Witcher: I Can Extract Everything Chapter 141 - Determination

Chapter 141: Determination

Upgrading a spell, as the na suggests, was to upgrade the spell in all directions, open the core of the spell model, replace the rune arrangent, character combination, rune formula, and so on, and replace the previous low-level runes with higher-level runes so that it could bear more powerful energy and produce greater power.

This was not a difficult task, but it was not easy either. Everything depended on the level of knowledge of the Wizard themselves.

If they had enough knowledge and enough understanding of runes, it would be easy to do this job. One day, one hour, or even a few minutes, they could complete the upgrade of a spell model.

But if they did not have enough knowledge, then they could not upgrade.

Heath belonged to the forr.

Soon, the first spell, Half-Life Soul, had been upgraded by Heath.

This spell could be said to be an upgrade. To be precise, it should be the last one. After all, it was a perfect Wizard-level spell. It had already been cultivated and matured. It was only one step away from the final step.

At this mont, in Heath’s spiritual sea.

On the outer side of Heath’s spiritual sea, one could clearly see that there was already a thick wall. On the surface of his soul, there was already a solid armor.

The little fla of the past had already grown to the bottom of a single side!

“With this protective asure, I should be able to be immune to most attacks aid at the soul…”

Heath tried to cast a curse on himself, but every ti the curse was about to land, the Half-Life Soul would imdiately block in front of him, like a loyal knight, not leaving any opportunities for danger.

After reviewing the Half-Life Soul, Heath continued with the next spell.

This ti, the one he put on the agenda was the Hellfire Sea.

This was also a spell that ca naturally. After all, it was already infinitely close to being a high-level spell, and it even used a large amount of knowledge on the level of Wizards.

In the past, the energy required to cast it was too strong, so Heath needed to borrow a magic array to cast it. But now, he only needed to replace so of the key runes and knowledge to improve its performance.

Similarly, in about ten minutes, this spell was completed by Heath.

Heath raised his right hand, stretched out his palm, and moved it with his mind.

Rumble… A muffled sound was heard.

Suddenly, a ball of fla rose in his palm. The range was not big, only the size of an egg.

But this ball of fla seed to contain so kind of extrely terrifying energy. It seed to be able to burn mountains and boil the sea, and could destroy the world. Just a glance at it would make people’s legs go soft, and their hearts go cold.

Heath was delighted. “Finally, I can bid farewell to the troubleso magic array arrangent!”

He was very fond of this AOE spell, which had repeatedly made great contributions. Not only was its scope wide, but its power was also very great. However, in the past, he had to set up complicated magic arrays and expend Magic Stones, which was also very painful.

This was great. With a Wizard’s abundant magic power to support it, this spell could be used freely, and even a part of its power could be improved.

A Hellfire Sea that had no restrictions and could be released at any ti… There was a reason why Wizards were so powerful…

However, even such a terrifying spell was only entry-level work in the field of Wizards. There were many spells that were much more powerful than this…

“What’s next?” Heath folded his hands and started thinking excitedly.

Everyone was addicted to a certain aspect. So were addicted to doing exercises, so were addicted to playing gas, and so were addicted to playing with won… But Heath was amazing. Heath was addicted to learning magic.

Every ti he learned a spell, he would always enter a state of madness. He could not stop at all…

“Give a boost to Lightning Strike too…”

…

On the other side, in the manor’s deputy building.

From the mont he rembered, Spencer had heard the term ‘Knight’ for the first ti. He rembered that he had heard it from a wandering bard who had wandered into the town.

When he asked the bard what a Knight was, the bard replied that he was a great hero.

Subsequently, the bard sang a story about a Knight defeating an evil Wizard and protecting the town. He still rembered that story vividly to this day.

Since then, he had made up his mind to beco a Knight.

However, as he got older, he gradually realized that it was not the case at all. Knights actually had gold coins, won, farms, authorities, and people who lived on people. In his father’s words, they were wolves, wolves who ate sheep!

So, he accepted the truth.

He gradually beca like other Apprentice Knights, indulging in eating, drinking, and sleeping with won. Force was no longer his strength to protect justice, but beca his capital to oppress the peasants to satisfy their desires.

He originally thought that he would continue like this, and in the future, he would beco like the other Knights, obtaining a farm, eating, drinking, and sleeping with won, until one day he died on the belly of a certain woman or at the hands of his impatient son.

But at this ti, the war suddenly ca.

At first, Spencer did not panic. He had participated in the war many tis, and everyone fought together on the plains. Anyway, as long as he was a little wretched, he would be fine as long as he did not foolishly provoke the Knights. If he shouted a few vicious words, he might even be rewarded later/. He would receive a title that everyone would sing about.

However, what Spencer did not expect was that they were ambushed when they were heading to the sacred duel arena!

