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

People don't first have a self and then choose a role; rather, they become themselves through the role.

Whether you wear the wolf's crest or not, don the soul of the Witcher!

Yes!

The revitalized emblem once again gnawed at his chest, and unlike what outsiders saw, cold blood seeped from the wolf's teeth on the emblem.

A venomous chill coursed through Roy's veins at breakneck speed.

It caused his heart to pound like a drum at first, and then slow down like a drop of dew.

This also prompted Roy to close his eyes.

When it opened, its eyes were already orange-gold cat-like!

"Aard!"

A deep blue shockwave, mixed with moisture, erupted from Roy's palm, shaking Geralt and the Red Plague Demon, who were bound by the Arden Sign.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The shockwave affected three people.

The Red Plague Demon, which had just invaded Geralt's body and whose possession was not yet firmly established, was half-pierced by the first shock, detached by the second, and sent flying by the third...

Under the binding effect of the Arden Magic Trap, it manifested as a tangible entity.

It is also an entity that cannot be possessed for a short period of time and can be physically destroyed in a short period of time!

"Coca-Cola!"

After a short call, the giant wolf bit the silver sword Geralt threw, and at Roy's call, it charged past the Red Plague Demon from behind, sword in hand.

Ah!

The wailing of the Red Plague Demon rose up.

As the wolf's head tilted slightly as it rushed past, it used the silver sword to slice through its ghostly body.

Make its substance thin!

Amidst the excruciating pain, the Red Plague Demon couldn't help but focus its attention on Cofi.

But he forgot that Roy, transformed into a Witcher with his physical abilities greatly enhanced, had already downed a bottle of Thunder Potion to boost his power and stood ready with his gun—

The spear moves horizontally, thrusting, withdrawing, thrusting again, withdrawing again, and thrusting again!

With no fancy movements, he thrust three times in succession, stabbing the Red Plague Demon in the head, neck, and chest in succession!

Furthermore, the tip of the spear was pre-coated with evil spirit oil that could absolutely subdue the plague demon.

Ah!

The Red Plague Demon screamed again, its spirit becoming even thinner, and filled with fear, its body glowed red, prompting it to hastily teleport elsewhere.

But its reputation for teleportation is well-known.

In reality, disappearing takes time, reappearing takes time, and then adjusting one's position to launch a dark magic attack takes even more time...

It's nowhere near as good as Ciri's teleportation in the future!

Even so, how can it compare to the cooperation of a wolf and a man!

"Coca-Cola!"

The giant wolf swung its tail and turned around the moment the Red Plague Demon disappeared, heading in the same direction as Roy, and trotted forward. Then Roy sped up and leaped onto the wolf's back.

It suddenly accelerated, racing towards the most foul-smelling part of the cave, and racing on...

As it galloped, its wolf head was slightly raised, presenting the silver sword it held in its mouth backward.

Roy caught the silver sword with his left arm and held it horizontally on the wolf's back.

Then, under Coffin's pursuit,

The latecomer arrived in front of the Red Plague Demon, who was still crouching down, preparing to unleash dark magic.

His spear immediately swept horizontally across the wolf, its silver-plated tip slicing through the body of the Red Plague Demon. As he darted past the demon, he raised his left arm.

The silver sword, propelled by the horse's momentum, once again slashed at the demon's body.

And that's not all.

The charm of one plus one is greater than two lies in the fact that the giant wolf under Roy has its own consciousness and can move without being driven.

And once it carried Roy, its only mission was no longer to kill, but to speed, speed, and make sharp turns according to Roy's wishes!

Coffin suddenly sprinted and swerved, causing Roy to turn sideways and face the Plague Demon again, just as Coffin had been close to the Plague Demon.

Thus, Roy's spear was able to once again slash diagonally and thrust forward at high speed!

"Ah! Ah! Why? Why are you a Witcher too! I clearly saw that you weren't!"

The Red Plague Demon howled and vanished from the spot once more.

He shifted his position and tried to call upon the little plague demon for help.

But as I said before, it's too slow; its pre-motion animation takes too long.

Grown to...

It surpassed its health bar and life!

Cofi gave chase before it could issue a summons.

Roy's spear followed suit, piercing the spirit's neck once more, and then, thrusting upwards, sliced ​​across its increasingly thin chin and head.

And when it becomes thin like smoke and stiffens.

Coca-Cola brushed past it.

Roy swung his silver sword backhand and swiftly severed its spirit head.

