From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

On the other hand, Lane, how could he really kill Geron Molu. He had already been mentally prepared, and while running, he gritted his teeth and pulled out [Moon Dust], directly letting this alchemy bomb detonate in his palm!

Silver dust wrapped Lan En in an instant, and green phosphorous fire ignited in the void around Lan En at the same time. As soon as the demon spirit appeared, it was covered in silver dust and lost the ability to blur.

——It's time to meet short soldiers.

Just to try out a new skill.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lan just had such an idea, as if awakening the skill sleeping in the muscles, the body naturally began to swing, and the footsteps naturally began to rotate.

It is as light as a butterfly wearing flowers, as nimble as a treetop civet, as ferocious as a chasing leopard.

[Whirling Sword Dance]!

Lann had initially learned the sword dance mastered by the witcher through his own imitation and Geralt's instruction. It is an advanced skill that can be used for more than one dozen, but it also has disadvantages: one is that the fast slash in the sword dance is too fast, resulting in a smaller force than the usual charged strike, and Lann's sword dance slash is almost unbreakable. Armor, can only be used to create a counterattack space in the siege or bully unarmored enemies like water ghosts;

The second is that this kind of movement of dancing the body like a big windmill is accompanied by a strong inertia. The flaws are so big that it is impossible to send and receive freely, and there will be a period of stiffness after the movement is over. Just like before Lann clearly faced the three water ghosts in mid-air, he took two turns to attack them all, and he took an extra turn to relieve his force, all because of this.

But now, the skill [Whirling Sword Dance] brought about by the blessing of the system has a completely different effect.

Lan felt that he could start in any force posture and stop in any force posture. Every blow in the rotation was a full blow force, and he could freely use the blade to cut, the sword point to stab, Attack any corner around you with a sword spine shot!

At this moment, in the face of the enemy's attack, Lann deftly blocked the weapon wielded by the demon spirit, and while spinning, lowered his head and dodged the opponent's sharp claws, and then——

A storm of sword blades blew up around him!

Stabbing, chopping, hanging, cutting, sweeping, and different sword moves were swung heartily and vividly by Lann. The silver long sword frantically passed through the body of the demon spirit, Thomas Molu I can't count how many swords I got hit in that breath just now!

Even without the evil spirit oil specially used by demon hunters to restrain spirit bodies, such a high frequency of silver sword attacks alone is enough to cause huge damage to the demon spirit's body!

The wounds that seemed to be spots of light kept flickering on the demon spirit's body, and his originally solid figure became illusory and drifting away, as if he was about to drift away, and his limbs also began to ignite with green phosphorous fire.

Almost done!

At this time, Lan En also felt that his physical strength was constantly dissipating like a reservoir that opened the gate. [Whirling Sword Dance], as a skill in the game, was originally driven by the unique adrenaline and vitality of the demon hunter.

And the skill system on his body has been mutated and can be driven by all energy including magic power. But whether it's vitality, energy or magic power, I don't have it.

So [Whirling Sword Dance] consumes only the most basic thing - stamina.

tired! With just a dozen sword moves, Lane felt as if he had fought Geralt all afternoon, and his arms seemed to be filled with lead.

But you must not fall down now, can being tired be more terrible than death?

Lan En's eyes widened, and the blue pupils and the demon spirit's oil-green eye sockets stared fiercely.

I'd like to see which of us can't hold on first!

The storm blown by the silver sword never stopped, the demon spirit trapped in it was swayed left and right by the offensive and had no power to fight back, and the green fire on his body was burning more and more, and it was about to completely ignite itself!

Finally, as if the demon spirit had made some important desperate decision, he suddenly opened his hands and allowed the attack to open wide.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible wave appeared on his body, and the green fire on his body burned more intensely. This move seemed to sacrifice part of his body.

The cat head badge on Lane's chest vibrated wildly.

What? ! Lan En's pupils shrank, this demon spirit can still use magic, could it be that his judgment was wrong, is the special demon spirit transformed by this sorcerer really so powerful?

Lan En's judgment is correct. The demon spirit really needs to rely on its own body to cast magic freely, and now it is impossible to realize it because of Lan En.

But it was a hundred-year-old warlock after all, and after becoming a special demon spirit through amazing obsession, it still retains a magic that fits with the body of the demon spirit——

Portal

The deep darkness stretched open a door framed with shining blue sparks, swallowing Lane and Thomas Molu together at once.

