Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 202 Slaughtering the Military Camp and Powerful Skill Feats

There were indeed 150 troops outside the city of Faybot. From a distance, the simple wooden camp, surrounded by more than 20 tents, had watchtowers and training grounds, but no wooden walls.

It was dinnertime, and with Wayne's eyesight, he could clearly see the smoke from the soldiers' cooking fires rising in the center of the camp, clearly as they were replenishing their energy for the night's operations.

But these guys didn't know that before they picked up their knives and harmed innocent civilians, an even sharper knife was about to fall on their heads.

After bidding farewell to Francesca, Wayne quietly approached the vicinity of the military camp alone. After a brief discussion, he decided to entrust the task of rescuing the refugees to the sorceress, which would also allow him to see how the system's scoring rules were determined. His mission for tonight was to completely crush this army.

After finding a suitable location, Wayne did not immediately launch an attack. As if he were going to carry out a Witcher's commission, he took out five potions from his spatial bracelet: Swallow, Tawny Owl, Wolf, Thunder, and Malipo Forest, all of which were enhancement potions that could increase combat power.

Last time when he attacked those rioters in the town, because of the urgency and the enemy's weakness, he forgot to take drugs, which made the killing less satisfying.

This time, he needs to be at full strength to take on an entire military camp single-handedly, in order to have a sure chance of success.

However, after drinking five bottles of potions in a row, Wayne suddenly realized that his mutation level had reached the critical point of level nine proficiency. He was just a little bit away from breaking through level nine, entering level ten, and unlocking a new skill feat.

However, given his current poison resistance, consuming five potions in a row is already close to his limit. Consuming another potion would not only fail to enhance his combat power but might actually hinder him.

However, how could anyone tolerate the situation where a big prize is about to be won and wealth is about to be gained, but it has to be postponed?

The same goes for Wayne.

He gritted his teeth and chose the least toxic potion from the Witcher's potions: the Duck Potion, which could slowly increase the speed of magic recovery. This was also a potion that stimulated the malformed organs in the body and increased chaotic magic. Its effect was much weaker than that of the Tawny Owl Potion, but it was also relatively less toxic.

After drinking the Sky Duck Potion, Wayne's mutated organs indeed protested, making him feel a slight soreness all over his body, as if he had been electrocuted. Fortunately, the potion was not very toxic, and although it made Wayne feel slightly uncomfortable, it did not have a major impact.

His efforts paid off; after drinking the potion, his mutation level finally broke through level nine and entered level ten.

Mutation LV10: Mana recovery speed +100%, poison resistance +10.

Mutation Enhancement: Stimulated by chaotic magic and potions, your body has adapted to the laws of mutation, allowing you to better strengthen yourself during the mutation process. You have found a shortcut to evolution. Effect: Each level up grants two additional random attribute points and increases physical recovery speed by 200%.

Aberration Enhancement: Stimulated by chaotic magic and potions, your body has adapted to the laws of mutation and found a special path during this process, allowing your body to gain unparalleled enhancement in a short period of time. The cost is temporary damage to your body. Effects: After entering the aberration state, all attributes are increased by 300%, and physical recovery speed is increased by 3000%. After use, you will be weakened for half a month. For every ten minutes that the aberration lasts, the weakened period will increase by one day. During the weakened period, attribute reduction is applied.

Wayne was not disappointed by the level 10 skill feats; both Mutation Enhancement and Aberration Enhancement were extremely powerful.

The former increases attribute points by two with each level up, which is almost equivalent to increasing the benefits after leveling up by half, and also increases the body's recovery speed.

The latter is even more ridiculously powerful. After entering the mutated state, all his attributes increase threefold, and his body recovery speed increases thirtyfold. Considering his current physical attributes, which are five or six times greater than those of ordinary people, once he enters the mutated state, he is practically an invincible little superman. He can probably even regenerate severed limbs or recover quickly from a blown-up heart. It's as if he has directly transformed into a monster.

