Primal Magic Eruption

"But that shouldn't be the case. It's only been half a day. Where could he have put the jade statue?"

"Or perhaps Vilgefortz has some other special moves?"

With that in mind, the Witcher stared at Vilgefortz's face.

Suddenly, it was noticed that although there was only one Instant Trigger Gem left on his dress, the fear and panic on the wizard's face had faded considerably.

His pale gray eyes, in their struggle, revealed a ferocity and malice.

"Does he really have a secret technique?" Ailin was startled.

Without hesitation, he spun around, used the momentum to his advantage, and cleaved through the air to strike.

"Call out!"

As the silver blade drew closer, the emotions emanating from Vilgefortz's gray eyes grew increasingly intense, revealing a madness tinged with extreme sorrow and rage, and these emotions continued to intensify.

The Witcher doesn't even discover these emotions through observation or sight.

Instead, these surging emotions, like a river overflowing its banks, were mostly blocked by the divine wall of the Oterrohp Sign, yet they still directly infected the Witcher.

"Buzz~"

The Wolf Emblem hummed.

The Witcher experienced a moment of disorientation, and seven or eight images—slums littered with excrement and sewage, heavily guarded prisons, lush woodlands—compulsively flashed through his mind.

There were even a few inexplicable moments when he felt as if the night around him had suddenly turned into day, the sweltering summer into the freezing winter, and foul-smelling sewage flowing through the wilderness...

Besides the scenes he had never seen before, there were also many thugs, orphans, Druid, and wizards he had never seen before, who were beating, spitting, lecturing, and fighting.

And the targets of all these negative behaviors are the person in the frame who is viewing the scene.

"This...this is Vilgefortz's memory..."

A flash of inspiration struck Ailin, and he understood immediately.

However, it was inevitable that the impact of these emotions and images would cause his hand movements to pause.

Surprisingly, Vilgefortz dodged the sword with a simple crouch.

But that's not all.

Vilgefortz was not overjoyed at having dodged the attack.

He stared intently at Ailin, his expression twisting into an even more ferocious grimace, instantly transforming from a slightly down-on-his-luck, elegant gentleman into a wounded beast of the wilderness.

The Witcher knew that he was angry because he had seen his memories.

Although the Witcher himself was forcibly implanted with these memories by Vilgefortz.

The surging emotions in his mind directly and undisguisedly conveyed the killing intent of the Demon Source.

Vilgefortz wanted to kill him, urgently, eagerly, impatiently wanted to kill him...

"Buzz!"

The Wolf Emblem buzzed sharply, even leaping out of the collar.

The magic power that had been depleted by Alzure's Lightning Spell was inexplicably replenished.

Wrong!

That's not the same kind of magic!

Ailin gripped the hilt of his sword with a start.

At this moment.

That strange and unknown magic suddenly became even thicker, filling the desolate wilderness like a gray mist.

The pulsating magic squeezed Ailin's temples like iron clamps, buzzing in his ears and making the hairs on his neck stand on end.

Ailin suppressed the panic that surged within him and turned to strike again.

But at that moment, I saw Vilgefortz's eyes again.

What eyes they were!

Green flames burned there, where the contradictory emotions of restraint and mania vaporized and dissipated.

"Call out!"

The sharp silver blade pierced through the unfamiliar magic, rapidly approaching Vilgefortz's neck in his strange state.

"Ah--"

Vilgefortz roared angrily.

moment.

A blinding green light shone across the wilderness.

Before the Witcher's sword could even touch Vilgefortz, he was struck head-on by a powerful force, soaring into the air like an arrow past the still-clattering white horse, and crashing into the weeds like a doll.

"Boom!"

A deafening bang that shattered eardrums followed immediately.

Gravel, mud, weeds, stone walls, and even the white horse's corpse all floated into the air and then crashed down where Ailin had fallen.

However, these objects that were thrown at the target were not very accurate, and very few of them actually hit that spot.

Ailin stood up from the bushes, dodging the charging white horse carcass, and looked toward the center of the battlefield.

Vilgefortz hovered in mid-air inside a green sphere, green flames burning in his pupils.

Around him, rampant magic caused everything to float into the air and swirl around him, as if the laws of gravity had completely failed.

He is a green black hole.

"Primal Magic!"

The Witcher gritted his teeth.

