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"Claws!"

Shadowwalker witnessed the entire process of Claw's self-destruction being stopped by the strange silver light.

He couldn't see Kana and Apis, but their behavior made him instantly understand what had happened.

An indescribable emotion, a mixture of heartache, self-blame, and raging anger, exploded in his chest.

It is for the suffering of the team members, for the despicable nature of the Eye Demon, and even more so for our own powerlessness in the face of a powerful enemy.

This anger did not destroy reason; instead, under the lingering influence of the "Tranquility Stone" and the power of Kana, it transformed into an unprecedented, chillingly focused and resolute concentration.

The petrified stiffness of his arm seemed to be forcibly suppressed by this will.

"Cover me! The final blow!"

Shadow's voice was deep and hoarse, yet carried an unwavering command, piercing the ears of every team member through the squad channel.

Coughing up blood, Nightingale recklessly raised her gun and fired wildly at the remaining secondary eye of the Eye Demon, even if it only attracted a sliver of attention.

Pan Shi unleashed a deafening battle roar, forcefully smashing through a torrent of magic with his battered heavy armor and body, clearing the last sliver of space for Shadow.

Despite the tremors in his soul, he merged back into the shadows, using his last strength to throw the shadow dagger at the Eye Demon's main eye, attempting to disrupt its vision.

Enraged by this death throes, the Eye Demon, with its unwavering will and demonic blood, was truly courting death.

They actually tried to fight against the abyss.

The main eye shone even brighter with bloodlust, and several deadly rays instantly locked onto the figure.

It's now.

The shadowy figure moved.

Instead of dodging the deadly ray, he poured all his strength, the excruciating pain from his petrified arm, his protective instincts for his teammates, and his overwhelming killing intent towards the Eye Demon into the "Cursed Blade" in his hand.

That massive sword, entirely black, seemed capable of swallowing all light.

On the sword, the ancient and restrained runes suddenly lit up, no longer with a dim light, but flowing and burning like lava.

An indescribable "curse" power, seemingly originating from the abyss itself yet restrained by an extreme will, suddenly erupted.

"In the name of shadow, let this fiend be cursed to death!"

The Shadow's roar was not a howl, but a whisper like the cold wind of the abyss sweeping across the soul.

He ignored the petrifying rays aimed at his body, and his left shoulder instantly turned gray and white.

A scorching ray pierced through the side of the rib, leaving a charred hole.

His entire demeanor suddenly rose to a new and breathtaking height in the face of adversity.

It was as if some invisible shackle had been broken.

The cursed blade in his hand transformed into an absolute darkness that tore through space and devoured light, carrying a terrifying power capable of severing cause and effect and annihilating souls. Ignoring the crumbling, remaining shield, it struck with unparalleled precision and ferocity—

It pierced right into the center of the Eye Demon's main eye, which was wide open in rage and swirling with abyssal vortexes.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

"impossible……"

Malzahark's final, horrified, and bewildered mental fluctuations came to an abrupt end.

His beam should be able to completely petrify the opponent before they even get close, while the ray would blast the petrified opponent into dust.

Why is this happening?

puff--!
What followed was a spiritual wail and scream.

It was like a huge sac filled with filth and pus being punctured.

The enormous beholder body suddenly collapsed inward, followed by an extremely muffled explosion, and then completely shattered.

Thick, toxic, and highly corrosive dark purple pus, broken eyeball tissue, and severed eye stalks scattered like rain, sizzling and corroding the surrounding ground and rock pillars.

The suffocating, legendary pressure and chaotic mental impact dissipated instantly, like the receding tide.

Smoke and filth slowly settled.

Shadow remained in his slashing stance, half-kneeling on the ground, leaning on his cursed blade. The horrific wounds on his left shoulder and ribs were shocking to behold, and the petrified parts were slowly fading, bringing excruciating pain and weakness.

The so-called petrification magic exists in a state of antagonism when the opponent is not completely petrified.

In that instant before the spell is completely petrified, if the caster is killed, the magic power used to resist will be depleted instantly.

Even if the magic is broken halfway through, it hasn't been completely petrified yet.

He was breathing heavily, his eerie green eyes immediately fixed on the motionless claws enveloped in silver light, filled with deep worry.

The rock, supporting a heavy spear, swayed precariously.

