mood became even lower, but she didn't know what to say or do.

after all.

She was just an ordinary priestess of the Temple of Meliteli.

Arlin looked at Lisa and inexplicably looked at him with pity because of his two words.

The pity, sympathy and admiration in his eyes were as if he had a terminal illness but was still working hard for his boss's future.

I couldn't help but scratch my head, thinking about where my previous two sentences were misunderstood.

After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't come up with an idea. I could only sigh, "Women's minds are really hard to understand," and then changed the subject:
"What are we going to eat tonight? I've been looking forward to it since I heard your voice across the small garden."

After hearing this, Lisa remembered what she had come here for. She quickly calmed down and said with a smile:
"This is not the food from the temple cafeteria today."

"In the inner city of Elland, the owner of the Bearded Tavern asked Nenneke to deliver the baby, and I'm here to help..."

"After the event, I saw that the pub's homemade black pepper sausage and raspberry jam bread were both pretty good, so I brought you one too..."

As she spoke she lifted the clean white linen cloth from the basket.

An enticing aroma of meat fat and sweet food immediately hits you, increasing your appetite.

"Ah," the demon hunter took a deep breath somewhat exaggeratedly, "It looks great. I can't wait."

His meals in the iconostasis were very good indeed.

Like today, when Lisa was out with Nenneke delivering babies or treating patients, she would always bring him some delicious food when she saw it.

to be frank.

For so many days, he had hardly eaten any food from the temple except for breakfast.

Although the food in the cafeteria is also very good.

"Hehehe~" Lisa smiled sweetly and handed him the basket. "If you like it, I'll buy it for you when I go out these few days..."

Then she seemed to suddenly remember something, paused, and asked hesitantly:
"You...can hear my voice across the small garden?"

The witcher took the basket, smiled and nodded.

"Then you...then did you...did you hear...um...that is..."

The little priest hesitated to speak, his cheeks flushed red.

"You sang the song very well," the witcher gave a thumbs up, "I didn't expect you to have such a great voice..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The blush on his cheeks instantly filled the little priest's entire face and even spread to his slender, white neck.

It is particularly in line with the clouds behind her that are dyed red by the sunset.

"I suddenly remembered that Nenneke seemed to have some things to do, so I'll leave first..."

The little priest was silent for two seconds and quickly turned his head.

As if she really had something important to do to save the world, she took small steps and hurriedly trotted towards the garden with her dress fluttering.

"This basket?"

"Leave it there! I'll come get it tomorrow morning..."

……

After Lisa left, the witcher finished his lunch while it was still hot and continued to refine.

In addition to the difficulty of strengthening the corpse-eating creature reaching Alchemy Level 4, it requires the use of an alchemical technique for refining ordinary corpse-eating creature oil, which is somewhat difficult.

The rest of the decoctions and bombs are only of Alchemy LV2 difficulty.

So Ailin quickly processed the materials and refined several batches.

but.

Because it was already night and there were many pregnant women in the temple, Ailin collected the refined bombs, Moon Dust and Dragon Dream.

I'll go into the Mahakam Mountains tomorrow and find a place to experiment.

For similar reasons, the enhanced corpse-eating creature oil should be used to test its effects the next time you encounter a corpse-eating creature.

After all, it was impossible for him to go around looking for monsters just to try a potion.

Besides, ordinary zombies probably can’t tell the difference between ordinary zombie bio-oil and enhanced zombie bio-oil.

of course.

It's not that all refined things can't be tested...

"Adrenaline builds faster until the enemy hits you..."

The demon hunter swung a deep red potion that looked like sticky blood, muttering something about the effects of the giant ghoul decoction.

I didn’t think so before.

After finishing the Giant Ghoul decoction, the witcher suddenly had an idea and thought of the blizzard potion.

When experimenting with this potion, adrenaline was also used to control the player to enter the "bullet time" state.

and so……

"If I drink the Giant Ghoul Decoction first and then the Blizzard, what will be the effect?"

The witcher was curious about this.

