Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 149 The Fighting Style of the Rich

Looking at the merfolk in the temple hall who seemed to have been corrupted by the power of the evil god, Vesemir's expression turned grave as he addressed the crowd:

"The evil god's power is very strong. These fishmen have been corrupted by the evil god's power. Be careful, the enemy is about to attack."

Wayne's expression was also solemn. These half-fish people had all become so strange, which was obviously very abnormal. The power of the evil god was not so easy to withstand. It was estimated that even if they did not die under the witcher's sword, they would become sacrifices to the evil god afterward because they could not withstand this power.

They are likely to face a tough battle, judging by the size of these monsters, their combat power has obviously increased by several levels.

If the two sides clash recklessly as before, the six witchers in the front row alone will certainly not be able to protect the sorceress's safety.

Fortunately, Wayne had anticipated this situation of overwhelming numerical superiority, and he immediately shouted loudly to Vesemir and the others:

"Proceed according to plan. Don't try to save me any money. Safety is the top priority."

As Wayne shouted, the evil god's clone standing at the very back of the merfolk seemed to receive the signal and immediately let out a terrifying whisper that sounded like a murmur. An invisible force erupted from it within the temple.

Upon hearing this voice, all the witchers and sorceresses, including Wayne, felt as if their brains had been struck by some kind of mental force.

It was as if a powerful force was pulling their souls out of their bodies. Accompanied by excruciating pain and blurred consciousness, everyone lost control of their bodies.

The merfolk priests who were waving their staffs all stopped at the same time, then exploded into clouds of blood mist, carrying the last of the evil god's power, transforming into countless streaks of blood-red energy that burrowed into the bodies of the merfolk warriors in front.

The merfolk seemed to be injected with even greater power, their bodies began to swell even larger, and even more violent power surged from their bodies.

Suddenly, Triss screamed from the back of the crowd.

She was maintaining the operation of the underwater barrier when her brain was suddenly interfered with by the evil god's spiritual power. Not only were her soul and consciousness impacted by the evil god, but her body was also out of control, and she could no longer control the chaotic magic power within her.

The underwater barrier she had painstakingly maintained experienced a massive upheaval, and the changes in the barrier triggered a backlash of magic within her, causing Triss's face to suddenly turn extremely pale, and she collapsed backward, foaming at the mouth.

As Triss collapsed, the underwater barrier surrounding everyone immediately tightened, and millions of tons of lake water poured down on them as if it had found an outlet.

Just then, a divine energy suddenly erupted from Wayne's brow, not only expelling the evil god's spiritual power from his brain and restoring his consciousness, but also forming a short and beautiful melody around him, which entered the ears of everyone around him.

Wayne could tell that the voice humming this melody was that of the Lake Goddess.

However, at this moment, he had no time to think about anything else. Faced with the lake water pressing down on them from all directions, Wayne made a decision instantly.

He formed a hand seal, instantly tracing the posture of the Quen seal, and mobilized all the magic power in his body, pushing it forcefully upwards.

A massive Quen shield, roughly ten meters in diameter, appeared above his head, protecting him and the other three sorceresses and demon hunter brothers.

Compared to the underwater barrier previously created by the sorceresses, the area that the Quen Shield could protect was more than ten times smaller. This was not because Wayne's magical power was that much different from that of the sorceresses.

The main reason is that Quen Shield is just a trick-level spell, without even a basic incantation, and it can't even be called a spell. If Wayne hadn't learned a lot about spells during this time, he wouldn't even be able to strengthen Quen Shield by casting spells with both hands.

The underwater barrier is an improvement on the underwater conditions based on special magical laws. The two are not comparable in their use of chaotic magic.

To maintain the Quen Shield, Wayne began channeling all the chaotic magic within his body into his hands without regard for consumption. The violent magic even caused several cracks to appear on the skin of his hands.

Unfortunately, even so, Wayne's power was still quite insignificant in the face of the surging lake water. He felt an unimaginable force in an instant, and the Quen shield he was maintaining made a cracking sound as if it were a tangible object. The entire semi-circular shield seemed to be compressed several times, and the speed at which the chaotic magic was consumed was unimaginable.

It felt as if all the mutated organs in his body were burning, and a strong smell of blood rushed into his throat and nasal cavity, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Fortunately, he has now become a Source Mage. If he were still in his previous body, he would probably have been sent flying and swept into the lake the moment the lake water collided with the Quen shield.

This was the first time Wayne had felt injured since his transmigration, and the injury was quite serious. His whole body began to ache intensely, and his mutated organs were working overtime and under the pressure of the lake water. He even felt his bones cracking, as if a huge force was gripping his body and trying to crush him into mincemeat.

Even though it was so painful, he had to persevere for the safety of his companions. Everyone around him had come on his behalf for this mission, and he had a responsibility to protect them. He didn't want anyone to suffer permanent damage during this mission.

Fortunately, the blessing from the goddess of the lake was quite powerful; to the accompaniment of that beautiful melody, everyone broke free from the mental attack of the evil god.

Triss had lost her fighting ability due to the backlash of magic and had fallen into a coma. Kayla had not yet recovered from the mental shock of the evil god. Among the sorceresses, only Yennefer was the first to regain consciousness.

