At the critical moment, the Lady of the Lake did not disappoint.
Although the Goddess was surprised that Guilliman and Francesca dared to challenge the avatar of the Evil God Dagon with only two people.
However, over this period, the Witcher's performance had been quite excellent, and the Lady of the Lake had been watching him, having a certain level of confidence in him.
As the horn of the Magical Conch sounded, the holy and beautiful female phantom appeared behind the two of them.
Guilliman and Francesca felt their bodies lighten; their mental, magical, and physical states were all enhanced, and even their strength and speed increased.
Subsequently, an invisible protective shield appeared around their bodies, isolating them from the eerie, cold, and evil aura within the cave, allowing their mental state to relax considerably.
The Goddess's graceful and holy voice echoed from behind them:
"Warriors, I have bestowed upon you a divine blessing, so that you may not be affected by the power of the Evil God."
"However, please note that the Evil God Dagon's divine power comes from the bottom of the sea, and his physical strength is extremely formidable. Please do not be directly hit by his attacks, as that would be very dangerous."
No sooner had the Lady of the Lake's voice faded than the terrifying monster, over five meters tall, across from them, let out an earth-shattering roar as if provoked.
The sound was so immense that Guilliman not only felt his eardrums vibrate but also felt his internal organs were injured.
Even Francesca, within the magic shield, was affected, frowning and clutching her chest with her slender hand, looking quite distressed.
Since the boss battle had begun, Guilliman, as a frontline warrior, did not cower. He took a deep breath and quickly charged towards the Evil God's avatar.
Just before the battle, he had already consumed four bottles of high-grade Witcher potions. His body was now in peak condition, and he estimated that all four of his stats had reached ten times that of an ordinary person.
In almost just four or five seconds, he covered a distance of over a hundred meters, arriving in front of the Evil God's avatar.
Guilliman held the Viper Silver Sword in one hand, while his other hand continuously produced various alchemical bombs: beehive, dragon's breath, northern wind, and thunder.
All four bombs were thrown at the over five-meter-tall monster with extreme speed, directly at its front.
However, as the Lady of the Lake said, the Evil God Dagon is a powerful demon from the deep sea, capable of withstanding the water pressure of ten thousand meters underwater. His physical strength is terrifyingly formidable.
Neither the flames of the Dragon's Breath, the ice of the Northern Wind bomb, nor the electric shock of the Thunder bomb seemed to have much effect on his pitch-black hide.
Only the violent explosion of the Beehive bomb managed to scratch several bloody marks on his skin.
Clearly, the opponent had very high resistance to various energies, or rather, his magic resistance was very strong.
Francesca also noticed this.
She decisively stopped the lightning magic she was about to cast. After frowning and pondering for a few seconds, she pulled out a colorful stone from her waist pouch with one hand and continuously drew magic circles in the air with her right hand, while a voice transmitted into Guilliman's ear.
"Hold him for one minute, Guilliman."
"I will summon a helper."
The Witcher grunted, not caring if the sorceress heard him or not.
He had already charged to the front of the Evil God's avatar. This was his first time facing such a massive monster.
His over five-meter-tall stature didn't seem so large from a distance, but after getting closer, he realized how immense the oppressive force was when a monster the size of a two-story building attacked.
Guilliman dodged to the side, evading the Evil God's avatar's fierce strike. Its immense power actually created a shallow pit in the rocky ground.
If that had hit him, he would have been instantly crushed to a pulp, turned into a mess of flesh.
Fortunately, the massive monster was relatively less agile.
After dodging the Evil God's avatar's strike, Guilliman was already behind him.
Seizing this opportunity, his arm muscles bulged, using almost ninety percent of his body's strength, and he fiercely slashed his sword at the back of the monster's knee, attempting to sever his tendons and use the hamstringing technique to control his speed.
However, the Evil God's avatar's physical defense was beyond imagination. With his current burst state, ten times the strength of an ordinary person, he could probably cut through a knight's plate-armored thigh with a single sword strike.
Yet, this much strength, when applied to the Evil God's knee, only created a two to three-inch deep wound. The Viper Silver Sword merely embedded itself in the muscle, without damaging the Evil God's avatar's tendons.
Then, pitch-black blood flowed out, corroding the surface of the Viper Silver Sword with rust marks. It seemed that this silver sword would soon be ruined.
Damn it, sure enough, as his strength increased, this ordinary Witcher equipment was no longer keeping up with the times.