Bang!

The Crimson Plague Demon transformed into specks of dark energy, vanishing into the chaotic torrent of demonic energy.

……

"Coffee, go wash the old man's face and wake him up!"

After the solo kill ended, Roy jumped off the giant wolf and patted Coffin teasingly.

"Hmm... I'm awake now, no need to worry. I'm just a little dizzy and my limbs are a bit weak, I need to rest a bit longer."

Geralt replied in a weak voice, forcing himself to pull a bottle of Swallow Potion from his waist, bit off the stopper, and gulped it down.

A few seconds later, he sat up from the ground.

"Did you foresee that it would possess me?" Geralt asked, panting.

"Pretty much the same!" Roy replied.

Leonard's body had been worn down by hundreds of years and was in a terrible state. It was only by dark energy that it did not dry out and rot. The Witcher's body, which was naturally immune to plague, was the best and optimal choice for the Red Plague Demon.

Besides, possession could also eliminate an opponent.

As for the two humans and the wolf, Roy drank a potion to stop the possession; Cofi is a product of the werewolf curse, and it's still uncertain who is more sinister...

The Red Plague Demon had no choice but to possess Geralt.

"Hmm... then where is the wolf crest that you foresaw I should inherit?" Geralt asked, getting up from the ground.

"Look, our Wolf Pack's predecessor has come out!"

Roy flicked the gun barrel and wiped it with a strip of cloth.

"Oh, Osmond has finally sent someone. It seems the gods haven't forgotten this bewitched valley."

"Well... tsk tsk tsk, when did our Wolf Faction get a little wolf that can switch between human and demon hunter forms?"

"How long have I been forgotten that I missed witnessing such an epic moment?"

"With this switching method, who among those damned scoundrels will still dare to secretly curse us as bastards while drinking?"

A spirit rose from the body of Leonard, abandoned by the Red Plague Demons, and began to mutter incoherently, saying:

"I want to thank you, Little Wolf. If I had come in with you all back then, I wouldn't be so confused that I sometimes can't tell whether I am Leonard, or the Red Plague Demon, or neither of them..."

"By the way, Little Wolf, how's Osmond doing now?"

"Senior, nearly three hundred years have passed since your time, but Osmond has not forgotten you. The records state that he was unfortunately severely injured and lost his speech, unable to save himself, nor could he save you..."

……

Roy and Geralt talked for a long time with the spirit, Leonard, who was a highly skilled wolf hunter. He still had the blueprints for the abandoned wolf armor he had designed and polished for the School's prototype armor in his pocket.

Geralt also generously inherited the flat wolf crest on his chest.

He told Roy and the others everything he knew, but he had one more request:

He hoped Roy could bring in the priest of the Eternal Flame to help him fulfill his final wish.

……

As Geralt walked out of the salt cave, he asked:

"What are you planning to do about the pastor's affairs later? I don't believe that discussing scriptures and doctrines can solve any last wishes."

Leonard's spirit still exists, sustained by strong emotions and last wishes, and these emotions are mostly hatred!

Roy shrugged and said:

"Just look at the pastor's attitude when he pays the money."

Gerald nodded and followed.

A moment later, they pushed open the door to the Devil's Pit.

The area outside the gate was much more lively than when they arrived.

As the gate opened, several long-handled swords immediately pointed diagonally at them, several crossbows were also aimed at them, and several drawn swords...

There was a guard of more than a dozen people standing guard outside the door!

"My lords, these two witchers knocked down my guards and broke in, intending to rob our church of a large sum of money."

"Look, the bags on their backs are still bulging; they must have looted a lot of valuables in the cave."

"We must not let them go, sir. I can give you everything they have."

In the crowd, the pastor shouted loudly and promised other rewards.

But then, just as he finished speaking,

The crossbow-wielding soldier beside him suddenly gave him a strange look.

He put down the crossbow, then gestured for others to do the same, and stepped closer, saying:

"What are you doing here, Master!"

Roy smiled and said:

"Could it be that Witcher, Rad?"

The armored soldier with the crossbow was none other than Rad, the crossbow-wielding guard who had helped Roy gain favor by giving him an apple when he first visited Crow's Nest...

They saw each other this morning when they handed in the Wolf King mission!

Then I saw,

As they exchanged pleasantries, the pastor who had just been shouting suddenly turned ashen-faced and began to tremble.

They tried to retreat, but found themselves surrounded by heavily armored soldiers...