Early the next morning, as he still needed to rush to Stormveil Castle to deal with Margit, the Fell Omen.
Guilliman asked Dettlaff to help him bring Roderika, whom he had just thoroughly enjoyed, back to the camp.
After their intimate exchange last night, he felt that the The Lands Between's laws seemed to be less repulsed by him, no longer making him as uncomfortable as before, perhaps because his soul had formed some connection with the native creatures of the The Lands Between.
And based on his conversation with Roderika, the Spirit Tuner, and her explanations as a specialist in ashes, Guilliman roughly understood that the summonable ashes were, in essence, due to a loophole in erdtree's laws.
This loophole allowed the souls of some creatures that had not returned to erdtree to instinctively cling to their ashes. Due to the erosion of time, they lost most of their original emotions and memories, allowing Spirit Tuners to control them through secret arts and turn them into combat companions.
This was somewhat similar to the Edo Tensei in Naruto, and also bore some resemblance to Eastern corpse-refining techniques, truly wondrous.
This principle suddenly made Guilliman realize that his Soul-Devouring Seal could bypass the laws of soul reincarnation, intercepting the souls of enemies he killed and storing them in his soul space.
Did this mean that, with the help of professional Spirit Tuners, he could transform all the monsters he killed into ashes?
As a player, he deeply understood the power of a Bell Bearer.
If so, there was a significant possibility that in the future, every member of the Witcher Legion could be equipped with a powerful ash, all becoming Bell Bearers... On the shattered platform of the Stormhill Shack, the battle was reaching a fever pitch.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood rust and the scorching curse of the Fell Omen.
Margit, the Fell Omen, stood at the center of the battlefield. His twisted body was covered in old and new scars, but his aura was even more ferocious and violent.
The seemingly ancient black-gold staff in his hand was now the most lethal weapon. Each swing of the staff was accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air and immense power capable of shattering rock, delivered with cunning and ruthless angles.
But what was truly terrifying was his deformed left hand—raised palm-up, a dazzling golden light suddenly condensed!
Margit roared, "Bear... the judgment of erdtree!" while his left hand moved with extreme speed.
Light burst forth!
In an instant, the sacred flames twisted and deformed, transforming into several deadly weapons of various forms—two holy daggers emanating a chilling gleam shot like vipers towards the agile Fiona!
A moment later, a heavy hammer phantom, the size of a door panel and composed purely of dazzling holy light, roared as it smashed towards Guilliman, followed closely by a holy sword phantom burning with golden flames, descending from the air!
Holy light seemed to have a natural suppressive effect on vampires and undead creatures.
Dettlaff tried to pounce on Margit's flank with superhuman speed but was forced to dodge clumsily by a holy spear phantom that suddenly pierced up from beneath his feet.
The blinding holy light shone on his pale skin, instantly evaporating into a pungent black smoke!
Orianna's elegant hovering posture was instantly broken. She retreated swiftly in the air, attempting to withstand the shockwave of a holy hammer with her arms.
Boom!!!
The sound of shattering limbs and crushed bones.
The vampire's flesh was torn apart like tofu. Orianna grunted, her arms blasted into a bloody mess, and she was sent flying heavily like a kite with a broken string.
Not only that, the beautiful lady's crimson attire became charred and tattered, and a gruesome wound was burned through her shoulder blade. Dark red blood was vaporized into a bloody mist by the holy light before it could even flow out, revealing her pulsating internal organs.
She crashed weakly against the crumbling wall, struggling to get up. Dettlaff was also cut by several spinning blades of light, his movements becoming sluggish and painful, and a look of apprehension appeared in his crimson eyes for the first time.
Losing the cover of the two high vampires, the pressure instantly fell entirely on Guilliman and Fiona.
Fiona's silver armor was dented in several places by the staff. She relied on extreme swordsmanship and flexible footwork, moving amidst the cold gleam of the daggers.
Of the three Rotten Stray ashes summoned by the Spirit Calling Bell, only one remained, fearlessly tearing at the gaps in Margit's leg armor, attempting to disrupt his immense strength.
But Margit's focus was entirely on Guilliman, the strongest on the field! The holy hammer phantom and the burning holy sword struck alternately, making his Quen shield totter.
Guilliman roared, his Greatsword of Judgment clashing head-on with the holy hammer. Golden light exploded, and the enormous impact caused his tiger's mouth to split and his arms to go numb!
The next second, the burning holy sword descended like a light of judgment! Guilliman had just parried the heavy blow, his movements a fraction too slow!
Pfft—!
The sword edge, condensed from holy flames, pierced through his hastily conjured second Quen shield without obstruction, plunging deep into his right abdomen!
At the same time, the Fell Omen's black-gold staff directly destroyed the Evil Dragon Armor on Guilliman, piercing his heart directly.
An indescribable burning pain instantly spread throughout his body. Holy light raged and destroyed within him! Guilliman let out a beast-like roar, blood gushing from his mouth!
Soul power burned wildly at an unprecedented speed at this moment! The edges of the wound were charred and smoking, but under the frantic counter-impact of the soul power within his body, it rapidly began to stop bleeding and regenerate, fiercely vying with the erosion of the holy power!
This injury would have been fatal to anyone else, but for the Witcher, it had almost no effect on his fighting ability.
He had to admit, Margit, the Fell Omen, was the most troublesome enemy Guilliman had encountered so far. He not only possessed physical qualities far beyond ordinary people and nearly master-level combat skills, but his intelligence was also completely different from the foolish monsters he had dealt with before.
Even under the siege of so many people, the Fell Omen could be considered an evenly matched opponent.
However, among the four of them present, only the Tarnished female knight's recovery ability was a bit weaker; the other three were all undead monsters.
After their strategy of trading injuries for blows, the Fell Omen was now at the end of his rope.
The greatsword in Guilliman's hand instantly disappeared. With all his might, he grabbed the Fell Omen's right hand with one hand and his black-gold staff with the other, creating a stalemate.
The intense pain in his body made Guilliman's face contorted, but his eyes were as sharp as blades!
"Fiona!!!"
The Witcher shouted.
Silver light burst forth!
Fiona's figure at this moment transformed into a straight silver meteor. She abandoned all tricks and evasions, pouring all her strength and will into the unadorned knight's straight sword in her hand!
The moment Guilliman locked down Margit, her sword tip had arrived!
Target—Margit's throat, violently convulsing from the stalemate and exertion, and the only gap connecting his head and torso, protected by eerie bone spurs and scales!
Chii—!!!!
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