From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

After hearing the voice coming from the silver box, Bonnard looked at his left hand and then at his right hand.

They are holding the magic contact box and the Dijing sealed jar respectively.

"Do you believe it? Warlock—I'm doing it right now."

...

The enemy seems to have been wiped clean, which is a landslide victory.

The people of Sintra were never willing to accept prisoners in the face of Nilfgaard. Except for a few who wore advanced armor and planned to stay as prisoners for interrogation, none of the remaining people could escape the sword of the people of Sintra.

Ciri panted heavily, a strange and trembling emotion filled her chest and abdomen.

She suddenly understood why her grandmother and Lann always liked to take the lead. This feeling of personally leading the team to kill the enemy and leading her soldiers to victory is really intoxicating.

There was just a sudden "bang", a sound that should not have appeared at this time attracted everyone's attention.

Xili turned her head to look over, and Peng Bai's mood suddenly turned cold.

An extraordinarily deep and dazzling portal appeared in the midair with burning fiery energy, and a person wearing a thick cloak came out of the portal, suspended in midair under the lift of the chaotic energy.

As soon as he waved his hand, a clay pot suddenly flew out from behind a broken wall; he clenched his fist again, and the top of the clay pot shone with tiny rays of light, and then turned into ashes.

A scalp-numbing torrential energy poured out from inside.

"Di Jing, now is my third wish!"

Vigfortz yelled.

"I want you to let go of your power and vent your power with the mentality of destroying the world, destroying everything in your sight!"

"Except for me." Vigfortz pointed to himself.

Then he turned around and pointed at Ciri in the crowd, "And her."

This is the simplest and most direct directional description without the need for too many textual boundaries.

Except for two people, everyone else will become the target of Di Jing's power. For the atmospheric elf who has been imprisoned in the clay pot for an unknown period of time, this is exactly what it is happy to do.

A portal that was many times larger than when Wigfortz first appeared appeared in the midair, shining with dazzling light, and expanding irregularly.

...

Ciri was cold all over, she heard the warlock who appeared suddenly shout the word "Di Jing", she understood what it meant.

She suddenly remembered that not long ago, after Lann returned from Mahakam, he immediately finalized the plan to counterattack Nilfgaard. But Ciri could notice that Lann was worried, and the sensitive Daughter of Destiny could feel that Lann was not afraid of Nilfgaard, but seemed... worried about her.

When Ciri tried to talk to Lane and comfort the lion, she heard a piece of news that almost knocked her into autism in an instant——

The emperor of Nilfgaard is his own father. He indirectly killed his mother and directly killed his grandmother, and is now continuing to plot his own country.

There is also a warlock who bewitched his father, directly killed his mother, and indirectly killed his grandmother, and now he is continuing to plot against Lan and himself.

During the three days after being stunned by this news, Ciri had almost no memory of what happened around her.

Afterwards, Ciri quickly adjusted himself, sharing the joy immediately when Lane defeated the Western Group Army, and at the same time told Lann that he was fine and reassured him.

But the hatred that he didn't know where to release was severely suppressed in Xili's heart.

Di Jing roared in the air, a dazzling lightning pierced the night sky, followed by roaring thunder. The pouring rain poured down.

For Nilfgaardian Emperor Emhyr Enress, Ciri had complicated feelings. She had hatred, but she had nowhere to vent it.

But facing the sorcerer in midair, there seemed to be a voice in Ciri's body guiding her, helping her make a choice. Thick chaotic energy flowed in her brain, blood vessels, and skin surface, far exceeding the total amount she could control normally. The frightening intensity was like a disordered magic source awakened for the first time.

【He is that warlock! He is the one who caused all this! kill! up! he! 】

The hatred almost tore Ciri's heart into pieces.

With a "boom", a louder thunder exploded in mid-air.

Ciri turned her head suddenly, and behind her were ordinary soldiers trembling with fear. They were loyal and brave, but they still trembled physiologically in the face of the prelude to the natural disaster that appeared in front of them. This is a creature that cannot be overcome even with human sociality. instinct.

The hatred almost tore Ciri's heart into pieces.