Seeing Wayne's miserable state, she said nothing, gritted her teeth, endured the physical pain, and began to cast the spell again to construct a new underwater barrier.

The other demon hunters also snapped out of their daze and saw Wayne struggling to maintain the Quen shield, his face contorted in pain and rage.

Unfortunately, they could only watch helplessly. Their limited magical knowledge left them with no way to help Wayne or Yennefer change the current situation.

Fortunately, Yennefer was an extremely talented sorceress. Even in the face of such a dangerous situation, she did not make any mistakes in her haste. Instead, she quickly restored the underwater barrier, pushing back the surging lake water and relieving the crisis above everyone's heads.

The pressure on Wayne suddenly eased, but even greater pain followed. Ignoring his injuries, he shouted to the crowd:

"Kayla, be careful with the protective barrier."

"Everyone else, prepare the North Wind bombs as planned and carry out saturation bombing."

Upon hearing this, Kayla, though still somewhat dazed, instinctively began chanting incantations, preparing to construct a sturdy protective shield in front of everyone.

Meanwhile, the other witchers steadied themselves, reached into their pouches to pull out the North Wind Bombs they had prepared beforehand, turned them on, and entered the stage of being ready to be detonated at any time.

Yes, while other alchemical bombs may not be usable underwater, the North Wind Bomb, which relies on the power of ice to freeze enemies, will not only not be less powerful when used underwater, but will cause more damage due to its special function.

While Wayne was suffering from the pain of his injuries, the mutated merfolk opposite him had completed their final transformation and launched a fierce attack on the group.

After being infused with a large amount of evil god power, these merfolk seemed to have completely lost their rationality. Strange tentacles grew all over their bodies, their eyes turned bloodshot, and they swarmed towards the crowd like flies that had smelled blood.

This situation was exactly what everyone wanted, and in the brief moment when these mutated half-fishmen rushed over, more than a dozen North Wind Bombs were thrown out.

The master witchers were very experienced, and all the North Wind Bombs were scattered precisely around the mutated merfolk. After they threw the bombs, the sorceress Kayla immediately completed her spell, and with a loud shout, she erected a shield in front of everyone to resist the cold.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

In an instant, the extremely cold temperature spread out from the North Wind bombs and spread through the lake at an extremely rapid speed.

In less than ten seconds, the lake water in front of everyone was frozen, and most of the mutated merfolk in the temple were encased in huge blocks of ice.

Their expressions, their movements, and their bodies were all like statues, unable to move any further in the ice.

As cold-blooded creatures living underwater, being frozen in ice may not kill them, but the frigid temperature will quickly take away the heat from their bodies, causing their bodies, blood, and even brains to enter a state of sluggish dormancy.

However, not all the mutated merfolk were frozen by this wave of North Wind Bombs. Some of the slower-moving merfolk did not enter the freezing range and escaped death. Driven by the power of the evil god, they knew nothing of fear or reason. They bypassed their frozen companions and tried to continue attacking the group from other directions.

Unfortunately, they clearly underestimated Wayne's financial power. When the other mutated companion fishmen came around from other directions, Vesemir and the others took out some unused North Wind Bombs and threw them at their side.

As one of the more expensive alchemical bombs, each North Wind bomb costs about thirty Orens to make. So, despite the fact that it took less than ten minutes, almost a thousand Orens had already been thrown out by the crowd.

Fortunately, you get what you pay for. The way the rich fight is simple and unpretentious. After thousands of Oren were thrown out, almost all the mutated half-fishmen were frozen in ice.

Although they are not completely dead, at least for the short term, these guys are no longer a threat to Wayne and the others.

Wayne used his steel sword to prop himself up, but as soon as he stood up, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He took out a bottle of healing potion he had obtained from the druid elder from his pouch, and another bottle of intermediate healing potion he had drawn from the system. He gulped down both bottles, then pointed at the giant evil god's avatar, now reduced to a lone commander, and shouted:

"There's no time to delay."

"Take down the evil god's clone first, otherwise no one knows what other trouble it might cause."

After saying that, Wayne sensed the remaining blessing power of the goddess of the lake on his forehead, mobilized his spirit, and activated it once again.

In an instant, everyone was enveloped in a holy radiance, granting them temporary immunity to the mental interference of the evil god's clone.

George of the Griffin School was the bravest among them. In order to kill the evil god, he risked his life and took the lead in drinking a bottle of underwater breathing potion. With a roar, he broke out of the underwater barrier and swam towards the location of the evil god.

Not to be outdone, the other members of the Wolf School followed suit, forming a total of six witchers, including Vesemir. They surrounded the avatar of the evil god from different directions.

Although fighting underwater is a significant disadvantage for Witchers, six Witcher Masters could probably put up a fight against a monster, let alone an avatar of a god, or even the god itself.

Unfortunately, due to his severe injuries, Wayne could only stay obediently in the underwater barrier for this final battle, watching helplessly as Kayla, the only one with remaining strength, joined forces with her fellow Witcher comrades to deal with the final evil god clone.

All he could do was go to Triss's side, who was also unconscious due to the backlash of magic, and feed the poor little monster some intermediate healing potion mouth-to-mouth.

Only this kind of intermediate healing potion from the world of Azeroth does not contain chaotic magic, so it will not be unable to be absorbed by Triss, who is sensitive to magic.

(End of this chapter)