That green sphere wasn't a magical shield. No, perhaps it could be considered a magical shield, but it was a natural manifestation of Primal Magic, protecting the source of magic without any manipulation.

He remembered that in the original story, Ciri's mother, Pavetta, exhibited similar behavior when she awakened.

"But isn't Pavetta of the Elder Blood?"

"Can ordinary magical sources also utilize Primal Magic so recklessly? And what exactly is this damned Primal Magic?"

In a flash, Ailin quickly dodged the stones and debris that were being thrown from the outside.

"Ah--"

Vilgefortz's roar seemed to lash everything and everyone in the wilderness.

"Viggo!"

"Ailin!"

The Sorceress and Vesemir cried out in alarm at the same time, their voices expressing the same worry.

However, they—including the Sorceress —were unable to break through Vilgefortz's indiscriminate Primal Magic attack, and they also had to guard against each other, leaving them helplessly watching from the outside.

Ailin could neither advance nor retreat, otherwise he dared not imagine what kind of big trouble would occur if the demonic source in this state seized the opportunity to chant a spell.

"I'm fine, Viser..."

Hidden among the weeds, the Witcher had just said "I'm safe" to the Witcher Master not to worry.

Before he could finish speaking, his azure eyes met a pair of emerald-like eyes.

A chill instantly seeped from the tailbone directly into the scalp.

The Witcher quickly channeled his magic, crossing his hands to form the Oterrohp Sign.

Before the pale purple transparent sphere could fully form, Ailin felt his body lighten, suddenly lifted three meters off the ground, and the world seemed to turn upside down.

Spinning, it was drawn into the blinding green vortex at the center of the Primal Magic.

"Ailin ..." Vesemir cried out in fear, but was quickly interrupted by another explosion.

Although the Sorceress was worried about Vilgefortz and couldn't understand why he would unleash the uncontrollable talent that every magical being is born with but is extremely averse to, she seized the opportunity and blasted Vesemir away with a fireball.

"Could it be that Vigor lost his battle with that young witcher?"

The Sorceress could hardly suppress the emptiness and panic that welled up inside her.

However, she quickly restrained her emotions, after all, Vilgefortz seemed to be in the upper hand at the moment.

With a gritted teeth.

The Sorceress watched as Vesemir was blasted into the air by the fireball and began chanting a mysterious, rapid incantation.

Listen, it sounds exactly like the magic that just resounded throughout the wilderness.

That's Alzure's Lightning Spell!

"We can't hold back anymore."

Ailin maintained his pale purple Otherrhop magic shield, staring at Vilgefortz, whose gaze was indifferent as if he controlled all gods.

If he is spared because of Ernie and the others, it's hard to say what will happen to him, but Vesemir might be killed by Alzure's Lightning Spell because of this moment of distraction.

Take a deep breath.

The Witcher's mouth opened slightly.

The golden energy that permeated the blood suddenly mingled with the four-colored magic power flowing from the veins and surged upwards.

"Yir..."

Heaven and earth began to resonate, and a wild and powerful roar was the first to shatter the Otherrhop magic shield.

The magic shield shattered into purple fragments.

The Path of the Beast Roar does not allow practitioners to actively defend themselves when they are "raging".

The sudden burst of immense pressure shattered the seal of Primal Magic.

The magic of the green rotation, along with the rubble, soil, stone wall fragments, horse carcasses, broom flowers, and juniper wood blocks it carried, all forced out a clearing with a radius of two meters at this moment.

The Path of the Beast Roar wasn't as powerful as usual.

But on the other hand, the ability to force a "bubble" of magic from afar might, to some extent, indicate the true nature of the power of the Path of the Beast Roar.

"Thump~"

The Witcher stepped onto solid ground and gripped his sword tightly.

"... ulr..."

Another strange roar rang out.

Raging and savage.

The intense pressure vanished at that moment.

But the green Primal Magic drew rapidly in, trying to engulf the Witcher.

"Phew~"

Scorching heat burst forth from the nasal cavity, as if to ignite the air.

A powerful, even overflowing, sense of energy filled every corner of my body, igniting every cell.

Although Vilgefortz's position was obscured by distant, magically swirling debris, his expression was not visible.

But the Witcher could feel the indifferent, cold emotions in his mind suddenly spreading into intense surprise and panic.

The approach of Primal Magic grew increasingly urgent.