The only downside is that this enhancement comes at a cost, and a significant one at that. The weakened state lasts for half a month, which is quite long. If the attack lasts for an hour, the weakened state will last for about twenty days. It cannot be used as a regular method and can only be used as a last resort to save one's life.

Faced with the choice between these two skill specializations, Wayne did not hesitate and chose Aberration Enhancement.

While the former can increase his potential and make his basic attributes stronger, the latter is a powerful ability that can save his life or even turn the tide when the enemy is strong and he is weak. How can he give it up?

After choosing his skill specialization, Wayne clicked his tongue, seemingly still wanting more. Suddenly, he realized that the 150 soldiers not far away were no longer of any interest.

He looked at his attribute points: Strength 42, Agility 36, Constitution 34, Spirit 36, totaling 148 points, not many, but not few either.

Although he wanted to test the power of the aberration ability, he felt it would be a waste to use it against these soldiers.

Wayne sighed with some regret. After the potion was fully digested, he stood up, activated the magic power in his body, and directly activated the sixth-circle spell on his spatial bracelet. Thunderclouds and lightning descended from a distance of hundreds of meters above the military camp where they were eating.

At this moment, the officer in charge of managing the military camp was a noble knight named Witt. He was sitting by the fire, drinking and enjoying the roasted meat prepared for him by his servants, thinking about how to tease those stupid non-human hybrids when he went to carry out the slaughter order.

For example, how to play with a wife in front of a husband, how to abuse a daughter in front of a father, or how to kill a relative in front of a child.

Just as he was imagining the happy scene that would soon follow, and taking a sip of red wine with a lewd expression, the waiter who was grilling the meat suddenly pointed to the sky in a somewhat frightened manner and shouted:

"My lord, Lord Witt, look above our heads, what's that?"

Witt's pleasant reverie was interrupted by the servant's noisy voice. He kicked the servant in annoyance before slowly opening his eyes.

As dusk fell, the once somewhat yellowish sky was now shrouded in dark clouds, with flashes of lightning rolling and churning within them.

Witt stared wide-eyed, pondering why this had happened.

Countless bolts of lightning, thicker than an arm, struck straight down from the dark clouds in the sky.

These lightning bolts contain extremely powerful energy. When they strike soldiers, they char their bodies and armor black. When they strike tents, they ignite the entire tent as if breaking through a layer of fuel. Even when they strike wooden walls, they shatter the thick logs and cause them to explode.

But the worst part is that it had just rained a little outside Fetpo that morning, and the ground was still wet, with many puddles of all sizes, even inside the military camp.

When the lightning that missed the soldiers and tents struck the ground, it was like water droplets splashed on the ground. The electric light surged and the dazzling lightning immediately extended along the damp ground to the nearby soldiers. They acted like human lightning rods, drawing the stray lightning bolts into their bodies.

In an instant, the entire military camp was filled with the screams of those being electrocuted, the crackling of burning tents, and the clattering of collapsing buildings.

The sixth-circle spell, Thundercloud Storm, took only two minutes from its inception to its conclusion, just as the camp's commander, Knight Witt, got up from the ground.

He found that everything in front of him had been turned upside down, and all he could hear were screams of terror and wails of pain. All he could see were burning flames and charred corpses all over the ground.

Of the 150 soldiers in the entire camp, nearly a third perished in the lightning storm. The iron armor they wore to protect themselves from enemy attacks became the perfect bait to attract lightning.

Just as he rallied his spirits, boosted morale, and roared as he gathered the remaining soldiers, preparing to escape through the gates of the camp...

Suddenly, they saw in the distance that a hundred meters away on the hillside, a silver-haired man over two meters tall, with a physique as strong as a bear, wearing a sturdy and heavy black knight's armor, was carrying a huge red two-handed greatsword and charging toward their camp at an unstoppable speed.

Even though the man was wearing heavy metal armor, his speed of less than 100 meters per second meant that the Knight of Witt only had time to shout "Enemy attack!" before he was head-on hit by the silver-haired man's attack.

