Even Ciri herself can't be sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Because the appearance of this "whirlpool" plays a role like an anchor, anchoring her tightly to this planet, and not only on the spatial level, but also on the temporal level.

And in this way, even if she can't accurately control the time and place she will go after her ability is activated, she doesn't have to worry too much about the terrible consequences that she may never look back and never come back.

However, there is no such thing as a free lunch, and Heri has long understood this.

This phenomenon cannot occur for no reason, and there must be a deeper reason behind it, which brings visible benefits and may also represent some kind of terrible catastrophe that is happening.

"I hope it's not like I'm thinking too much......"

The girl muttered to herself, keeping an eye out for the street outside to prevent the undead from breaking into the house, and concocting a potion of white honey, strictly following every step.

Considering that she and Geralt could not stay in this plane forever, and would have to leave after that, and she didn't know what the situation would be in the new plane, but presumably there would always be no shortage of danger, she planned to make as many white honey as possible.

After all, the power of the witcher depends largely on various decoctions and alchemy potions, but the accumulation of toxins cannot be underestimated, so the all-purpose antidote of white honey is always indispensable.

After successfully concocting a potion, she decisively sent it directly to the back room for Geralt to take immediately, in order to neutralize the toxin and solve his current physical problems.

It turned out to be the right thing to do, although both of them wanted to take a break—

Not only to prepare a few more alchemy potions and prepare as much as possible, but also to exchange information and take a good rest to recover.

However, shortly after Geralt had taken the White Honey Potion, the two of them heard a deafening roar, the familiar roar of a dragon. It didn't take much thought to know for sure that it must have been an undead dragon.

Because of the previous two encounters, the two of them also had some guesses, perhaps through the positioning spell or something, as long as Ciri, who has the blood of the ancients, once he appears in this world, he will be sensed by the power of the undead.

Then, whether in life or after death, the mobility ability can crown this planet, and it can be called the strongest dragon unit to kill it with great momentum.

As a last resort, the two of them can only continue to use the innate ability of Ciri's ancient blood to escape from danger by traveling through time and space.

What follows is a thrilling journey through time and space.

Ciri also basically proved her previous guess, as if a huge "whirlpool" appeared in time and space, showing an incomparably powerful suction force, so that every time she used her natural ability, she would be caught in it.

In the past, once she used the ability to travel through time and space, she would always arrive in a new world and many different times, but now it is different, she will only travel back and forth between a similar period of time in the history of her world.

There will be no more jumps to other worlds in space, and there will be no deviations in time that can easily be hundreds of years......

It's just that she didn't feel happy at all, but gradually felt cold and desperate in her heart because of time travel again and again.

Geralt did the same, feeling as if the two of them were caught in a nightmare cycle, and every time Ciri took him on a time jump, he would see the hopelessness of the apocalypse after being destroyed by the plague and death......

He has been in the process of listening to Ciri explain the whole thing clearly, and he also knows that in the not-so-distant future, the world has encountered the biggest existential crisis in history, so Ciri must go back in time to save the fate of this planet.

The existential crisis is said to be the so-called "Celestial Disaster", and Geralt has already seen what the natural disaster looks like.

Because during this time, he and his daughter have been wandering in different histories.

- He and Ciri went to the time when the undead won the final victory, killed all the species on the planet, and ruled the world. The land was filled with countless dead people, and the hoarfrost and white light froze the entire planet, turning the world into a lifeless block of ice, and only the dead did not care about the arrival of the ice age......

- He and Ciri have traveled to a time when the battle for the survival of the race has entered a white heat, and the Dawn Plague has destroyed most of the countries on the continent, growing stronger and more undead. But because they were busy waging a reverse war against the invading wild hunts, the creatures on the continent had a chance to breathe......

- He and Ciri had been to the early days of the plague, and the power of the undead had not yet appeared on a large scale, but death spread like the wind to the cities and villages, and finally spread to the entire continent, composed of millions of rats and billions of insects, condensed into a shadow deeper than any darkness......

- He's been to Ciri......

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Time seems to be becoming meaningless, and Geralt and Ciri are constantly traveling through time.

They did not succeed in returning to the original correct point in time, and the time and space they went to were almost all worlds that had been destroyed or were about to be destroyed.

The situation seems to be desperate to the point where it can't be more desperate, but the witchers don't intend to give up, and Ciri has no reason to give up, after all, this is their homeland, the world they live in.

This world has all their memories and beauty, their friends and relatives, and all the things they want to protect...... For their own sake and for the sake of others, they have no reason to give up this last hope.

Loneliness is always the most terrible, and people always need the comfort and confidence of their peers. And the two cheered each other on, so they were able to persevere.

