A person in American horror, wearing two versions of The Witcher

He lunged forward, half-turned, and used the strong blade of his sword to block the little plague demon's diagonal slash. He then took a half step forward and used his elbow to thrust forcefully into the little plague demon.

It made him stumble.

Taking advantage of the moment of his staggering, he spun sideways and wielded his sword, allowing the silver sword to fully swirl horizontally before slicing through the neck and forcefully severing the head of this plague demon.

He retreated to the side, avoiding a lunge that came flying from behind.

Geralt quickly distanced himself from the three little plague demons who were rushing over from behind.

The master-level Wolf School swordsmanship he practiced was more of a single-target sword dance, emphasizing light turns and agility. If he was cornered and surrounded, even the most exquisite swordsmanship would inevitably result in a stab.

After all, we can't dance!

"Aard"

Geralt slammed his palm forward, sending a shockwave that knocked the two small plague demons to the ground, and then tried to bypass them to attack the last one that hadn't fallen.

It both creates one-on-one opportunities by drawing monsters and leaves enough room for maneuver.

Unexpectedly, although there was space, the little plague demon standing there did not rush towards him mindlessly, but waited there, between the two plague demons who were getting up.

White Alder! They need to create space again and look for an opportunity!

Geralt sighed inwardly.

Just then, the silver-gray puppy leaped down from above.

It leaped into the air, its form transforming into a three-meter-tall giant wolf, and charged directly at the standing plague demon with its enormous wolf head.

Not only did it knock it over, but upon landing it turned around and bit it, seizing the calf of another crawling plague ghost and refusing to let go, dragging it forward like a dead dog.

Let the three little plague devils gather together.

The style suddenly changed to one crawling and one falling, and finally, like a dog pulling a sled, it was being dragged haphazardly on the ground.

"Uncle, let me help you!"

Just then, Roy shouted and jumped down from the mine shaft, holding his spear diagonally downwards, his steps quickening.

He thrust the spear tip into the lower abdomen of the little plague demon who had just gotten up, like an old man pushing a cart.

Push and run!

This movement is actually a poor technique in any spear technique; spears should avoid being sluggish and avoid using excessive force.

However, at that moment, the wounded plague demon was indeed pushed away from the ground.

Geralt sighed inwardly upon seeing this:

"Alas, in the end, I couldn't kill him without taking any damage to protect my beloved disciple!"

"Then, let's unleash Berserk!"

He held the sword and thrust it straight at the lone plague demon.

He ignored the broken sword that the plague demon was slashing at him, and instead, as the broken sword struck his waist and abdomen, his Kunen light shield shattered, and as the broken sword broke apart, he plunged the blade straight into the plague demon's throat.

He turned sideways, grabbed the slightly dulled hilt of the silver sword with his left hand, and with a second burst of strength, sliced ​​half of the plague demon's neck open, then swiftly flicked it away.

The ghost head immediately spun in the air and transformed into a motionless skeleton.

Bang!

The skull slammed to the ground. Geralt rushed forward, wanting to help his beloved apprentice as quickly as possible, but then he heard...

Bang!

Roy's spear, which held the plague demon in place, was also slammed against the wall, and at that moment,

Roy also sidestepped, drew his gun, and slashed upwards.

He used the tassel of his spear to directly deflect the plague demon's right arm as it attempted to retaliate, leaving the plague demon's defenses wide open.

Then the spearhead, positioned at the upper middle, slammed down violently.

He struck the plague demon on the head, and as its brain buzzed and stiffened, he drew his gun and thrust it horizontally.

It pierced straight into the throat of the plague demon.

Like a hunter, he pried open the tiger's claws and then smashed its head to the ground with tremendous force.

It is a Tiger-like stance followed by a horizontal thrusting spear.

"Sigh, having such a strong student isn't good either; it leaves so many opportunities to express affection!"

Geralt, who was rushing to the rescue, paused and quickly turned to look to the side:

"And there's that little rascal being dragged around like a sled by Coca-Cola! We can still show him some affection."