Nightingale leaned against a rock pillar, laboriously reloading her empty magazine, keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings.

A drowsy figure emerged from the shadows, his face ashen, barely able to stand.

On the battlefield, the demon offensive in this area was briefly thrown into chaos by the fall of its commander.

But no one paid him any attention; they continued to stare at the claws.

They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Claw had given up his suicidal act and seemed no longer affected by the blood in his body, becoming calm and quiet.

The sudden escape caused Shadow to kneel down.

The commander's death did not deter the surrounding demons from swarming in. They immediately began shouting wildly, dragging their weapons, ready to attack and kill the group.

Previously, due to the suppression of the legendary demon, these demons dared not recklessly seize the Eye Demon's resources.

But now that the Eye Demon is dead, they are qualified to fight for this prey.

Several condensed holy light bombs blasted over, instantly clearing away the evil demons surrounding everyone.

Two minotaurs, each wielding a massive totem pole, charged forward and appeared beside them. The totem pole swept across, knocking away the corpses of demons and some struggling demons, while one of them carried two on his shoulder.

A dwarf also took the opportunity to run over; his short legs seemed to have no effect on his speed, and he carried sharp claws.

The three unexpected supplies directly led the Witcher squad members away from the deeper parts of the battlefield.

Because of the commander's surprise attack and annihilation here, the surrounding demons fell into normal chaotic charges again.

And like a tidal wave, it surged toward the three retreating men, attempting to overwhelm them.

Then, due to the excessive accumulation, a large area was wiped out by various area-of-effect damage spells that had been prepared beforehand.

There was no one to command.

Although the number of demons remained the same, their attacks were no longer predictable and were no longer as intense as before.

The distant roar of divine battles still shook the earth, but at this moment, on this small battlefield, there were only heavy breathing sounds and the "drip-drip" of pus.

At the edge of the battlefield, the distorted light flickered slightly. "That captain is quite interesting; he actually broke through to the legendary level at this crucial moment. Let me see."

The doll's eyes gleamed.

Data related to the Night's Watch legends seems easy to retrieve.

"It's incredibly interesting that a demon-blooded witcher has awakened the rules related to protection. What a determined individual."

Kana's voice was filled with undisguised praise.

It is precisely this contrast that makes people lean towards order.

"Their struggles and choices added a... glimmer of light to this filthy land."

Apis's gaze swept over the heavily injured squad, finally settling on Claw, who was protected by the data membrane and struggling against the raging bloodline within him.

The figure slowly blended into the deeper shadows and disappeared.

Kana's alchemical doll also disappeared.

This first-time Witcher team has already proven themselves and doesn't need much attention anymore.

However, some potential problems still exist, and further minor adjustments will be needed.

The winds of the abyss still carry sulfur and blood, blowing across this scorched earth now adorned with the remains of a legendary demon.

The pungent smell of sulfur and the heavy stench of blood were briefly dispelled by a refreshing scent of herbs mixed with disinfectant.

The five members of the Shadow Squad, along with the dwarf and tauren warriors carrying them, were quickly settled in a relatively safe temporary medical point behind the city walls.

Here, only a few dozen meters away from the bustling battle line, the roars of demons and the clash of weapons could still be clearly heard, but the thick barrier of order and the healers running back and forth formed an emergency sanctuary.

Almost the instant they landed, a healing squad of several priests dressed in the standard white robes of the Night's Watch with gold trim surrounded them.

Leading the group was a middle-aged female priest with a calm face and sharp eyes; the badge on her chest indicated that she came from the medical division of the Night's Watch headquarters.

"Well done, brothers! That Eye Demon is a tough nut to crack!"

A dwarven shield guard, his face smeared with blood and panting from stepping down from the front ranks, passed by and saw the Shadow Squad that had been rescued.

Especially when he sensed the new power fluctuations emanating from Shadow's body, which were not yet fully subdued and surged as deeply as molten lava veins, he roared loudly.

He then extended his blood-stained fist and pounded it heavily on the unscathed right shoulder.

"Hey! A newly crowned legend! Congratulations! This is what the Abyss should look like!"

His voice was loud and clear, carrying the straightforwardness and appreciation unique to the battlefield.

The surrounding warriors, whether Night's Watch members or soldiers of Bloodbath Fortress, instinctively cast their gazes toward them.

