Settling the Blood Debt!

"You're not Quett!"

"Who are you?!!"

Earlier than expected, it wasn't that quack wizard Derek Vasquez downstairs... Despite the shouts around him, Ailin remained unmoved.

Taking advantage of the fact that the other male wizards in the laboratory were all instinctively drawn to the now even stronger Dante, he took advantage of their attention.

He coldly sidestepped past two steel tables containing bloodstained scalpels, tweezers, and bone saws, smelled the pungent stench, deftly flipped over a large, unlit Distillation Kettle, and pushed aside the young sorcerer who hadn't Instant Trigger Gem...

In the blink of an eye.

With his right hand, he roughly followed the magical glow from the Wolf Emblem's perspective and removed the ruby bird cuff from the goatee wizard's right wrist.

At the same time, his left hand reached out without hesitation towards the oldest-looking middle-aged male wizard in the laboratory.

And at this moment...

"Pfft~"

"Pfft~"

Dante had entered the laboratory from outside the door, brandishing two sharp sword lights, causing two astonished heads to fly off their shoulders.

Warm, scarlet blood spurted from the cut, shooting straight towards the ceiling.

Two out of six are removed.

"Sizzle!"

The emerald cufflink on the right wrist, with a white cloth around it, was ripped off the middle-aged wizard's wrist.

At this time,

The middle-aged wizard was the first to react violently. The emerald square gem cuff on his left hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling magical light, just a finger's width away from Ailin's outstretched hand.

"Bite!"

The gem shattered, and the middle-aged wizard's pure white lab coat, stained with blood, was instantly enveloped in a layer of bluish-green light.

Ailin withdrew his unsuccessful left hand and clenched his right fist.

Ripples suddenly appeared in the void.

He spun around, gripped a longsword with mysterious etched patterns on its blade, which seemed to reflect the hazy silver light of a crescent moon, drew it out, raised it high, and slashed it down fiercely.

"No!"

The middle-aged wizard struggled to dodge, but his eyes showed no fear, only rage.

But Elsa will not stop because of the enemy's anger.

The longsword pierced the air, emitting a loud whistling sound.

Amidst that piercing shriek, the emerald light shattered abruptly, unleashing a massive shockwave.

The entire enclosed room was buzzing. The shockwave sent the steel table flying, hurling scalpels, tweezers, and bone saws into the air, where they slammed heavily against the walls with a loud bang before falling apart.

Countless bottles and jars shattered instantly, spilling out bizarre contents: internal organs, fetus, blood, solutions, strong acid...

The liquid mixed with the turbid liquid, corroding the ground and hissing.

Apart from the middle-aged wizard who remained in place, the other three wizards who were not dead were also affected by the shockwave and were thrown away with screams.

Ailin was not unaffected either; violent air fluctuations tore through his ill-fitting experimental white robe, Quen Sign flickered on his dark red leather armor.

However, being experienced and well-prepared, he did not confront them.

While shifting to the side to weaken the impact, he leaped into the air, following the outward-spreading force.

In mid-air, he met the goatee-bearded wizard's terrified gaze with a cold stare.

With a spin, he swung his forearm swiftly and efficiently...

A dazzling silver light intertwined with a scarlet blood-red glow.

Elsa swiftly severed the wizard's head with a single sword stroke before he could raise his finger and begin chanting a spell.

After landing, he thrust straight into the chest of the staggering wizard Elisha without stopping.

When Elisha emerged from the chaos caused by the shockwave, he noticed the piercing blade; the sharp, silvery tip of the sword was less than half a meter away from him.

"Watch out, Ailin!"

As Dante's anxious shout reached his ears, a strong sense of crisis made Ailin's hair stand on end.

In a flash, he quickly glanced around, kicked the steel bench fixed to the ground with his left foot, and with a flick of his wrist, changed from a stabbing motion to a horizontal sweep.

"Sizzle~"

A blinding flash of lightning struck the empty bench, a steel chair—more of a torture instrument than a seat, covered in sharp needles and iron hoops—and cleaved it in two with a deafening roar.

With a deafening roar, the steel melted into molten iron.

Ailin rolled on the ground to avoid the lightning, grabbed Dante's outstretched hand, and stood up.

"Your new potion is a bit too strong."

Dante gasped for breath, then abruptly crossed his arms in front of him, using the pale purple shield of the Oterrohp Sign to barely block another bolt of lightning.

The icy blue in the whites of the two witchers' eyes gradually faded.

The effects of the Blizzard potion have worn off.

now.