After a short period of dizziness, there was a sense of weightlessness. After a while of free fall, Lan fell hard to the ground. Part of the armor that was in contact with the ground was deformed under the violent impact. The body and bones seemed to be moaning, and the tearing and pain constantly stimulated Lan's nerves.

"Lan!"

One hand pulled Lan En up, who was sore from the fall. Lan opened his eyes and saw that it was a white-haired demon hunter in black armor with his back facing him with a sword, guarding against the green flames in mid-air. demon spirit.

Geralt, why is he here?

Or, where are you?

Lan looked around and found that there were more than a dozen portals in all directions, and he returned to the hall full of gargoyles before.

What does Thomas Molu mean? Although there is only one Geralt in the hall, doesn't he know that the demon hunter is much more professional than himself in fighting demon spirits? Could it be that he was slashed by his own sword dance and panicked?

Geralt asked without looking back, "Is the injury serious?"

Lann coughed twice, his body staggered, he felt a slight smell of blood spreading from his mouth, and there were different degrees of pain alarms all over his body.

"You can still fight, and the opponent is much more injured than me."

"What's the matter?" Geralt asked solemnly after confirming that Lann could stand up, "Why did you fall out with a demon spirit? This is not an ordinary demon spirit, ordinary demon spirits cannot be burned Half of the body is still alive, and it is impossible for ordinary demon spirits to open the portal."

"He is Thomas Molu." Lan tried to move his hands and feet, relaxing his muscles as much as possible, and asked Geralt, "Do you have any anti-devil gold bombs, give me one, I have used up all of them." .”

Geralt handed a bomb back without looking back, and asked, "What do you mean he is Thomas Molu?"

Lan En grinned and replied: "He wanted to turn himself into the son of a demon hunter and back again. He didn't do it when he was alive, but he became a demon spirit after he died. He could still possess the body of a demon spirit before. My previous body was chopped into pieces by me using magic."

Geralt narrowed his eyes. "That doesn't sound like a good story. A spirit with special powers is not easy—wait a minute, what's he doing!"

Hearing Geralt's exclamation, Lan couldn't help but look at the demon spirit floating in mid-air with him.

After teleporting here with Lan En, the demon spirit didn't seem to stop casting spells. The green flames on his body burned more and more intensely, and finally turned all the parts below his chest into ashes before he could stop. There were still fragmentary flames burning slowly, which were the injuries caused to him by Lane.

While burning his body, the demon hunter's badge told his master that the magic fluctuations around him were getting stronger and stronger. Correspondingly, all the portals in the hall burst into light at the same time.

A chill rushed from the soles of Lan's feet to the top of his head, and he felt a big hand grabbing his heart.

Suddenly, Lan saw the druid being thrown out from the portal facing Lan.

At this time, he was carrying a long stick upside down and his body was covered with injuries; behind him was Sward, whose armor was broken and deformed; behind him was a stone giant with a head as tall as three people and wrapped in branches and vines. Golem!

Golems are magically brought to life, unthinking, and obey their creator's commands without question. Compared with the gargoyles encountered before, its behavior is more rigid, but its strength is far beyond.

The druid roared, and the vines on the golem burst into green light and began to grow, wrapping the big man in place.

"Great, Lannister, Geralt, come and get this thing with me..." Before he finished speaking, the druid's expression of joy at seeing his companion froze on his face, and gradually transformed into frightened.

Just because those portals, after a second of silence as if they were accumulating power, all began to spit out various figures:

A heavily armored expedition soldier was thrown out from the portal on the right, with three water ghosts hanging from his body, and a large group of them were chasing after him;

The portal on the left keeps throwing out ghouls that look like skinned children, still chewing something in their mouths;

Five or six gargoyles, covered in blood, were thrown out from the portal behind, shouting "destroy the intruders";

There were also huge centipedes thrown out of the portal, mostly gray and a few white, one of them wrapped around a soldier like a python, and gnawed off his head in front of Lann;

Five deformed humans fell out of the portals on the second floor, each of them had deformed mutations: some had left arms that were four or five times thicker than their right arms, some had melted skin that seemed to be pitted, and some had fingers that had melted. The toes have different degrees of adhesion like a meat pestle. And they all have one thing in common - amber cat eyes.

The hall, which can accommodate forty or fifty people, was filled to the brim in an instant.

They include guardians created by warlocks to guard the relics, ogre monsters that have been captured or raised by warlocks for hundreds of years to extract experimental materials, and experimental products that survived the failure of warlock mutations.