Van Helsing - To be exact, what is the strength of Geralt who wears the name of Van Helsing?

After all, he is the number one swordsman in the north, and his strength is already among the top among ordinary people.

In the adapted plot, his most commonly used Quinn and Arden's seals once made the children on the streets of Jerusalem obsessed with making specific gestures every day, and their friends often responded cooperatively.

There are stupid children who shout "Igna" with a torch and burn down their own house.

But the strong is strong, and it is by no means the top batch.

According to Lothar's dictation, in the Witcher series written by Prajna Polish, there are many plot characters or monsters that are stronger than Geralt, high dragons, high-level vampires - and top spellcasters like Wigo Fortez, double masters who are very good at melee and spells.

But the ability of the alien is obviously not simply to summon the characters in the book to help in the battle, if that is the case, summoning a golden dragon to help in the battle is obviously much more suitable than a demon hunter.

"This damn paralyzed face!"

Mudrygi's expression tensed, his lips twitching, and a vicious spell quickly took shape—a curse designed to deal with the undead, as it worked on souls, not flesh and blood.

Dark green lightning flew by.

But alas, even though the goal has been achieved, there is no need for me to expel the mark.

The envoy of Mudwaiji wanted Saladin and my soldiers to intervene, and no matter how fierce the attack of the white-haired witcher was, it also wiped out the gap in hard power, and I adjusted my casting rhythm very slowly, and called out a low evil spirit at the cost of the integrity of a skeleton under the necklace of human bones.

Right in the middle!

I'm worried about my big girl, that's it.

That white-haired guy is too difficult, isn't it?

"Tsk, meat."

Praruo's face was not a little pale, and a smile appeared on his face: "It's bad as usual." ”

Lothar, on the contrary, became apprehensive.

"You need his help, man."

The white bone spear was swept away by the Quinfa Seal that shrouded the witcher, and the witcher's golden cat's eyes stared at Mudwaiji, with no regret in his heart as he always had a set of demon-blocking gold weapons.

"Worried."

The steel sword slashes the evil, and the silver sword punishes the demons!

At that time, Mudwaiji was quite embarrassed, and the staff in my hand was hit under my chest by the huge force of the silver sword, and compared to Geralt's body, which was much stronger, I suddenly didn't feel like I was looking at the burden.

Lothar was gouged out by Jeanne.

Mudwaiji hurriedly unleashed a "spirit blast" to knock the witcher in.

But as I was hurrying forward, a golden light on my back, as if more dazzling than the sun, was speeding towards me, and before I could get closer, the skulls hanging from my neck let out a miserable wail.

The witcher with the silver sword in his hand, as if he had jumped out of a spatial rift, slashed towards Mudwaiji.

Prajna will smile like that again.

You blocked the sun's direct rays of Lothar, and said calmly: "You are still you, and now and the future will change, your villain." ”

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the fairy spirit is fluttering, and even the white skin seems to have a layer of luster under it.

The witcher was apparently unable to dodge the near-light-speed curse, and was struck solidly.

But the two are now fighting close to each other, how can others interfere in that situation?

It's the witcher's silver blade, which is full of murderous intent.

Without this man, you can still wield the power of time.

Saladin's eyes were a little unexpected, and even less tired, and I hurriedly said, "Withdraw the troops, the war is over." ”

Keng——

But I was greeted not by a sweet and delicious soul.

With a hint of tentative curiosity, Lothar asked, "Should you call him Prajna or Miss Xie now?" ”

The system's prompt sounds: The kingdom-level campaign has begun, and the punishment is being settled...

Jeanne's teasing laughter came out, putting an end to what should have been a little ambiguous conversation.

Now, even if I use the blood waterfall to amplify, my melee strength can fight with Hans and Veneto, who are transformed, and every time I encounter a weak enemy, I have to exhaust my strength and reduce it, and the conventional combat power can be regarded as a boost, and I have gained a lot.

The bright green light illuminated Mudwaiji's white face, and the baby's skull in the center of the bone necklace around my neck opened its mouth and sucked hard.

The double exhaustion under the spirit and body made me feel more and more tormented even when I was lying on the ground: "Slow, don't forget that there is no Lu Shanguang under the dragon's back, don't let me run, you want to recruit such a number one person." ”

But the price is not, Lothar is now completely active.

Space jumping, it's the body of death, it's the soul...

Mudwaiji, who had been fighting with the caster for a long time, turned into ashes the moment the holy spear passed by, and an evil mark flew out of the ashes, but in the shroud of the holy radiance, it still turned into ashes neatly.

As soon as Mudwaiji thought of this, he was already motivated, the Holy Spear can save my life, which means that I will leave my life there, after all, since the Holy Spear works, the Holy Grail of the Cross Sect, the Holy Shroud is sure to work.

The white-haired witcher, who had lost his target, looked fiercely at the soldiers from another world who had gathered around him, wearing armor, and finally his eyes stayed under Saladin, and then the whole person disappeared into shape.

There was a bit of big-heartedness in his words, as if he wanted to atone for his crimes.

It is possible to meddle if you meddle.

"Get out of here!"

Before Jeanne could speak, Prajna walked down.

My body exploded into a cloud of mist, and there was a string of beautiful Latin characters hidden outside, and before it disappeared, it immediately reappeared in the direction of Mudwaiji's departure.

...

The 1,000 Mamluk Janissaries under my command are all equipped with golden arrows and throwing spears, and as long as they can hit them solidly, even the dragon of the Shermel division may not be able to withstand it.

Zahir took the spear from his attendant - the head of the spear was glittering with gold, apparently a demonic gold texture.

Coupled with the fact that I had regained the mobility of one arm at the critical moment, I stole the head of the enemy's evil Geralt with a holy spear, and I was promoted to another seven levels.

"I haven't seen it yet, someone, yes, you just solved it."

The witcher could see in a blur that a small, muscular white spirit was stepping on the body of the evil wizard.

"Father, if you're going to make a move?"

Mudwaiji's guess was wrong, the Holy Spear could indeed restrain the Evil God Mark beneath me.

The silver sword can slash demons and evils, but it breaks the spells of wizards.

When I came out, the dragon blood covering my body was almost translucent, and the essence outside was all absorbed by Lothar's bloodline, and the hints of attribute increase that came from my ears one after another, counting, I could be promoted to another seven levels.

I turned my head suddenly, and my eyes were immediately filled with the target I had coveted for a long time, this legendary holy spear.

Saladin thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"Your soul, I'll take it!"

Last moment.

Before the Ark of the Covenant - Mudwaiji vaguely remembered that when I was in the service of the king of Abyssinia, I had heard that the Crucidian relic had been secretly hidden in some Coptist cave church.

Mudwaiji is still rapidly pulling away!

I said silently in my heart.

A round of arrows covered it, is it helping this white-haired swordsman who can come back from the dead, or is it helping Mu Dewaiji?

The white-haired witcher's attacks were repeated one after another, and Mudwaiji, who hastily raised his staff to block, was completely chaotic in the rhythm of the battle, and the other party seemed to have no experience in hand-to-hand combat with Geralt for a long time, and every attack interrupted the spell I wanted to blurt out in a bad way.

Mu Dewaiji had never fought such an aggrieved battle, but he was just a swordsman, even if he mastered some great spells that were on the table, he forced himself into such an embarrassing situation.

Although the evil spirit had been severed off by the witcher's swordsmanship as if it had been used to deal with humanoid enemies as soon as it appeared, I was able to regain the rhythm of the battle and distance myself from the witcher.

Your temperament is not exactly the same as it was later.

Poof-