Atamont's right staff points to Vesemir.
"Witcher, you don't really think I'm stupid enough to go on a date alone, do you?"
"I have already arranged for reinforcements."
"Now, return to your position! Return to your master!"
Under the stern voice, the staff in his hand bloomed with a dazzling luster.
The golem fighting against the demon hunter received the order, its cat eyes flashed with a strange luster, and it quickly gathered around Atamont.
Geralt and others wanted to entangle the golem, but the latter exploded with all its speed, ignoring the attacks of the former ones, and immediately shook them off and returned to Atamont.
Atamont glanced at the five golems.
Among them, those who fought with Geralt and Eskel had obvious sword marks on their bodies.
As for the four people fighting with Paul and Aiken, there was not much damage.
Each of these golems cost a lot of money to make. He had no regrets at all after so much damage was done at once.
Instead, he looked around at Vesemir and licked his lips.
In his eyes, these golems are just tools.
If the tools are damaged, they can be remade, not to mention that the best materials are right in front of you.
This time, instead of using corpses to create golems, he would use living demon hunters.
Vesemir When I saw these familiar faces in my memory again, my expression was complicated, but my body had already rushed out.
The strong wind howled in my ears, and there was only one thought left in my mind.
Kill Atamont!
Atamont raised the staff high, chanted a spell in his mouth, and the fire elements gathered crazily towards the staff.
"Demon hunter, I let you escape luck last time. This time, let's feel the despair when Kyle Mohan fell!"
Sparks exploded, and bolides slanted down all over the sky. The flames illuminated the sky red and dispersed the fog, making it feel like the end of the world.
Vesemir spun around to dodge, and took off the item hanging from his waist with his left hand. It was a green, uneven ball.
He waved his left arm violently and shot it out like a cannonball.
Signs pinched it, and the lead hidden in the ball was ignited.
Atamont With a thought in his mind, a demon statue shot out in front of him, and the fierce fist blast hit the ball.
"Boom!"
After the dazzling green light, there was a thunderous explosion.
The nebulae all over the sky spread to their maximum size in an instant, and tiny Dimeritium lightning bolts kept wandering around.
Dimeritium Bomb.
Vesemir did not stop and continued to rush towards Atamont.
In the green nebula, the golem's body was blasted with holes and thick smoke billowing out of it.
But it only staggered and did not completely lose its fighting ability.
If it were an ordinary golem, under the influence of Dimeritium, it would have been paralyzed and turned into a piece of waste.
But they are different, they are both transformed from flesh and blood.
The magic crystal device is wrapped in each muscle of the body. As long as one is used, it can drive the entire body.
He also retains part of his fighting will and can make favorable judgments in complex environments.
There are also mutant organs of witchers, which allow them to store magic power and be able to release Signs.
The terrifying physical quality given by the demon hunter himself and the transformation of the golem makes its combat effectiveness even more terrifying.
Faced with such a demon hunter golem that is completely unafraid of death and obeys orders absolutely, even a hundred knights would be hard-pressed to withstand it.
However, the demon hunter statue shook its head at this moment, and a glimmer of light flashed through the dead blue cat eyes, with a look of trance and pain.
Dimeritium cannot paralyze it, but it can isolate Magic Surge and the magic signals from the outside world.
According to the order, he should pursue Vesemir.
But he didn't, instead he controlled his body forcefully, roared instinctively, and punched the oncoming breath.
Amidst the rapid sound of the wind, a fierce sword light filled his sight.
"Tsk!"
The world was spinning, and the cold sword light chopped off its head.
The white-haired figure flashed across his pupils, and the blue vertical pupils began to dim, revealing a look of relief.
Geralt rushed out of the smoke of Dimeritium and saw fireballs in the sky, bombing towards the position where Vesemir was advancing.
He took something out of his pocket and pushed it hard with his left arm. The ball shot out in a straight line in the air, leaving a green afterimage.
Igni Sign pinch.
Another Dimeritium Bomb.
