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Chapter 50: One of the Private Seats in Infinite City~
Facing Geralt's attack, the fireball released by the seal was easily shattered by Eredin's punch. The broken remaining fire fell on Eredin's body without leaving any trace.

Having obtained the power from the ancient blood, in Eredin's view, Geralt is weak and pathetic, and even standing here does not pose any threat to his ability.

But surprisingly, when the sharp sword in Geralt's hand slashed, Eredin instantly felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. He dodged without thinking, but was still a moment too late. The long sword with runes slashed through the air. Even though the blade did not touch Geralt's chest, the invisible power of the runes still left a bloody cut on his frost-covered armor!
Seeing this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then the scar on Eredin's chest was covered with a layer of frost to stop the bleeding. Then he said coldly: "The weapon is good, but that's all!"

As he spoke, a crack burst open from above Eredin's head, and the surging white frost poured down like a torrential rain. Without noticing, even if Geralt wanted to dodge and retreat, he had already lost the best opportunity.

Just when Geralt was about to try his luck and see if he could force his way out at the cost of his leg, a hand stretched out from the space behind him, and Ciri pulled it directly out of the range of the white frost.

Holding the sword in both hands, Ciri's eyes were full of solemnity: "Be careful, Eredin has mastered the ancient blood! The essence of space and the white frost itself have become his weapons!"

After hearing Ciri's words, Geralt looked at Ciri holding the sword in both hands and staring at Eredin, and there was an inexplicable complexity in his eyes. In the end, this complexity turned into a touch of relief, and then he clenched the sword in his hand and said: "I will assist, you attack!"

"it is good!"

As they talked, the two men stepped forward side by side, swords flashing and sharp blades gleaming.

Although facing the siege of Geralt and Ciri, Eredin seemed to be able to handle it with ease. The cold iron sword in his hand kept leaving frost-covered slashes in the air. The air around him had reached freezing point with the arrival of Eredin. Even though he strengthened himself with runes, Geralt could still clearly feel the temperature in his body was losing at an alarming rate.

This forced Geralt to leave the battlefield after a while, so that his body could quickly recover its strength and temperature under the reinforcement of the runes. Otherwise, even without Eredin's active attack, Geralt would lose his combat capability due to hypothermia.

Although he was facing a siege, Eredin always diverted some of his attention to Ron standing beside him.

Although Ron was just standing there alone, his black leather windbreaker rustling in the cold wind, for some reason, Eredin could feel an inexplicable chill lingering in his heart just by standing there.

Thinking of this, he waved his sword to drive away Geralt and Ciri, and Eredin rode the skeleton warhorse under his crotch and galloped in the sky. Along with the sound of horse hooves that seemed to fall on people's hearts, Eredin's cold voice also sounded:

"Unknown strong man! What are you waiting for? Or do you think that these two stray dogs can defeat me!?"

"You are wrong. There is no need for me to be your enemy."

Ron waved his hand and said in a bored tone, "I am a pacifist. The disputes in your world are your business. There is no need to involve our world, right? So, if you want to fight, fight quickly. Leave here after the battle is over. I am just preventing a bigger conflict from happening here."

Hearing this, Eredin, who was sitting under the skull helmet, narrowed his eyes. He glanced at Geralt and Ciri, and then looked at the prosperous and dreamlike world under his feet, where mortals could also use machines to control magic...

Is this the future that Ciri saw?
Eredin couldn't help but think -

Ciri, the child of destiny, the daughter of time and space, the 'swallow' that shuttles between time and space. As one of the main members who cultivated the ancient blood, Eredin knew very well what kind of power the ancient blood contained.

It is no exaggeration to say that even now, Ciri still cannot truly understand what her own power is.

Controlling people's thoughts and transforming spirit into physical force are all superficial uses of energy. More importantly, Ciri has the ability to ignore cause and effect and travel through time and space.

In Ciri's past, in order to escape the pursuit of the Wild Hunt, Ciri had visited Earth, which was Venice and Poland in the Middle Ages, Britain in the Industrial Age, etc. Not only in the novel, but even in The Witcher 3, she mentioned that she had arrived in a highly developed mechanical society in the future.

Having mastered part of the ancient blood, Eredin used it as a medium to clearly see Ciri's past memories.

The Ancient Blood has a greater understanding of time and space than any warlock or sage's portal. It can be activated at any time and anywhere according to the will of the holder, and does not require any specific device or energy source. With just a thought, it can ignore causality and cross space and time.

Like now, it is only used for flash attack, which is an insult to this ability.

First find a way to completely master the ancient blood, and then master and enslave this world...

After confirming his thoughts, Eredin nodded, looked at Ron from a distance and said:

"Okay, I'll leave after I capture them. As you can see, this war is just between them and me. The warriors of the Wild Hunt will be witnesses and record this glorious moment with their own eyes!"

Along with Eredin's seemingly powerful words, the Wild Hunt riders galloping in the dark clouds behind him also let out a series of dull growls. These growls did not make people's blood boil, but instead made people feel unprecedented despair and tension.

Seeing this, Ron nodded and said, "Okay, I guarantee it on my honor."

Hearing this, Geralt and Ciri's faces turned pale, with a hint of tension and fear in their eyes. Eredin smiled under his helmet, and then looked at Geralt and Ciri with a cold gaze - mainly Ciri, Geralt was unimportant to Eredin.

Even though Eredin once thought that Geralt could become a powerful Wild Hunt warrior, in the face of the importance of the Ancient Blood, Geralt still seemed as lowly as dust.

Thinking of this, Eredin pointed the sword at Ciri again.

"You must also understand, Daughter of Time and Space, that your innate talent cannot help you. Because your talent is given by me, it belongs to me and the Wild Hunt. Do not try to escape. Even if you do, I will cross the rift of time and space to catch you."

