NOVEL NEXT 201. Henselt is Dead?
This Drowner King is so weak!
The thought flashed through Allen's mind. At the same time...
The Drowner King's right claw came crashing down like a heavy hammer, as if a small mountain was slamming down towards Allen's head. The witcher, after a quick glance, used an Aard Sign to knock down the surrounding drowners, then swiftly sidestepped.
"Boom!"
The red-webbed fist slashed a red streak in the air as it narrowly missed his body and struck the ground. The yellow-brown dirt of the arena floor was instantly smashed into a pit, with soil splattering everywhere, shooting into the distance.
Allen muttered under his breath.
"This Drowner King is so weak?"
Although his strength couldn't match this creature, which must weigh at least three or four tons, he could clearly see each of the Drowner King's attacks. Dodging was easy, and it wasn't nearly as difficult as he had imagined.
"Whoosh~"
Before the dust from the impact had settled, the sound of wind came again from the right. Allen spun and dodged the thick blue arm, then smoothly and cleanly slashed downward. The sharp silver sword flashed like a bolt of silver lightning.
Passing through the skin, muscle, and nerves… it only briefly snagged on the bone before directly severing the Drowner King's forearm.
Bright red blood, with a distinctive scent, gushed out from the severed veins and arteries.
"Thud~"
The heavy arm slammed into the dirt, raising dust.
"Raaagh!"
The intense pain from the severed limb caused the Drowner King to let out a piercing scream.
At the same time...
Allen glanced down.
The Drowner King's red-and-blue webbed claw twitched twice in the dust before becoming still.
This Drowner King truly was weak!
Not only had it failed to use ice spear spells from a distance, but it hadn't even cast that blue magic shield similar to the Quen Sign to protect itself. Otherwise, severing its arm would have been almost impossible.
"Is it out of disdain?"
"Or does it lack the ability to cast magic?"
Thinking of the so-called "Conjunction of the Spheres"...
Perhaps...
This Drowner King was being raised by someone.
While thinking, Allen curled his right middle finger and casually flicked it to the right. The swarm of drowners that rushed toward him without fear were knocked back once again by a semi-transparent shockwave.
Compared to severing the Drowner King's limb with a sword, Allen found that when he used the Aard Sign to push away the drowners, he even had to control the strength.
[Hunting Task: Drowners II (Drowners killed 496/500)]
[Task Reward: Unknown]
In truth, he didn't know if completing the "Hunting Task: Drowners II" would trigger the Conjunction of the Spheres.
However...
Allen glanced to the side.
Hughes and Bont had just turned into mist and passed through the iron fence, while Fred hadn't left yet. For the safety of his companions, it was better to avoid these drowners for now. At that moment, exclamations erupted from the stands.
"What did I just see?"
"The witcher from the Wolf School actually cut off that monster's arm!"
Although many timid warlocks had left due to the unexpected incident...
However...
There were always some bold individuals who, seeing that the Conjunction of the Spheres hadn't affected them, returned to continue watching this rare scene.
"The Conjunction of the Spheres is happening? Aren't you going to run?"
"Why run? The monsters are all inside the arena. It's not every day you get to see monsters and freaks tearing each other apart..."
"And what Conjunction of the Spheres? That's just something from history books!"
"Look at the king over there... This is clearly a premeditated assassination..."
"You mean..."
"Shh~ The ones who know, know..."
The bold warlock apprentices saw the battle on the royal viewing platform. Naturally, Allen had also seen it. While diverting the drowners and the Drowner King away from the young witcher from the Wolf School, part of his attention was also on Sol and the king.
He saw Henselt being closely guarded by the royal guards. He saw the cat-school witcher disguised as a royal guard secretly stabbing the chief of the Wolf School, only to be discovered...
Although the man's disguise was convincing, Allen, who had reached level 5 with the cat-school dual swords, immediately recognized his swordsmanship.
In the end...
Allen watched as the chief seemed to be helping the king catch the assassin. To avoid affecting the king, he was pushing the cat-school witcher further away from Henselt as they fought. Only the assassin's royal guard armor, and the deliberate lack of cooperation between the royal guards along the way, subtly hinted at the true identities of both men.
And who the real enemy of the king was.
"Bang~"
Allen used another Aard Sign to push back the drowners. He twirled his sword and circled around the increasingly frantic Drowner King, who had lost an arm. Just as he was about to find an opportunity to finish it off...
