Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

Shadow Tower.

Cassandra looked at the image displayed on the crystal ball. Her eyes suddenly focused, as if she had seen something that shocked her. "This is..."

Magic Bug Forest.

Boom!

Amidst a deafening explosion, the incomparably huge purple angry dragon struck straight at the man. In an instant, the sound shook the surroundings, and the sky and earth changed color.

Heath seemed to be in a daze as he stood motionlessly on the spot. He even forgot to take the opportunity to escape. He only stared straight ahead, watching as the dragon devoured the man.

"Is... Is he dead?"

Such a terrifying power was not something that a human could withstand. Heath could not imagine how a mere mortal could resist such a power.

However, at this moment --

Clang! A crisp sound of a sword rang out from the belly of the lightning dragon, like the sound of a bee flapping its wings.

That sound was very weak when compared to the mighty might of the lightning dragon, but it was filled with a determination to face death without fear!

As the sound rang out, a golden light suddenly bloomed from the lightning dragon, dazzling to the eyes!

The moment he saw the golden light, Slater's body shook. It was as if he had seen something that he could not believe. His pupils constricted.

He shouted out a word in shock. "Apocalypse!"

Grand Knights were also known as the Apocalypse Knights by the Wizards.

At the same time, a golden sword aura suddenly slashed out. It cut through the angry dragon, cut through the heaven and earth, and went straight for Slater.

Slater's expression became extremely grave, and there was even a hint of fear.

He raised his hands and slapped them in the middle. A loud rumble could be heard as one thick earth wall after another rose up from the ground, summoning three earth walls in an instant.

Each of these earth walls was at least one meter thick, and they were not weaker than the walls of the noble castles in the countryside.

However, at this moment, they were as fragile as paper in front of the golden sword aura. One by one, they were sliced apart and torn apart by the golden sword aura.

Finally, the golden radiance magnified in front of Slater's eyes, illuminating his pale face and his terrified eyes.

In the next moment, they collided with each other!

"Ah!!!"

Slater's body was directly shredded into pieces by the golden sword aura. Even in his soul, Heath, felt a violent tremor.

He let out a painful scream and exploded into a cloud of black smoke. He quickly flew away and disappeared.

In the Shadow Tower, the two Wizards were shocked to see this scene.

Edith said in fear, "Apocalypse Knight... When did Slater offend these lunatics?"

Cassandra shook her head. "This is the consequence of not restraining power."

After a pause, she quickly asked, "How many of your students are currently in the Tower?"

Edith said, "Alvin and Jon are both there. Why?"

Cassandra said, "After taking a hit from the Apocalypse Knight that infused his life and faith, Slater's physical body was destroyed and his soul was severely damaged. If we don't do something, something will happen to Slater."

"I'll get Debbie to fetch an old mushroom soup to send to Slater. It's chaotic outside right now, and Debbie isn't very good at fighting. Arrange for two Apprentices to escort her."

Edith nodded. "Alright, I'll get Alvin and Jon to go together."

Cassandra sighed. "Let's get him back as soon as possible. If this goes on, there'll be bigger problems sooner or later..."

...

Magic Bug Forest, Forest Guard Tower.

Plop!

Heath plopped into the mud, his eyes filled with lingering fear.

"I'm... I'm saved..."

Everything had happened too suddenly, without any preparation. It was as if fate had dealt him a dimension-reducing blow, and he did not know how to defend against it.

He really thought that he would die from that blow.

He did not think that.

If it was not for Haslund's sudden appearance, he would have been a corpse by now.

Such adversity reminded Heath of the same helplessness and powerlessness he felt when he first came to this world and stood on the battlements to resist the beast tide.

'I'm still too weak...' Heath panted violently.

Ka... At that moment, a faint sound suddenly rang out in front of him.

It was the place where the lightning dragon had landed.

At this moment, the lightning dragon had also disappeared. After the lightning dragon, a huge black pit with a diameter of 100 meters appeared on the spot. There was not a single blade of grass in this huge pit. The ground was scorched, and even the bigger trees could not be seen.

However, there was still a human figure standing on this scorched land.

It was a human figure that looked like a skeleton. His entire body was charred black and his flesh was a mess. There was not a single piece of intact skin on his body. He looked like a charred corpse.

However, his eyes were moving, and his entire body was overflowing with a golden radiance.

Under the cover of this golden radiance, he walked up the stairs step by step. This strange scene caused Heath to feel cold.

He hurriedly made way for him to be on guard.

The man did not seem to be interested in him at all. He just walked into the tower, climbed the stone steps, and passed through the corridor. Soon, he entered the tower.

After a while, he heard footsteps and panicked voices.

"Run for your life!"

"God, what happened here?"

