CHAPTER 360: CHAPTER 255: OUT OF CONTROL_1

Geralt caught his breath slightly and took out a Potion from his pocket at his waist and drank it down.

His somewhat dim golden pupils suddenly contracted and then gradually relaxed. The Potion’s power was still strong, suppressing the injuries inside his body in just a few breaths.

But everyone knew that such Potions were equally expensive, and not just anyone could buy them, even if they had the money; his was one given to him by a familiar female Magician.

After drinking the Potion, Geralt’s condition recovered rapidly, and he stood up from a half-kneeling position.

PTOOEY! Geralt casually spat out the blood in his throat, his already stern face now bearing a hint of fury.

A precious Potion had been consumed before he could collect the bounty, and that was enough to infuriate anyone.

Seeing this, Tamara also knew that if the Wizard didn’t die, no one could leave. She had no choice but to follow Geralt and rejoin the team.

The power that drove the torch to repel the tentacles was also a tremendous burden for the Nun. Even though she used the torch’s power, as a node in the ritual, she also bore some of the damage from the resulting agitation of Spiritual Essence.

Her face, already weary, was visibly almost swallowed by weakness.

How could a team full of wounded soldiers deal with the current situation?

And just at that moment, Catherine fell, and the Wizard was entwined with the tentacles.

If it had been an earlier encounter with the tentacles, the Wizard probably wouldn’t have had the strength to resist. However, Catherine’s blow not only failed to kill him but instead put him into a unique state. He responded to the call and communicated with the Void, obtaining even more miraculous powers from that mysterious entity.

Power of Flesh and Blood!

The tentacles attempted to devour the Wizard. Yet, the bizarre scene was that the millions of mouths, after biting into the Flesh and blood, actually caused the tentacles to lose control. Flesh buds inexplicably grew out of the wounds and then climbed onto the tentacles themselves.

This eerie spectacle not only did not cause the Wizard pain; on the contrary, he let out a strange and increasingly inhuman burst of manic laughter.

The tentacles, too, felt that twisted power and sought to let go, attempting to rid themselves of the Wizard. But the connected Flesh buds seemed to make the Wizard nearly merge into the tentacles.

It was then that the others understood: he was actually absorbing the power of the tentacles!

This scene sent a shock akin to electricity down the spines of the three of them. Even the devout Nun felt her convictions waver.

This was no longer a matter of pressure but a plunge into complete despair.

How could they possibly fight against that eerie power?

"What in the world is this?" Geralt’s expression became grave; he could no longer concern himself with the consumption of the Potion.

He had lived for so long and killed countless Extraordinary monsters, he couldn’t even remember how many. Many were wicked to the extreme, but still hardly comparable to the creature before him.

Indeed, upon stepping into this land, he had felt something was amiss. This was a cursed place.

"What he contracted with is not some Aberrant Demon of the Abyss, but that which comes from the Void..." Tamara, no ordinary observer, seemed to discern some of its origins but dared not speak out for fear of attracting certain beings’ attention.

"The Holy Flame flickers unstably... Our path ahead has fallen into darkness," the Nun remarked, watching the wavering flame of the torch in her hand. Her devout heart could not bear such a strong blow.

As they stood stunned, the tentacles summoned by the Wizard from the Void even began to sever themselves in a bid for survival.

When the sustaining power of the rift was retracted, the shattered mirror-like sky smoothed over by the forces of reality. It was as if an extremely sharp blade passed over the tentacles, cutting off a part of them that extended into this world. The severed end was incredibly smooth, with only the ripples on its surface testifying to the rift that had appeared.

However, for Geralt and his companions, this was no good news. It was visible to the naked eye that the Bald Sorcerer was devouring and digesting the portions of the tentacles sliced off by the barrier.

"Help me!" Geralt knew he could not wait any longer, even if the Potion had not fully healed his body.

He drew out a bottle of sword oil from his pouch and applied it to the blade. Swinging it past the torch, the contact with the flame instantly ignited a fierce blaze, enveloping the sword.

The Nun and Tamara also realized the urgency, immediately pulling out their most powerful abilities to assist Geralt.

"This is Holy Water. May Holy Flame Protection be with you."

The Nun took out a small glass bottle and, while chanting incantations, sprinkled the Holy Water on Geralt.

With the blessing of the Divine Arts, the effects of the Holy Water unfolded, seemingly forming a faint white light around him.

Having experienced it before, Geralt knew that Holy Water could temporarily enhance the user’s various resistances.

There could be nothing better to use against this twisted and bizarre Wizard.

Tamara, too, did not skimp on her Spiritual Essence. She directly lifted the Crystal Ball to cast a Secret Technique, enhancing Geralt’s perception and agility.

Geralt, however, had already charged forward unremittingly, the flame sword making him particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

He had faced many challenges, but now was not the time to shrink back.

Under the Wizard’s digestion, the tentacle had mostly dissolved, leaving only three to four meters. It wasn’t completely devoured but instead embedded into the Wizard’s right arm, merging with it. All the eyes could be seen converging on the arm.

The power from digesting the tentacle, transformed by the mysterious entity, caused his muscles to bulge. He was already tall, but in just ten-odd seconds, he shed his previous consumptive, weak appearance, his frame now straining against his clothes.