On the other hand, Lann, how could he really kill Jeroen Moreau? He had already prepared himself mentally, and while running, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the Moon Dust, letting the alchemical bomb explode directly in his palm!

Silver dust instantly enveloped Lann, and at the same time, green phosphorous fire ignited in the void around Lann. As soon as the demon appeared, it was covered with silver flakes and lost its ability to become virtual.

——The time for close combat has come.

It's a good time to try out new skills.

Without any hesitation, Lann just had this thought, as if awakening the skills dormant in his muscles. His body began to swing naturally and his feet began to spin naturally.

As light as a butterfly flying among flowers, as nimble as a civet cat on the treetops, and as fierce as a swift leopard chasing its prey.

【Whirling Sword Dance】!

Lann had learned the sword dance mastered by the demon hunter through his own imitation and Geralt's instruction. It was an advanced skill for fighting one against many, but it also had its disadvantages: First, the rapid slash in the sword dance was too fast, resulting in less force than the usual charged attack. Lann's sword dance slash almost did not penetrate armor, and could only be used to create space for counterattacks in encirclement or to bully unarmored enemies such as water ghosts;

Secondly, this kind of movement that makes the body dance like a windmill is accompanied by strong inertia, which is very vulnerable and cannot be controlled freely. There will even be a period of stiffness after the movement. Just like Lan En faced three water ghosts in the air before, he turned twice before attacking them all, and turned one more circle to relieve the force, all because of this.

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

Lann felt that he could start and stop in any kind of force posture. Every blow during the rotation was a full-strength blow. He could freely attack any corner around him by slashing with the sword blade, stabbing with the sword tip, and slapping with the sword spine!

At this moment, facing the enemy's attack, Lann easily blocked the weapon wielded by the demon spirit, spun while lowering his head to dodge the opponent's claws, and then -

A storm of sword blades blew around him!

Stabbing, chopping, lifting, hanging, cutting, intercepting and sweeping, different sword moves were wielded by Lann with great enthusiasm. The silver sword pierced through the body of the demon spirit madly. Thomas Moreau could not even count how many times he was hit by the sword in just one breath!

Even without applying the evil spirit oil that demon hunters use specifically to restrain spirits, the high-frequency silver sword attacks alone are enough to cause huge damage to the demon spirit's body!

It was like wounds with spots of light that kept flickering on the demon's body. His originally solid figure became illusory and dissipated as if it was about to dissipate, and his limbs began to burn with green phosphorous fire.

You’re almost there!

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

The skill system on his body has been mutated and can be driven by all kinds of energy, including magic. However, he has none of vitality, energy or magic.

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

Tired! After only a dozen sword strikes, Lann felt as if he had fought with Geralt for an entire afternoon, and his arms seemed to be filled with lead.

But I absolutely cannot fall down now. Can being tired be more terrifying than death?

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

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

The storm brought about by the silver sword never stopped. The demon spirit was trapped in it and was swayed left and right by the attack without any ability to fight back. The green fire on its body burned more and more vigorously, and was about to completely ignite itself!

Finally, the demon seemed to have made some important and fatal decision. It suddenly stretched out its hands and allowed the attack, leaving the door wide open.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible wave appeared on his body, and the green fire on his body burned more violently. This action was like sacrificing part of his body.

The cat head badge on Lan's chest vibrated wildly.

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

Lann's judgment was not wrong. The spirit did need the help of his own body when he was alive to cast magic freely. But now it is no longer possible because of Lann.

But it was a warlock over a hundred years old after all. After it was transformed into a special demon spirit through amazing obsession, it still retained a magic that was extremely compatible with the demon spirit body -

Portal

The deep darkness opened up a frame that shone with blue sparks and swallowed Lan and Thomas Moreau in one go.

After a brief feeling of dizziness, there was a feeling of weightlessness. After a period of free fall, Lann fell heavily to the ground. The part of the armor that was in contact with the ground was deformed under the violent impact. The body and bones under the armor seemed to be groaning. The tearing and pain sensations continued to stimulate Lann's nerves.

