Chapter 149: The Fighting Style of the Rich

Looking at the Drowners in the temple hall who seemed to have been polluted by the power of the evil god, Vesemir's expression was grave, and he shouted to the crowd:

"The power of the evil god is very strong; these fish-men have all been polluted by the evil god's power. Everyone, be careful, the enemy is about to attack."

Geralt's face was also grave. These Drowners had all become so bizarre, which was clearly very abnormal. The power of an evil god was not so easy to bear. It was estimated that even if they didn't die under the witchers' swords, they would later become sacrifices to the evil god because they couldn't withstand this power.

I'm afraid that what they were about to face was definitely a difficult battle. Looking at the size of these monsters, their combat power had clearly increased by several levels.

If the two sides were to clash recklessly like before, the six witchers in the front row alone would definitely not be able to protect the safety of the sorceresses.

Fortunately, Geralt had already anticipated such a situation where the number of enemies and their own was disparate. He shouted directly to Vesemir and the others: "Act according to the plan, don't save anything for me, safety first."

And with Geralt's shout, the evil god's avatar standing at the very back of the Drowners seemed to have received a signal. It immediately let out a terrifying whisper that sounded like a murmur, and an invisible force centered on it erupted within the temple.

Upon hearing this sound, everyone, including Geralt, all the witchers and sorceresses felt as if their brains had been hit by some kind of mental power.

It was as if a powerful gravitational force was trying to pull their souls out of their bodies. Accompanied by severe pain and a blurring of consciousness, everyone lost control of their bodies.

And those Drowner priests who were waving their staves all stopped their movements at the same time, then exploded into clusters of blood mist, carrying the final power of the evil god, turning into countless blood-red energy streams that burrowed into the bodies of the Drowner warriors in front.

Those Drowners seemed to have been injected with even more powerful strength, their bodies began to swell even larger, and more violent power surged out from within them.

Suddenly, Triss, who was at the back of the crowd, let out a scream.

She was maintaining the operation of the underwater barrier at the time, and was suddenly disturbed by the evil god's mental power. Not only were her soul and consciousness impacted by the evil god, but her body also couldn't control the chaos magic within her.

The underwater barrier she had worked so hard to maintain underwent a huge disturbance, and the change in the barrier triggered a backlash of the magic within her, causing Triss's face to suddenly turn extremely pale, and she fell backward, foaming at the mouth.

And with Triss's fall, the underwater barrier surrounding the crowd immediately tightened, and millions of tons of lake water, as if having found a vent, pressed toward the crowd.

Just at this moment, a sacred energy suddenly erupted from the center of Geralt's forehead, not only driving the evil god's mental power out of his brain and restoring his consciousness, but also forming a short and beautiful melody around him, which burrowed into the ears of everyone around.

Geralt could tell that the voice humming this melody was none other than the Lady of the Lake.

However, at this moment, he had no time to think about other things. Facing the lake water pressing toward them from all directions, Geralt made a decision instantly.

He formed a seal with both hands, instantly depicting the posture of the Quen Sign, mobilized all the magic in his body, and pushed hard toward the top of his head.

A huge Quen shield covering a diameter of about ten meters appeared above his head, protecting him and the other three sorceresses and witcher brothers inside.

Compared to the underwater barrier of the sorceresses before, the area the Quen shield could protect was more than ten times smaller. This was not because the difference in magic between Geralt and the sorceresses was that large.

It was mainly because the Quen shield was only a cantrip-level spell, without even a basic incantation, and couldn't even be called a spell. If it weren't for the fact that Geralt had learned a lot of magic knowledge during this period, he wouldn't even have been able to strengthen the intensity of the Quen shield through hand-casting.

And the underwater barrier was improved according to special magical laws corresponding to the underwater situation. The two had no comparability in the use of chaos magic.

In order to maintain this Quen shield, all the chaos magic in Geralt's body began to be input into his hands without regard for consumption. The violent magic even tore several cracks in the skin of his hands.

Unfortunately, even so, facing the surging lake water, Geralt's power was still quite small. He only felt an unimaginable giant force in an instant, and the Quen shield he maintained made a sound like solid shattering. The entire semi-circular shield seemed to be compressed several times over, and the speed of chaos magic consumption was unimaginable.

It was as if all the aberrant organs in his body began to burn, and a thick smell of blood surged into his throat and nasal cavity, making him unable to help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Fortunately, he had already become a Source; if it were his previous body, I'm afraid that at the moment the lake water collided with the Quen shield, he would have been blown away directly and rolled into the lake water.

This was the first time Geralt had felt injured since he crossed over, and the injury was not light. His whole body began to ache violently, the aberrant organs in his body were overloaded, and under the pressure of the lake water, he even felt his bones begin to rattle, as if a giant force had gripped his body, trying to squeeze him into meat paste.

But even with such pain, for the safety of the companions around him, he still had to insist. For this operation, everyone around him had come at his request, and he had the responsibility to protect everyone. He didn't want anyone to suffer permanent injury in this mission.

Fortunately, the blessing given by the Lady of the Lake was quite powerful. Under that beautiful melody, everyone broke free from the evil god's mental impact one after another.

Triss had already lost her combat effectiveness due to magic backlash and had fallen into a coma. Keira hadn't recovered from the evil god's mental impact. Among the sorceresses, only Yennefer was the first to wake up.

Seeing Geralt's miserable state, she said nothing, immediately gritted her teeth, endured the pain in her body, and began to cast spells again, constructing a new underwater barrier.

