Unfortunately, places with such dense monster populations, apart from some elite monsters that could command smaller ones, could only have large numbers of native monsters in human settlements, certain underground ruins, and unexplored primeval forests.
As for the seabed...
Because of the strong deep-sea pressure, it was too difficult for the human body.
If he encountered a large number of monsters in the sea, he wasn't confident he could guarantee his own safety.
Just as Guilliman was single-mindedly killing more monsters, he suddenly heard some subtle sounds.
It was the sound of human voices.
"What's going on today? Why are the monsters so agitated?"
"Yes, Elder, it seems a Witcher has entered the sewers."
"I saw many monster corpses in the sewers."
"Damn Witcher!"
"It's all because of that Witcher named Guilliman, that piece of shit, that troublemaker."
"Ever since he arrived in Vizima, Witchers, which hadn't been seen for years, are now appearing in droves, damn it."
The voice called 'Elder' vented with a string of curses, then was reminded by another younger voice:
"We'd best be careful now, Elder."
"Isn't that poem circulating recently? Guilliman the Godslayer."
"Legend says he's the one who killed the evil god in Vizima Lake."
"Today is the day for sacrificing offerings, we'd best not be discovered."
Hearing the title 'Godslayer', the voice called 'Elder' also fell silent for a few seconds, then finally said:
"Then quickly seal up the entrance. There's a magic barrier here, ordinary people won't be able to find us."
Too late! Knowing there was a Witcher down here, they still dared to curse me. Isn't that just asking for death?
Sacrificing offerings—that doesn't sound like good people!
Guilliman grumbled inwardly, but his body didn't hesitate. He immediately followed the direction of the voices and quickly ran towards them.
He had always been merciless with inhumane cultists, killing them on sight.
However, because he had to turn several corners, by the time he reached the vicinity of the sound, everything had already returned to calm, with no abnormalities visible.
The so-called magic barrier had probably already taken effect.
Guilliman thought for a moment, holding his Witcher medallion in front of him, and walked around the wall.
It was no use; the Witcher medallion showed no reaction.
This thing was just a relatively ordinary magical sensing item, not as miraculous as legend had it. Probably only very obvious magical fluctuations would be sensed by the medallion.
With no other option, after walking around and seeing no abnormalities, Guilliman found a relatively safe corner, closed his eyes, and entered a state of astral projection.
Under his soul-state perception, everything around him became remarkably clear, including magical fluctuations.
After just one scan of the area, he found a hidden stone secret door, concealed by magic, in a corner.
Unfortunately, before the barrier magic was dispelled, the Witcher, having returned to his normal state, still found nothing unusual and couldn't break the barrier.
It was time to get some dimeritium or something similar. Although this stuff was relatively rare in other countries, it could still be found in the trade city of Novigrad.
Of course, as a precious metal comparable in price to gold, dimeritium wouldn't be found in large quantities simply by searching the homes of farmers or commoners, as in games.
Guilliman walked up to the barrier and stared at it for a long time but still couldn't find a weakness.
He simply didn't bother to waste any more effort. He cast another layer of Quen Shield on himself, gripped the Sword of Blinding Light tightly with both hands, channeling a large amount of magic into it, causing the blade to be enveloped in a golden aura.
He let out a soft shout and, with almost all his might, brought the sword down several times on the stone door, which was concealed by magic.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Several loud, muffled shattering sounds rang out. The stone door, along with the magic barrier placed upon it, was cut into fragments by the Sword of Blinding Light in his hand.
It truly lived up to its name as a divine sword.
If it were any other weapon forged by a blacksmith, even a so-called master-grade sword, he wouldn't dare to use it so forcefully.
Only this divine sword in his hand, capable of cutting through steel, a gift from the goddess, gave him such confidence.
However, what he didn't expect was that as soon as the stone door shattered, several roars mixed with fear suddenly came from within.
And a splat! splat! sound, like liquid splashing.
"Damn it, it's that Godslayer Guilliman."
"Cultists, don't hold back, kill him!"
"The God of Ill Omen will protect us."
Faced with such a sudden commotion, Guilliman didn't even think. He back-jumped a meter or two away, then gathered a large amount of magic in his left hand, aimed at the stone door, and unleashed a powerful Aard Sign.
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