But before Eredin could finish his words, Eredin keenly discovered that although Geralt's face was full of despair, Ciri's face beside him showed despair, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching a few times, as if she was speechless about something.

Just at this moment, a shout from the Wild Hunt riders came from behind Eredin: "Be careful! A sneak attack!"

Ok?
Before Eredin could react, a dark figure emerged from the shadow of his armor. With a cold look in his eyes, he held the meat saw high in his hand. In order to increase the destructive power of the meat saw as much as possible, the meat saw has now changed from a hand saw to a long-handled battle axe. He clenched his arms and smashed it down suddenly. Under the effect of centrifugal force, the meat saw covered with blood rust left a dull arc of light in the space.

puff! !
The heavy saw blade was like a battle axe, deeply embedded in Eredin's body. With the sound of steel breaking and bones snapping, Eredin's flesh and blood flew everywhere. A heavy blow fell from his shoulder and went straight into his lungs. There was no mercy at all, as if he was going to split the man in half!
But at this moment, Eredin's body disappeared with a crack. But this was a hasty dodge after all, and the ancient blood technique could not even guarantee Eredin's complete safety, let alone the warhorse under him?
Compared to Eredin's strength, the fallen unicorn under his command was cut in half by the meat saw in just a moment, and its heavily armored body fell straight down with gushing blood. With a puff, two large pieces of the unicorn's flesh were smashed into pulp, and its fresh organs were scattered all over the ground. Along with the secret energy and magic power remaining in its body, it still emitted steam even in this frosty night that made people feel cold physically and mentally.

Pulling out the meat saw, Ron looked at Eredin in the distance with some regret. As expected, Ron was greeted by a pair of eyes filled with hatred and rage.

"Warrior from another world! Is this what you swore your honor to do?!"

"I don't attack ≠ I don't sneak attack."

After moving his shoulders twice, Ron landed on the ground and stepped on the roof of the Stark Industries Building, which was already covered with frost. His leather boots crushed the ice, making a slightly noisy sound.

"Besides, what kind of morality is needed to deal with evil demons like you?"

"Is this what you call justice? How ridiculous!" Eredin snorted coldly, then stretched out his hand and hammered his chest. Then, in front of Ciri's incredulous gaze, Eredin's body began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"But in front of the Ancient Blood, your plan is weak and powerless!"

"You're just pretending. Do you think I can't feel the energy flowing through your body?" Ron shook his head and looked at Ciri behind him, asking with some dissatisfaction:

"And you, I said hi to you, wife. But why is your acting so bad? Geralt didn't even fail, but you couldn't hold it back?"

“Sorry…” Ciri pulled the corner of her mouth, and couldn’t help but lower her head and said: “The main reason is…I didn’t expect it.”

There was no way, this was indeed not rehearsed in advance. After all, no one knew what state Eredin would be in when he arrived. After Ron discovered Eredin's way of thinking, he made tactical arrangements on the spot and communicated secretly through the team voice.

It was just the first time for her to do such a despicable thing. Although she was mentally mature, her psychological endurance still needed to grow, and she was not as thick-skinned as Geralt. This was her first time to carry out such a shameless combination sneak attack, and Ciri inevitably lagged behind.

"I'll adapt as soon as possible..."

"Actually, you don't have to adapt..." Geralt on the side couldn't help but complain.

But it is undeniable that the tactic was successful. Even though Eredin recovered from his superficial injuries, the incomplete ancient blood still consumed a lot of energy.

"But then again, the feeling of a sneak attack is really not that good." As he spoke, Ron moved his shoulders twice and looked at Eredin. His frivolous look gradually turned into indifference, and then turned into a slightly weird fanaticism.

"After all, I was always the one who got ambushed in the past."

"Just like the poison flying knife, sneak attacks are not suitable for fiery hunting."

Eredin didn't believe a word of what Ron said. He snorted coldly and then said indifferently:

"Red Rangers, kill them all."

Along with Eredin's words, the Wild Hunt Knights galloping in the air also let out an excited war roar, and then began to gallop towards New York below with the sound of continuous horse hooves.

Seeing this, Tony, who had replaced the latest model of Ark Reactor from Iron Monger and obtained sufficient energy source for his armor, looked at the Wild Hunt Knights who were sweeping in from top to bottom like a flood, almost covering the entire sky, and gritted his teeth and said, "I'll hold on here first, you guys hurry up and call some people!"

Before Tony could finish his words, a burly red figure came running up the smooth outer wall of the Stock Technology Building at full speed.

"You again?" Looking at the burly man in red running up, Tony felt as if his home had turned into a brothel. People came and went, but he didn't even recognize any of them.

The sturdy man in red was none other than Matt. Compared to Tony, Matt looked much more mature. He looked around and then looked at Ron and shouted, "Can I use that?"

In response, Ron glanced at the Wild Hunt Knights pouring down from the sky, and then looked at Eredin with cold eyes in the distance, and he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

"One seat in the Infinite City!"

As the sound fell, in just a moment, people several kilometers around Ron felt their eyes go dark, followed by a dizzying feeling of weightlessness. When they opened their eyes again, they saw that the space around them had completely changed.

There is no sky, no ground, and all that can be seen with the naked eye are withered yellow doors of various shapes and colors.

With Ron as the center, these doors extend infinitely into the surrounding space, layer upon layer, with no visible edge at a glance.

"Welcome to Ron's House~"

Located in the center of the entire space, the structure that ignored gravity and floated in the air, Ron's voice gradually changed from relaxed to a blood-thirsty frenzy:
"Tonight,"

"Ron joins the hunt."

(End of this chapter)