Suddenly...
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a warlock in a black robe and pointed hat stepping out from behind the royal platform and walking toward Henselt.
After speaking a few words with the king, Allen felt both the warlock and the king's eyes glance in his direction. Immediately after...
The strange, pointy-hatted warlock clutched a pendant on his chest, his mouth moving silently. The royal guards surrounding the king began to discreetly shift, creating a passageway. The passage led directly to Sol, who was fighting the cat-school witcher, entirely unaware.
Not good!
His target was the chief!
In a panic...
Allen's brain worked rapidly.
After taking two quick steps back, he curled his right index finger and swiftly pointed at the approaching drowners. Scorching heat rose from near his heart, flowed through his right hand, and erupted as a searing line of fire.
In an instant, three drowners in front of him were set ablaze.
Immediately...
The next second...
His left middle finger curled, and he sharply thrust it forward.
Amid the screeching of the burning drowners...
The telekinesis, finely controlled by his mental power, fanned the flames. The fire quickly spread from the burning drowners to four or five others behind them.
In no time...
In the corner where the Drowner King and Allen stood, no drowners dared approach for fear of the flames.
And...
The fire he controlled was not strong enough to kill these resilient creatures, so he didn't have to worry about completing the "Hunting Task: Drowners II," adding further complications.
As for the Drowner King, who had lost half an arm and was nearing madness...
It would be difficult to get close enough to kill it. But with its powerful right arm gone, dodging its attacks was incredibly easy for Allen. With the moment of reprieve gained, he focused and opened his Witcher's Journal.
[Ding! Would you like to use Conjunction of the Spheres – Drowners (Cooldown time: 30 days)?]
With a thought, a large, intricately designed green door, reminiscent of elven craftsmanship, suddenly appeared before him.
Huh!
The translucent door, previously just a projection, now had a black, spherical gem embedded in its left side, almost as if it were solid.
Wasn't this the fragment of the Gate of Ard Geis that Sadia had given him?
After granting him the space manipulation and blink abilities, this fragment had never been fully absorbed. So much time had passed that Allen had almost forgotten about it. He hadn't expected to encounter it again here.
When he gazed at the gem, it felt like staring into a black hole, as if his mental energy was being drawn into it. Frightened, he quickly averted his gaze.
At that moment, a flood of questions surged through his mind...
But now wasn't the time to dwell on this fragment.
Allen glanced in the direction of the young witcher. Fred had already transformed into mist, just moments away from passing through the iron fence. So, without further hesitation, he swiftly transferred the shadowy figure of what seemed to be "Ard Gaeth's Door" to the main grandstand.
As soon as his thoughts confirmed it, a blood-red banner appeared before his eyes.
[Warning! Warning! Warning!]
[Detected disturbances of the Conjunction of the Spheres! Detected disturbances of the Conjunction of the Spheres!]
Behind the banner in his sight, the wizard wearing a pointed hat was still muttering, not yet finishing his spell. Seeing this, Allen thought furiously to himself: "You like the Conjunction of the Spheres, huh?"
"Also fond of the Drowner King?"
"Then I'll show you the real thing!"
The next second, a deep black sphere appeared at the center of his vision.
The wizard in the pointed hat, who had been chanting, trembled violently, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
"Pffft~"
A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips, splattering directly onto Henselt's face. The King of Kaedwen's face changed dramatically, just about to burst into a tirade.
Suddenly.
Transparent ripples spread outward from the black sphere in concentric circles. When they touched the ground...
"Boom!"
There was an explosion. It was unclear whether the earth was shaking the space, or space was resonating with the earth. A violent force, akin to a volcanic eruption, surged from the ground, hurling all creatures standing on the earth into the air.
In the arena, only Allen, through experience, managed to keep his balance. Both the Drowner King with its severed arm and the drowners were flung into the air, crashing hard back onto the ground.
Fortunately.
It seemed the arena had been magically reinforced.
A faint magical glow shimmered over it, preventing the building from collapsing. However, numerous fine cracks appeared across the walls and floor. But the people in the grandstands weren't as fortunate.
Though the building beneath them absorbed much of the shock, many still couldn't avoid falling and hitting their heads, resulting in injuries.
The worst part was the panic caused by this sudden disaster...