- Ciri always had self-doubt and self-denial before, just because she was alone, but she was burdened with too much responsibility and too much burden.

With no one to talk to, no one to share, and the expectation that she will only succeed and not fail, she naturally walks on thin ice every step of the way, not knowing whether every decision she makes is right or wrong.

Over time, it is natural to have strong doubts about yourself, lack of confidence and even self-defeating mentality.

And with Geralt, an experienced and determined witcher, as her companion, she slowly regained her confidence and strengthened her belief that she would no longer easily doubt her actions and that she would have to save the world from dire straits!

It's just that no matter how the two of them travel through time, they seem to be able to only face a world that is in a different historical state, but it is equally desperate......

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People who die on the streets of a city or in the middle of nowhere, whether they die from war or germs, have the same consequences.

It was the mass of decomposing corpses that overflowed and erupted the Well of Plague, making the air stagnant and smelly—

In the aftermath of the ensuing chaos, death spread to the farther ends of the earth through the plague carried by fleeing people, armies, and wagons.

Numerous graves and graves continue to appear in the wild land of villages and towns, but many more corpses are left untreated, lying on the roadside or on the streets, and people fear the plague that is raging.

The nations also tried to put an end to the epidemic of infectious diseases, but when the gravediggers sent by the ruler to dispose of the corpses also fell in the graves they had dug up, no one dared to dispose of the corpses anymore.

The corpses were piled up, and the smell from them was like that from hell.

The poisonous wind covered the sky over the cities and villages like a coffin, like the shroud of the heralded empire.

After that, many people who died from the plague and were not buried, and their bodies were exposed to the ground, as if a spell had been cast on them, as if the plague contained a terrifying necromancy that allowed them to continue their activities in another form after they died.

They rose again with stiff steps, their eyes wide open, and in a solemn procession of solemn grandeur, in a magnificent, funeral-like atmosphere, through the streets and alleys, through the countryside and fields, and began to spread, and to submerge all the living into the torrent of death—

They move around......

They are as alive as they ......

They began to exercise a kind of evil despotism on the continent, establishing the kingdom of the Forsaken......

In order to compete for the space of survival, in order to ensure the fire of the race, not only humans, but also other creatures on the continent, including the elves of the ancient race, dwarves, and even endangered dragons, etc., have formed an alliance.

However, the more you fight, the more desperate you become, because the living die and die, and the more you continue to fight, the more casualties you will suffer, and the less and less there will be life. And the army of the undead is snowballing, getting bigger and bigger.

At the time of the almost complete fall of the continent, the large-scale invasion of the wild hunts became a kind of savior - they decided to do anything in order to regain the blood of the ancients, so they organized a large-scale invasion, preparing to completely conquer the world of colonial witchers.

Then, I ran into the undead scourge headlong, and after a few waves, I directly hit the GG......

However, due to the new battlefields brought by the wild hunt, the undead army also began to try to counter-invade the world of the wild hunt, preparing to enslave the wild hunting race and seize the technology that they said could control time and space.

It is precisely in this way that the creatures on the continent have a chance to breathe......

And because of the hoarfrost brought by the wild hunt, it gradually merged with the army of the undead, regardless of each other, the evil necromancer did not care about the damage caused by the hoarfrost, but was able to use the power of the hoarfrost, so-

The "Dawn Disaster" was thus completely formed.

Plague, death......

White frost, white light......

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Like a curse that can be seen by the eye, low-hanging leaden clouds loom over the gloomy landscape in front of us, and everything in heaven and earth is like a threat or portent—a hint of evil, a prophecy of calamity.

Neither birds, beasts, nor insects were nowhere to be found, except for the wind that blew through the dead branches of the dead trees like sighs, and the gray weeds hung their heads as if they were whispering some terrible secret to the earth.

In the wilderness, a man and a woman were walking tiredly, it was Ciri and Geralt.

Their expressions were numb, and they just continued to walk forward on their own, and they didn't know where the end was, but there was a voice in their hearts that they couldn't give up, and they definitely couldn't give up.

Even if they fail again and again, as long as they are alive, they are not completely hopeless......

The only thing they have to do is keep moving forward, keep moving forward.

It's just that in order to save the fate of the world, they have made countless jumps, but each time they will fail. They have tried again and again, looked forward to it again and again, and now they are physically and mentally exhausted.

Even though he has not collapsed until now, he is still beginning to gradually calm down and become numb, and his heart is nothing more than hoping that he will only do it again......

The two of them didn't have any feelings anymore, as if even their spirits were overdrawn.

However, the most terrifying thing is that they feel that this is already the most painful thing, but they do not know that something more painful is yet to come - a terrible tragedy caused by the butterfly effect is coming.