Chapter 203: Slaughtering the Military Camp and Powerful Skill Specialty

There were indeed 150 people in the army outside Fetterbo city. Looking from a distance, in the simple wooden military camp surrounded by more than 20 tents, there were watchtowers, training grounds, and no wooden walls.

It was the meal time of the night. With Geralt's vision, he could clearly see the cooking smoke when the soldiers were cooking, and it was in the center of the military camp, obviously replenishing physical strength for the night's action in advance.

But these guys didn't know that before they picked up the butcher knife to hurt innocent civilians, a sharper butcher knife was about to fall on them.

After a simple discussion, the matter of saving refugees was left to the sorceress. It happened to see how the system's point rules were judged. His task tonight was to completely defeat this army.

After finding a suitable location, Geralt didn't launch an attack immediately. He was like going to execute a witcher commission, took out five potions from the space bracelet, namely Swallow, Tawny Owl, Wolf, Thunderbolt, and Maribor Forest, all of which were magic potions that could enhance combat effectiveness.

Last time when attacking those mobs in the town, because the time was urgent and the enemy's strength was not strong, he forgot to take medicine, which led to not being happy enough to kill.

This time, to single-handedly challenge a military camp, he needed to maintain his full state to have full confidence.

However, after drinking five potions in a row, Geralt suddenly found that his mutation level had reached the critical point of the ninth level's full proficiency, and only a little bit of proficiency was needed to break through the ninth level, enter the tenth level, and open new skill specialties.

However, with his current poison resistance, taking five magic potions in a row was already his limit. Taking another bottle of medicine would not only fail to enhance combat effectiveness but might drag his feet.

However, facing this kind of situation where he was about to open a big prize and was about to get rich, but had to postpone it, how could anyone endure it.

Geralt was the same.

He gritted his teeth and selected from his witcher potions the one with the least toxicity, a Plover potion that could slowly increase the rate of mana recovery. This was also a potion that stimulated the mutated organs in the body to increase chaos magic; its effect was significantly weaker than the Tawny Owl, but by the same token, its toxicity was also relatively lower.

After drinking the Plover potion in one gulp, the mutated organs inside Wayne's body protested as expected, causing him to feel a soreness throughout his body as if he had been electrocuted. Fortunately, the toxicity of this potion was not strong; although it made Wayne's body feel slightly uncomfortable, it did not cause any major impact.

And his efforts were not in vain. After drinking the potion, the mutation level finally broke through the ninth level and entered the tenth level.

Mutation LV10: Magic recovery speed +100%, poison resistance +10.

Mutation Strengthening: Under the stimulation of Chaos Magic and magic potions, your body has adapted to the laws of mutation, and you can better strengthen your body during the mutation process. You have found a shortcut to evolution. Effect: Every time you level up, add two random attribute points, increase physical recovery speed +200%.

Aberration Strengthening: Under the stimulation of Chaos Magic and magic potions, your body has adapted to the laws of mutation, and in the process of this mutation, you have found a special route that can allow your body to obtain unparalleled strengthening in a short period of time, and the price is to cause certain damage to the body temporarily. Effect: After entering the aberration state, all attributes increase by 300%, physical recovery speed increases by 3000%, and after use, you will be weak for half a month. Every ten minutes of aberration, the weakness time increases by one day. During the weakness period, attributes are reduced.

The tenth-level skill specialty really didn't disappoint Geralt. Both Aberration Strengthening and Aberration Strengthening were very powerful.

The former can increase his potential, make his basic attributes stronger, and increase a lot of physical recovery speed.

And the latter is even more powerful to the point of exaggeration. After entering the aberration state, all attributes increase by three times, and the physical recovery speed increases by thirty times. Based on his current physical attributes that are five or six times that of ordinary people, once he enters the aberration state, he is simply an immortal little superman. I am afraid that even if his limbs are regenerated and his heart is exploded, he can recover quickly, simply like directly turning into a monster.