"Lane!"

A hand pulled up Lann, who was dizzy and sore all over. Lann opened his eyes and saw that it was a white-haired demon hunter in black armor with a sword in hand, standing with his back to him, guarding against the demon spirit covered in green fire in the air.

Geralt, why is he here?

Or in other words, where am I?

Lan looked around and found that there were more than a dozen portals in all directions. He was actually back in the hall full of gargoyles.

What did Thomas Moreau mean? Although there was only one Geralt in the hall, didn't he know that demon hunters were much more professional than him in fighting demons? Was he so panicked by his own sword dance?

Without turning his head, Geralt asked, "Is he seriously injured?"

Lann coughed twice and his body swayed. He felt a slight smell of blood spreading in his mouth and had varying degrees of pain alarms all over his body.

"I can still fight, and the opponent is much more seriously injured than me."

"What's going on?" Geralt asked solemnly after making sure Lann could stand up. "How did you fall out with a demon? This is not an ordinary demon. An ordinary demon can't burn half of its body and still be alive. An ordinary demon can't open a portal."

"He is Thomas Moreau." Lann tried to move his hands and feet, relaxing his muscles as much as possible, and asked Geralt, "Do you have any more demon-blocking gold bombs? Give me one. I have used up all mine."

Geralt handed a bomb back without looking back and asked, "What do you mean he is Thomas Moreau?"

Lann replied with a grin, "He wanted to turn himself into the son of a demon hunter and then back again. He failed to do it when he was alive, so he turned into a demon spirit and continued after he died. He was able to use magic in his previous body as a demon spirit, but I chopped him into pieces."

Geralt narrowed his eyes. "That doesn't sound like a good story. Ghosts with special abilities are not simple. Wait, what is he doing?!"

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

After being teleported here with Lan, the demon spirit did not seem to stop casting spells. The green flames on his body burned more and more fiercely, and finally stopped when the part below his chest was reduced to ashes. Even so, there were still sporadic flames burning slowly on his body, which were the injuries caused by Lan.

While the body was burning, the Demon Hunter's badge told its owner that the surrounding magic fluctuations were becoming stronger and stronger. Correspondingly, all the portals in the hall glowed at the same time.

A chill rushed from the soles of Lan's feet to his head, and he felt as if a big hand was grabbing his heart.

Suddenly, Lann saw the druid being thrown out from the portal facing Lann.

At this moment, he was holding a long stick upside down and his body was covered with wounds; behind him was Sword who was in the same group with him, his armor was mostly broken and deformed; behind him was a stone giant who was three people tall and covered with branches and vines. This was a golem!

A golem is a creature that is brought to life by magic. It does not think, but obeys its creator's orders without question. Compared to the gargoyles we encountered before, its behavior is more rigid, but its strength is far superior.

The druid roared, and the vines on the golem suddenly glowed green and began to grow, wrapping around the big guy and fixing him in place.

"Great, Lannister, Geralt, come and help me get this thing..." Before he could finish his words, the druid's joyful expression on seeing his companions froze on his face and gradually turned into horror.

After a second of silence as if they were gathering power, the portals all began to spew out all kinds of figures:

The portal on the right throws out a heavily armored soldier from the exploration team, with three water ghosts hanging on him and a large group of them chasing after him;

The portal on the left kept throwing out ghouls that looked like skinned children, chewing something in their mouths;

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

There were also giant centipedes thrown out from the portal, most of them were gray, a few were white, one of them wrapped around a soldier like a python and ate his head off in front of Lann;

Five deformed humans fell out of the portals on the second floor. They all had deformed mutations: some had left arms that were four or five times thicker than their right arms, some had skin that was as bumpy as if it had melted, and some had fingers and toes that were stuck together to varying degrees like meat pestles. They all had one thing in common - amber cat eyes.

The hall, which could hold forty or fifty people, was packed in an instant.

They include guards created by the warlock to protect the ruins, man-eating monsters that have been captured or raised by the warlock for hundreds of years to extract experimental materials, and experimental subjects that have survived the warlock's failed mutation.