Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

Lorne's expression became blank, and his body trembled slightly beneath his robes.

The fireflies gathered into a giant human figure, illuminating his astonished face inch by inch.

Why would a formal wizard from the Forest of Fireflies come to Wall Manor?

A face gradually emerged from the ball of light. It was completely out of place with the person's clothes. It was very young, and looked to be only a teenager, but it had an amazing aura.

Compared to facing Hyman, this wizard in front of me did not hold any staff; he simply stood quietly, not releasing any magic, yet instilling despair in everyone.

Lorne had no thought of fighting back or escaping; rather than wanting to move, he was simply unable to move.

The young wizard, surrounded by fireflies, fixed his gaze on him with indifferent eyes.

The drifting fireflies only lightly brushed against the skin, yet felt like a sharp sword hanging overhead.

The moment the other party makes a move, the rope snaps, the sword falls, and one's fate is sealed...death!

Lorne wasn't the only one who felt the same way; Penny did too. She held her breath, staring at that young face with despair.

"The seventh seat of the Forest of Fireflies—Aislin." The young wizard's first words were his self-introduction.

Lorne felt ice-cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his blood had frozen.

A full-fledged wizard in the Forest of Fireflies!

It seems his status is not low...

Shouldn't someone of that caliber be engaged in a fierce battle with the Black Tower Wizards on the front lines? How did they end up at Vol Manor?

Lorne dared not waste any time thinking, and instead bowed respectfully: "Lord Aislin."

"I suppose you wouldn't be interested in two small fry from a rival force, would you? Crushing two ants with a flick of your finger is pointless..."

"I've only just joined Black Sun Tower, and I don't have a deep sense of identification with Black Tower's ideology. I can leave at any time."

Aislin looked at Lorne, who was desperate to survive, with a hint of mockery, and gently raised his hand and waved it.

The magical shuttle and the fireflies surrounding the two people turned into streams of light and dissipated.

"That depends on whether you have any value to me after you survive."

The premonition of death that had been weighing on his heart gradually faded, and Lorne finally breathed a sigh of relief, immediately beginning to betray:

"We don't know the specific purpose of our visit to Wall Manor. We're just following the bloodline wizard who's leading the group. He seems to be searching for something within the manor... If you're interested, I can take you to him..."

Penny stared wide-eyed at the scene, then immediately lowered her head to hide her surprise.

Wasn't the purpose of everyone coming to Wall Manor to clean up the battlefield and retrieve items? Why is Lorne saying this to this young wizard...?

Upon hearing the mention of what they were looking for, Aislin immediately became interested, stroking his clean-shaven chin: "No way..."

"Could it really be as the intelligence reports... that Vermilan perished at Wall Manor with the Source Seed?"

He spoke to himself, pondering and thinking in place.

"Origin?" Lorne keenly caught the word, surprised that he had actually guessed correctly...

Gunnar's previous words were very unusual. If it is really as the recruitment content says, then there must be corresponding tools to clean up the battlefield and retrieve items, right?

But the fact that Gunnar only sent a few defenseless people into Wall Manor to explore speaks volumes about what's unusual about it.

Given that the high-ranking wizard from the Forest of Fireflies suddenly arrived at Wall Manor, the post-war cleanup was not the purpose of this recruitment at all!

"...No wonder they didn't dare send any stronger guys over, and instead let a few bugs sneak in..."

Aislin continued muttering to himself.

Lorne overheard most of what was said and, as he began to consider countermeasures, he unconsciously compared himself to another wizard from the Forest of Fireflies.

An old man in a black robe.

In every respect, this Aislin is far more terrifying than the old man in black robes.

Neither of them had used magic, but Aislin gave off an aura of despair, as if there was no way to escape from the other's grasp.

At this point, their only hope is that Gunnar can hold off Aislin for a while, giving them time to escape.

The problem with the old man in black robes hadn't been resolved yet, and now he'd gotten himself into trouble with someone even more powerful... Lorne couldn't help but lament his bad luck.

After sorting out his thoughts, Aislin looked at Lorne again with a hint of... fanaticism?

"Take me to the bloodline wizard you mentioned, and I might spare your life."

"Yes, Lord Aislin."

Aislin gently raised his palm, and countless fireflies descended, converging into two waves that flowed towards Lorne and Penny's feet, gently lifting them up and sending them flying into the air.

This method of flight subconsciously reminded Lorne of the spell "Windwalk" cast by Sodrion, which was also of this type.

However, Esslin was much faster than Sodrion, achieving the goal in the blink of an eye.

After sending the two into the air, his body transformed into flowing fireflies and moved rapidly.

Lorne pointed out the general direction above.

"Wait a moment."

Just before the three were about to enter the Wall Manor, the firefly clusters beneath Lorne and Penny's feet changed from a flowing state to a vortex state, and the two were briefly lifted into the air.

Aislin transformed back into human form and reached out with his right hand to grab at the air in the direction of the magic shuttle.

The ground beneath the flying magic shuttle emitted an incredibly heavy rumbling sound.

A violent tremor!

The ground undulated like the sea, and one after another, giant tree roots broke through the soil, carrying tons of soil and rocks, rushing straight towards the flying shuttle.

The crunching sound of something being crushed by immense force!

Those roots, seemingly possessing vibrant life, burrowed into the shuttle's surface metal, deck, and control core like a giant python hunting its prey...

The shuttle's abdominal keel was instantly pierced by the thickest root.

A violent explosion!

Amidst the dense network of roots, the shuttle made its final struggle, bursting forth with a blinding light like a dying star, before being engulfed by the entangled tree roots.

Penny's mouth was slightly open, her mind blank, and she didn't know what to say.

Aislin... is at least a third-tier wizard... Lorne has no way to compare, but judging from his casual strike alone, the destructive power has surpassed that of most formal wizards, and he didn't even feel a slight fluctuation of magic power.

In any case, he is definitely much more terrifying than Gunnar, and killing this bloodline wizard might be as easy as crushing an ant.

We must rethink our strategy!

After much thought, Lorne had no way to deal with it. In the face of absolute power, no tricks would work.

The feeling of despair in my heart gradually intensified.

"Snap—" Aislin snapped his fingers lightly.

"boom!"

The layers of giant tree roots burst open, revealing that the towering magical shuttle was no longer visible inside.

Lorne's pupils suddenly contracted.

Fireflies flew outwards in countless bursts...

Even the night sky directly above was faintly illuminated.