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

The casket, its interior ablaze with icy blue flames, was completely exposed to the air, emanating a chilling aura befitting the dead.

Even after the heatwave subsided, the Death Knight remained standing. No matter how severe his injuries, as long as his life casket remained intact, he still had the ability to move.

Gunnar was about to deliver the final blow and completely destroy the half-crippled undead creature before him when his keen hearing caught Penny's shouts from behind.

Turning around, I saw a brown-haired boy stepping on skulls as he strode towards the edge of the white bone wave, carrying a communication device that emitted a faint glow in his arms.

A mountain of achievements is beckoning him.

The only Death Knight who could threaten him was paralyzed, leaving only two Level 1 Apprentices present. Nothing could hinder him from contacting the Black Sun Tower and claiming the credit.

The raised right paw unconsciously lowered, and a restlessness arose within him as he began to ponder how to distribute the merits that were about to be his.

Inside the Black Sun Tower, for formal wizards, merit is the measure of everything; the resources a Black Tower wizard can obtain are closely related to his merit.

The first step is to exchange for a higher position!

Gunnar was eager to get started. His original position was extremely low, mostly leading teams to complete tasks. However, with the outbreak of war approaching, he was chosen because wizards with experience in leading apprentices were needed to be recruited.

This job is extremely time-consuming, with a single mission typically lasting for several weeks. The people you deal with on a daily basis are lowly apprentices, and most importantly, the credit you receive for each mission you lead is pitifully small.

After a month, I only earned half as much as the guys in the apprentice area. It was urgent to find a more relaxed position with more monthly credits.

The next step is to exchange for the corresponding resources, advance to the third-tier wizard level, and acquire the bloodline of a third-tier extraordinary creature.

Generally speaking, the amount of merit is basically linked to a person's strength and ability to handle various matters.

Wizards with greater strength and ability can accumulate merits and naturally climb to higher positions.

Of course, there is an exception: if someone is not strong enough, but gains a lot of merit due to certain conditions, they can directly exchange it for a higher position, and then use the merit to exchange for corresponding resources to enhance their strength.

The undead source seed, the transformation of Vermilan into a fallen lich, and Aislin's attempt to seize the source seed... How much merit can these stories earn?

Gunnar's heart was in turmoil, and a strange feeling appeared; the black scales on his body contracted slightly.

Maintaining his dragon form for an extended period, coupled with the continuous output of magic to dispel negative energy particles, has caused Gunnar's remaining magic power to run out.

A surge of murderous intent erupted. Should he use his remaining magic power to maintain his dragon form and finish off the two first-level apprentices in front of him?

After much deliberation, Gunnar slowly deactivated his dragon form, deciding to reserve some magic power as a precaution to deal with any unforeseen circumstances.

If another Death Knight suddenly appears, it will be very difficult to deal with without magic.

They were just two first-level apprentices. Although one of them had a physique far superior to that of an ordinary person, his own physique was still far superior to his, not to mention that he also had a trace of magic power.

Even if the two suddenly attacked, it wouldn't be a problem at all; they were just ants that could be crushed with a flick of their wrist.

By constantly dodging and quickly stepping on the skeletons, Lorne, whom Gunnar regarded as an ant, finally escaped the dense horde of skeletons.

Only when his feet were firmly planted on solid ground did Lorne dare to breathe freely.

If you're not careful, you could fall into a horde of skeletons... This feeling of teetering on the edge of danger is truly terrifying.

No sooner had they escaped danger than trouble struck again, with a burly, one-armed figure standing not far from the open space.

"Boy, hand over the communication device!" Gunnar stretched out his right hand, speaking urgently and in a seductive tone, "Give me the communication device, and I'll take you away from Wal Manor."

When the topic of leaving Wall Manor came up, Penny seemed quite interested. She opened her round lips but didn't speak, instead looking at the brown-haired boy in front of her with a questioning gaze.

The dried bloodstains on the brown-haired boy's body were soaked with sweat, and blood mixed with sweat kept dripping to the ground.

Lorne did not make a decision, and Penny did not dare to act rashly. After spending several time together, she had already regarded the young man in front of her as her pillar of support.

"Come on, hand it over to me quickly, the newly formed skeletons will soon surround us." Gunnar persuaded patiently, his outstretched right hand twitching slightly, a trace of magic spreading outwards without leaving a trace.

The bones made a "crackling" sound as the skeleton wielding a sword and shield drew ever closer.

Lorne gently raised his cold eyes and slowly extended his right hand.

"That's right, just put it down gently!" Gunnar was excited, his eyes fixed on the communication device in the boy's hand.

Ten meters, five meters, the skeleton is getting closer and closer...

"Hurry up, the skeletons will surround us soon!" Gunnar was anxious. The boy in front of him wouldn't make any further moves, so he could only speed up the extension of his magic power.

A whooshing sound rang out, and a sword-and-shield skeleton was already close to Lorne, who was still standing still.

Penny's heart tightened, but she didn't interfere; she trusted that Lorne would make his own decision.

"Danger is right behind you!"

With a roar from Gunnar, Lorne moved.

He nimbly twisted his body to dodge the vertical slash of the sword-and-shield skeleton, while forcefully throwing the communication device in his hand.

"If you want it so badly, then go pick it up!"

The moment the communication device was thrown out, a suffocating feeling came over him as Gunnar's magic enveloped Lorne.

Unable to erase Lorne's life, Gunnar's eyes were filled only with the communication device that had been flung away. He withdrew his magic and lunged forward to reach for the square core that was emitting a faint glow in the air with his right hand.

Because he was distracted by controlling his magic, he couldn't keep up with the speed and the communication device just missed him.

"These achievements are all mine!"

The thought of the boundless achievements, higher positions, and countless resources that were within his grasp made Gunnar unable to suppress his impulse any longer. He lost his mind and pounced on it like a wild beast.

"Bang!" The communication device landed on the ground.

"Thump!" Gunnar, as massive as a mountain of flesh, lunged at the communication device.

The achievement... is mine now! Amidst the excitement, a sense of impending death loomed over me.

Gunnar caught a glimpse of a pool of solidified molten iron next to where the communication device had landed.

This is?

The Death Knight, missing half his body, raised his incredibly heavy rune sword high with one hand, aimed at Gunnar's body, and brought it down heavily.

You little bastard!

He cursed under his breath and used his right arm to prop himself up and dodge back.

In a flash, Gunnar's constricted pupils rapidly reflected a handsome young face stained with blood.

"Whoosh!"

Lorne, with the power of three stacks reversed, grabbed the broad body with unstoppable force and pushed it forward.

"You insignificant ant, how can you unleash such power? This..."

Before the words were finished—

"boom!"

The runic sword, raised high, fell, blood splattering everywhere...