Ailin caught his breath and, after nearly half a year, saw Bont again.

Bont leaned against the wall by the door with his eyes closed.

He was still alive, but his deathly pale complexion from excessive blood loss and his faint breathing, which required heightened awareness to hear, made him look more like a corpse.

He wasn't wearing the standard leather armor of the School of the Wolf; his wrists and ankles were covered in deep bruises and abrasions from struggling, and his naked body was covered with tiny needle marks.

Most of them haven't even healed yet, they're just not bleeding, as if the blood in their bodies is already insufficient to cover their losses.

Clearly, he had spent a long time on the torture device that the wizard had split open with a bolt of lightning.

However, Ailin could tell that Master Dante had really put his heart into it, and in such a critical situation, he had done his best to prevent Bont from suffering secondary damage.

Aside from killing two helpless male wizards, most of the effects of "Blizzard" were used on him.

Ailin took a deep breath, shifting her gaze from her companion's gruesome body.

The flames that had subsided somewhat due to the killing reignited in his heart, causing his heart to race uncontrollably.

"These damned beasts!" he uttered through gritted teeth.

At this moment, only ten seconds had passed since Ailin had disguised himself and broken in.

Of the six male wizards in the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate, four have been removed.

No!

More than four!

"Ah--"

A scream suddenly rang out behind me.

Ailin wasn't surprised and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

The sorcerer known as Elisha was about to stand up when he activated his adrenaline-blocked sense of pain and discovered that his legs had been severed at the knees.

He screamed in agony as blood gushed uncontrollably from the severed wound.

The smell of blood in the entire laboratory became even stronger.

Whether he can survive with such injuries is still a question; he clearly doesn't even qualify as half a combatant.

The results were remarkable.

Ailin's fighting style is actually quite similar to that of a warlock; both require time to unleash powerful skills and deliver a decisive blow.

If Ailin activates a [Demon Hunter] skill, given enough time and the right combination of beast roars, he can kill even the host of Evil God.

But if he's not given time to use [Witcher], he's only at the level of a top-tier Witcher.

The situation just now further suppressed his direct combat strength to its lowest point.

Thousands of extremely powerful and well-coordinated guards were waiting for him inside and outside the tower, so he couldn't use skills with strong side effects like "Beast Roar: Berserk," which directly weakened his strength.

Even when Bont and Dante were in the lab using indiscriminate bombs, it didn't work.

Therefore, using [Demon Hunter] to slowly grind through progress is even less effective.

Assassination was the best, and his only, option.

And the effect was so good it was almost unbelievable. Ailin had never imagined that he could kill so many that only one healthy male wizard remained.

Well...

Thanks to the School of the Cat Two-Handed Sword, and thanks to the School of the Cat's Witcher Brett, having more skills is always useful.

certainly...

The fact that he could react even under the influence of "Blizzard" and "Giant Ghoul Decoction," along with the terrifyingly powerful instantaneous lightning magic...

That middle-aged male wizard who only had two instant-cast gems consumed by Ailin is very strong!

It's much stronger than the current Source Vilgefortz.

"This is the territory laboratory of the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate. Who exactly are you?"

The middle-aged wizard waved a birch staff that had appeared out of nowhere—the staff head contained a skull that looked very much like a human, but was only the size of a fist.

Elisha screamed and flew toward him. Flames erupted from the broken parts of his legs, followed by a pungent smell, and his blood vessels were burned shut.

With another wave of her staff, seemingly shielding herself from the excruciating pain, Elisha stared blankly at her severed legs and murmured.

"I'm disabled..."

"I'm disabled?"

"I'm disabled!"

He abruptly looked up, staring at Ailin with eyes brimming with hatred, and screamed hysterically:

"Kill them! Kill them, Instructor Ronnie! Kill them!"

"Shut up!" the middle-aged wizard known as Ronnie snapped, then waved his staff, silencing Elisha, who could only Vigo at Ailin and Dante.

The question has not been answered.

Ronnie paid no attention, as if he hadn't seen the blood-soaked laboratory or his colleagues' severed heads. He glanced at Bont, who had been rescued at the door, and said indifferently:

"Silver sword, Cat Eyes, leather armor... You are the Witcher Conclave, no, now it should be the School of the Wolf, you are the Witchers of the School of the Wolf."

"Dark red leather armor, or perhaps Witcher Master from the School of the Wolf..."

His gaze lingered calmly on the faces of the two Witcher Master of the School of the Wolf for a moment, then passed over the older Dante and settled on Ailin's face instead.

