Kelsen felt his palms were sweating. Although he had fought against these inquisitors of the Holy Fire Order several times, he had almost never faced them head-on with his own strength. The opponent has obviously done some research on himself. How can the second ring beat the fourth ring when the immediate death method is guarded against?
How can I fight this? I can’t fight. I don’t have the strength!
Fortunately, the battle between a spellcaster and a believer is not as overwhelming as the melee battle between extraordinary beings. Kelsen took out a noose soaked in the blood of the unjust dead from his inner pocket as a spellcasting material, and knelt down half-kneeling on the ground with one hand. Start chanting the mantra.
Two green and transparent chains suddenly appeared from the ground, entangled Geralt's arms, and then tightened them to restrain him in place.
Geralt's face was like cast iron, and his whole body was even more metallic. Even the illusory chains made a creaking sound when they were pulled. With a crisp scattering sound, the green chains collapsed.
Chain of Resentment, this is already the strongest control technique Kelsen can produce at present. It takes more than three years to prepare the casting materials alone. But facing the gap between the two levels, it only delayed the opponent for a few seconds.
Fortunately, these few seconds are enough in a life-and-death battle.
The brown hair was like a shadow, coming from the side like a shuttle. William seized the opportunity when the opponent just broke free from the restraints, stepped on the ground and waved his claws upward. The werewolf's powerful physical strength was revealed at this moment, and Geralt was blown away like a cannonball and hit the cellar wall.
"Finish it and call it a day?" Kelsen stood up and patted his hem.
William moved his sharp finger claws, and with such a full blow, even steel would be torn apart, but the blow just now made his palm numb: "I'm afraid not, he is as hard as a tortoise with an iron shell."
While the two were talking, Geralt had stood up again. He held the sword in his backhand and casually dusted himself off:
"That's it?"
Kelsen ignored the opponent's provocation: "I'll cover you, you take the main attack, and we'll win if we wait until the game is over to deal with the Inquisitors outside."
William nodded, the muscles on his body began to bulge, and his figure changed from slender to strong. He put his hands and feet on the ground and rushed out in an instant. In the relatively spacious cellar, he suddenly attacked Geralt.
At the same time, Kelsen also began to chant spells quickly. His spells were not enough to hurt Geralt, but they were enough to create some flaws. The soul arrows began to attack the opponent in an arc, accompanied by highly poisonous bone spears, which could be said to show the essence of the fast and slow knives.
Geralt's counterattack was simple, with flawless sword skills and indestructible protection.
With a precise starting position, he opened the wolf's claws and struck the wolf's head at the same time, and then connected with a stabbing blow to push William back. Geralt then resisted two bone spears, used the impact to avoid the subsequent soul arrows, and then gathered a holy fire spear with his backhand and threw it at Kelsen.
Kelsen was unable to dodge and was stabbed in the thigh by the light spear. Although he had resistance to the holy magic and was insensitive to pain, the damage to his physical structure still caused him to fall to the ground.
"You are a beast full of flaws, relying on instinct to fight, and a necromancer who is not good at learning. I still think highly of you." Geralt shook his head and looked at William: "That's it, how do you protect the aliens you adopted? ?”
William's head was cut with a huge gash, and his fur was stained with blood. The punishment power of the holy fire was preventing his super-speed healing power. Geralt's words stimulated him, and he roared angrily, forcibly healing the wounds on his head and chest, and stepped forward again.
But without Kelsen's long-range cover, Geralt pursued without any worries. The two swords slashed like a wave, using the body as a shield. Who else could stop such an offensive? William was soon cut to pieces with blood all over his body, and several wounds so deep that his bones were visible made him no longer able to stand up.
"It's over." Geralt stood in front of William. He only needed to chop off the head with his sword to completely kill the werewolf in front of him.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Geralt saw Kelsen standing up in the distance. His heart skipped a beat and he immediately jumped back two steps.
Then he felt funny about his actions. This dead plague doctor was not as powerful as the rumors. At best, it was only at the level of a second-level spell. Guard against the attack of the fallen fragments, the other party is not worth mentioning at all, what do you have to be afraid of?
"Ah, it seems it's over." Kelsen moved his leg that had just been repaired with the flesh and blood technique, and then clapped to Geralt.
"You are very calm about your death, Doctor Epidemic, but your strength makes this calmness ridiculous." Geralt taunted: "Repent."
Kelsen stopped clapping and froze on the spot. Just when Geralt thought the other party was thinking about how to beg for mercy, Kelsen suddenly let out a helpless chuckle:
"You seem to have misunderstood something, I mean you are over."
Geralt frowned, not understanding what crazy talk Kelsen was talking about, but it didn't matter, he already had a chance to win.
To his surprise, as a warlock, Kelsen actually approached before him.
Geralt also felt a little amused: "You didn't run away, but came towards me instead?"
"If I don't get close, how can I beat you up?" Kelsen continued to move forward slowly.
"Then get closer." Geralt held the long sword in his hand and walked towards Kelsen.
The two gradually got closer, and the moment they faced each other, Kelsen was the first to punch, punching Geralt in the face.
According to Kelsen's body transformation, the power of this blow is indeed close to the level of the third ring. Geralt grinned, but what's the use? William, who is completely transformed into a beast, has a power close to the fifth ring, and still can't break it. own defense.
Then he was beaten out.
Geralt quickly turned over and sat up, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his brain fell into dizziness due to the sudden shock. It would be better to say that he did not faint immediately because of his strong body made through years of hard work.
So, what's going on?
"The power of the Holy Steel Church is firmness, which can use the sacred magic to strengthen the physical strength. The magic is the pure steel of the heart. After use, the spirit is solidified and the body's defense is greatly improved." Kelsen pressed his fingers with one hand and moved toward Geralt, whose pupils were shaking, walked over and said, "But, all of this is based on your ability to use the sacred magic essence."
At this moment, Geralt noticed the situation around him. At some point, a reddish mist had filled the cellar, and the thin air below made his breathing become rapid. He inhaled too much mist, and his body was filled with blood. The sacred magic essence can no longer be used.
The only thing that can purify the corrosive state is the Holy Fire Cloth, which fell into the magical cooling when it was first switched to the Heart of Clear Steel. Coupled with the excessive amount of evil toxins, even if there is no cooling, there is no holy magic accumulation to use as a wedge. .
"It's that evil thing!" Geralt said through gritted teeth. He had indeed read the information on the crusade against the Outer God's Familiars, but his focus was on the two holy heretics and the Familiars themselves, and the red mist mentioned in the report was not mentioned in one stroke. He didn't take it to heart: "If I hadn't been careless..."
Kelsen flew up and kicked Geralt in the face. He kicked him away and at the same time lifted up the Archangel of Drowning who had already accumulated spells:
"But you are just careless, so just die."