The other witchers also woke up from their trance state one after another, and at the same time saw Geralt maintaining the Quen shield with a painful and ferocious face, clearly exhausted to the extreme.

Unfortunately, they could only be anxious. Their shallow magic knowledge meant they had no way to help Geralt or Yennefer change the current situation. Fortunately, Yennefer was an extremely talented sorceress. Even in such a dangerous situation, she didn't make mistakes in her haste, but restored the underwater barrier at the fastest speed, pushed the surging lake water out again, and relieved the crisis above everyone's heads.

The pressure on Geralt's body suddenly eased, and greater pain all over his body followed. However, he didn't care about the injuries on his body, but shouted loudly to the crowd:

"Keira, pay attention to the defensive barrier."

"Others, according to the original plan, prepare the North Wind bombs, and carry out saturation bombing."

Keira heard this, although her head was still a bit confused, she subconsciously began to chant spells, preparing to construct a hard defensive shield in front of everyone.

And the other witchers also stabilized their minds one after another, reached out and took out the prepared North Wind bombs from their waist bags, turned on the switches, and entered the stage of being ready to be triggered at any time.

Yes, perhaps other alchemy bombs couldn't be used in an underwater environment, but if North Wind bombs, which rely on the power of ice to freeze enemies, were used in such an underwater environment, not only would their power not decrease, but because of their special functions, they would cause even more damage.

And just as Geralt was feeling the pain brought by the injury in his body, the mutated Drowners on the opposite side had already completed the final mutation and launched a fierce attack on the crowd.

After injecting a large amount of the evil god's power, these Drowners seemed to have completely lost their rationality. Bizarre tentacles grew all over their bodies, their eyes were blood-red, and they all swarmed toward the crowd like flies that had smelled blood.

And such a situation happened to be exactly what everyone wanted. In the gap where these mutated Drowners rushed over, more than a dozen North Wind bombs were thrown out.

The master witchers were all very experienced. These North Wind bombs were all thrown accurately around the mutated Drowners. And after they threw the bombs, the sorceress Keira also immediately completed the spellcasting. After a loud shout, she erected a shield specifically designed to resist cold in front of everyone.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! In just an instant, the extremely cold low temperature spread out with those North Wind bombs as the center, and transmitted in the lake water at an extremely rapid speed.

In less than ten seconds, all the lake water in front of everyone was frozen, and most of the mutated Drowners in the temple were wrapped in huge ice cubes.

Their expressions, their movements, and their bodies were all like statues, unable to move in the ice cubes anymore.

As cold-blooded creatures living underwater, being frozen in ice cubes might not have killed them, but the cold low temperature would soon take away the heat in their bodies, causing their bodies, blood, and even brains to enter a state of sluggish dormancy.

However, not all mutated Drowners were frozen by this wave of North Wind bombs. Some slower Drowners didn't enter the freezing range and escaped a disaster. Driven by the evil god's power, they didn't know what fear was, nor did they know what a brain was. They bypassed their frozen companions one after another, wanting to continue to attack the crowd from other directions.

Unfortunately, they clearly underestimated Geralt's "money ability." When other mutated Drowners bypassed from other directions, Vesemir and others took out some unused North Wind bombs one after another and threw them around them.

As one of the more expensive alchemy bombs, the production cost of each North Wind bomb is about thirty Orens, so don't look at this time of less than ten minutes, nearly a thousand Orens have been thrown out by everyone.

Fortunately, you get what you pay for. The fighting style of the rich is so plain and unadorned. After a thousand Orens were thrown out, almost all the mutated Drowners were frozen in ice cubes.

Although they didn't die completely, at least in a short period of time, these guys couldn't pose a threat to Geralt and the others anymore.

Geralt supported his body with a steel sword, just stood up, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He took out a healing potion obtained from the Druid Elder from his waist bag, took out another intermediate healing potion extracted from the system, and poured two bottles into his mouth, then pointed to the huge evil god avatar that was left as a bare commander, and shouted: "There is no time to delay."

"Kill the evil god avatar first, otherwise no one knows what kind of trouble it will cause."

After speaking, Geralt sensed the remaining blessing power of the Lady of the Lake on his forehead, mobilized his spirit, and stimulated it again.

In an instant, everyone was shrouded in a layer of sacred radiance, allowing them to be immune to the evil god avatar's mental interference for a short time.

George of the Griffin School was the most valiant one. In order to kill the evil god, he was desperate, first took the lead in drinking a bottle of underwater breathing potion, roared, rushed out of the underwater barrier, and swam toward the evil god's position.

And the other brothers of the Wolf School were not to be outdone, following suit, including Vesemir, a total of six witchers. They firmly surrounded the evil god avatar from different directions.

Although fighting underwater is a considerable disadvantage for witchers, six master witchers fighting one monster, let alone an evil god avatar, I am afraid they can even contend with the evil god's true body.

Unfortunately, due to serious injuries, in this last battle, Geralt could only stay in the underwater barrier honestly, watching Keira, who was the only one with spare energy, cooperate with his witcher companions to deal with the final evil god avatar.

And the only thing he could do was to come to the side of Triss, who was also in a coma due to magic backlash, and feed the poor Triss intermediate healing potion mouth-to-mouth.

Only this intermediate healing potion from the Azeroth world does not contain chaos magic, and will not make Triss, who is sensitive to magic, unable to absorb it.

(End of this chapter) ===== CHAPTER 150 =====