Atamont A demon statue in front of him immediately flew out to intercept, and his body was quickly plunged into green smoke, followed by the sound of explosions.
"Just you Monstrum, how many Dimeritium Bomb can you have!"
Atamont sneered loudly, the flames on the staff waving like rain.
As soon as he said these words, several green balls shot straight towards him.
Each one is shining with the luster of Dimeritium.
"How is that possible!"
Atamont When he was shocked, the two demon statues in front of him rushed out to block it, and a large green nebula was blown up in the sky, which was sad and beautiful.
Eskel, Aiken followed Geralt, and each of them carried three Dimeritium Bomb in their pockets.
Vesemir stared at Atamont's body.
The distance is getting closer and closer, and it only takes one breath to kill him.
But he felt that time was getting slower and slower, and the days of Kyle Mohan kept coming to his mind.
Ever since Kyle Mohan was conquered by the wizard and saw the ruins on the ground, he had learned from the pain.
Kyle·Mohan must have a way to deal with wizards.
Dimeritium! Dimeritium! Dimeritium!!!
No matter how expensive Dimeritium is, or even Kaedwen controlled items, he still has to risk it from the black market!
Even if the price of making one often requires him to work hard for a year or even several years, he will not hesitate.
Even though Kyle·Mohan was still in dilapidated condition, and when it rained he could only cover the huge hole with rags, and he was not afraid of the harsh sound of the cold rain beating on him.
Even if the cold wind in winter can freeze his bones and make him shiver, he can grit his teeth and endure it.
Even if he can only sleep on a wooden board when he is sleepy, or go hunting in the Blue Mountains when he is hungry, he will not feel lonely.
It has been almost forty years since he came here alone to retrain as a demon hunter apprentice. Who can understand the pressure he is under?
Is it worth it? Why has he never thought of giving up?
His former companions and apprentices were all dead, and even Holt broke his faith and left him.
He is a lonely man, why should he suffer like this anymore?
With his strength, he can leave Kyle Mohan just like Holt.
From then on, he traveled to various countries, accepted commissions for hunting monsters, saved a considerable amount of wealth, and bought a manor to support himself for the rest of his life.
But he was unwilling, let alone unwilling!
He saved all the gold coins he accumulated over the years and prepared enough for this Dimeritium.
For what?
Just so that the tragedy of the past will never happen again!
And for this moment!
What Xue hates in her heart!
The vast swaths of Dimeritium smoke finally affected the magic of this world.
The flame on Atamont's staff went out, and when he saw Vesemir's body approaching rapidly, fear finally emerged on his face.
He hurriedly used the last golem to stop the vengeful gray-haired grudge.
He turned around and ran away.
Vesemir looked at the brown-haired demon hunter who came last, who also had amber cat eyes, and magic power poured out of his organs.
He was Signs, Kyle·Mohan's instructor back then. He was only slightly younger than him and Bernjof, and he could be considered an old friend who had been with him through life and death.
The brown-haired demon hunter clapped his hands, setting off a burst of cyan tornadoes, and the sound of wind was like dense steel knives, piercing towards Vesemir.
The black blood vessels on Vesemir's face are raised, and the left hand is also photographed.
He drank a bottle of magic potion left over from the Order of Witchers period, which could enhance his Signs strength.
It is the only bottle left of School of the Wolf.
Aard Sign.
The two shock waves blasted together, and the moment they exploded, the ground seemed to have been cut into pieces by a thousand knives, filled with spiderweb-like cracks.
Vesemir rushed in front of the brown-haired demon hunter, slashed with his sword, and the silver light flashed.
The latter's neck was cut open by the sharp sword blade.
Vesemir stepped forward, leaving behind a light word.
"Grayson, your Signs is not as good as before----"
The brown-haired head fell to the ground and rolled around, covered in mud.
But he didn't have the ferocity of the deceased. Instead, his cat eyes were diffused and soft.
A "ringing" laugh came from his mouth, and he uttered the last whisper.
"You have become stronger----Vesemir----
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