Chapter 89 The real whirling sword dance

Looking back at Lann, how could he really kill Geron Moru? He had already been mentally prepared, gritted his teeth and pulled out the [Moon Dust] while running, and directly let the alchemical bomb detonate in the palm of his hand

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Silver dust instantly enveloped Lan En, and green phosphorus fire ignited in the void around Lan En at the same time. As soon as the demon spirit appeared, it was covered in silver shavings and lost the ability to become virtual.

——It’s time for a hand-to-hand encounter.

It's a good time to try out your newly learned skills.

Without a trace of hesitation, Lan just had such a thought, and it was like awakening the skills sleeping in his muscles, his body naturally began to wave, and his steps naturally began to rotate.

It is as light as a butterfly wearing flowers, as nimble as a treetop civet, and as ferocious as a hunting leopard.

【Swirling Sword Dance】!

Previously, Lann had initially learned the sword dance mastered by the demon hunter through his own imitation and Geralt's guidance. It was an advanced skill with more than a dozen, but it also had shortcomings: First, the rapid slashing in the sword dance

The excessive pursuit of speed resulted in the force being smaller than the usual charged attack. Lann's Sword Dance slash almost did not break armor, and could only be used to create counterattack space in the encirclement or to bully unarmored enemies such as water ghosts;

Second, this movement of dancing the body like a big windmill is accompanied by strong inertia, which makes it impossible to send and receive freely. There will even be a period of stiffness after the movement is over. Just like Lan En was clearly facing mid-air before.

The three water ghosts in the trap took two turns to attack them all, and one more turn to relieve the force, all because of this.

But now, the skill [Revolving Sword Dance] brought by the blessing of the system has a completely different effect.

Lann felt that he could start and stop in any power-generating posture. Every blow in the rotation was a full-strength blow. He could freely slash with the blade and stab with the tip of the sword.

Use the sword spine to attack any corner around you!

At this moment, facing the enemy's attack, Lann nimbly blocked the weapon wielded by the demon spirit. While spinning, he lowered his head to dodge the opponent's claws, and then——

What?! Lan En's pupils shrank. This demon spirit can actually use magic. Could it be that his judgment was wrong? Is this special demon spirit transformed by a warlock really so powerful?

Tired! With just the amount of exercise of a dozen swords, Lan felt as if he had been fighting Geralt all afternoon, and his arms felt like they were filled with lead.

The cat head badge on Lann's chest vibrated crazily.

Geralt handed a bomb backwards without looking back and asked: "What do you mean he is Thomas Moreu?"

What does Thomas Moreu mean? Although there is only one Geralt in the hall, doesn't he know that the witcher is much more professional at fighting demons than he is? Could it be that he was so cut off by his own sword dance that he didn't know which way to go?

"Great, Lannister, Geralt, come here and take this thing with me..." Before he could finish his words, the Druid's expression of joy at seeing his companion froze on his face, and gradually transformed into

Horrified.

Lann grinned and replied: "He wanted to turn himself into the son of a demon hunter and back again. He couldn't do it when he was alive. After he died, he became a demon spirit and continued. He could still be possessed by the demon spirit body before.

My previous body was chopped into pieces by me using magic."

A storm of sword blades blew up around him!

Stab, chop, hang, chop, sweep, different sword moves were swung by Lann heartily, the silver sword crazily passed through the body of the demon spirit, Thomas Moreu

I can't even count how many swords I was hit in just that one breath!

At this time, he was holding the long stick upside down and was covered in wounds; behind him was Sward, who was in the same group with him, and most of his armor was broken and deformed; behind him was a stone giant that was three people tall, with branches and vines all over his body.

Golem!

But after all, it was a hundreds-year-old warlock during its lifetime. After turning into a special demon spirit through its astonishing obsession, it still retained a magic that matched the body of the demon spirit—

portal

The deep darkness opened a door with a border of shining blue sparks, and swallowed Lan and Thomas Moreu inside at once.

Lan coughed twice and his body swayed. He felt a slight smell of blood spreading in his mouth, and there were varying degrees of pain alarms throughout his body.

Geralt asked without looking back: "Is the injury serious?"

Lan En's eyes widened, and his green pupils looked fiercely at the demon spirit's green eyes.

"Lan!"

But we must not fall down now. Is tiredness more terrible than death?

I want to see which of us can't hold on first!

The storm caused by the silver sword never stopped, and the demon spirit was trapped in it and was swayed left and right by the attack, unable to fight back. The green fire on his body became more and more powerful and was about to completely ignite himself!

Finally, as if the demon spirit had made some important life-and-death decision, it suddenly opened its hands and allowed itself to be attacked, leaving the door wide open.

