Chapter 10: Deep Blue, Heal Me!
The moment the dagger pierced him, Girilman felt a numbness in his calf, followed by intense pain that almost made him lose his footing.
The Viper Fang Dagger lived up to its reputation as a sinister weapon secretly crafted by the Viper School. Not only did it have a bloodletting groove to quickly drain an enemy’s blood, but its curved blade was also perfect for applying poison and enlarging wounds.
A single stab from it was usually fatal for a common person; with the medical technology of this era, it was very difficult to save someone unless a sorcerer or druid intervened.
Seeing blood gush like a fountain from his calf, flowing down the dagger, Girilman knew that if he didn't stop the bleeding, he would likely go into shock from excessive blood loss in less than two minutes.
Not only that, but the power of the Undead seemed to have entered his body through the wound. Starting from his calf, a severe, cold, and corrosive pain was steadily spreading throughout his body.
It was unclear whether he would first collapse from blood loss or die from the corrosive Undead power.
However, Girilman was not afraid.
Ignoring the risk of further enlarging the wound, he decisively swung his sword downwards, severing the Undead’s wrist.
Then, he reached out, grabbed the Viper Fang Dagger, and forcefully pulled it out of his calf. Instead of discarding it, he cunningly stored it directly into his storage space.
This was a special disarming technique he had devised; in future battles, as long as he could touch an enemy's weapon, he could instantly disarm them. It could be used as a trump card, practically a cheating artifact.
Even after having its head and one wrist severed, the Koggrym Wraith did not seem significantly weakened.
It appeared that ordinary attacks had a very limited effect on this Wraith, and he had not yet learned any spell attacks.
Girilman also saw that the Undead energy within the Wraith transformed into several tentacles, directly connecting to its severed wrist and head, rapidly pulling them back as if trying to reattach them.
If he allowed it to reattach them, it would turn into a prolonged battle.
A prolonged battle between a living being of flesh and blood and an Undead creature that transcended the boundaries of life and death was definitely not a good idea.
With that thought, Girilman steeled his heart, returned the silver sword in his hand to his storage space, and, disregarding the need to conserve Soul Power or his injury, shouted in his mind:
“Deep Blue, heal me!!!”
He forcefully kneed the Koggrym Undead in the chest, preventing its body from moving, and extended both hands, snatching the flying head and holding it in front of him.
At the same time, he fully activated the magic power within his body, forming the Soul Absorption Rune with one hand. Almost pressing against the Undead head’s forehead, and enduring the Undead’s constant pounding and clawing attacks from beneath him, he activated the Soul Absorption Rune.
The silver-white spell light suddenly flared, enveloping the Undead power on the Koggrym Undead. Like encountering its nemesis, it was completely suppressed by the silver-white light.
The Witcher’s magic power rapidly depleted, transforming in a special way into a powerful soul-sucking force that continuously pulled and twisted from the Koggrym Undead head’s dark eye sockets.
It was forcefully trying to pull out the three Wraiths within the Undead in a brutal manner, intending to swallow them.
During this time, the Witcher King System, named “Deep Blue” by Girilman, also responded to its master’s command.
Silver-white Soul Power quickly enveloped his wound, not only expelling the Undead power that had invaded his body.
The wound on his calf was immediately staunched, and it began to rapidly close at a visible rate.
Simultaneously, Girilman’s ears were filled with the system’s mechanical voice:
“Healing wound, 1 Soul Power consumed.”
“Healing wound, 1 Soul Power consumed.”
“Healing wound, 1 Soul Power consumed...” In less than twenty seconds, the wound on his calf was completely healed, and even the invading Undead power was purged.
The only thing that pained him was that healing such a wound consumed almost one Soul Power per second. In this short time, twenty points of Soul Power were completely used up.
Feeling that the Undead corrosive power in his body had also been cleared, Girilman breathed a sigh of relief.
The healing ability provided by the system was his confidence, allowing him, as a Transmigrator, to have the courage to fight desperately against those terrifying monsters in such a short time.
As long as he had enough Soul Power, and as long as the enemy didn't deliver a killing blow that completely ended his life, he was an immortal existence.
The only troublesome part was that Soul Power accumulated slowly but was used up quickly. Whether it was for healing his body, increasing skill levels, or enhancing physical attributes, it all required Soul Power, and he had to accumulate it little by little himself.
If he accidentally sustained a serious injury, it would become a losing business; he had to be very careful with his calculations.
As the magic power in his body rapidly depleted, the soul-sucking effect of the Soul Absorption Rune grew stronger and stronger.
After nearly a minute of deadlock, the Koggrym Wraith, pinned beneath Girilman, finally could no longer resist. Its soul core broke free from the protection of the Undead power and was forcibly pulled out from the black eye sockets of the Undead head.
Two faint soul light clusters and one soul light cluster with a dark aura were absorbed into Girilman’s body.
A few seconds later, a dispassionate mechanical voice sounded:
“Absorbed a faint soul, Soul Power +3.”
“Absorbed a faint soul, Soul Power +3...” “Huh! Why only two sounds?”
Girilman, feeling a bit drained from the intense battle, suddenly frowned in confusion.
Two Wraiths plus Koggrym’s remnant soul should have resulted in three reward sounds.
Speaking of which, this battle might end up being a loss. There were a total of four Wraiths, each providing only three points of Soul Power, adding up to only twelve points.
And he had just spent twenty points of Soul Power healing his body.
Even without calculating the resources lost in battle, unless Koggrym’s Wraith could provide more than eight points of Soul Power, he would barely break even.
But such a possibility was not high, because even if the soul quality of ordinary people varied, the Soul Power they provided was generally between three and five points.
Like the three hunter brothers he had killed earlier, their Soul Power was only a pitiful three points, which was considered poor quality.
Although Witchers generally had good qualities, it was still quite difficult to provide more than eight points of Soul Power, let alone a remnant soul.
With this doubt, Girilman cautiously scanned the crypt. After confirming there was no danger, he entered a state of shallow meditation to check his soul space.
In the void of his soul space, his soul orb was still slowly rotating, and an invisible soul storm raged in the space, protecting his soul.
The souls of the three hunters previously in the space, as well as the souls of the four Wraiths he had killed, had all been crushed and absorbed by the soul storm.
Only one soul light orb, emitting a dark aura, remained, resisting the erosion of the soul storm and slowly rotating.
From its appearance, it seemed very resilient.
“Hmm! What’s going on here?”
There was nothing like this before.
Girilman was a bit puzzled. Then, he concentrated his mind, controlled his will in the soul space, and probed the condition of that black soul light cluster.
Dozens of seconds later, Girilman opened his eyes with a complex expression, a mix of joy and a hint of melancholy.