It was time to get a better set of equipment, otherwise, the next time he faced an even stronger monster, he might not even be able to break its defense.
After delivering a slash, Guilliman quickly retreated.
However, the Evil God's avatar reacted quickly, like a wild horse kicking. Just as he jumped back, the monster's thick, long hind leg kicked back fiercely, a strong gust of wind brushing past his body.
Guilliman felt as if he had been slapped by an excavator's bucket, his body sent flying back several steps by the immense force.
Fortunately, his body was strong enough, and apart from a little chest tightness and abrasions, he didn't suffer too much damage.
Damn it, this Evil God's avatar is several times stronger than an elephant. Even rifle bullets would probably only break his skin.
Guilliman thought to himself, quickly rolling on the ground to dodge the monster's subsequent sweeping strike.
Although his actual Witcher experience wasn't extensive, he had absorbed Kaelen's decades of combat experience, so he wasn't too flustered by such fierce attacks.
After dodging several attacks in a row, Guilliman seized the opportunity and fiercely slashed his sword at the previous wound, cutting several more inches into the Evil God's avatar's knee.
He estimated that two more slashes should be enough to sever his tendons and cripple the monster's leg.
However, at this moment, the Evil God Dagon's avatar repeated his trick, opening his gaping maw, his chest puffing out, and letting out another earth-shattering roar.
This was probably one of the Evil God's avatar's ultimate moves, somewhat similar to sonic attacks like the Lion's Roar.
Guilliman, being closest to the monster, bore the brunt of it, feeling as if his chest was about to explode.
Blood blurred his vision, making him lose sight. His eardrums were instantly shattered, rendering him deaf, and even his brain became foggy.
Fortunately, his consciousness was still clear enough, and he instantly shouted in his mind:
Deep Blue, heal me!
Deep Blue, heal me, damn it!
Surging soul power gushed from his soul space, healing his brain damage within seconds and restoring his five senses.
However, when Guilliman opened his eyes, all he saw was the Evil God's avatar's fierce sweeping attack, his arm, thicker than a normal human body, swinging at him like a battering ram.
In such an urgent situation, he found it difficult to react further. He could only jump back with all his might, while holding the Viper Silver Sword in front of him, attempting to block the monster's attack.
Crack! Clang!
The silver sword, forged by the elven beauty Valesha, broke under the monster's attack and flew off to who knows where.
Fortunately, with the backward jump providing leverage, Guilliman was not directly flattened into a pulp. Instead, he was sent flying over ten meters like a rubber ball, smashing hard against the cave wall and spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.
He felt his vision blur, and every part of his body ached. He estimated that the bones in his chest and back were probably all broken.
However, Deep Blue continued to perform his healing, and the various symptoms of his injuries rapidly receded from his body.
However, the terrifying Evil God monster had no intention of letting him go. He actually chased after him, seemingly preparing to smash him directly against the wall, turning him into a pile of minced meat.
Damn it, Guilliman was about to prop himself up and use the power of Ancient Blood for a short-range teleportation.
But at this moment, Francesca's magic was finally ready.
A portal suddenly opened above the Evil God's avatar's head, and a rock as large as a story-high building fell from the sky, smashing fiercely onto the Evil God monster, halting his charge.
Subsequently, that enormous rock, amidst a roar, transformed into a terrifying stone giant, which, without further ado, engaged in a terrifying giant-on-giant brawl with the Evil God monster.
This was a Level 3 spell - Summon Stone Giant.
A five to six-meter-tall stone giant could almost defend against all cold weapon attacks. Once it appeared on the battlefield, unless it was attacked by other sorcerers' magic or ran out of magic power, it would act like a ruthless killing machine, slaughtering soldiers on the battlefield.
Unfortunately, the Evil God's avatar possessed equally immense strength, and his own defensive power was also extremely astonishing. Even if the stone giant used all his might, he could barely inflict any damage on this monster.
Fortunately, both sides were giant monsters, so they were very useful for stalling and acting as meat shields.
Guilliman cautiously leaned against the wall, waiting for about half a minute before his body barely returned to normal.
From having all his bones shattered to being able to barely move, such a healing speed was beyond ordinary imagination.
His handy Viper Silver Sword was broken and its whereabouts unknown, and ordinary steel weapons did not inflict significant damage on the monster.
