The cool morning wind blew the smoke away, and the white light of dawn fell on the mottled and messy earth.
"How do you feel, boy?"
Lambert patted Roy, who was looking up at the sky.
He fell limply to the ground in rags, as quiet as a grave.
The pale face showed a deep thought, and his heart seemed to be filled with a different kind of melancholy. It didn't look like someone who had just survived a fierce battle.
"Don't worry, I can't die!" Roy took a deep breath, the pain from falling apart eased, and his mind turned to the template—
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Health: 50100 (locked weak, remaining time: 59 days 23 hours 50 minutes 30 seconds)
Attributes:
Strength: 5 (extremely weak)
Agility: 6
Constitution: 10
Perception: 5
Will: 38
Charisma: 10
Spirit: 6
Witcher lv14 (016500)
Arrival (temporarily unavailable)
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300 seconds of all-out supreme form, in exchange for two months of weakness.
Roy sighed with a wry smile. The side effects were beyond imagination. There is no doubt that this can only be used as a trump card when there is no way out!
Then he felt the rough cloak and icy ground behind him replaced by something soft and warm.
It was so comfortable that he couldn't help but whisper.
I don't know when, Rita Nieder sat down on the grass, with the back of his head resting comfortably on her lap, one warm hand gently rubbing his temple, the other slender fingertips caressing He frowned, as if to smooth out the wrinkles and the worries in his heart.
Seeing him looking back, a gentle smile appeared in the mouth of the sorceress.
It's just that a trace of red tears can be vaguely seen beside those azure eyes, and the corners of the coral-colored lips also have bloodstains from magical backlash.
Just for a moment just now, countless holes were opened in the sky, and the flames of purifying sin poured out like rain.
Rita Ned thought it was all over, and even prepared herself to go to Yellow Springs with the witcher.
But the twists and turns.
Roy survived, although he was bruised and weak, but this was the best result!
Fingers like rose petals brushed against his face.
Everyone lived one by one.
He did what he promised before!
Triss, who came over from a distance, folded her hands in front of her belly, pursed her lips, and her red hair brushed against her reluctant face in the wind.
She accompanies Kayan at the entrance to the sewer from start to finish, missing out on this wonderful series of adventures.
"Roy, is it enough to enjoy the warm and fragrant nephrite lying down? Since there are still a few breaths left, let's hurry up and talk about it. The... er... big octopus just now is the so-called Supreme? The monster that Yidalan is crazy about?"
As Lambert asked, he rolled up his sleeves, snapped his mouth, and woke up the owl that was asleep in the front of a clump of long-leaf carts.
With a red slap on his face, he seemed to have just woken up from a long beautiful dream, and his gray-green pupils shot out a confused color.
And Eskar and Serrit, who were all bald, woke up Letso, Cohen, and Vesemir, respectively.
Oaks, Geralt, Aiden, and Kaian quickly put anti-magic shackles on the hands and feet of the five sleeping Arzu.
"To be exact, it is the devourer of civilization, the opener of the cycle...the shuttle of parallel time and space."
Roy said.
"Tsk tsk... The title is quite bluffing, but didn't you escape in despair?" Kalkstein seemed to have forgotten his previous misery, squatted down, and stared straight at Roy with sesame-sized eyes, full of science The eccentric desire to explore and the madman, "Let's be honest, that little monster who won the battle is you - are you related to the Supreme?!"
"Secret!" Roy's pupils shrank, and his speech was short and powerful.
For a moment, the big men looked at each other, and thoughtfully swept across the nearby earth in a radius of one mile—submerged in crimson magma, cracked and dented by the slap of terrifying tentacles.
A deep ravine appeared a few miles from Maripo to this wild country, like a dry riverbed.
What a mighty force it is, beyond the forbidden spell of legendary mages, and the battlefield where thousands of people fight against each other is not so messy.
The witchers asked themselves they couldn't hold on for ten seconds in front of such a behemoth.
This revealed a cruel reality - this kid was driving them farther and farther away!
"You are clearly at an absolute disadvantage, and you were almost slapped into flesh by your tentacles. How can you repel that nightmarish beast?"
Serrit asked in surprise.
Roy was silent for a moment.
Tell everyone the truth - I have been recognized by the Supreme One, I am no longer his shadow, but become a new Supreme One, and one day, will be transformed into a big octopus feeding in parallel time and space
He shook his head,
He is who he is, Roy the Viper School witcher.
No interest in being supreme for at least a few hundred years.