The decapitation strike by the commander, Eye Demon, was like a boulder thrown into deep water on the chaotic battlefield; the ripples it created could be felt by the defenders of this city wall.

In particular, the legendary aura emanating from Shadow was undeniable, like a new star rising in the darkness, strikingly conspicuous.

After all, he had just broken through and was not yet able to control his aura.

In the abyss, the aura of legend is not rare; almost everyone has felt it to some extent.

The middle-aged female pastor ignored the dwarf's boisterous congratulations and moved with lightning speed.

Without a word, she took out five vials of medicine that shimmered with a pale gold fluorescence from her medical bag at her waist—these were the "powerful purification medicines" that were produced in small quantities and had obvious side effects.

"Open your mouth!" Her voice carried an unquestionable command.

Shadow, Nightingale, Rock, Sleep, and Claw, which the dwarf had placed down and whose body was still twitching slightly and wrapped in a barely perceptible silver data membrane, were all forcibly given a dose.

As soon as the medicine entered my throat, an extremely intense, sharp pain, as if countless tiny ice needles were frantically piercing my blood vessels and nerve endings, instantly swept through my entire body, accompanied by severe nausea and dizziness.

This is a violent rejection reaction caused by the medicine forcibly stripping away and purifying the abyssal pollution attached to the flesh and soul.

Nightingale let out a muffled groan, her face turning deathly pale; Rock gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead; Sleepy curled up in pain; Shadow also frowned at the sudden, intense stimulation.

However, the effect was immediate.

The restless, almost bursting dark purple demonic patterns on Claw's body dimmed and faded at a visible speed.

His violently convulsing body gradually calmed down, and the frenzied bloodlust in his eyes was replaced by intense pain and exhaustion. Although he was still weak, the consciousness belonging to "Claws" once again took over.

The abyssal filth that clung to the others also diminished significantly, easing the heavy, oppressive feeling in their minds.

"Bear with it, this is the necessary price to pay."

The pastor's voice remained calm, but her movements became faster.

Her hands shone with a soft yet firm holy light, which washed over the five people's most severe wounds like a warm tide.

After the petrification of the Shadowwalker faded, it left behind a deep shoulder wound that exposed bone and charred holes under its ribs. Under the soothing light, the muscle tissue began to regenerate rapidly.

The Nightingale's internal injuries, the bruises and cracks under the heavy armor of the rock, the soul tremors from the seven orifices of the drowsy man, and the internal tears caused by the violent impact of the bloodline in the claws, all stabilized and healed rapidly under the power of the holy light.

After the Holy Light treatment ended, five more healing potions of different colors were precisely injected into their arms.

Cool energy flowed throughout his body, repairing the internal injuries that the holy light could not fully cover, and replenishing his severely depleted physical strength.

In less than five minutes, the team, which had been on the verge of collapse and seriously injured, had stabilized. Although they were all pale and exhausted, their injuries were under control and they were out of danger.

"Alright, you're out of danger. Now you can rest well and adapt to your new power."

The female pastor put away her tools, then looked up at Yingzong, a gentle and sincere smile on her face.

"Congratulations, Captain Shadow. Your breakthrough on the battlefield of the Abyss has reached the legendary level..."

"This will and opportunity are admirable. You have added another true legendary guardian to our Night's Watch."

Her congratulations carried the simplicity and weight of a professional.

Yingzong was still somewhat dazed. He subconsciously looked at his hands, feeling the power surging within him, a power completely different from before.

It was a feeling of weight, resilience, like the earth bearing everything, yet containing the explosive power of a landslide.

Even more remarkably, he could clearly sense the presence of the rocks around him, the nightingale, the drowsy creature, and even the claws that had just escaped danger.

Their breathing, their heartbeats, the energy flowing through their bodies—all resonated subtly with him.

It was as if their resilience would give him strength in return, and his presence was like an invisible shield, providing them with spiritual support and stability.

Is this the "Oath of Protection" that he just comprehended in his desperate situation?

He protects his comrades, and the existence and will of his comrades will become the foundation of his power...

This power is still vague and immature, yet it holds infinite possibilities.

Only now did he truly realize that he had actually advanced to the legendary level.

To be honest, he didn't feel much of a sense of reality, especially when he was on the battlefield. (End of Chapter)