Chapter 293: Mysterious Sorcerers and a Decisive Kill

Among the twelve sorcerers casting spells in the field were Yennefer, Sheala, Sabrina, and Fringilla, whom he had seen from afar in Toussaint.

Just among the future members of the Lodge of Sorceresses, four had been captured here; counting the other stragglers, one could only say that sorceresses were indeed born with a stronger pursuit of power.

Looking at the clothing on Yennefer, it was still the same as when he saw her in the small town, only somewhat disheveled from the battle. It seemed the Corrupted humans, in order to complete their masters' tasks, hadn't yet had time to commit atrocities against the sorceresses.

It wasn't clear how the others were doing, but at least when his good brother Geralt woke up, he would feel a bit better.

Geralt thought this, but he didn't act rashly. Not to mention whether he had the strength to deal with twelve Fallen Sorcerers simultaneously, facing these elite sorcerers eroded by hellish power, who had their own connections and networks in various countries, if he were to kill them all, besides feeling some reluctance in his heart, it was also possible that he would be resented by many afterward, inviting unnecessary grudges.

But if he could save these twelve people, it would be of great help to his future establishment of his own power throughout the North.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Geralt's gaze began to search carefully around the entire rift, trying to find the unlucky soul who had been possessed by the evil god from another world, or rather, whose body had already been occupied by the evil god from another world.

According to the clues he had found earlier, this person was likely a member of the Supreme Council and also the mastermind behind this bounty competition event. Who exactly it was, only members within the Council knew; ordinary sorcerers had no way of knowing.

He searched around the rift for a long time, but unfortunately, besides the twelve Fallen Sorcerers who were casting spells with all their might, he saw no other figures.

Geralt frowned at this. The area of the space rift was so important; could it be that the avatar of that evil god wasn't guarding here?

After scanning the field carefully again and still finding nothing.

Just as he was thinking about whether to change places or go search the surroundings, Geralt suddenly felt a sinister, dark mana surging toward his back, so fast that his body couldn't react in time.

There was no other way; Geralt's thoughts flashed, and he immediately activated his Blink ability. His body vanished instantly, appearing in mid-air seven or eight meters away, and because he had left the range of the Invisibility Cloak, he appeared out of thin air in front of the enemy.

The stone pillar where he had just been was engulfed by a ball of pitch-black flames, burning fiercely.

Because there was no time to calculate the spatial coordinates, he could only choose as open a space as possible to avoid a tragedy caused by a teleportation error.

However, the enemy seemed to have some preparation for his Blink ability. Before he could land from mid-air, another light ball, like a magic missile, had already flown to Geralt's chest at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, feeling that the mana contained in this magic light ball wasn't particularly strong, Geralt felt a chill in his heart and didn't activate the magic shield of the Banshee Veil he had just obtained, instead letting the light ball hit his chest.

Boom—a loud noise.

It was as if he had been hit by a solid cannonball. In an instant, Geralt felt that several of his ribs had broken. Under the influence of the huge force, his body flew backward, crossing a distance of seven or eight meters, and slammed heavily into a stone pillar, sending debris flying.

A mouthful of uncontrollable blood sprayed from his mouth, and at the same time, he saw clearly what the person who had just attacked him looked like.

It was a middle-aged man dressed somewhat like an Indian, wearing a turban, with an ordinary appearance, eyes pitch-black, unable to see the pupils, wheat-colored skin, holding a staff in his hand, floating in mid-air, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Interesting, a little invisible mouse that could actually sneak here."

"Truly seeking death."

"However, your bloodline and the strange powers on you make me a bit interested."

"If you surrender, I can mercifully spare your life, how about it?"

Hearing the mysterious sorcerer's statement, Geralt didn't speak. The protective power bestowed by the Forest Goddess was rapidly repairing his injuries.

He feigned an expression of extreme pain, while his eyes were observing the man who could speak freely and whose face didn't have the blue-black patterns of hellish power erosion.

Unfortunately, he didn't know this person's name, nor could he determine if this person was his target through existing information.

However, in a situation where other sorcerers were controlled and had become like puppets, this peculiar guy in front of him could not only see through his Invisibility Cloak but also use Flight and powerful magic at will; he was clearly no ordinary character. Thinking of this, Geralt decided to gamble.

The commotion just now was too big. Regardless of this person's identity, after killing him, he would find a way to take Yennefer away; subsequent matters could be dealt with later. He couldn't drag things out here for too long.

Thus, a smile appeared on his face, and while secretly activating his Aberration Enhancement ability, he opened his mouth and said: "I am willing to surrender!"

Just as these words were spoken, before the man opposite could react, he activated his Blink ability again, and at the same time, drew his Oath of Victory Sword from his space bracelet, and with a speed exceeding that of an ordinary person, the moment he appeared above the man's head, he delivered a powerful downward slash.

The sword light flashed, followed by the sound of air being split.

Yet this sword strike hit empty air.

In the blink of an eye, the man also used a method similar to teleportation, appearing on the ground five or six meters away.

While waving his staff, he said in a playful voice: "I guessed that you little mouse wouldn't be honest."

"Forget it, I'll kill you first, then torture your soul."

After speaking, his staff pointed at Geralt, and a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky. Geralt, who was in mid-air, had just fallen to the ground from a height of six or seven meters and couldn't dodge in time.

He withstood this bolt of lightning again, enduring the burning and stinging sensation all over his body, and without any pause, exploded with all his strength, even stepping two deep pits into the ground, and like a human cannonball, charged toward this mysterious sorcerer again.

However, in the few seconds it took for Geralt to land, the opponent had already prepared an even more powerful attack spell.

A deep black skull-shaped magic ball, flashing with electric light and half a meter in size, quickly formed in front of the man. With a cruel smile on his lips, he swung his staff directly at Geralt.

This was powerful death magic. Under his strong control, it was enough to melt an elephant directly into blood. If the opponent were still foolish enough to withstand it with their body, there would absolutely be no way to survive.

And even if the opponent wanted to dodge, this spell had tracking capabilities, and the speed was also very fast. Without prior preparation, it was very difficult to dodge.

However, the moment this magic was cast, Geralt's left hand lifted slightly, and the sound of a mechanism flashed and vanished.

The expression on the mysterious sorcerer wearing the turban suddenly froze. A crossbow bolt forged from unknown metal actually passed directly through the death magic he had cast, then instantly pierced the magic shield he had set up around his body, directly penetrating his chest and passing through his back.

This crossbow bolt even interfered with the next spell he was preparing to release the moment it passed through his body, causing a magical backlash effect within him.

And before he could shake off this backlash effect and cast teleportation magic to dodge elsewhere.

The strong man he had just called a little mouse was already charging directly through his skull-shaped death magic, wearing a layer of dark blue shield, and with an exaggerated speed, appeared in front of him instantly.

That gorgeous two-handed greatsword, over a meter long, drew an arc of sword light, and with a strong sound of breaking air, slashed from top to bottom, directly splitting him in two from the center of his body.

In an instant, before Geralt could feel the joy of defeating a powerful enemy, a strong soul fluctuation swept out from the corpse in front of him, like a shockwave, directly knocking him away.

Yet before he could stand up, a stream of extremely powerful dark power suddenly surged from within the mysterious sorcerer who had just been split in two.

At the same time, a voice full of anger and terror erupted from that dark power.

"Damn mortal, you have angered me!"

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 294 =====