"What's happening?!!"
"An earthquake!!!"
"Protect His Majesty! Protect His Majesty!"
The people in the regular grandstands, in the aftermath of the earthquake, surged toward the exits in a panic.
Many were trampled and injured in the chaos.
Sol and Treyse halted their battle.
After all, both of them were among the world's top witchers—this level of shaking wasn't enough to harm them!
Treyse's gaze was locked firmly on Sol. Sol, however, glanced thoughtfully at Jenks, then at Allen in the arena. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile. The guards on the main grandstand were shouting to protect the king.
Yet, amidst the screams of the gluttonous king, each one was thrown onto Henselt's obese body by the violent shaking, amplifying the king's screams.
Their only achievement was that they refrained from stabbing the king with their swords in the chaos. As for Jenks, who was standing closest to Henselt and the guards, he could only stare in horror as swords slashed across his body, leaving wound after wound. For a moment, his screams were even louder than Henselt's.
Barely avoiding a sword slashing across his throat, this was the best Jenks could manage after the backlash from his spell.
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It wasn't a real earthquake, after all. The shaking lasted only about thirty seconds before gradually subsiding.
However.
Before the king's personal guards could even get up from their beloved king's body, Henselt, feeling as though he was on the brink of death, opened his eyes. His pupils dilated in an instant, and his body began to tremble violently.
"A-a monster!"
"Protect me, quick!"
He screamed, desperately pushing aside the guards on top of him, rolling and crawling as he attempted to flee from the main grandstand. But he stumbled. Falling clumsily to the ground, he rolled three or four meters like a ball.
However.
It was this very clumsy move that saved him.
At that moment, his guards hadn't even had time to process what madness their king was going through this time.
"Squawk!"
A deafening cry of pain erupted from above them. When they looked up in response, they only saw a massive black shadow descending upon them.
Splat!
In one moment, they were all crushed into a bloody mess. Blood and flesh splattered onto Jenks's face. Yet he seemed oblivious, staring dazedly at the monster before him, mumbling in shock: "The... Conjunction of the Spheres! The Conjunction of the Spheres! This is the real Conjunction of the Spheres!"
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"Damn it~"
"That wretched king got lucky!"
Watching as Henselt, covered in dust, scrambled away, Allen couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret. Honestly, in this situation, it would have been best if the King of Kaedwen had just died. No one in this world knew Allen's secret.
Vesemir, Sol, Vera, perhaps also Hughes, Bond, and Fred—these people might have some suspicions, but not much. And aside from Sol, Allen fully trusted the others. Even Sol—he not only shared the same stance as Allen, but his character was also trustworthy, so Allen wasn't worried.
If Henselt had died here.
The blame would have fallen on the Ban Ard mage academy, as well as the Cat School assassins in disguise. But certainly not on the ever-righteous Wolf School. At least on the surface. Not only would Kaer Morhen's crisis be averted, but their most dangerous enemy would be dead.
The Ban Ard academy would also have to deal with Kaedwen's royal family and nobility for a long time. The Wolf School would gain ample time to grow.
"Why couldn't Henselt have died?"
As Allen regretted it once again in his heart, he mercilessly charged forward, taking two steps and swinging Elsa. A sharp silver flash cut through the air. The Drowner King, disoriented from the earthquake and still dizzy, didn't even have time to scream before its head separated from its body. Fresh blood stained the sand a deep red, and a sweet fragrance filled the air.
But unfortunately, No one was paying attention to this scene anymore. Some people screamed, others were stunned, while many were simply at a loss for what to do...
For a moment.
Chaos reigned throughout the arena.
Until a certain moment.
Henselt suddenly struggled to his feet, his face filled with terror as he looked at the monster mere meters away from him. Stumbling backward, he screamed in panic: "Grandmaster, kill that monster!"
"Kill that monster!"
But the King of Kaedwen's cries did not summon Sol. Instead, they awakened the Drowner King from its daze caused by the Conjunction of the Spheres.
"Squawk!"
With a roar, its blood-red eyes locked onto the source of the noise—Henselt. Instantly, the king's words got stuck in his throat.
This scene.
Caused the entire arena to fall silent.
As the two "kings" stared into each other's eyes, Allen held his breath, his heart rate quickening.
"Kill him, Drowner King!"
"Kill him now!"
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