Chapter 89: The Real Whirlpool Sword Dance
Looking back at Lann, how could he really kill Geron Moru. He had already been mentally prepared, gritted his teeth and pulled out the [Moon Dust] while running, and let the alchemical bomb explode in the palm of his hand!
Silver dust instantly enveloped Lan En, and green phosphorus fire ignited in the void around Lan En at the same time. As soon as the demon spirit appeared, it was covered with silver shavings and lost the ability to become virtual.
——The time for hand-to-hand combat has come.
Just in time to try out your newly learned skills.
Without a trace of hesitation, Lan just had such a thought, and it was like awakening the skills sleeping in his muscles. His body naturally began to wave, and his steps naturally began to rotate.
It is as light as a butterfly piercing flowers, as nimble as a civet in the treetops, and as ferocious as a hunting leopard.
[Whirlpool Sword Dance]!
Previously, Lann had initially learned the sword dance mastered by the witcher through his own imitation and Geralt's guidance. It is an advanced technique with more than a dozen, but it also has shortcomings: First, the fast slashes in the sword dance are too fast, resulting in less force than the usual charged blow. Lann's sword dance slashes are almost unbreakable. A, can only be used to create counterattack space in an encirclement or to bully unarmored enemies like water ghosts;
second, this movement of dancing the body like a windmill is accompanied by strong inertia, and the flaw is so big that it cannot be sent and received freely. , there will even be a period of stiffness after the action is over. Just like Lan En faced three water ghosts in mid-air before, he turned around twice before attacking them all, and even turned around one more time to relieve his force, all because of this.
But now, the skill [Revolving Sword Dance] brought by the blessing of the system has a completely different effect.
Lann felt that he could start and stop in any power-generating posture. Every blow during the rotation was a full-strength blow. He could freely slash with the blade, stab with the tip of the sword, Use the sword spine to attack any corner around you!
At this moment, facing the enemy's attack, Lann easily blocked the weapon wielded by the demon spirit. While spinning, he lowered his head to dodge the opponent's claws, and then -
a wave of sword blades blew across his body. The storm!
Stab, chop, hang, chop, sweep, different sword moves were swung by Lann heartily, the silver sword crazily passed through the body of the demon spirit, Thomas Moreu He couldn't even count how many swords he had been struck by in just that one breath!
Even without applying the evil spirit oil specially used by demon hunters to restrain spirits, such a high-frequency silver sword attack alone is enough to cause huge damage to the demon spirit's body!
Wounds like light spots kept flickering on the demon spirit's body. The originally solid figure became ethereal and seemed to be about to float away. His limbs also began to ignite with green phosphorus fire.
Almost successful!
At this time, Lann also felt that his physical strength was constantly dissipating like a reservoir that had opened its gate. [Swirling Sword Dance], as a skill in the game, was originally driven by the demon hunter's unique adrenaline and vitality value.
The skill system on his body has been mutated and can be driven by all energy, including magic. But whether it's vitality, energy or magic, I don't have it.
Therefore, [Swivel Sword Dance] only consumes the most basic thing - physical strength.
tired! With just a dozen sword movements, Lan felt as if he and Geralt had been fighting all afternoon, and his arms felt like they were filled with lead.
But I must not fall down now. Is tiredness more terrible than death?
Lan En's eyes widened, and his green pupils looked fiercely at the demon spirit's green eyes.
I want to see which of us can't hold on first!
The storm caused by the silver sword never stopped, and the demon spirit was trapped in it and was swayed left and right by the attack, unable to fight back. The green fire on his body was getting stronger and stronger, and was about to completely ignite himself!
Finally, as if the demon spirit had made some important life-and-death decision, it suddenly opened its hands and allowed itself to be attacked, leaving the door wide open.
Immediately afterwards, an invisible wave appeared on his body, and the green fire on his body burned more intensely. This move seemed to have sacrificed part of his body.
The cat head badge on Lan's chest vibrated wildly.
What? ! Lan En's pupils shrank. This demon spirit could actually use magic. Could it be that his judgment was wrong? Is this special demon spirit transformed by a warlock really so powerful?
Lann's judgment was correct. The demon spirit did need to use its own body to freely perform magic. Now it was no longer possible because of Lann.
But after all, it was a hundreds-year-old warlock during its lifetime. After turning into a special demon spirit through its astonishing obsession, it still retained a magic that was extremely suitable for the demon spirit body - the deep darkness of the portal
opened
A door with a gleaming frame of blue sparks swallowed up Lan and Thomas Moreu at once.