The only pity is that this is a strengthening with a price, and the price is not small. The weakness period of half a month is quite long. If it breaks out for an hour, it will be weak for twenty days or so, and it cannot be used as a conventional means at all. It can only be a trump card for saving lives.

And facing the choice of these two skill specialties, Geralt didn't have any hesitation and chose Aberration Strengthening.

Although the former can increase his potential and make his basic attributes stronger, the latter is a powerful ability that can save lives and even turn the tables in a situation where the enemy is strong and I am weak. How can he give it up?

After choosing the skill specialty, Geralt smacked his lips somewhat unfulfilled, and suddenly felt that the 150 soldiers not far away were no longer interesting.

He looked at his attribute points, strength 42, agility 36, physique 34, spirit 36, adding up to a total of 148 points, not many, but not few.

Although he also wanted to test the power of the aberration ability, he felt that it was too wasteful to use it to deal with these soldiers.

Geralt sighed with some pity. After the magic potion was completely digested, he stood up, stimulated the magic in his body, and directly triggered the sixth-circle spell on the space bracelet. Thundercloud lightning descended on the top of the military camp where they were eating from a distance of hundreds of meters.

At this time, the person in charge of this military camp was a noble knight named Witt. He was originally sitting by the fire, drinking while roasting fire, enjoying the roast meat prepared by the attendant, and thinking about how to tease those stupid non-human race bastards when he went to execute the slaughter order later.

For example, how to play with his wife in front of a husband, how to abuse his daughter in front of a father, how to kill his relatives in front of a child.

Just when he was imagining the happy scene soon, and drinking a mouthful of red wine with a wretched expression, the attendant who was roasting meat suddenly pointed to the sky in horror and shouted:

"My lord, Lord Witt, look at our heads, what is that?"

Interrupted by the noisy voice of the attendant, Witt kicked him impatiently, and then opened his eyes slowly.

I saw that at dusk, the originally dim yellow sky had been shrouded in a dark cloud at some point, and a large amount of lightning flashing with dazzling light was constantly rolling in the dark cloud.

When Witt widened his eyes and was thinking about why this happened.

Countless lightning bolts thicker than arms slashed down straight from the dark clouds in the sky.

These lightning bolts contained extremely powerful energy. If they hit a soldier, they would burn them and their iron armor black, and if they hit a tent, they would be like a layer of fuel, quickly igniting the entire tent. Even if they hit the wooden fence, they would directly split the thick logs and explode. But the most terrible thing is that it rained a little in the morning outside Fetterbo city, and now the ground is still moist, leaving large and small puddles, even in the military camp.

When those lightning bolts that did not hit soldiers and tents hit the ground, they were like water droplets splashed on the ground, electric light surged, and the dazzling lightning immediately extended to the bodies of nearby soldiers. They were like human lightning rods, sucking those stray lightning into their bodies.

In an instant, the entire military camp was filled with wailing sounds of being electrocuted, the sound of tents burning, and the sound of buildings collapsing.

The sixth-circle spell, Thundercloud Storm, took a total of two minutes from brewing to ending. When the long officer of this military camp, Knight Witt, climbed up from the ground.

He found that everything in front of him had turned upside down, and his ears were full of terrified calls and painful wailing, and what came into his eyes were burning flames and charred corpses all over the ground.

In the entire camp, 150 soldiers, about one-third of them, died in the lightning storm just now. The iron armor worn on their bodies to defend against enemy attacks became the best bait to attract lightning.

Just when he cheered up, boosted morale, and roared to gather the remaining soldiers, and was about to escape from the gate of the military camp.

Suddenly, he saw from a distance, on the hillside a hundred meters away, a silver-haired man who was over two meters tall, strong as a bear, wearing a hard and heavy black knight armor, was rushing toward their military camp at an unstoppable speed.

Even though the man was wearing metal armor that looked very heavy, the speed of less than ten seconds in a hundred meters made this Knight Witt only have time to shout "Enemy attack" before he hit the attack of the silver-haired man head-on.