"I think..." He glanced at Bont again, "I think we might have some misunderstanding. Your faction's witchers were captured by Derek Vasquez and forced into our research. He's Master Otolan Master Otolan member of the Talent and Skill Association ..."

"We just had to use some... uh... tools for experimental work, just like you used the swords in your hands to eliminate..."

"Don't lump us together," Dante couldn't help but shout angrily, "We wield our swords for humanity, for honor..."

"We are too!" Ronnie interrupted Dante, his tone seemingly filled with a lofty and unwavering conviction. "We are too. Our research is precisely to complete the human gene pool, to perfect the human species, so that every ordinary person can be as powerful as you Witchers, without having to endure the pain of being deprived of the ability to reproduce..."

"And also improving human living conditions, eliminating disease and disability, and preventing aging..."

"Although the anti-aging elixir was created by Master Otolan, our Non-Human Department also made research contributions..."

He pointed to Elisha on the ground. "He created the ' Elisa's Malaria Cure Potion ' to cure malaria, and participated in non-elf genetic research..."

"Quett is an expert on dwarves, with significant research findings on Dwarf Moss, Goiter Syndrome, and many infectious diseases transmitted from dwarfs to humans..."

"And then there's Roman, who personally went to the lands of the Black Death to study Black Death causes..."

Ronnie calmly listed the achievements of the Death Witch on Earth, and even the apprentices had impressive resumes.

And the research results he revealed, whether intentionally or unintentionally, would probably have been considered academician-level in his previous life.

This caused Dante to pause, seemingly momentarily stunned by the sorcerer's lofty and resolute tone.

"Use the lives of us witchers to achieve your glory?" Ailin said coldly.

"I already said," Ronnie's tone was gentle, his slightly silvery hair and neatly arranged, serious appearance making him look like a professor from his previous life, "This was an accident. We were only responsible for the research. Your faction's witcher was captured by Derek Vasquez..."

Ronnie noticed the calm expressions on Dante and Ailin's faces, and paused:

"You're not surprised. It seems Derek Vasquez is most likely already dead. No wonder no one warned him..."

"But I still want to say..."

"When a sword kills someone, no one blames the sword..."

"As for the casualties here... I swear to God, report it as a mass death caused by improper experimental operation, there's no need to worry."

"And even if it is reported, the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate will not pursue such illegal experimental subjects."

Seeing that Dante seemed somewhat interested, Ronnie continued to place his bets:

"Although the lab door is closed and we can't hear anything from the outside, I imagine Evans is currently leading Drakkenberg's army to..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Chirp chirp~"

Suddenly, the chirping of birds at dawn filled the laboratory.

"Looks like I guessed right."

Ronnie made no move, letting the birdsong echo in the bloody battlefield, "Two Witcher Master of the School of the Wolf, I am a member of the Advanced Council of the Conclave of Sorcerers, and I am confident that I will live to see the Guardians arrive."

"So..."

Ronnie looked sincerely at the two witchers. "I will stop the bleeding and heal my apprentice's wounds. You may leave now, shall we?"

"Chirp chirp~"

The bloody laboratory fell silent, with only the chirping of birds stirring the air.

"His strength is considerable, at the level of a top-tier sorcerer. Given that he's already on alert, and he still has to protect Bont, I'm not confident..."

Dante glanced at Bont behind him, then looked at Ailin and asked in his mind, "Ailin, what are your thoughts?"

"Can you still keep up physically?" Ailin asked.

Dante paused for a moment, then sighed inwardly, "Of course, I recovered for a while and I'm much better now."

Ailin nodded slightly.

The toxicity of a simple "Blizzard" potion would certainly not affect the combat ability of a Witcher Master.

But the problem is...

Dante had already suffered serious injuries from the Leshen, and with his non-stop rush to rescue Bont, even after drinking a bottle of Swallow to accelerate his life regeneration, the side effects of the "Blizzard" from the battle that had just ended in the blink of an eye would inevitably be greater and the burden heavier.

Accidents can easily happen.

Otherwise, Ailin wouldn't have listened to the wizard spout so much nonsense.

He needs Dante to recover for a while, to protect himself, and to protect Bont.

As for that male wizard, they parted ways and left immediately...

Trust a male wizard who has just lost so many colleagues, and turn your back on him with complete honesty.

Is he really that stupid?

in addition...

He has a blood debt that needs to be settled!

The so-called male wizards of just four Rissberg Civil Conglomerate...

Not enough!

That's far from enough!

The witcher gripped his longsword tightly and shouted telepathically:

"Protect Bont, Master Dante!"

"I'm going!"