Roy's silver-gray pupils slowly swept across the cheeks of all his companions, "I have reached a permanent peace agreement with the Supreme One. From now on, our world will no longer be threatened by it! There will be no more The Flame of Purification!"
The Most High gave up this time and space.
"So the trouble is completely resolved, can you go back to Ellander to see the group of children right away?" Geralt asked uncertainly, his dark cat eyes filled with anticipation.
"It's all over."
Everyone's dangling hearts were relieved, and a relaxed smile appeared on their tight cheeks.
"It's good to be the diplomatic ambassador and chief prophet of the Brotherhood, and he has become the savior of the world quietly!" Oaks put his arms around his chest with a proud expression. He knew that this kid must have concealed a lot of facts, but he Don't ask too much.
No matter how powerful he is, he is always his younger brother.
"Should everyone be grateful to you?!" Lambert cleared his throat and bowed to him exaggeratedly like a minstrel who was about to perform. People are dazzled, "I can't repay the kindness of saving my life. If you encounter another 'fearless' in the future, I will take good care of your family for you!"
There was a humming in the crowd.
"Idiot, shut your crow's mouth, can't you die?!" Aiden grinned like a hungry wolf and slapped the guy on the back of the head.
The latter fought back immediately!
And Coral giggled while covering her red lips, winked playfully at the weak Roy, and showed a charming smile, "Big hero, then I can only promise each other?"
"Cough, pay attention to the occasion, Ms. Rita, so many bachelors are staring at you!" Serret picked up a scarlet onyx from the grass beside Roy, a total of five pieces, "Seriously, boy, this is another WTF?"
Roy glanced at it, his expression became unbelievable,
Essence of the Most High
Purpose: After swallowing, it will fly to the perfect world, and the best result in all parallel time and space will come to you.
As a birth ceremony - Roy recalled in a trance the teleportation seat before the Supreme One left - I give you this time and space, them, and their wishes.
"Infinite Wishing Machine."
"Make a wish?" Everyone couldn't help but breathe, and their expressions became exciting.
Serrit froze when he saw this, realized the importance of this thing, and immediately stuffed all the crystals into Roy's arms.
"Is it better than Dijing?" Kalkstein's eyes immediately lit up, and he could not wait to slice and study it.
"No, it's very unique in the way it fulfills its wishes."
Roy always believed that there was no comparison between parallel time and space and the original world. After all, the relatives and friends who lived there were not the same as before.
"We can't use it, we have better options!"
People who live in the present are not guilty of pursuing parallel time and space!
"Little devil, is that appropriate?" Lesotho rubbed his bald head that seemed to have been oiled, and turned his gaze to Arzu, who was shackled by anti-magic metal and was sleeping beside a tree with a crooked neck, the four great masters, five agates It happened to correspond to five people, "We can't use it, can it be specially prepared for them?"
"Good question, Letho! Guys, we have a difficult problem in front of us now." Serrit raised his voice, looking embarrassed. "What to do with them?"
The founder of the witcher, the four great masters, was tied up effortlessly by a group of juniors.
I can't imagine it before.
"As I said, I killed a hundred people!" Aiden growled, he didn't know any of them anyway.
No cat pie.
"The Great Master is not a monster. It's a waste of time to do this... It's no less than breaking a peerless treasure with his own hands."
"Bring it here?!" Leto quickly interrupted the ghost idea, staring at Ivar's familiar slender horse face, and blurted out, "The purpose of the Witcher Brotherhood is to unite all compatriots who are worthy of unity."
"In the past 100 years, the Grand Master has never committed any sins of anger and resentment except for the collection of souls through the battlefield! I think they are qualified to join!"
Vesemir nodded, stroked his chin beard habitually, but only stroked the air, "Everyone knows that Ivar, Aigar, and Grandmaster Elan have no malice towards us."
Cohen looked at Ailan with piercing eyes, and swept across the flying eagle tattoo on his side face and the dry black hair of Mohigan, "Every great master is a moving humanoid treasure house, the knowledge in their minds. , rich experience, skilled alchemy, swordsmanship, and forging techniques will definitely benefit the Brotherhood!"
The Book of Shadows was written by Ellen.
"The little cubs in the Temple of the Goddess Meritelli would go crazy if they knew that they would have so many more legendary witcher teachers!"
Leto added, "The reason why the masters are where they are today is for a reason. We have witnessed their tragic past experience with our own eyes, but any normal person will collapse!"
Everyone was silent, and the vivid history emerged in front of them.
The four great masters did not destroy the world, but the world and the human beings they protected betrayed and severely injured them.