He was about to take out another weapon from his storage space when he suddenly had an idea. He feigned a somewhat strenuous look, propped himself up with difficulty, and shouted towards the distant phantom of the Lady of the Lake:
"Lady Goddess, my weapon is broken."
"Please bestow upon me a weapon that can destroy this monster!"
Francesca was casting other spells. Hearing this request, she looked at the Witcher with a surprised gaze.
The sorceress knew he had multiple weapons and a storage space. Just as she was wondering why he would ask the Lady of the Lake for help, something suddenly occurred to her, and a smile involuntarily curved at the corner of her mouth.
She took a deep look at the handsome and upright man with a cunning mind, and at the same time, her evaluation of him constantly changed. She no longer regarded him as a merely clever Witcher.
Upon hearing Guilliman's shout, it was unclear what the Lady of the Lake was thinking, or if she had seen through the Witcher's trick.
However, a few seconds later.
Accompanied by a soft sigh.
The phantom of the Lady of the Lake made a gesture of embrace with both hands, then reached out from the two snow-white, tender mounds in front of her, slowly drawing out a longsword with a golden-blue hilt, a gleaming blade, and beautifully intricate magical runes carved upon it.
This sacred, dignified, yet captivating scene almost made the Witcher's eyes go wide.
Damn it, the Lady of the Lake actually used the 'milk-scented blade' technique. One can only say she was too professional, too understanding of men.
Seeing the Goddess produce a weapon that was definitely high-grade, Guilliman instantly felt that his bodily pain was irrelevant.
He rushed to the Goddess's phantom almost at top speed, reaching out to take the longsword.
This sword should be a two-handed sword, with a blade one point two meters long, wider than a palm, and weighing around fifteen kilograms, its appearance extremely exquisite.
An ordinary person using this weapon would likely find it quite strenuous, as its weight was about three times that of a regular two-handed sword.
However, for a tall, muscular man like Guilliman, whose strength far exceeded that of ordinary people, it was just right, perfectly suitable whether used as a one-handed or two-handed sword.
As soon as the Witcher's fingers gripped the longsword, he immediately felt a sacred power surge into his body, making him and the longsword in his hand seem to merge into one.
At the same time, the Lady of the Lake's gentle and holy voice resounded:
"Brave Mr. Witcher, please take this longsword and slay that evil monster."
"Your power will bring purification to this lake."
After receiving the longsword, Guilliman, for once, showed a serious expression, bowing slightly to the Goddess's phantom and saying:
"I will certainly fulfill my mission and slay this evil creature."
Having said that, he turned and charged towards the Evil God's avatar again, his heart filled with excitement.
Hehehe, successfully freeloading, how delightful.
At this moment, his body had been completely healed by Deep Blue. Holding the divine sword granted by the Goddess, his body almost transformed into a flash of lightning, charging at the monster at extreme speed.
The Evil God's avatar was busy fighting the stone giant, completely unaware of this small-sized fellow. His two pitch-black, strong arms struck the stone giant, each blow knocking off countless large and small pieces of rock, and even tearing off one of the stone giant's arms.
Seizing this opportunity, Guilliman did not hesitate. He came behind the monster and fiercely slashed his sword into the wound in his knee, where he had already struck twice.
The Goddess's Sword's sharpness was indeed extraordinary. This time, it not only cut in over ten centimeters but also directly severed the Evil God monster's bones and all his tendons.
This caused the colossal creature to uncontrollably drop to one knee, and then the stone giant used his body weight to force him to remain down.
The sorceress Francesca also provided an assist. Using some unknown magic, she conjured over a dozen chains from the void, binding the Evil God's avatar's entire body, rendering him almost immobile.
This was the best execution opportunity.
Guilliman slowly took a deep breath, his muscles bulging, almost unleashing the strongest arcanum of the Viper School, the full burst of his body's power and adrenaline.
He aimed the Goddess's Sword at the back of the Evil God's avatar's head, and with an upward thrusting sword move, the easiest way to exert force, he plunged it with almost full power into the back of the monster's head.
Thud!
The Evil God monster's defense was indeed quite astonishing, but the Goddess's Sword possessed the ability to dispel evil, penetrating it like a hard piece of rubber.
The Witcher let out a roar, piercing through numerous obstacles, finally thrusting the longsword completely in. The tip of the sword emerged directly from the monster's eye socket, even spewing out a good amount of brain matter.
He won!
Guilliman let out a sigh in his heart, then kicked hard against the monster's back, pulling out the longsword.
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