However, when Geralt actually found the little plague demon, his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

All that could be seen behind and around the giant wolf were scattered bones, and the giant wolf was currently gnawing on the thigh bone of the plague demon!

It seems that after being dragged to pieces, it noticed the dark power remaining on the bones and curiously gnawed on them to play!

Coffin, upon noticing Geralt's gaze, paused, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, before silently loosening his teeth and using his claws to push the thigh bone out.

Stop biting and stop being nosy and telling on me!

It pointed its tail at Geralt, facing the enemy!

"Does even a personal pet have to be this powerful?!"

"This puts me in a difficult position!"

"Oh, right, there's also scouting. My apprentice already mentioned that after killing the monsters, there's a small path you can climb up next to the blocked road. The cabin where Leonard mixes medicine is located at the top of that path."

"Roy, go down there and collect the spoils. It'll make it easier for us to turn back later."

Geralt shouted, flicked the ashes off his silver sword, and sheathed it.

With a running start every two or three steps, he leaped more than 1.5 meters off the ground, using one hand to climb onto a rock platform more than three meters high. With a forceful pull, he lifted himself up and jumped into the wooden house.

Inside the cabin, Geralt found the "second letter from Leonard" that Roy had mentioned.

The letter described how Leonard was possessed by the Red Plague Demon, and mentioned that anyone who approached him would now be possessed. However, if there were celandine flowers and other herbs to make a semi-finished potion, a medicine could be concocted to prevent the Red Plague Demon's possession; but that damned priest outside would rather trap Leonard to death than provide even a single celandine flower!

Geralt remained silent, took out a white floret from his herb pouch at his waist, and began to concoct a potion according to the instructions in the letter.

He had to ensure that his beloved disciple was not possessed.

At that moment, his beloved disciple Roy was in the cabin below, picking up a tattered parchment scroll.

The scroll recounts the riots fought by patients due to the pastors' nail therapy, which were then brutally suppressed.

……

After the medicine was prepared, Roy climbed up the rock platform.

Geralt handed over the only potion he had prepared, and Roy drank it down without hesitation.

Let's go!

"Um!"

The two didn't exchange any more words. Everything in the salt cave was being sensed by the Red Plague Demon, and saying more would only reveal more.

But also, all the plans had already been laid out under Roy's prophetic guidance.

Currently, progress is proceeding smoothly...

Geralt led the way, effortlessly killing several more plague demons who were lining up to deliver the message, and also finding Leonard's fifth letter.

After reading it, Roy took the letter away.

The two continued forward, passing through a large gate, and arrived at the deep cave where Leonard and the Red Plague Demon were trapped.

That was an entire space that had been transformed into an exorcism barrier.

Deep within the space, a long-haired man wearing dark gray leather armor and carrying two swords was trapped among clusters of stalactites.

"Stalactites...destroy them, release me."

The long-haired man shouted urgently.

Geralt held his silver sword without sheathing it or asking any questions, but instead thrust his palm forward sharply:

"Aard"

It shattered those clusters of stalactites.

But then, just as the stones were collapsing and flying,

A red, ghostly figure burst forth from the long-haired man's body and rushed into Geralt's body like an unstoppable gust of wind.

The Red Plague Demon possessed Geralt immediately.

"Hahaha, Witcher, you foolishly fed your only potion to an ordinary person, a piece of trash! Perfect! Your perfect body is mine now, watch me... Wait, what happened?"

Just as the Red Plague Demons were spreading their attacks,

But Geralt, as if he had anticipated this, tossed his silver sword aside.

Simultaneously channeling all the magic power within his mutated organs, he thrust downwards with a single palm:

"Yrden"

The hum of a magic trap activating immediately rang out around it, and a purple magic circle glowed.

"It's so great to have a prophet as a disciple!"

Before his consciousness was completely suppressed by the Red Plague Demon, these were Geralt's last thoughts.

And behind him,

Roy, the so-called ordinary person mentioned by the Red Plague Demon,

He had already pressed the wolf emblem to his chest...

……

My lord, times have changed!

In the face of overpowered cheaters, the gap between ordinary people and demon hunters is no longer high mountains and vast grasslands!