Vilgefortz panicked!

"Knock knock~"

The objects controlled by Primal Magic rubbed and collided with each other in mid-air, and for a moment revealed Vilgefortz's emerald green eyes.

It was at this very moment.

Demon Hunter

"Thump!"

The green Primal Magic sensed the threat and gathered relentlessly, finally breaking the instinctive blockade of the Roaring Path and instantly sending the Witcher flying.

Ailin maintained his defensive stance with his sword, performed a somersault in mid-air to dissipate the force, and plowed a long furrow in the ground upon landing.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

After landing, Ailin, who had been knocked away, squinted at the green light that was at least twenty meters away, obscured by the dust and mist, and paid it no mind.

If it weren't for the need to find out Ernie and the others' whereabouts, and instead of starting with [Demon Hunter] as usual, multiple attacks, even if they only hit the magic barrier, would have already filled up the progress and killed Vilgefortz.

But now...

"It's not too late!" Ailin coldly glanced in the direction of the Sorceress, following the chanting.

"There's still time."

He took a deep breath, and a tremendous, almost burning power surged from his entire body into his right leg.

"Bang!"

His muscles tensed instantly, and his right foot slammed into the ground, creating a small crater in the road trodden by millions of people and carriages.

In an instant.

The Witcher burst out of the dust and mist, piercing the green light like an arrow.

The twenty-meter distance between them was shortened in an instant.

Then...

Ailin suddenly stopped.

Five jade statues floated in mid-air, blocking the Witcher's path. After he stopped, they gently landed on the ground in front of him.

"Knock knock knock knock~"

Amid a series of heavy thuds as objects fell to the ground, the frenzied green light vanished.

"What do you mean?" Ailin asked coldly.

Both [Beast Roar: Berserk] and [Demon Hunter] have time limits. [Beast Roar: Berserk] will cause severe weakness after its effect ends, but his speech is not urgent.

He could guess what Vilgefortz was planning, but it was precisely at times like these that he needed to remain calm.

"The Shapeshifting Sealing Charm, these jade statues are your sect's demon hunters..." Vilgefortz pointed to the jade statues on the ground, and seeing that Ailin was staring at him unmoved, he feigned surprise for a moment, "You recognize this spell... it seems that your gaining Lady Vesemir's favor is not just a rumor..."

As expected... Ailin remained silent, staring at him indifferently.

Inside, he quietly canceled "Beast Roar: Berserk," using the [Demon Hunter] state to bring extreme calmness and control his facial expression so that it wouldn't turn pale due to sudden weakness.

Vilgefortz, who was being stared at by Ailin, paused slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable:

"I think... we don't necessarily need to fight to the death, do we?"

Vilgefortz's voice is soft.

It was at this moment that Ailin finally saw the true nature of the main villain from the original story.

He looked to be only in his early twenties, with a pale complexion and handsome appearance that instantly made people feel good towards him.

The premise is that without this battle, Ailin would not know his character, and there would be no Mental Fluctuation outside the divine wall of consciousness trying to read minds.

However, Ailin pretended not to notice and glanced at the scene, which was obscured by the falling debris, and did not notice the other battlefield in the scene.

The Sorceress was still chanting the spell for Alzure's Lightning Spell, and she was already at the very end of the incantation.

The air was filled with magical energy, but it was noticeably less intense than when Vilgefortz cast the same spell. Vesemir was desperately swinging his sword at the green magical barrier, though it looked like he was struggling.

The barrier flickered intermittently, and within it emanated a purple-brown magical glow.

The potion made by the Witcher Master Giant Ghoul Decoction was clearly rendered ineffective due to some kind of injury.

"Lydia!" Vilgefortz whispered, "It's ready."

"Bang!"

The green magical barrier surrounding the Sorceress shattered, pushing Vesemir back several meters.

She kept chanting incantations, glanced at Vilgefortz in confusion, and then at Ailin.

"Long~"

The dark clouds that had covered the sky gradually dissipated after a clap of thunder.

Lydia and Vesemir stopped at the same time, looking at each other warily, and walked towards Vilgefortz and Ailin.

The ball of light from the "Light Spell" steadily illuminated the empty space between the two, leaving it in a mess.

"Clang~"

"Clang~"

The urgent chimes were deafening.

The star-shaped badge, embedded in the mangled horse carcass, emitted a glaring red light.