One hand pulled up Lan, who was so bruised and sore from the fall. Lan opened his eyes and saw that it was a white-haired demon hunter in black armor who was holding a sword and facing away from him, guarding against the green-fired demon hunter in mid-air.

Demon spirit.

After teleporting over with Lan, the demon spirit didn't seem to stop casting spells. The green flames on his body burned more and more intensely, and finally turned all the parts below his chest into ashes before he could stop. Even so, there was no trace of energy on his body.

There were still fragments of flames burning slowly, which were the injuries Lan had caused to him.

Almost successful!

At this time, Lann also felt that his physical strength was constantly dissipating like a reservoir that had opened its gates. [Revolving Sword Dance], as a skill in the game, was originally based on the unique adrenaline and vitality of the demon hunter.

Energy driven.

Lann's judgment was correct. Demonic spirits did need to use their own bodies to freely perform magic. Now it was impossible for Lann to do so.

Geralt, why is he here?

In other words, where are you?

Lan looked around and found that there were a dozen portals in all directions, and he was back in the hall full of gargoyles.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible wave appeared on his body, and the green fire on his body burned more intensely. This action seemed to have sacrificed part of his body.

"What's going on?" Geralt asked solemnly after making sure Lann could stand up. "Why did you fall out with a demon spirit? This is not an ordinary demon spirit. Ordinary demon spirits cannot be burned.

Half of the body is still alive, and ordinary demon spirits cannot open the portal."

Just because those portals, after a second of silence that seemed to be accumulating power, began to spit out all kinds of figures outside:

A heavily armored exploration team soldier was thrown out from the portal on the right, with three water ghosts hanging on his body, and a large group of them chasing him;

And the skill system on my body has been mutated and can be driven by all energy including magic. But whether it is vitality, energy or magic, I have none.

A brief dizziness was followed by a sense of weightlessness. Lann fell hard to the ground after a free fall. The part of the armor that was in contact with the ground was deformed under the violent impact.

The body and bones seemed to be groaning, and the sense of tearing and pain constantly stimulated Lan's nerves.

A chill ran from the soles of Lann's feet to the top of his head, and he felt like a big hand was grabbing his heart.

The golem is a creature given life by magic. It cannot think and obeys the instructions of its creator without question. Compared to the gargoyles encountered before, its behavior is more rigid, but its strength is far beyond that.

The druid roared loudly, and the vines on the golem suddenly bloomed with green light and began to grow, entangling the big man and holding it in place.

Therefore, [Whirlpool Sword Dance] only consumes the most basic thing - physical strength.

While the body was burning, the witcher's badge told its master that the magic fluctuations around him were getting stronger and stronger. Correspondingly, all the portals in the hall glowed at the same time.

Geralt narrowed his eyes: "This doesn't sound like a good story. Monsters with special abilities are not simple - wait, what is he doing!"

"He is Thomas Moreu." Lann tried to move his hands and feet, relaxing his muscles as much as possible, and asked Geralt, "Do you still have the magic-blocking gold bomb? Share one with me. Mine is used up.

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Hearing Geralt's exclamation, Lan couldn't help but look at the demon spirit floating in the air with him.

Even without applying the evil spirit oil specially used by demon hunters to restrain spirits, such a high-frequency silver sword attack alone is enough to cause huge damage to the demon spirit's body!

Wounds like light spots kept flickering on the demon spirit's body. The solid figure became ethereal and seemed to be about to float away. His limbs also began to light up with green phosphorus fire.

Suddenly, Lan saw the druid being thrown out of the portal facing Lan.

"I can still fight, and the opponent's injuries are much worse than mine."

The portal on the left keeps throwing out ghouls that look like skinned children, and they are still chewing something in their mouths;

Five or six gargoyles, covered in blood, were thrown out of the portal at the back, shouting "Destroy the intruders";

There were also huge centipedes thrown out from the portal, most of them were gray and a few were white. One of them wrapped around a soldier like a python and bit off his head in front of Lan;

Five deformed humans fell out of the portals on the second floor. Each of them had deformed mutations: some had left arms four or five times thicker than their right arms, some had bumps and bumps as if their skin had melted, and some had fingers on their bodies.

The toes have varying degrees of adhesion and look like meat sticks. And they all have one thing in common - amber cat eyes.

The hall, which could accommodate forty or fifty people, was filled to the brim in an instant.

They include guards created by warlocks to protect the ruins, man-eating monsters that have been captured or raised by warlocks for hundreds of years to extract experimental materials, and experimental subjects that failed to undergo mutation by warlocks but survived by chance.
Chapter completed!