Demon Hunter: I became a god in the demon hunting world

Then, he slashed out with a sword again, and half of the petrified chicken snake's neck was cut off, and its head drooped a little.

But Dick did not pursue it, but quickly stepped back two steps.

Because the time of the mental shock wave had passed, he had to guard against the monster's dying counterattack.

And as Dick expected, the dying petrified chicken snake flapped its wings more vigorously, attacking any scenery around it desperately.

The branches and leaves of the surrounding weeds and bushes flew everywhere.

After a while, it crowed hoarsely like a rooster that was about to die after its throat was cut, and its body twitched twice, and then it lay there and stopped moving.

Seeing this, Dick did not move forward immediately, but just stared at its corpse cautiously.

Until the prompt came on the panel:

Hunting a petrified chicken snake will get energy points X 15.

Hunting a [Dragon] for the first time will get energy points X15.

Complete the Demon Hunter Commission to obtain energy points X15, and currently have a total of energy points X 100.

After receiving the prompt, Dick was relieved, and then his feet softened and he sat on the ground.

Fortunately, the dead tree behind him was the one the woodcutter had just dodged, and he could still lean on the trunk.

Otherwise, he would have curled up on the ground.

Dick had no strength at all at this time, and he only felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

He knew that this was caused by his excessive blood loss.

The woodcutter walked towards Dick tremblingly.

"Master Demon Hunter, are you dead?"

"No." Dick rolled his eyes unhappily, "The dark small bottle in the backpack on the right side of my waist, help me open it."

"Okay, okay."

The woodcutter did as he was told, opened Dick's waist bag, and revealed an exquisite iron box. After opening the lid, there were several sealed small transparent glass bottles neatly arranged inside.

Ben Yang took out a dark glass bottle, scraped off the beeswax with force, and unscrewed the cork.

"Master Demon Hunter, is this what you want?"

"Yes."

After that, Dick opened his mouth, and the woodcutter poured the potion into his mouth.

Instantly, a taste 10 times more bitter than Chinese medicine exploded in the taste buds of the demon hunter.

At this moment, Dick put on the mask of pain.

And then, he felt a tingling pain all over his body like a needle.

From the woodcutter's point of view, the dying demon hunter's face had blood vessels stretched and his expression was hideous, just like the plagued pigs he had seen before.

A thought came to his mind:

Is it possible that the demon hunter will become a monster if he is infected by the monster?

Thinking of this, he was so scared that he took two steps back cautiously.

But Dick had no time to care at this time. He just closed his eyes and felt the tingling in his body slowly disappearing, and a warm current flowed through his body.

After a while, he felt that his strength was back.

Looking down, the scars on the skin of the armor that was cracked by the petrified chicken snake attack had begun to scab.

Dick tried to stand up slowly and found that he was no longer seriously injured, just a little weak.

It seems... this life was saved.

No wonder there was a hint at the beginning of the game that no witcher knew how old he could live, because there were no witchers who died of old age, only witchers who died in battle.

If it weren't for the woodcutter's axe that diverted the petrified chicken snake's attention in time, he himself would have become one of the witchers who died in battle.

"Thank you this time, it's considered that you saved my life, I won't charge you." Dick looked at the woodcutter seriously.

"No, Master, you still have to take the 10 crowns. If you don't come and this monster comes back, it will find me sooner or later."

"Okay, then 10 crowns, and then I need you to do me a favor."

"Just tell me, as long as I can do it."

"Now my body is weak and I can't use all my strength.

"Next, you need to use your axe to completely chop off the head of the petrified chicken snake. You only need to chop the place where I used the silver sword to chop its neck before, so you can save some effort."

"Master Demon Hunter, can this monster called petrified chicken snake be eaten? Why do we have to chop off its head?"

"Just do as I say. "

Ban Yang didn't say much after hearing this. He picked up the axe that fell on the ground and chopped off the head of the petrified chicken snake with a few axe strikes.

He usually made a living by chopping wood. Maybe because of practice, his chopping movements were powerful and precise, without any deviation.

Not to mention, the position where each axe fell on the petrified chicken snake this time was the same as the last time.

"Very good, then put your hand into his neck, yes, do it like this, and dig it in hard. "

"Master, I seem to have touched something soft. "

"Very good, pull it off hard, that's its gland. "

"Okay. "Ban Yang looked bitter, but he still did what Dick said.

"Squeak", with a strong pull, a dark red gland was pulled off.

"You did very well. "

Dick encouraged verbally, and took out an oil paper bag from his waist to wrap the gland.

While Ben Yang was busy, he was not idle.

Dick had already used a dagger to gently cut open the belly of the petrified chicken snake, peeled off the epidermis and took out the yellow substance on its surface, which was the fat of the petrified chicken snake.

After putting all the glands and fat into his waist bag, Dick smiled with satisfaction:

Although the petrified cockatrice is cruel and brainless, its body is full of treasures. Its glands and fat can be made into sword oil and magic potions, and its skin can also be made into armor.

As for feathers, they can be sold to wealthy people for collection. Those nobles like to decorate themselves with items from rare monsters.

Just as he was thinking about how to peel off the skin of the petrified cockatrice and take it away, Dick suddenly heard an unusual sound, and the sound gradually became harsh to the keen hearing of the demon hunter.

Dick frowned and said solemnly: "We are leaving now, right away."

"What's wrong? Master Witcher."

Bunyan was wiping the blood on his hands with the leaves next to him, but Dick didn't answer and stood up first. He just gave a look and ran towards the outside of the black forest.

Seeing this, Ban Yang knew that the situation was urgent, so he ran away without asking any questions.

And just a moment later, there was the sound of creaking bones moving from behind.

Countless branches and leaves in the darkness deep in the black forest are winding rapidly, like poisonous snakes slithering over the moist soil, accompanied by a large number of crows squawking in the air.

These branches and leaves move left and right, as if they are looking for something.

Soon after, they found nothing and slowly retreated deeper into the black forest.

However, at a certain moment, these branches and leaves suddenly stopped.

Several of the branches and leaves quickly flung forward, entangled the dead monster's body, tightened it, and slowly dragged it back until it disappeared.

Also disappearing are the crows in the sky.

When Dick saw this scene outside the Black Forest, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.