"I thought I was dead..."

A large group of people rushed out of the tower behind him. There were ordinary humans, Knights, and even Wizard Apprentices.

These were all prisoners held in the Forest Guard Tower.

The prison of the Forest Guard Tower was located on the top floor. It was reinforced by a special magic array, so these people did not suffer any harm during the previous attack of the insect tide.

At this moment, these prisoners were all released. After regaining their freedom, they hurriedly escaped without looking back. The prison of the Forest Guard Tower was not a good place. Everyone who had stayed in it did not want to stay.

The crowd quickly ran into the forest and left.

Heath's gaze was on the crowd that had run away. His brows twitched, and he turned back to look at the tower. It seemed that he was waiting for something.

However, after waiting for a long time, he still did not see the man come out.

After hesitating for a while, Heath wiped the rain off his face, activated his invisibility spell, and boldly walked in.

According to the marks on the ground, he came to the prison on the top floor of the tower.

The door of the prison was wide open, and here, he finally saw the man who had disappeared.

At this time, the man was standing in the prison on one knee, his bony hand holding the broken cross sword and stabbing it straight into the ground, facing the corner of the prison.

In the corner, there was a woman curled up. It was the Princess of the Duchy of Ryker, Trish.

The man's throat was moving, and his leaking throat was making intermittent sounds. "Your... Your Highness... I... I'm here..."

His voice was very weak, but one could still hear the happiness in it.

However...

Trish was terrified. She grabbed the straw on the ground and threw it at the man. She could not help but tremble. "Don't come over! Don't come over!"

The man tried to explain. "Yes... I... I am... Has... lund... Your Highness..."

His explanation seemed to have worked.

Trish was stunned at first. The panic on her body subsided. "You are Haslund?"

The man said, "Yes... It's me... Your Highness... I am here... I am here to save you..."

Hearing this voice, Trish completely relaxed.

She slowly stood up and raised her chin, as if she had regained her former dignity as a Princess.

Although she did not know where the Wizards went and why the prison was suddenly left unattended, this was undoubtedly a good opportunity to escape. At such a time, having a Knight by her side should have been a good thing.

However...

Trish looked at Haslund's terrifyingly wounded body and frowned. "Can you still fight?"

Haslund said apologetically, "I... I'm afraid... I'm going to... I'm going to die... Your Highness..."

Trish raised her eyebrows and cursed in a low voice, "Useless trash."

It would be great if there was a Wizard by her side at this time. Things like Knights were really too trashy.

Haslund heard Trish's curse and looked a little sad. The golden light surrounding his body became a little dim.

He said, "Your Highness... I... defeated... The Wizard..."

Trish looked contemptuous and said in disbelief, "You?"

After a pause, she did not give Haslund a chance to explain. She waved her hand impatiently and said, "Well, I'm leaving now."

Then she ran out without turning back.

Haslund said anxiously, "Your Highness... then... what... can I do for you..."

Trish cast a sinister glance at his bone-like and terrifying face.

She said, "Go to hell."

Haslund was stunned for a moment, and his expression was a little gloomy.

But very quickly, this gloom disappeared.

What replaced it was a pride and glory that came from within.

He used all his strength to raise a hand and place it across his chest, performing a standard Knight's salute.

He answered firmly, "Yes, Your Highness."

As soon as he finished his words, the golden light on his body dimmed like a burnt candle.

Clang!

The broken cross-shaped sword fell to the side.

Da... Da... Da... The crisp footsteps of Trish disappeared into the distance.

She did not even turn her head from the beginning to the end.

Soon, the noisy corridor returned to silence.

In the empty corridor, only a charred corpse was left. The hand that was placed across his chest maintained the posture of a Knight. He knelt on one knee and looked at the front with a devout gaze.

It was like a sculpture.

If it was not for the fact that his appearance was really miserable and terrifying, he would have been very imposing.

After a while...

Zila... A sound came that sounded like an electric arc.

A figure quietly appeared in the corridor.

Heath passed through the long corridor and came all the way to the dungeon.

He looked at the man on the ground with a complicated expression.

There was gratitude for surviving a disaster, pity for him that wasn't worth it, merciless ridicule for fools, and even respect for warriors.

Finally.

He raised his right hand and knocked heavily on his left shoulder, giving a standard Knight's salute.

It was to replace the faraway Trish, to repay him for saving his life, and also as a Knight.

Then.

Heath took a step forward, squatted down on one knee, and pressed a hand on the man's shoulder. 'Extract.'

The crisp sound of an electronic notification came as promised.

Unfortunately, probably because the man's body was too tattered, the voice only sounded once and was only extracted once.

The voice was:

[Beep, successful extraction. Obtained the Heart of a Knight: Sacrifice!]