A group of idealists whose mission is to save the common people is finally defeated by the cold reality.
"Just deal with Anahad as I said, and avenge Roy." Serret made a gesture of cutting his throat, and suggested with a serious expression, so serious that he didn't want to run into him in a dark alley.
The owl glared at him dissatisfied, and inexplicably passed the young boy who sold himself to the mage in order to save his family.
And the scene where he stands alone with his sword in the dilapidated fortress.
The bear's butcher, somewhat similar to him.
Just killing him like this always made him feel bad.
Roy swept the indifferent face with his eyes tightly closed, and there was a fire in his eyes.
The pain of the dismemberment of the Sintra Castle once came to my heart!
And Rita Ned noticed the change in his expression and immediately rubbed his temples intimately.
"As for Arzu..."
"Cough cough..."
The mage in the blue robe under the dead tree coughed twice and suddenly opened his brown eyes.
Look around.
Passed by an incredible light.
"Hell? Heaven?" Arzu struggled to support his body, as if he had worked hard for three days and three nights, with backache and cramps in his hands and feet, "Or the chaotic illusion in the Supreme Being? How could I still be alive?"
"Your Excellency Arzu!" The alchemist squatted in front of him, grinning and showing his yellow teeth, "Do you think this pair of anti-magic metal shackles in your hand is a fake? Give it a try!"
"Accept the reality, the supreme one you've been dreaming about has escaped!"
"No! No one in this time and space can stop it!"
Arzu roared in a low voice, his face so gloomy that it was about to drip,
"The truth is in front of you!"
Triss snorted.
The other four who were lying on the grass groaned and woke up one after another, with confusion in their eyes, but their strong psychological qualities allowed them to quickly calm down and understand their situation.
Lambert was condescending, flamboyant and imperious,
"From now on, all five are prisoners of the Witcher Brotherhood!"
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"The Supreme has already gone to the next cycle? So everything is over." Arzu said weakly after understanding the situation, and there was deep despair in his voice.
"Who will make our wishes come true for us?"
The faces of the four great masters turned miserable, and their hearts were deeply frustrated.
"How on earth did you do it, Roy, the supreme shadow? How can the shadow defeat the body?!"
Arzu widened his eyes nervously, his eyes were bloodshot, and asked without thinking,
"But shadows don't always have to be shadows..." Roy said imperceptibly.
"Don't mumble like a girl, brat, louder!" Anahad sat up excitedly.
Snapped!
A white light swept across the electric flint in the air.
The bald man unceremoniously waved the back of his sword and slapped the great master of the Xiong Pai to lie down again.
"Man, be polite!"
"Roy, it's not a stinky boy. Without him, the five would have already become excrement in the stomach of the Supreme!"
"What's the point of living like this?" Elan said in a dazed voice, and Moxigan drooped down with a black sickness.
The Most High is gone, and the great avalanche cannot be reversed.
"Your Excellency Ellen."
Cohen took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and his tri-colored pupils were full of respect, "Although Teacher Kelda has passed away. But there is still me in the Griffin group, and there is still a group of people who can be made in the Brotherhood! As long as you join Come in, we can work together to create a better future and restore the glory of the Witcher Order!"
He was so excited that he spat out, "No, it's even more brilliant than that time! No more mages, mobs, dare to attack us!"
"Otherwise they will die without a burial!"
"I don't remember the pencil sharpener accepting a disciple like you."
Elan was stunned for two seconds, then raised his head to look carefully at this honest and honest junior,
"It's a long story, your "Hunter's Notebook" mutated, awakening Mr. Kelda from death, and it wasn't until a few years ago... that he disappeared completely."
Elan's face was complicated, and there was a hint of regret in his relief, but he sighed again,
"You don't understand. My world has been stuck on that day forever."
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"Mr. Aijia..." Another old voice caught the attention of the great master of the wolf sect, and a strange old man with a white face and no eyebrows appeared in his eyes.
The vicissitudes of life on his face gave him a sense of deja vu.
"Vesemir, do you still remember? I learned blacksmithing from you in Kermohan!"
Ten seconds later.
"The big radish who once hooked up with five women in a year? You are not dead?!" Ai Jia turned his pupils and blurted out suddenly,
Swah—
At this moment, all the witchers turned their attention to the great master of the wolf faction, especially the two sorceresses, with a look of "So master, you are such an old pervert", even though his face has been tempered. Don't invade, can't help but smile awkwardly,
"Cough, cough... It's all an affair when I was young. Now the old man has long since given up and only loves Marina, the pearl of the Cow Castle."