However, due to the toxicity of Blizzard, he could only drink two bottles in a row.

Generally speaking, the toxicity of decoctions is far greater than that of ordinary potions.

Therefore, Ailin didn't know whether he could withstand the toxicity of the giant ghoul decoction and the blizzard.

"Hush-huh-"

After taking a deep breath, the witcher drank the sticky decoction with a strong smell of rust in one gulp.

The moment the potion entered his throat, he felt as if his throat was being branded by a branding iron. The burning pain was unbearable.

Followed by.

The pain flowed down the esophagus into the stomach.

The whole way seemed to be flowing through by magma.

"Humph~"

Ailin frowned and couldn't help but groan.

Because the Swamp Witch Mutagenesis Agent in the Swamp Witch Decoction is rare, after a decoction was made in Vengerberg, no new one has been split out until now.

So after refining a portion, he was reluctant to use it unless he encountered too strong danger.

In fact, when he faced the giant zombie a few days ago, he was ready to try it out.

Who would have thought that the monster would just run away without even a fight.

So this was Ailin’s first time using decoction.

Unexpectedly, this gave him a warning.

After entering the stomach, the burning pain was much lessened.

However, unlike ordinary potions, this decoction is digested very slowly. The witcher estimated that it would take at least three hours to completely digest it.

"So the duration of this decoction should be at least three hours."

Ailin thought.

next second.

A stream of heat rushed straight to the witcher's kidneys on both sides of his waist, as if soaking both kidneys in a slightly hot hot spring.

To be honest, it's not very comfortable.

Therefore, after the demon hunter carefully felt the changes, he had an idea.

Try stimulating the adrenal medulla.

In the past, this would have taken at least a second if there was no danger.

But this time, the adrenal medulla almost instantly gushed out half as much adrenaline as it did a few hours ago.

After a large amount of adrenaline was secreted, the demon hunter's breathing became noticeably faster, and his heart and blood flow accelerated as if a river was flowing through his blood vessels.

The deep blue cat's pupils not only became rounder, but also expanded by a quarter.

The demon hunter could feel his strength, agility and reflexes increased by twenty percent.

Such a powerful improvement has never happened before when stimulating adrenaline.

I don’t know if it’s because the demon hunter’s body is much stronger than that of an ordinary person and has been modified.

In the past, when Ailin stimulated the adrenal medulla to secrete adrenaline, the maximum increase was only one percent.

Although the amount of adrenaline secreted this time was only half more, it was as if he had crossed a certain threshold and it increased drastically.

"Excuse!"

"Let's not talk about other effects. Just the improvement in overall strength alone makes this giant ghoul decoction a miracle drug..."

The demon hunter was a little excited.

More importantly, this improvement effect can last for at least three hours.

Next.

Arryn tried again with the sigils and the ice spear spell.

The power has been improved, but it is only the effect of improving the attributes.

It's not like in the game, where after using a seal, you consume one bar of adrenaline and can instantly release another seal.

As for the "survival from death" in the game, when the health value drops to 0%, adrenaline is consumed immediately to restore a certain percentage of health value.

Because of the incredible effect of the Giant Ghoul decoction, some of the hot-headed demon hunters thought about it and took the initiative to lower the temperature of their brains...

Didn't dare try.

But even if there were no effects that could be considered cheating in the game, Ailin was content.

The strength has been increased by at least one fifth...

Three hours!!!

What kind of bike do you need?
What's more, the recipe for the Giant Ghoul decoction is much easier to obtain than other decoctions that take several months to split out a portion of a mutagenic substance.

The giant ghoul bone marrow that Ailin obtained from killing the giant ghoul was enough for him to refine two or three hundred bottles of decoction.

"Tsk, tsk, the world is so diverse!"

The demon hunter felt it again, the sense of power brought by the surge of adrenaline, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

When he played games in his previous life, he had never used the giant ghoul to make medicine.

He is not an advanced player, and it is not easy to kill a monster without taking any damage unless his level is suppressed.

I didn't expect that after traveling through time, the effect of the giant ghoul decoction would be so much stronger.

