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

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Gunnar didn't even have time to switch his magic and activate his dragon form before the heavy runic greatsword fell with tremendous force, and his head exploded like a watermelon split open.

In this world, arrogance and greed are the original sins!

Never underestimate any potential threat around you, and never become complacent or lose your sense of awe when success is within reach.

Lorne, having dealt with Gunnar, dared not rest for a moment. He knew that they were still surrounded by a horde of skeletons, and the Death Knights were only incapacitated, not incapable of fighting.

The negative energy particles banished by magic once again covered the area, and the methods of casting various spells naturally returned.

Even if we successfully resolve the major problem of Gunnar, the current situation still demands immediate attention.

Lorne snatched the communication device from Gunnar's right hand, quickly removed the two rings from his fingers, and stuffed them into the Moonlight Bag.

As for the items he was carrying, there was no chance to search them carefully, so he had to give up.

However, formal wizards usually don't carry good things with them; they store them in storage rings, so there's no need to feel particularly sorry about it.

"We need to get out of the abyss as soon as possible..." Lorne took off running and grabbed Penny, who was still standing there in a daze.

A first-level apprentice...killed a second-tier bloodline wizard. Although there were many external factors involved, it was still unbelievable.

The difference between the two is no less than that between an ant and an elephant. If an ant killed an elephant, who would believe it?

"The most precious thing a bloodline wizard possesses is the bloodline of an extraordinary creature, Gunnar's, which is the bloodline of the Earth Vein Dragon Lizard."

Only after the handsome young man's bloodied hand took hers did Penny seem to wake from a dream and remind her.

"It doesn't matter anymore, survival is the priority." Lorne glanced back at the headless corpse buried in bones.

Poor Gunnar, he died without ever knowing that his apprentice had also died tragically at the hands of Lorne.

However, perhaps in his heart, he and his so-called apprentice never had any feelings for each other, but were simply judged by their mutual value.

The Great Han craved power, and Gunnar needed to test his ideas; their relationship was more of a transaction than a master-disciple one.

After killing the two men, Lorne quickly began to plan in his mind.

Quickly escape the abyss, find a safe place, use the communication device to send the message back to Black Sun Tower, and leave Wall Manor again.

After returning to the Black Tower, I knew nothing about the Great Han and Gunnar!

He had only found the communication device in the abyss and brought it out, which was how he contacted the Black Tower.

The Great Han was overwhelmed by the horde of skeletons, and Gunnar died at the hands of the Death Knights, well... there's nothing wrong with that.

Penny, who was standing next to him, witnessed the whole process. Based on his previous experience and her actions, Lorne believed that this girl with the ahoge wouldn't betray him. But people's hearts are unpredictable, and who can be 100% sure?

While the Black Tower wouldn't interfere with the wizards' private duels outside the Black Sun Tower, these are indeed extraordinary times. Killing the official wizard leading a conscription team during a recruitment drive might be acceptable if undetected, but if it comes to light...

Why not just abandon her in the abyss?

不 ...

Haven't we learned enough lessons from the previous elven settlements?

This hidden danger must be completely eliminated!

A chilling killing intent crept into his heart, and the muscles in the hand that was holding the girl with the ahoge trembled violently.

Penny, who was following the hurried pace, suddenly met a pair of cold eyes, and her breath caught in her throat.

"I...didn't see anything. Gunnar was distracted in his fight with the Death Knight and ended up having his head smashed by a sword."

Penny's mind raced, and she immediately understood what Lorne meant by this.

"You can't guarantee that, can you?" Lorne's calm words hung in Penny's mind like a death knell.

"No..." Penny paused, then frantically pulled a scroll from her storage bag: "I can sign a soul contract with you."

Soul Contract?

Lorne was no stranger to her; he had signed a contract with Lady Elena once before.

With this guarantee, it can be ensured that Penny will not reveal that she killed Gunnar... Lorne's killing intent subsided, and his strength gradually dissipated.

