"That's great, Guilliman, we won."
"Fantastic! This is the most spectacular and memorable battle I've ever seen."
"It's like an epic story."
"Under the leadership of a powerful Witcher and a beautiful Sorceress, human warriors braved the waves, defeated monsters more than a hundred times their number, and successfully landed on a deserted island."
"Look at these corpses, look at those disgusting Fishtails; it's like history repeating itself, an epic reborn."
"When our human fleet first set foot on this new continent, it must have been like this: braving the waves, clearing out monsters, and finding a safe haven for human inhabitants."
"Hahaha, I'm full of inspiration now; I'll definitely be able to write an inspiring poem to commemorate this battle."
If there was one person among the three who remained on the Black Hawk who was the most excited,
It must have been Miss Priscilla, who witnessed such a glorious victory on her first battlefield experience.
The bard, dressed in a red and black court performer's gown, was flushed, her eyes sparkling, holding paper and pen, circling Guilliman and Triss.
Like a child who had discovered a treasure, the girl's face wore an excited smile, and she chattered incessantly, seemingly lost in her own world.
Her joyful and adorable demeanor made both the Witcher and the Sorceress smile.
Guilliman looked at Triss, whose face still showed signs of fatigue, and praised her gently:
"Beautiful lady, the rest of the work is up to me. You can go to the cabin and get some good rest."
"Honestly, your beautiful and extraordinary figure, your awe-inspiring presence, will surely be unforgettable to me."
"Perhaps tonight, I'll even dream of this shocking scene."
Perhaps those ignorant commoners and scheming nobles would feel awe and fear because of the powerful and beautiful magic of the Sorceresses.
But as a transmigrator, the Witcher genuinely felt that women with such power were truly beautiful, making his heart yearn for them.
Hearing the Witcher's sincere praise, Triss's face unconsciously broke into a confident smile.
She shot the Witcher a glance, her mood clearly very pleased, and said with a smile:
"The Witcher's words are truly sweet; no wonder he's so popular with women."
"Alright, I am indeed tired."
"You might not know, but that lightning gem just now required us to personally collect enough lightning magic over three nights of thunder and lightning before it could be refined."
"It's not like the alchemical bombs in your hand, which you can just buy with some money."
Guilliman nodded in agreement.
Great power must come with a great price.
According to what he had learned during this time,
Except for certain level three spells used by a single person, most area-of-effect level three spells either required special magical items, or several hours of preparation, or some even came at the cost of the caster's lifespan and body to be cast.
In short, such powerful magic was not so easy to use.
Watching Triss return to the cabin, Priscilla finally calmed down from her excitement.
She walked up to the Witcher, looked up at him with sparkling eyes, and asked in a melodious voice:
"Guilliman, what are you going to do now?"
Guilliman smiled slightly, made the gesture for the Axii Sign, and at the same time quickly pushed the chaotic magic within him, saying with a smile:
"The battle is pretty much over; it's time for me to collect my spoils of war."
With that, he aimed the Axii Sign at the corpses around the Black Hawk, simultaneously fully activating the magic within his body.
In an instant, with him as the center, within a radius of several tens of meters, almost all the Fishtail corpses began to tremble slightly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of pea-sized soul light clusters were sucked out from those corpses, like a brilliant star shower, trailing streaks of luminescence, converging into a single point, and all merging into Guilliman's body.
And the cold, mechanical voice of the Deep Blue System followed, almost continuously.
Absorbed a weak soul, Soul Power +2.
Absorbed a weak soul, Soul Power +2.
Absorbed an ordinary soul, Soul Power +5... In less than three to five seconds, hundreds of Fishtail souls had been crushed into basic Soul Power and integrated into the Witcher's soul.
That feeling of his soul being filled and strengthened by countless Soul Power made him can't help but exhale a turbid breath.
Satisfying!
And his total Soul Power kept jumping up, clack-clack-clack, increasing by several hundred points in the blink of an eye.
"Ah! Ah! What was that just now, Guilliman? It was absolutely beautiful!"
Such a dreamlike scene, imprinted in Priscilla's eyes, almost made the bard jump up with excitement.
It must be said, the sight of hundreds of souls, like moths to a flame, simultaneously merging into a single human body, was indeed quite beautiful.
Even a spellcaster would probably be awestruck by such a scene, let alone an ordinary person.
Guilliman, of course, didn't intend to explain too much; he just smiled and said:
"This is a reward from the gods for me, a Witcher, for slaying monsters."
"Alright, Miss Priscilla, do you want to come down with me?"
"I still have other spoils of war to collect."
Hearing the Witcher's invitation, Priscilla, of course, also wanted to go down and see, and immediately nodded incessantly like a little rabbit.
Guilliman didn't waste words; he unceremoniously wrapped his arms around the beautiful bard girl, like a princess carry, and leaped from the ten-meter-high bow of the ship, landing steadily on the riverbank.
Hmph, with his physical prowess, his legs wouldn't be like a certain limping Witcher, who would fall to his death climbing stairs.
Priscilla was not timid; as a young girl, she dared to travel alone from Oxenfurt to Vizima, and even dared to confront bandits with a hand crossbow, so she certainly wasn't afraid of such a small jump.
After landing, looking at the blood-soaked, charred corpses all over the ground,
Priscilla, with a slight blush, stepped out of the Witcher's embrace. Although she was somewhat repulsed by the gore on the ground, she still enthusiastically held her paper and pen, constantly observing the battlefield.
Guilliman ignored her. He quickly went to various corners of the battlefield, continuously absorbing the souls from the dead bodies using the Axii Sign.
Each ordinary Fishtail provided him with two points of Soul Power, while each mutated Fishtail could provide him with five to six points of Soul Power, giving him a considerable harvest.
Once the Soul Power collection was complete,
His total Soul Power had reached 5,300 points.
This made the Witcher quite happy, feeling that his financial investment had not been wasted.
Guilliman exhaled and turned to look at the bard girl not far away, calling out to Priscilla:
"Priscilla, let's go call back our warriors."
"The battle is over; now we need to quickly find a defensible location and build a temporary camp."
Hearing the Witcher's call, Priscilla's face was flushed with excitement.
She quickly walked to the Witcher's side, then, somewhat unexpectedly, stood on her tiptoes and kissed Guilliman on the cheek.
The girl said with a hint of shyness and gratitude in her voice:
"Thank you, Guilliman."
"Thank you for letting me witness such an unforgettable battle."
"This is just a small token of my gratitude; please don't misunderstand."
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