Chapter 587

In Marvel, the System Works for a Living.

Bang!

Bang!

Garm moved fast and dodged both shots.

By then, Garm was right in front of him.

He swung a claw at Geralt.

Geralt hurriedly raised the Demon Hunter Gun to block.

A tremendous force struck him.

Then he went flying.

Bang!

Geralt spun twice in the air and landed facedown.

He did not move.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Huff, huff...

Geralt gulped down air like a man who had nearly suffocated, his chest heaving. Bracing himself on both hands, he rolled over.

Like a beached fish?

At a time like this, Geralt actually wanted to laugh. He glanced aside. The Demon Hunter Gun had been flung far away.

Forget it. The bullets lodged in Garm's muscles had already been pushed out, without leaving a mark. The Demon Hunter Gun lacked the power to do much to him.

He looked down.

Three bloody gashes crossed his chest, their edges peeled back.

Fortunately, he had blocked with the Demon Hunter Gun at the last moment. Otherwise, his belly would have been torn open.

First came pain, then numbness.

Poison!

"Hiss!"

He sucked in a sharp breath, making his tiny contribution to global warming.

"You've really pissed me off."

Geralt staggered to his feet and tore off his ruined shirt, exposing lean, well-defined muscles.

He dipped a finger in his blood.

Then sucked it clean.

"Blood as the catalyst. Forbidden Spellmark."

"Ten percent..."

"Release!"

As the words left his mouth,

dense cyan tattoos appeared across Geralt's body, and his pupils changed from bright blue to vivid yellow.

His pupils suddenly dilated.

Then narrowed into vertical slits.

Black vapor rose from the wounds on his chest. Flesh shifted, pink new tissue grew, and within seconds, the wounds had healed.

It was quite