Chapter 157: "I'm Going to Strip Them Naked!"
A harpoon flew in from a distance.
An orange-yellow glow instantly flared around the witcher.
The Mastercrafted Quen shield effortlessly blocked the incoming harpoon.
In response, Lynn casually tossed a Superior Dancing Star bomb, igniting the cultist who threw the harpoon, along with two other cultists standing nearby.
He then swiftly dodged an attack from a cultist in front of him before raising his Mastercrafted silver sword and plunging it unhesitatingly into the cultist's throat.
Just then, another cultist seized the opportunity while Lynn's weapon was still lodged in his comrade's throat and launched an attack.
But Lynn's reaction was even quicker.
He used the cultist with the pierced throat as a meat shield to block the attack.
Then, a gush of Igni Sign fire erupted from below, engulfing the other cultist's legs.
The cultist immediately screamed in panic.
His suffering was swiftly ended by Lynn, who swung his sword and decapitated him.
While Lynn was wreaking havoc, Geralt and Maximus were also slaughtering their enemies.
Geralt was quite similar to Lynn.
After all, they were taught by the same master.
His swordsmanship was like a juggling act.
But this wasn't mere juggling; it was beautiful to behold, yet truly lethal.
In contrast, Maximus's swordplay was far more straightforward.
Just like in Velen, he used his shield for defense and his longsword to kill.
Sometimes, the shield could also be used for a shield bash to stun enemies.
However, the most brutal of them all was Regis.
Utilizing his ability to transform into a cloud of mist, he moved freely through the crowd.
No cultist could possibly stand in the way of a higher vampire's assault.
Even with the cultists' fearless, tide-like, continuous onslaught, the three men and one ghost remained a solid wall, holding back the cultists' relentless attacks.
Just then, the witcher medallion on Lynn's chest began to vibrate violently.
The witcher's pupils constricted slightly.
He first used an Aard Sign to push back the enemies directly engaging him.
Then, he threw two Superior Grapeshot bombs, tearing apart the repelled cultists.
Taking advantage of this rare opening, Lynn's gaze swept towards the back of the cultist ranks.
He saw the cultist priest and several elites, distinct from ordinary cultists, who were not participating in the encirclement. Instead, they stood before an image of the邪神 (Evil God) Dagon, seemingly performing some ritual.
And this ritual was nearing its end.
The cultist priest's robes suddenly exploded, revealing a body that was slightly stronger than other cultists but still gaunt.
The elite cultists surrounding the priest immediately began chanting.
This chant was neither the Common Tongue nor the Elder Speech.
It was an incomprehensible, obscure language.
The cultist priest placed his hands on two elite cultists in front of him.
Their bodies rapidly withered, as if melting like wax.
In contrast, lumps of flesh swelled on the cultist priest's hands and slid into his body, as if he were absorbing the flesh and blood of others.
As the cultist priest absorbed more and more flesh, his body mutated further and further into something inhuman.
By the time he had absorbed all the elite cultists, the cultist priest had transformed into an incredibly deformed monster.
It stood about two meters tall, its head completely fish-like, but with several writhing tentacles extending from its chin.
As if announcing its birth, it opened its mouth wide, revealing countless sharp, pointed teeth, and let out a deafening roar.
"What in the world is that thing?"
Maximus, momentarily distracted, was stabbed in the abdomen by a cultist with a dagger.
Fortunately, before joining the battle, two witchers provided him cover, and Regis helped him put on heavy armor again. Thanks to the heavy armor, the dagger ultimately failed to pierce through.
Maximus, realizing his mistake, roared and slammed his shield heavily into the cultist's head, disorienting him.
He then slit the cultist's throat with his longsword.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
With heavy footsteps, the cultist priest, now mutated into a two-meter-tall merman warrior, approached them, single-handedly wielding a ship's anchor.
Regis transformed into a black mist, rapidly approaching the cultist priest.
He left several claw marks on the monster's leg.
The cultist priest swung the anchor like a weapon, sending several nearby cultists flying.
But he couldn't hit the higher vampire, who had turned into a cloud of mist and flown away.
And while the cultist priest had his back turned...
Lynn threw two Superior Dragon's Dream bombs, then snapped his fingers.
The Igni Sign ignited the gas leaking from the bombs.
With a deafening explosion, the twenty or thirty cultists blocking Lynn's path were instantly cleared.
The next moment, he vanished from his spot.
He charged behind the cultist priest.
His Mastercrafted silver sword mercilessly plunged into the monster's knee joint.
A howl echoed through the cave.
The anchor smashed down heavily, shaking the ground.
But it wasn't over. The cultist priest then dragged the anchor, carving a deep furrow in the ground.
It was useless, though.
After that first thrust, the witcher had already rolled away, and as the anchor slammed down, he leaped high, landing directly above the impact point of the anchor.
Then, stepping onto the cultist priest's arm that held the anchor, he quickly sprinted towards the monster's back.
The cultist priest, sensing his intent, reached out with its other free hand to grab Lynn.
That hand was half the size of a human; if caught, Lynn would likely be crushed to dust.
But Lynn remained calm, throwing a Superior Grapeshot bomb at the incoming giant hand.
The next moment, the exploding Grapeshot bomb, true to its name, shot out shrapnel that pierced through the cultist priest's palm, riddling it with holes.
Lynn, who was also within the blast radius of the Grapeshot bomb, had his Quen shield to absorb the damage.
Taking this opportunity, the witcher rushed onto the cultist priest's back.
He spread his legs, standing firm.
Gripping his Mastercrafted silver sword in a reverse grip, he took a deep breath.
Then, with all his might, he aimed at the cultist priest's back of the neck and thrust downwards!
Pfft!
The familiar sensation of a sharp blade penetrating flesh and hitting bone traveled up the sword hilt to his arm.
However, only a small portion of the blade entered before it got stuck.
Normally, even such an injury would be fatal.
But the cultist priest was still able to move.
It even tried to roll on the ground to shake off the witcher's grip.
But it had no chance.
"Aard."
Boosted by an invisible wave of force, the Mastercrafted silver sword, which had met strong resistance and could no longer penetrate deeper, pierced through the obstructing bone once more, as if a rocket had been attached to its hilt.
The blade emerged from the throat.
The cultist priest, trying to struggle, immediately ceased all movement as if struck by a heavy blow.
Then, it fell straight backward onto its back.
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