Chapter 85 That Touch of Magnificent and Dreamy Purple
In the room, Geralt took off all his clothes and raised his arm. He frowned slightly as he looked at the wound on his arm that was bleeding.
The wound was not long, but was about two fingers deep, and there was no sign of stopping the bleeding.
Considering his physique as a demon hunter who had undergone a secondary mutation and his previous experience, this was extremely abnormal.
The skin membrane of a second-level melee superhuman is already very tough, and their defense is almost comparable to that of a first-level monster. Small-caliber firearms can no longer cause fatal injuries to them unless they hit vulnerable parts such as the eyes. This is why high-level superhumans are rarely equipped with firearms.
"Crown's weapon is not made of Valyrian steel, so there is no reason for it to cause such a deep wound. If the bleeding doesn't stop, could he have insidiously smeared medicine on his weapon?"
"No, I have a strong resistance to poisons and the like, so I won't be affected. Could it be that he applied a strong blood-activating drug? He is also an excellent herbalist, so he may have come up with something like this."
The demon hunter thought about it, licked his wound, and savored the taste of blood.
There was no other smell. What on earth was going on? He couldn't figure it out and scratched his snow-white hair hard.
"Alan, help me find some hemostatic ointment. The wound is a bit troublesome."
The apprentice took out their medicine bag and came over, asking in confusion, "Do you need more medicine?"
In his impression, his teacher would only use hemostatic ointment unless there was a huge wound on the body that needed to be sutured and bandaged. Minor wounds would stop bleeding naturally quickly.
"I don't know why, but the wound is stopping bleeding much slower than before," Geralt put his arm close to his eyes.
Alan opened his eyes wide and looked for a while, and found that it was true.
He placed his bag on the table and quickly found the ointment he needed: "Teacher, let me help you apply it."
The witcher nodded slightly and stretched out his arms.
Ten minutes later, Geralt looked at the wound that had just stopped bleeding, his brows knotted.
In the past, if hemostatic ointment was applied to such a small wound, it would only take one minute to completely stop the bleeding, but now the effect is too poor.
"I'll have to ask why tomorrow."
. . . .
Gold filled Crown's vision, and a gorgeous and dreamy purple handwriting appeared at the top of the golden wall.
[Basic Swordsmanship: Extreme]
(Special Effect I: The swordsman's heart is clear, and he has a deep understanding of the mysteries of swordsmanship. He can cause more damage with sword weapons, greatly speed up the learning of other swordsmanship, and increase the power of other swordsmanship;
Special Effect II: Armor Breaking. When using sword weapons, it is easier to penetrate the enemy's defense and armor. Special Effect III: Sharp. When using sword weapons to cause direct damage, it is possible to tear the enemy's wounds, making it difficult to heal.
Evaluation: Skills are close to the Tao.) Standing still for a moment, Crown clenched his fists. He had only one thought in his mind: Brother, I am even more powerful! It turns out that the higher level of blue skills is purple, it turns out that the limit is not the end of skills, it turns out that basic skills can become so powerful when they are practiced to the extreme.
Leaving aside the two additional special effects of the basic swordsmanship, the words "greatly speed up the learning of other swordsmanship and increase the power of other swordsmanship" in the special effect Sword Heart Clearness made him very excited.
Because from here he saw the infinite possibilities brought about by the superposition of multiple skill effects.
Stay calm, stay calm! There is no need to be so excited about such a small achievement.
"Haha," he stroked his chest, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before he suppressed the surging emotion of 'wanting to go to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun'.
Crown continued to look down, a smile on his face, his eyes shining like stars in the sky.
[Flame Breath: 6/7000; Level 2] (Your skin has been tempered during the breathing method and is now as tough as cowhide; injecting the fiery source of life into weapons can add fire elemental damage)
[Flame Cross: 1327/2000; Level 1]
[Cross Sword: 1239/5000; Level 3]
Skill upgrading is a qualitative leap brought about by the accumulation of proficiency, and his strength will usher in a period of rapid growth.
Starting from tomorrow, I will practice breathing techniques and cross sword training during the day, and at the same time, I will see how powerful the special effects of Sword Heart Clarity are. At night, I will spend as much time as possible to improve my proficiency in the Golden Light Curse.
I really want to see what kind of special effects this skill will have after it is advanced.
Crown had the highest expectations for this skill with the 'zero-order' stage, which was also the only skill he brought from the previous world.
After making the decision, he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.
No words were spoken that night.
At five o'clock in the morning, Crown woke up from his sleep, washed up and drank a bottle of holy water.
Unconsciously, holy water has become his "certain cow drink" to replenish energy.
Then he went back to bed and started a beautiful day by visualizing the Golden Light Mantra.
After visualizing three big cycles, he no longer felt tired at all, and his mental and physical states were adjusted to the best.
He took his one-handed sword and a small leather bag of supplies, left the room, and walked towards the church door.
. . . .
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Crown walked to the tower and took a look. He saw that all the people on duty were wearing fur coats, with dew on their fur, and no one was lazing around and sleeping.
"Squeak", he gently pushed open the small door of the wooden house next to him and saw Nick sitting on a chair in full body armor meditating. The flame pattern on the matte silver armor flickered with the owner's breathing, showing an orange-red halo, which looked brilliant.
The priest was the only one in the cabin, which he found a bit strange. Normally, an ordinary person would be assigned to help keep watch at night.
Seeing that the other party was still in meditation, he casually placed the leather bag and weapons on the table, pulled a chair and sat cross-legged at the door, continuing to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.
He is now a true master of time management, and every minute counts. His increasing proficiency on the Golden Wall brings him a sense of fulfillment and great security.
Only when you have strength can you be fearless.
Nick was in deep meditation at this time, but he was not unaware of the outside world.
The ability to divide one's mind into two parts and remain alert to the outside world even while meditating and recovering has been a subject he has been training in since he was selected to become an apprentice to the exorcist priest.
Their training also includes being able to fall asleep in a noisy and chaotic environment, and being required to wake up after hearing the sound of a coin falling to the ground . The purpose of this is to deal with the possibility of being attacked by monsters or enemies while performing a long, high-intensity battle alone.
Someone entered the room and stopped at the door, and the priest knew it all.
This was the church's territory, and the newcomer had not entered his absolute security range, so he did not end his meditation.
An hour and a half passed and Nick ended his meditation.
Almost at the same time, Crown also ended his visualization. His time had come and the sun was about to rise.
"How did you sleep last night?" The priest saw who the visitor was and said with a smile.
"Very good. I haven't slept that long in many days."
"Did you find a demon hunter to practice with you last night?"
Crown nodded.
"I guess you won't be able to sleep peacefully without a fight. What will be the result?" After saying that, the priest stood up, picked up the water cup on the table and drank it.
Geralt should have taught him a lesson last night. As Nick was thinking, a flash of orange-red light lit up his eyes.
(End of this chapter)