But she gave this order:

"Retreat! As the princess of Cintra, I order all of you to retreat to Brokiron Forest! This is not a battle that you can win, or even participate in! Retreat!!"

When she yelled these words, the strength in her body was completely released.

...

The gigantic portal in the sky disappeared, replaced by a large, blurred face in the void. It shook its upper lip and growled loudly enough to pierce eardrums.

The sky began to pour down as if filling the entire lake, and the sand on the ground began to churn like waves on the sea.

Thunder, storm, and a prison began to vent around the entire town of Brokiron, tearing apart all living and inanimate objects. The war fortress that can resist the army has no power to resist in the face of this natural disaster, just like the sound of the doomsday ringing vaguely in the storm.

Vigfortez moved his fingers in this power in a leisurely manner, admiring everything that disappeared in the disaster.

Not a wisp of wind disturbed his body.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, as if he saw something very incredible.

——In the storm, an extremely dim, thin, but extremely firm emerald green magic shield was erected.

It was as if a sun had been stuffed into Shirley's body, and the condensed rays of light flowed outward from her eyes, mighty as if descended from a god.

"Ancient blood..." Vigfortz revealed surprise in his eyes, "Ancient blood!"

...

"Retreat! Retreat quickly, this is the princess' order! Lan will still need you when he returns!"

Cohen, who had the highest prestige in the team other than Ciri, drove the Cintra people into the forest, looking back at Ciri worriedly from time to time. The little girl's whole body was already soaked in sweat, and Ke En could still see that the ten fingers wrapped in magic light had begun to seep bloodshot.

The demon hunter knew that this was not the power that Ciri should have, let alone the power that she could control. The longer this power is maintained, the more dangerous Ciri becomes.

"Ciri!" Suddenly a voice screamed in the storm, and the bright emerald-colored flame condensed out of the painting, rushing towards the huge barn-like face in the sky without hesitation.

The purest emotional energy collided fiercely with the world spirit from beyond the sky.

Then there was a more shrill, painful scream. The figure in the plain black dress suddenly shattered into sparks all over the sky, and a phantom was ejected from it, absorbed into a pair of posters and disappeared without a sound.

As a result, the Di Jing in the sky let out an angry roar, and the storm and thunder paused for a moment.

The pressure on Shirley's body suddenly lightened, and when he rolled his eyes, he collapsed from the horse's back and fell to the ground.

A pair of solid arms caught her, and then fixed her on Heifeng's back again.

"Hei Feng, run, run with Ciri." Ke En took a deep breath, "Leave this to me."

The warhorse snorted, took a deep look at Cohen, then neighed away; the witcher adjusted his shoulder injury, turned and stood still; the three trolls roared together behind him.

In front of him, the Warlock covered in a cloak flew down from mid-air, his wide sleeves rustled, and landed lightly on the ground.

...

A few days later, Cohen, who was lucky enough to survive, tried to replay the battle with the strange warlock, hoping to draw some conclusions from it so that he would not fall into the same predicament in the future.

As a result, he didn't come up with anything, and he used his fighting ability to the extreme in that battle.

If there is anything to say, there is only one: don't fight against such a person again.

...

The battle started with Cohen, holding a sword in his right hand and holding an anti-demon gold bomb in his left hand, trying to drag the battle into close combat, which warlocks are not good at.

But the warlock in front of him didn't back away to make a distance, but stretched his hand to one side as he moved forward. The Griffin emblem vibrated, and with the fluctuation of chaotic energy, a two-yard-long staff suddenly took shape in his hand.

No, that's not a "staff", it's more like a "battle stick". For a moment, this fighting posture reminded Cohen of the druids of Skellige.

The warlock is incredibly fast, and his staff is lightning fast in his hands. During a block, the long sword and the staff greeted each other, making the sound of metal and iron clanging. The huge force made Ke En couldn't help but let go of the alchemy bomb and held the sword in both hands, so as to prevent his head from being injured in the first round. It blooms directly.

That damn staff was actually made of iron, and it was magical.

What's even more damning is that, apart from the enchantment on the staff, the warlock didn't use any magic in the battle with himself.