Just as he was about to accept the soul contract, a deafening roar erupted from the very center of the abyss.

The vast army of skeletons instantly scattered across the ground, and the flames on the phylactery of the Death Knights behind them went out, scattering into pieces of armor.

A cacophony of sounds suddenly echoed from the abyss.

Has the battle between Aislin and the Fallen Lich come to an end? Has the Undead Source been taken?

Lorne's thoughts were racing. He snatched the Soul Contract, stuffed it into his Moonlight Bag, and climbed the cliff.

"Get out of the abyss quickly!"

Regardless of the specific circumstances, the first thing to do is to run away, as far as you can.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, the fireflies that filled the abyss suddenly gathered around Lorne, lifting him up and moving him toward the very center.

What's going on?!

Caught off guard, Lorne began to struggle violently, but the fireflies wrapped around his body were like invisible giant hands, holding him firmly in place and rendering him unable to move.

Soon, Lorne arrived at the very center of the abyss, carried by the fireflies.

A transparent ice crystal coffin suddenly floated in mid-air, its lid covered with fine cracks, and a withered skeleton could be faintly seen inside.

Below that was a towering bronze pillar, and the darkness around both of them swirled and pulsed like living things.

Suddenly brought to the skies above this battlefield, Lorne felt nothing but confusion and fear.

"I never expected you could kill Gunnar."

A young face emerged from the cluster of fireflies; it was Aislin.

Compared to before, the seventh seat of the Forest of Fireflies could hardly hide the fatigue in his expression. He even had difficulty maintaining his human form, and the gathered fireflies could barely make out the general outline of his body. His light was much dimmer.

"Lord Aislin, you once said you would spare my life..." Faced with this invincible enemy, a sense of despair arose in Lorne's heart.

First came the giant, then the horde of skeletons, and then Gunnar. Their strength was already exhausted, and they had reached the end of their rope.

In this state, facing Lorne's overwhelming strength, he couldn't think of any way to deal with the situation. Or rather, under the absolute suppression of power, any plan would be futile.

"You can only blame your bad luck." The fireflies binding Lorne suddenly disappeared, and his body fell helplessly downwards under the influence of gravity.

The dark mist emanating from the ice coffin below, and the invisible domain of rules surrounding the eternally frozen coffin, continued to operate.

Aislin cast a detached glance at him, as if he were watching an ant struggle before its death.

Under the glow of fireflies, he could perceive everything that happened in the abyss. The brown-haired boy overcame the burly man and killed Gunnar through scheming... It must be said that this first-level apprentice with unique skills had done his best to survive in the cracks.

Unfortunately, the attempt to forcibly seize the undead source seed failed, so I must block the news from here and return to the Forest of Fireflies to regroup before trying again.

This time, he was really going to die... Lorne's body fell limply downwards, having no way to resist Aislin, who was determined to kill him.

From any perspective, there was no chance of survival.

If Aisling had intervened, he would have died the moment he was enveloped in fireflies.

Letting himself die at the hands of the lich was his final act of mercy towards me...

As death approached, Lorne showed no panic or despair, but instead met Aislin's indomitable gaze.

He just felt resentful.

Since I came into this world, I have given my all every time, but in the end, I still cannot escape the fate of death?

Oh well...

He'll be a hero again in his next life.

Lorne closed his eyes and let his body fall toward "death".

My experiences after coming into this world flashed through my mind like a series of images.

Vol's Manor... Black Sun Tower... Resource Zone... Elf Settlement...

"Mr. Sodrion, Theodore, I have broken my promise."

The laws representing silent death flowed, darkness spread, and as Lorne was about to enter the laws surrounding the eternally frozen coffin, life was about to be gently brushed away like a feather.

The bronze pillar standing on the ground emitted a blinding light, and three semi-transparent figures flashed past...

...a little boy, a girl, a blond boy.