Those despicable druids actually completely ignored the sacred noble’s manual and launched a vicious sneak attack on them in the forest! Even during the battle, their Knights did not care about their reputation at all and massacred the Apprentice Knights and even the farrs!

The Lord died on the spot and he and the other Apprentice Knights luckily escaped.

After that, he began to experience one battle after another. Gradually, he finally realized that the current war was different from the previous ones.

Sneak attacks, plots, poison, extermination.

Everyone no longer followed the rules and did not abide by the sacred laws between the nobles. It was purely for the purpose of destroying the other party. They were unscrupulous and would do anything.

Round after round of battles, despicable again and again.

From the initial shock, anger, and fear, Spencer slowly accepted the reality and got used to it.

The crossguard sword was no longer for the sake of protecting honor. It was only for the sake of killing.

This kind of battle continued. Spencer was lucky enough to survive rounds after rounds of battles, but unexpectedly, there were many Lords that changed. They were poisoned to death, assassinated, killed in battle, and so on.

Until one battle ended, and the last heir of the Lord died.

Although they had won that battle, Spencer did not know what to do next on the battlefield that was filled with devastation?

His forr comrades wanted to recomnd him as a Lord, because he had unexpectedly advanced to a Knight during the war.

However, Spencer refused.

He did not know why, but he was probably tired of fighting, tired of such battles.

In the past, no matter what, he could still convince himself to raise his sword by saying that he was fulfilling an oath, guarding order, and protecting the weak. But now, this kind of battle was purely for plundering, for killing… Could such a battle really be called justice?

Then Spencer began to wander around.

Until he saw a group of bandits r*pe and kill a little girl who was only seven or eight years old, and hang her mutilated body on a tree.

Spencer only felt a wave of anger rush to his head.

He chased the group of bandits and hacked them all to death. Although he was also cut twice and shot a few arrows, he felt more comfortable than ever.

Since then, he began to act according to his own preferences, serving justice, saving the weak, and carrying out what he thought was justice.

Da da da… Footsteps sounded.

Sandy, the Apprentice Knight who was in charge of arranging for the refugees to escape and take refuge in the cellar, walked out of the house.

Spencer quickly asked, “How is it? has everyone been arranged?”

Sandy nodded. “Wyatt has already taken away those who can walk. The rest who can’t walk have been arranged into the cellar. The rest is up to us to see if we can distract them.”

Spencer was finally relieved.

The sound of horses’ hooves beca more and more intense. In his field of vision, he could vaguely see the flas, and he could even recognize the rising dust.

Spencer turned his head to look at the east, his eyes filled with regret.

‘If I had known earlier, I would have taken another look at the sun yesterday…’

Of course, he knew the consequences of doing the right thing in such a chaotic era. He had long thought that he would die on the battlefield sooner or later. However, this day had co too early, and he was caught off guard.

At this ti, one of the Apprentice Knights suddenly said, “So… so many people…”

He tried his best to sound relaxed, but he could not hide his trembling voice.

Another Apprentice Knight comforted him, “What… what are you afraid of? They are just cowards… kill… kill two of them and the rest will disperse…”

Spencer hesitated for a mont and suddenly said, “Why don’t you guys go first? Leave this place to . I don’t need so many people to attract the enemy.”

The Knights were silent for a mont.

One of the Knights said, “What are you talking about? You are a Knight, not a god of war.”

Another Knight echoed, “That’s right. We agreed that we would advance together. You want to be a hero alone? This makes feel offended.”

The great waves begin to sweep away the sand and gain gold.

At this ti, those who had the power but did not fight for the throne and chose to stand here to defend justice must have been ntally prepared.

Rumble! The enemy was getting closer and closer, and a thunderous roar had already sounded.

The Apprentice Knights stepped forward one after another. Other than Wyatt, who had escorted the refugees away, the rest of the Apprentice Knights had gathered here, a total of four.

They stood in a row on each side and then looked at Spencer behind them.

Everyone held the hilts of the cross swords at their waists and smiled. “Sir Knight, your soldiers are in position.”

“Sandy!”

“Cromwell!”

“Hal!”

“Brandy!”

Everyone said in unison, “At your command!”

It was clearly night, but Spencer felt as if he had seen light.

Ever since he held his sword, he had never felt as powerful as he was now.

The childhood mories that were buried deep in his heart seed to be awakened at this mont. The protagonist in the story had walked into reality and beco one with it.

He walked forward with his head held high and his chest puffed out.

He faced the army of thousands of horses and the billowing dust.

He ordered in a cold and indomitable voice, “Draw your swords and get ready for battle!”

Clang! Clang! The uniform sound of tal interweaving rang out. The cross-shaped sword cut through the wind and shone with a different light in the darkness.

It was unprecedentedly bright!