After calming his breathing, the demon hunter took out a bottle of blizzard from the reagent bag on his waist.

follow closely.

After thinking for a few seconds, he took out a bottle of white honey and placed it next to him.

The toxicity of the Giant Ghoul Decoction and the Magic Potion Blizzard should not have reached his limit of poison resistance.

However, in order to prevent the toxicity from suddenly increasing after the two potions are merged.

The demon hunter still placed the white honey that could purify the poison and eliminate the effects of the potion where it could be easily reached.

then.

"Gulu~"

The moment the blue potion was swallowed, the witcher's temple swelled as if it was about to burst.

This made Ailin groan, but after getting used to it, he could bear it.

Then the whites of the cat's eyes around the azure blue pupils quickly turned icy blue again.

"It really works!"

The witcher cheered softly with delight.

He could feel that the blizzard energy in his mind was a quarter higher than the last time he used it.

And as soon as the thought came, adrenaline surged.

The "bullet time" state switches almost seamlessly, and the effect of slowing down "time" seems to have increased from one twentieth to one twenty-fifth of the original flow rate.

"Giant Ghoul Decoction and Magic Potion Blizzard are a perfect match!"

After a careful understanding, the demon hunter excitedly recalled the process of hunting demons in the past.

no doubt.

In this state, he can hunt the giant griffin alone without the help of Vesemir and Mary!
After a few more attempts, the energy of the blizzard disappeared.

But the side effect of the potion, the swelling and pain in the temples and brain, did not disappear.

This is a warning that the toxins accumulated in the body are approaching a critical point.

"It would be great if there were various drug-resistant talents in reality..."

The demon hunter felt the toxin being slowly metabolized and couldn't help but sigh.

He doesn't even need other effects from the alchemy school. As long as he can light up the talent of quickly metabolizing toxins, the demon hunter has no idea how powerful he can be after drinking the full effect of the potion...

Think of this.

He couldn't help but think of Thomas Moreau, who should be in the dungeon of Kaer Morhen.

"Although there is no talent for enhancing toxicity tolerance in the secondary mutation skill tree in the game..."

"But we can see from the effect of the giant ghoul's decoction that some effects in the game will basically have functional transformations that are in line with reality in real life..."

"So the secondary mutation will definitely increase the demon hunter's tolerance to toxicity in reality..."

"I just don't know when I can get information about the second mutation from Thomas Moreau..."

……

……

at the same time.

The cliffs by the Pontar River, at a fork in the road less than a kilometer from Vergen.

"Dean, the last trace of Thomas Moreau and Macao that I could find is here..."

A wizard wearing a black robe with stars on it hesitated for a few seconds and then stood up from the ground.

A bright silver arrow-shaped magical glow then disappeared into the soil.

Still standing respectfully beside the other middle-aged wizard.

The middle-aged wizard remained silent and looked at the place where the arrow disappeared for a long time.

The evening wind from the mountains whistled and made his black robe rustle.

"Someone deliberately erased their traces." said the middle-aged wizard.

This is a certainty, not a question.

Without waiting for the other wizard to reply, the middle-aged wizard analyzed on his own:

"They didn't die, but someone deliberately erased all traces of them."

"And with such a clean method, even you can't predict where it is..."

"I haven't studied my skills deeply enough..." The wizard bowed modestly.

The middle-aged wizard waved his hand and interrupted:

"I'm not blaming you..."

"Covering up traces is easier than tracking them down. You can show fluctuations that even I can't detect. There may not be a sorcerer as skilled in tracking spells as you in the entire northern continent..."

"I'm just wondering..."

The middle-aged wizard paused.

"What is the dean wondering about?" another wizard asked.

"Who would risk offending Ban Ade and attack our people..." The middle-aged wizard lowered his head and pondered for two seconds before muttering:

"It's always easier to cover up the dead..."

"So what do Thomas Moreau and Macao know..."

"That's why people would rather take the huge risk of being discovered and capture them alive?"

(End of this chapter)