Like a speeding train crashing into a shield of flesh and blood, the three soldiers at the very front were sent flying by Wayne's immense power. Their chest armor was completely dented and shattered, the metal embedded in their chests. The sound of bones breaking and their screams of agony rang out instantly. Their bodies crashed into the crowd behind them like cannonballs, crushing even more soldiers.

After his charge was halted, Wayne, ignoring the soreness in his shoulders from the impact, used the momentum of his charge to slash downwards with Excalibur. The sharp blade cleaved the three soldiers' Wight Knights, armor and all, in two.

The battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment.

Sword energy, mixed with blood and bits of flesh, swept directly towards the soldiers behind the corpses, staining their faces, bodies, and comrades a bloody red.

This gruesome scene terrified the surrounding soldiers, causing them to fall to the ground, smearing the bits of flesh and blood on their faces, and scrambling away from the corpse.

After landing a successful blow, Wayne didn't stop. The battlefield is all about finishing in one go and going with the flow. If the momentum is broken and the enemy can't be defeated in one go, it will lead to a war of attrition.

With a cold and fierce gaze, he glared at the soldiers who were already stunned by the thundercloud storm, sheathed the Sword of Excalibur, gripped the hilt with both hands, and held it horizontally at his waist. A large amount of chaotic magic flowed into the blade through the hilt, and the originally blood-red sword seemed to have received some command, immediately emitting a dazzling magical light under the impetus of the magic.

Some of the soldiers at the camp gate were terrified, some were filled with doubt and uncertainty, while others, spurred on by their inner courage, were trying to call upon their comrades to launch an attack on Wayne together.

However, Wayne was too fast. In less than five seconds, after killing the officer in the camp, Knight Witt, he immediately sheathed his sword and activated the hidden power within Excalibur.

"Die, you scum!"

With a deafening roar from Wayne, the Excalibur, which was originally about 1.3 meters long, instantly transformed into a giant lightsaber about 10 meters long under the blessing of magical light.

A bright light, as if piercing the night, suddenly appeared. As Wayne swung his hands, the huge sword light swiftly slashed horizontally. Anything that stood in the way of the sword light, whether it was a wooden military camp gate, a stone standing on the ground, or a soldier wearing iron armor, was all cleaved in two by this dazzling sword light.

Centered on Wayne, within a semicircle several meters in front of him, all the enemies were instantly killed, cut in half at the waist. At least twenty or thirty soldiers died under this dazzling sword light.

When the light of the Excalibur faded, Wayne, who had instantly killed dozens of people, showed no mercy. With a wave of his right hand, he immediately multiplied himself into seven, activating the Mirror Image spell. Seven powerful mirror images, each wielding a greatsword, appeared around his body.

Wayne's eyes were cold as he looked at the soldiers whose morale had crumbled from his relentless slaughter, and he spoke to his clone:

"I'll guard the gate. You go in and fight. Leave one or two alive, and kill the rest."

After saying that, the red greatsword in his hand transformed into a streak of red light, instantly beheading another soldier who was trying to escape.

The mirror images that received Wayne's orders were all magical creations devoid of any mercy. At his command, they all transformed into the most ruthless and terrifying killing machines, unleashing a cold-blooded massacre within the military camp.

Blood, flames, severed limbs, charred corpses, accompanied by pleas for mercy and agonizing screams—in less than ten minutes, only two survivors remained in this small military camp.

They were carried like chicks by the mirror image clone to Wayne's front and thrown into a swamp of corpses and blood.

Looking at the two young soldiers, who were not very old and whose eyes were filled with fear, almost fainting from fright, Wayne's expression was indifferent and his voice was even colder than ice, making them shiver involuntarily.

"I left you two behind only to leave a message."

"Tell your commander that I, Dante, was the one who killed these soldiers!"

"A mercenary who specializes in killing evildoers and righting wrongs."

"From now on, I will appear frequently in the Kingdom of Kovind, whether it be nobles, soldiers, commoners, or even your King Henset."

"Any scoundrel who does evil and harms innocent people, I will use my sword and my magic to turn them into cold corpses."

(End of this chapter)