A brief dizziness was followed by a sense of weightlessness. After falling freely for a while, Lann fell hard to the ground. The part of the armor that was in contact with the ground was deformed under the violent impact. The body and bones seemed to be groaning, and the tearing and pain constantly stimulated Lan's nerves.
"Lan!"
A hand pulled up Lan, who was all injured and sore from the fall. Lan opened his eyes and saw that it was a white-haired demon hunter in black armor with his back facing him with his sword, guarding him in mid-air. A demon spirit covered in green fire.
Geralt, why is he here?
In other words, where are you?
Lan looked around and found that there were a dozen portals in all directions, and he was back in the hall full of gargoyles before.
What does Thomas Moreu mean? Although there is only one Geralt in the hall, doesn't he know that the witcher is much more professional at fighting demons than he is? Could it be that he was so frightened by his own sword dance that he couldn't choose the right path?
Geralt asked without looking back: "Is the injury serious?"
Lann coughed twice and his body swayed. He felt the smell of blood spreading slightly from his mouth, and there were varying degrees of pain alarms throughout his body.
"You can still fight, and the opponent was injured much more seriously than me."
"What's going on?" Geralt asked solemnly after making sure Lan could stand up, "Why did you fall out with a demon spirit? This is not an ordinary demon spirit. An ordinary demon spirit cannot burn half of its body and still survive. An ordinary demon spirit cannot open a portal." "
He is Thomas Moreu." Lann tried to move. He moved his hands and feet, relaxed his muscles as much as possible, and asked Geralt, "Do you still have the magic-blocking gold bomb? Share one with me, I have used up." Geralt handed one back without looking back
. He dropped a bomb and asked: "What do you mean he is Thomas Moreu?"
Lann grinned and replied: "He wanted to turn himself into the son of the witcher and back again. He didn't do it when he was alive, When he dies, he becomes a demon spirit and continues. He was able to possess his previous body as a demon spirit and use magic, but I chopped it into pieces." Geralt narrowed his eyes: "
This doesn't sound like a good story. Demon spirits with special abilities are not simple - wait, what is he doing!"
Hearing Geralt exclaimed, Lan couldn't help but look at the demon spirit floating in the air with him.
After teleporting over with Lan, the demon spirit didn't seem to stop casting spells. The green flames on his body burned more and more intensely, and finally turned all the parts below his chest into ashes before he could stop. Even so, there was no trace of energy on his body. There were still fragments of flames burning slowly, which were the injuries Lan had caused to him.
While the body was burning, the witcher's badge told its master that the magic fluctuations around him were getting stronger and stronger. Correspondingly, all the portals in the hall lit up at the same time.
A chill ran from the soles of Lan's feet to the top of his head, and he felt like a big hand was grabbing his heart.
Suddenly, Lan saw the druid being thrown out of the portal facing Lan.
At this time, he was holding the long stick upside down and was covered in wounds; behind him was Sward, who was in the same group with him, and most of his armor was broken and deformed; behind him was a stone giant that was three people tall, with branches and vines all over his body. Golem!
Golems are creatures brought to life by magic, cannot think, and obey the instructions of their creator without question. Compared to the gargoyles we encountered before, its behavior was more rigid, but its strength far surpassed it.
The druid roared loudly, and the vines on the golem suddenly bloomed with green light and began to grow, entangling the big man in place.
"Great, Lannister, Geralt, come here and take this thing with me..." Before he could finish his words, the Druid's expression of joy at seeing his companions froze on his face, and gradually transformed into Horrified.
Just because those portals, after a second of silence that seemed to be accumulating power, began to spit out all kinds of figures outside: the
portal on the right threw out a heavily armored exploration team soldier, with three hangings hanging on his body. A water ghost, with a large group chasing behind it;
the portal on the left keeps throwing out ghouls that look like skinned children, and they are still chewing something in their mouths;
five or six gargoyles are covered in dye Blood was thrown out from the portal at the back, shouting "Destroy the intruders";
there were also huge centipedes thrown out of the portal, most were gray and a few were white, one of which was wrapped around a man like a python. The soldier bit off Lann's head in front of him;
five deformed humans fell out of the portals on the second floor. Each of them had deformed mutations: some had their left arms four or five times thicker than their right arms. , The skin on some bodies seems to have melted, with bumps and bumps, and on some bodies, the fingers and toes have varying degrees of adhesions that look like meat sticks. And they all have one thing in common - amber cat eyes.
The hall, which could accommodate forty or fifty people, was filled to the brim in an instant.
They include guards created by warlocks to protect the ruins, cannibal monsters that have been captured or raised by warlocks for hundreds of years to extract experimental materials, and experimental subjects that have failed to undergo mutation by warlocks but survived by chance.
(End of chapter)