Chapter 653

In Marvel, the System Works for Me

At that moment, Geralt actually wanted to laugh. He glanced aside. The Demon Hunter Gun had been flung far away.

Forget it. Garm had already forced out the bullet lodged in his surface muscles, leaving no trace where it had struck. The Demon Hunter Gun lacked the power to do much to him.

Geralt looked down.

Three bloody gashes crossed his chest, their edges split open.

Luckily, he had blocked with the Demon Hunter Gun at the last moment. Otherwise, Garm would have gutted him.

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 away his ruined shirt, exposing lean, well-defined muscles.

He dabbed a little blood with his index finger.

Then sucked it off.

"Blood as the catalyst. Forbidden Spellmark."

"Ten percent..."

"Release!"

The words fell.

Dense teal markings appeared across Geralt's body. His pupils changed from bright blue to vivid yellow.

They suddenly dilated.

Then contracted into vertical slits.

Black vapor rose from the wounds on his chest. His flesh writhed, pink tissue sprouted, and within seconds, the wounds closed.

What a lovely sight.

If the new skin hadn't been so different in color from the surrounding flesh, no one would have known such vicious wounds had ever been there.

"A demon's aura... Ha! You dare steal demonic power? The backlash will be brutal, foolish human!"

Garm was right about one thing.

The Forbidden Spellmark allowed a human body to wield demonic power.

The first price was that demonic power tainted the body, leaving the Winchester Family unable to have children.

They could only carry on the family by adopting them.

It was an equivalent exchange.

Then came