"Let's get down to business. Master Aigar, after the disaster of Kyle Mohan, I was lying under a corpse and survived by luck. Kyle Mohan did not die!"
He patted Geralt, Escal, and Lambert on the shoulders one by one, and the three nodded at Aigar with respect, this good old man deserves admiration, "Did you see, the four hairy boys are all yours Disciple!"
"On the other side of the temple, there are several teenage bunnies who have also passed the wolf sect green grass trial!"
"Join us, the Most High is gone!" Vesemir said emotionally, as if he had returned to his youthful youth, his eyes sparkling, "You can rebuild Kyle Morhan with us and make it look new again. Vitality, more lively and prosperous than ever!"
The expression on Aijia's simple face changed uncertainly.
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"You're immortal! You really know how to hide, let's find it!"
Oaks rubbed his fist, as if he was always ready to throw a right uppercut on the stinky face of the teacher he hadn't seen for a long time, "Leave the three of us behind without saying a word! Hide and be happy by yourself?!"
"Happy shit! Can't you understand my good intentions?! I'm not trying to solve the threat of the Wild Hunt?" Ivar Evil Eye glanced at Letho, Ox, and Serrit, saying the most vicious words, the corners of his mouth But there was a smile on his face, like an old urchin, "Three idiots, how dare you commit the following crimes, and quickly untie the shackles!"
However, Lesuo narrowed his eyes, and his tone actually contained a hint of complaint, "You should continue to enjoy it, as the punishment for abandoning your comrades! By the way, let me introduce it again."
Carrot-thin fingers pointed at the young witcher, who was lying comfortably in the sorceress's arms.
"Roy the Viper School Demon Hunter, one of us!"
"I've seen him in Sintra Castle!" Ivar Chongroy nodded, his unpredictable eyes flashed with admiration, "Young, skilled, affectionate, and able to go home across planes It's much more useful than the waste snacks of the three of you who only know how to drink and sleep with women all day long!"
Triss on the other side had a complicated face when she heard the words, and her hair was red with her long temples. It was these bad guys who washed away her memory, and she has not been able to recover it yet!
"Trash, it's more honorable than you, the old guy who abandoned the academy!" Oaks snorted immediately, but the corners of his mouth grinned happily.
"Ivar, think about it, to deal with the Wild Hunt, you don't need help from the Supreme!" Letho looked directly at the pair of terrifying evil eyes, and said loudly, "The Witcher Brotherhood will sooner or later come with those warmongers. one!"
Ivar lowered his head and looked at the shackles between his hands.
Oaks' voice was loud and his eyes looked around, "Everyone, look forward, take a long-term view, and don't indulge in the unbearable past forever!"
"The Witcher Brotherhood is the trend and the future!"
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Anahad, who was deliberately ignored by everyone, tightened his face, and his expression became even darker.
Squat on the ground, contract your shoulders, tense your muscles, and take a defensive stance.
"Where's Idalan?" Arzu asked, his voice dull and weak, like a dying man,
"It was smashed into flesh by the tentacles of the Most High," Geralt shook his head. "We haven't had time to do it yet."
Arzu sighed, his eyes were as desolate as winter, and suddenly turned to Roy.
"It's dead again. Boy, kill me."
"What did you say?"
Everyone's heart trembled.
"Kill me, devour me." The pale face was filled with despair, and the grief in his voice was like a tide, "Without the Supreme, there will be no chance to see Liliana again, and no chance to fulfill Teacher Cosimo's last wish, What's the point of living?"
Hundreds of years of planning came to nothing at this moment.
He bowed his head, not expecting any more.
"If you die in your hands, you can still make a little contribution."
For a moment, it seemed as if the cold wind whistled past, quenching the enthusiasm in the hearts of everyone.
Roy stood up with the help of the sorceress, and showed Arzu the essence of the Supreme Being in his hand.
Under the light of the morning sun, the agate's cryptocrystalline texture shines brightly.
"Without the Supreme Being, this thing can also help you soar to the 'perfect world'."
"This is?"
"Gift from the Most High."
Perhaps the Supreme One still remembers the four great masters who went through water and fire for a hundred years, feeding them tirelessly.
"What do you want!" Arzu seemed to have grabbed the life-saving straw, and the ray of hope rekindled in his eyes was frighteningly bright!
Roy's eyes slowly swept across the frantic faces of the five captives.
"I want all your knowledge, collections, treasures, including the magic bottle that seals Dijing!"