With a "bang", the protective seal of [Quen En] exploded, and Ke En took advantage of this opportunity to bully him.

Four times in a row, Cohen found himself in a good position to fight back; four times in a row, without the slightest hesitation, he struck the opponent's temple, neck, armpit and thigh with his long sword one after another; each sword should be fatal blow.

But four times in a row, those attacks were all blocked by the warlock one by one.

No one can stop such an attack. Cohen slowly realized this, and his left hand began to condense the [Alder] Psychic Cannonball, but it was too late.

He didn't see the stick that finally hit him, the impact knocking him to the ground and bouncing back.

Cohen was unable to get up, or even roll and dodge, he was out of breath.

The next stick hit immediately, this time on his shoulder. He flew backwards and hit a tree trunk that had been uprooted in half by the storm.

The warlock came up like a ghost, swung his staff, and this time hit him just below the ribs. The blow was so heavy that Cohen couldn't help but curled up, only to be hit on the side of his head again.

He feebly raised his sword to try to defend himself, but found that his hand was already empty, and the long sword had already been dropped. He wanted to take out another alchemy bomb, but the iron rod that followed broke his left arm bone; in order to prevent Cohn from escaping, the Warlock shattered his leg bone.

The severe pain made Cohen's eyes dizzy for a while, and he only heard a sentence: "Demon hunters... are also good experimental materials... These trolls can't be wasted."

Then he heard the roar of the troll family, and the ground trembled slightly.

But the griffin badge on his chest vibrated even more violently. This shows that the warlock started to use spells.

As a result, the roar of the troll family quickly subsided, leaving only a weak scream.

How far did Ciri go? Cohen couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, and he pricked up his ears hoping to hear the horseshoes.

The sound of a bat flapping its wings came to Cohen's ears.

...

Everything happened so fast, Regis was still in the sky when the storm appeared, and was swept far away.

When he flew back, everything had already happened.

The vampire, who had lived for an unknown number of years, was furious. Before the warlock could cast a defensive spell, Regis' claws scratched his face.

The cloak covering his cheeks was torn apart, revealing half of his bloody and unrecognizable face. If it wasn't for Wigfortz's amazing fighting intuition, this blow would be enough to blow his head open.

Vigfortz, who was attacked by surprise, yelled and waved his arms in surprise, trying to drive away the big bat in front of him.

"Be careful." Cohen shouted with the last of his strength, "Be careful, Regis..."

"Watch out? You mean me?" said the vampire. "I'm not here to be careful!"

"Don't worry, Cohen, everything will be over soon!"

Regis floated up, appeared in front of the warlock with incredible speed, and grabbed him by the throat. The vampire's fangs gleamed.

Vigfortz screamed in rage and terror. For a moment, it seemed his end had come.

But that was just an illusion. As one of the strongest warlocks in the mainland, Vigfortez possessed a large amount of magic, which was enough to deal with any situation and any opponent—including vampires, even high-level vampires.

The warlock's hands clamped back on Regis suddenly, hot as red-hot iron.

The vampire screamed. Cohen also shouted, he opened his eyes a little, and vaguely saw that the wizard was tearing the vampire.

He wanted to get up to help, but the pain in his arms and thighs made him unable to move.

Regis was screaming.

His cry was so loud that Cohen's eardrums started to bleed. The leaves on the tree trembled in unison.

With a "stab", Regis was completely torn apart, and the warlock was holding half in each of his left and right hands.

As if that wasn't enough, the angry Warlock found a rock with his blood-blurred eyes wide open, pressed the two vampires on it, and continued to burn the stone and flesh with high temperature.

Until the stone begins to melt, and then transparent crystals appear.

[Stop...] Cohen cried out in despair in his heart.

Then the warlock really stopped.

Keen suddenly couldn't feel the pain in his body anymore. Even if he didn't have the strength to open his eyes anymore, his attention could not help pointing in one direction, trying to perceive that direction with his only remaining senses.

Where is the female night demon Nanomi, looking at Regis in the Warlock's hand with a sad, pitiful, almost pleading look.