Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

Twilight City, the ruins of the temple.

Under the stone steps of the ruins, the Knights who had come with Heath to the Twilight Ruins had all gathered here.

The leader of the team, Stoke, asked Burbitt and Javier, "How is it? Has the Wizard gone in? Did he suspect anything?"

Burbitt said, "No, sir. After hearing our description, he went straight in. He hasn't come out yet."

Stoke said, "Wait until sunset. If we haven't seen him come out yet, we'll go in and take a look. It's best if we can bring some evidence. Even if we can't, we have to make sure that he stays here forever."

"Yes."

"Hahaha, he has been torn into pieces by that monster!"

The blond-haired Joseph laughed loudly as he walked forward. His face was full of joy after venting his anger. This narrow-minded Knight did not forget the conflict between him and Heath.

Feeling that it was not enough to vent his anger, he gritted his teeth and added, "It's just a pity that I didn't chop off his head with my own hands!"

As he spoke, he pulled out his cross sword and waved it twice in his hand.

"It doesn't matter. You still have a chance now." At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the temple.

The faces of the Knights below the stone steps changed in unison.

Clang! Clang!

The cold sound of metal interweaving rang out. The Knights drew out their cross swords at the first opportunity. The sharp edge of the swords pointed straight at the open door on the stone steps.

At the same time, there was a sizzling sound from the door. The distorted space on the surface of the door rippled. Then, a figure walked out from the door.

The Knights' faces became nervous.

"How is it possible?"

"How can he still be alive? Didn't they say that the thing inside is..."

Everyone was in disbelief.

Standing on the stone steps, Heath glanced at the Knights who were on guard. Facing the cross swords that were emitting cold light in all directions, there was no fear on his face.

He said, "Someone explain to me the reason for all this. I can allow him to live."

This was what Heath did not understand.

Since he came to the Valley of the Dead, he had basically stayed in the tent every day and had never provoked anyone. Why did this Viscount Carson want to make things difficult for him, and even want to kill him?

However, the Knights below did not intend to answer Heath's question. In the face of his suggestion, the only answer he got was a cold --

"Kill him!"

As they spoke, several Knights instantly attacked Heath.

Seeing this scene, Heath was shocked. What kind of courage could make these Knights draw their swords in front of a Wizard?

Feeling surprised, Heath raised his hand and threw a fireball.

The fireball drew an arc in the air and smashed towards a nearby knight.

Seeing that the Knight was about to be engulfed by the fireball, a symbol suddenly lit up on the Knight's armor. Then, a transparent shield appeared around the Knight.

Boom!

The fireball exploded on the transparent shield, turning into sparks that scattered in all directions.

Then, the cross-shaped sword cut through the flames in the sky, and the sharp sword in the Knight's hand stabbed towards Heath's face.

"So that's how it is. Is it a Wizard tool?"

Looking at the Knight's armor, Heath raised his right hand and stretched out two fingers at the same time. He pinched the cross-shaped sword lightly and caught the blade of the cross-shaped sword.

The cross-shaped sword in the Knight's hand froze in the air and could not move.

The Knight's face changed slightly.

He quickly tried to pull the cross-shaped sword back, but no matter how hard he tried, the cross-shaped sword did not move at all. It was as if what caught the cross-shaped sword was not two light fingers, but a powerful giant pincer.

Without waiting for him to try again, Heath had already twisted his finger to the side.

Crack.

The cross-shaped sword's blade was broken. Heath then took a step forward with the broken blade in his hand. As he moved, hundreds and thousands of wind blades appeared around him, as if he was an army instead of a single person.

Heath caught the broken sword, rolled up the thousands of wind blades, and pounced down from the top.

"Javier!"

"Dodge!"

The violent wind blades hit the transparent shield in front of the Knight. However, the shield that was able to block the fireball was not able to withstand a single blow from the thousands of wind blades. In just an instant, it was torn into pieces.

The wind blades that broke through the shield were like a tiger that had escaped from its reins, charging straight at the Knight.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Broken limbs flew all over the sky, and hot blood sprayed into the sky. The Knight who had lost his protective shield was instantly killed.

The Knights who were originally attacking were all shocked.

"How is this possible?"

"Why? Why can't the magic armor block his spell? Isn't he a beginner Wizard?"

The Knights were all shocked.

The armor they were wearing was all magic armor enchanted by Wizards. There was an official medium-level defensive spell imprinted on it. Logically speaking, even an intermediate-level Wizard's attack could be blocked.

However, in front of Heath, they could not even last a round before they were easily killed.

Their original fighting spirit instantly disappeared, and the Knights made the decision at the first moment.

"Run!"

Someone shouted, and the Knights immediately turned around and left.

However, they wanted to run, but Heath was not going to let them go. With a clang, he pulled out the Red Demon behind him and chased after them.

These were only ordinary Knights, and the strongest one was only an advanced Knight. In terms of agility and speed, how could they be a match for a Grand Knight like Heath? They were easily caught up to by him.

Heath did not stand on ceremony. He drew his sword and hacked at them, naming them one by one.

In just a few minutes, several Knights who had followed him were all hacked to death on the ground. Some of them were so miserable that one could not even find a complete corpse.

Then, Heath walked to a Knight whose corpse was still intact. He reached out his hand and grabbed down. A light blue soul was grabbed out of the corpse.

The new soul still had a clear mind, and it panicked as soon as it saw Heath.

Heath flicked his finger, and a line of fire shot onto the soul, quickly engulfing his whole body and burning fiercely.

"Ah!!!! Don't... Let me go..." The Knight who was burned by the fire let out a shrill scream. His face was distorted, and he kept begging Heath.

However, Heath didn't show any mercy. Instead, he increased the intensity of the flames.

After this continued for a while, the scream of the Knight's soul gradually weakened until it was completely dead.

At this time, the Knight's soul also became dull and silly, as if it had lost its mind.

Seeing this, Heath waved his hand and extinguished the flames on the Knight's soul.

Then, he asked the Knight's soul, "Tell me, what exactly is going on..."