Like a galloping train, it hit the meat shield made of flesh and blood. The three soldiers standing at the front were directly hit by Geralt's powerful strength and flew backward. The iron armor on their chests was all sunken and broken, piercing into their chests. The sound of broken bones and their wailing sounded instantly. Their bodies hit the crowd behind them like cannonballs, crushing more soldiers.

And after stopping the charge, Geralt didn't care about his shoulders that were hit and sore. The Oath of Victory Sword in his hand, with the help of the impact, slashed downward fiercely. The sharp blade directly split the Knight Witt behind the three soldiers, together with his armor, into two halves.

The battlefield seemed to stop for a moment.

Sword energy mixed with plasma and broken meat directly splashed toward the soldiers behind the corpse, dyeing their faces, bodies, and companions into a piece of blood red.

This cruel scene directly scared the soldiers around, making them fall to the ground, smearing the broken meat and blood on their faces, and crawling away from the corpse on the ground.

And after a hit, Geralt didn't stop at all. The battlefield pays attention to doing it in one go and following the trend. If the momentum is interrupted and the enemy cannot be defeated at once, it will fall into a war of attrition.

He stared at the soldiers who had been scared by the thundercloud storm with cold and fierce eyes, took back the Oath of Victory Sword, held the hilt with both hands, held it horizontally at his waist, and a large amount of Chaos Magic poured into the sword body along the hilt. The originally blood-red treasure sword seemed to have received some order, and immediately radiated dazzling magic light under the stimulation of magic.

Those soldiers at the gate of the military camp, some were scared stupid, some were suspicious, and some were encouraged by the blood courage in their hearts, trying to call their companions to attack Geralt together.

However, Geralt's speed was too fast. In less than five seconds, after he beheaded the long officer Witt in the military camp, he immediately took back the treasure sword and activated the ability hidden in the Oath of Victory Sword.

"Go to hell! Scums!"

Accompanied by Geralt's deafening roar, the Oath of Victory Sword, which was originally about 1.3 meters, immediately changed into a huge light sword with a length of about 10 meters under the blessing of magic light.

A bright light that seemed to break through the night suddenly appeared. With the swing of Geralt's hands, the huge sword light slashed horizontally quickly. Anything blocking in front of the sword light, whether it was a military camp gate built of wood, a stone on the ground, or a soldier wearing iron armor, was all split into two and cut off at the waist in this dazzling sword light.

Centered on Geralt, within a semicircle of more than ten meters in front of him, all enemies died instantly, cut off at the waist, and at least twenty or thirty soldiers died under this dazzling sword light.

And after the sword light of the Oath of Victory Sword went out, Geralt, who had instantly killed dozens of people, had no mercy at all. His right hand waved lightly, and it was immediately one into seven, opening the Mirror Image spell. Seven powerful mirror clones, also holding giant swords, appeared around his body.

Geralt's eyes were cold, looking at the soldiers who had been scared by his continuous slaughter, and said to his clones: "I will guard the gate, you go in to fight, leave one or two living mouths, and kill everyone else."

After speaking, the red giant sword in his hand turned into a red light, and instantly beheaded another soldier who wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

And those mirror clones who received Geralt's order were also magic creations without any mercy. Following his order, they all turned into the most ruthless and terrifying killing machines, unfolding a cold-blooded slaughter in this military camp.

Blood, flames, broken limbs, charred corpses, accompanied by begging and painful wailing, in less than ten minutes, there were only two remaining living mouths left in this small military camp.

They were carried to Geralt like chickens by the mirror clones and thrown into the mud pool mixed with corpses and blood.

Looking at these two young soldiers who were not very old, with fear in their eyes, and almost scared to faint, Geralt's expression was cold, and his voice was more like cold ice, making them unable to help but shiver.

"Leaving you two is just to leave a message."

"Tell your long officer, the person who killed these soldiers is me, Dante!"

"A mercenary who specializes in killing villains and managing injustice."

"In the future, I will often appear in the Kingdom of Kaedwen, whether it is nobles, soldiers, or civilians, even your King Henselt."

"Any scum who does evil and hurts innocent people, I will use my sword and my magic to turn them into cold corpses."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 204 =====