Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

Heath did not deny the reason why he wanted to kill the other party. Other than the fact that their attributes countered each other, the other party's Magic Stone pocket was also a big inducement.

He felt that there was nothing shameful about this.

From an ideological point of view, the Dark Wizards in this world were specifically here to cause destruction. Their ideology did not bring any positive meaning to this world. It was simply killing for the sake of killing, an extremely antisocial personality.

According to the rules, it was the duty and responsibility of every Wizard to report the Dark Wizards.

If it was during peacetime, the head of a Dark Wizard could easily be exchanged for a large number of Magic Stones in any Wizard stronghold.

In short, for various reasons, Heath decided to do it!

...

After making his decision, Heath began to prepare for the battle.

He first took out the Hound's Nose that he had obtained from the secret plane.

As the name suggested, this Wizard tool was made to mimic the smell of canines. When assembled, it could greatly enhance the sense of smell of Wizards, and they could easily track the target even if they were hundreds of miles away.

Heath put on the Hound's Nose and first recorded the smell of the fat man's body. Then, he retreated into the forest and began to prepare for the battle.

There was a military strategy extracted from Count Kroya that said, 'Plan before you act.'

Heath's character would not fight a battle that he was not confident in.

Judging from the combat ability that the fat man had displayed just now, he should be one of the three great combat systems of Wizards.

This type of Wizard focused on using various body modifications, organ transplants, and bloodline strengthening to greatly enhance the attributes of their three limbs. They fought purely through powerful physical means.

As a Knight, it was relatively easy to judge the other party's physical attributes.

Heath speculated that this fatty's strength should not be lower than 50 points, and his vitality still needed to be observed for the time being. From the perspective of agility, his movement ability should be on par with his.

50 points in strength, 20 points in agility, and an unknown vitality.

At this level, he was already quite a terrifying monster. Without undoing the advanced Apprentice seal, Heath did not have full confidence in defeating his opponent.

As for unsealing in the battle... That was his biggest trump card and biggest secret apart from the extraction system. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not reveal it...

...

A few days later, at night, in a certain forest north of the Forest of Souls.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A violent explosion reverberated in the forest. Fireballs, frost, lightning, wind blades, all kinds of magic light beams moved back and forth in the forest, lighting up the dark night sky.

A battle was taking place in the forest.

The battle was between two parties. On one side was a team of more than ten low, intermediate, and even one advanced-level Apprentice. The emblem on their cloak indicated their identity.

The Church of Light was a small Wizard organization that resided around the Forest of Souls.

However, there was only one person who was fighting with them. It was an Apprentice with a huge mouth on his chest that looked like a monster.

He was outnumbered, but the Church of Light did not gain any advantage. Instead, they were beaten up by the single Apprentice until they could not breathe.

"Fire!"

With a short incantation, a fireball the size of a basketball flew out from the hand of an Apprentice of the Church of Light. It drew an arc and flew towards Grice.

Facing the incoming fireball, Grice did not dodge at all. He allowed the fireball to explode on his body.

The flames quickly engulfed his entire body. However, other than the remaining fragments of his cloak being burnt, there was not the slightest bit of damage left on Grice's body. Even his skin was not black at all.

Looking at this horrifying scene, the Church of Light was almost in despair.

"Monster... Monster!"

"This is a monster! A monster!"

Amidst the exclamations of the Apprentices, Grice laughed out loud. Like a toad, he leaped and threw the Apprentice who had released the fireball to the ground. Then, he grabbed the Apprentice and stuffed him into his mouth in front of his chest. With a few cracking sounds, he ate him.

The Apprentices of the Church of Light's eyes turned red as they let out hysterical roars.

"Al!"

"B*stard! I want your life!"

Everyone did their best to wave the magic wands in their hands and release one spell after another.

However, in the face of the absolute difference in strength, their attacks were completely futile. Other than a few spells that were slightly more powerful, which Grice would make way for, the remaining spells seemed to be tickling him.

After a round of attacks, not only did they not cause him any harm, but there were also a few more corpses on the spot.

The disciples of the Church of Light were in despair.

The high-level Apprentice, Paul, who had just taken over the position of Wizard Master, pulled his sister, Celia, over and handed her a cross-shaped, golden scepter. This was the Wizard Master Scepter of the Church of Light.

Paul said resolutely, "Celia, take the Scepter of Light and leave this place. After I die, you will automatically take over as the Wizard Master of the Church of Light!"

Celia's eyes were filled with tears. She shook her head and said, "No... No..."

Paul's eyes were red. "Please, my sister!"

The previous Wizard Master of the Church of Light, who was also Paul's mentor, had died two days ago when he led people to fight against other Wizard organizations. Now, this place was the power of the Church of Light.

As the Master of the Church of Light, Paul would never allow the Church of Light to be destroyed by his hands.

He pushed Celia away forcefully. "Go!"

After saying that, he rushed back to the battlefield without looking back and stopped Grice with his companions.

Tears streamed down Celia's face. However, seeing that her fellow countrymen kept sacrificing themselves in order to give her a chance to survive, she finally did not hesitate anymore. Gritting her teeth, she held onto the Master Wizard Scepter and ran out.

However, before she could run far away, Grice laughed out loud. "You want to run?"

After saying that, he swept his large hands forward and sent the two Apprentices who were blocking his way flying. Following that, he opened his large mouth in front of his chest and a long scarlet tongue immediately stretched out straight, instantly wrapping around Celia's ankles.

Before Celia could react, she was pulled back by the scarlet tongue.

"No!" Paul's eyes were about to pop out.

It was inevitable for Celia to feed the humans, but at this moment...

Clang!

A crisp sound was heard, as though some thin metal was vibrating.

In the darkness, a dazzling cold light suddenly lit up, like a bolt of lightning that tore through the night sky, or like the light at dawn!

A figure suddenly appeared in the forest. A black cross-shaped sword swept across the scarlet tongue.

With a 'pu!' sound, the scarlet tongue, which had resisted everyone's spells without moving at all, was instantly cut open. Celia, who had been caught by the tongue, also fell down.

At this moment, she was panicking and holding the scepter, completely at a loss.

Until that voice rang out.

"Miss, I guess you need help now."

She raised her head subconsciously, and what greeted her was a pair of eyes that were as bright as the stars, and there was a smile on his handsome face that was like that of a gentleman.

He was tall and straight, holding a sword with one hand and helping her with the other. His black cloak fluttered in the night wind, and his entire body exuded an indescribable aura.

For some reason, Celia suddenly felt at ease.

She reached out and grabbed the man's hand. "Thank... Thank you."

However, at this moment, Grice's voice sounded from behind again. "Where did this damned bug come from? How dare he hurt me!"

Upon hearing this voice, Celia's pretty face turned pale, and her body trembled violently.

The rest of the members of the Church of Light in the surroundings were also trembling all over, and they looked as if they could not even stand properly.

In front of that terrifying demon, everyone was terrified.

However, Celia quickly discovered that there was not the slightest trace of fear in the eyes of the man before her.

He did not even bother with the demon. Instead, he consoled her. "You're welcome. No gentleman man would turn a deaf ear to a weeping young lady."

Veins popped up on Grice's forehead when he was ignored.

Just as his patience was about to reach its limit, Heath's gaze finally landed on Grice.

He casually grabbed his sword with one hand and swung it twice in the air. A faint sneer hung on the corner of his mouth. His expression was contemptuous and disdainful.

He said contemptuously, "The last person who yelled at me has already become a ghost under my sword. And you, if you don't kowtow to this young lady and admit your mistake, I will chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs."