Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Enjoy reading "The Witcher: My Skills Can Be Limitless".

late at night.

East City's eastern district is a maze of narrow alleyways.

Delia wrapped herself tightly in a dark gray cloak, her hat brim pulled low, and moved with light steps.

She moved close to the shadows along the wall, her mental energy sweeping across the alleyway, capturing any suspicious movements around her.

We pause for three seconds at each corner.

everything is normal.

She continued forward, her fingers tracing the warm communication rune within her sleeve.

This was given to her by Adele a few days ago.

"If you encounter danger, just crush it."

She knew the significance of this mission; whether the young lady could build her own core armed force depended on the success of her operation.

With her advanced crystallization skills and her experience in managing industries, she knew the distribution channels for potions better than Adele.

Tonight, I'll retrieve the last batch of twenty Tier 1 Bloodline Neutralizing Potions, enough to allow the second batch of core members of Adele to complete their transformation.

Without these neutralizing agents, Rock Bear Potion would be a suicide poison.

The backlash from the bloodline conflict is enough to cause the bloodline of a high-level apprentice to collapse and die.

"Soon...our strength..."

She murmured to herself, her breath condensing into white mist in the cold night.

After turning the seventh bend, an inconspicuous three-story stone building appears ahead.

The building doors were tightly shut, and faded medicine bottle emblems were engraved on the door panels.

This is the "Old Town Pharmacy," which on the surface sells ordinary medicinal herbs, but secretly... it's one of the few channels that still dares to trade with Adele.

Delia stopped in the shadows at the alley entrance, her gaze sweeping over the stone building.

The roof tiles on the opposite side of the building were intact, with no unusual marks.

The second-floor windows were dark, and the curtains were drawn tightly.

In the alley behind the building, there were several bundles of abandoned wooden crates, covered with a thick layer of dust.

She waited for a full five minutes to make sure there was nothing wrong before slowly walking towards the stone building.

He raised his right hand and tapped lightly on the door.

Three long, two short, one long.

A faint sound of gears turning came from inside the door.

The door opened a crack, letting in a dim, yellowish light that shone on the tips of her boots.

"Come in."

An aged voice came from behind the door, with a heavy nasal tone.

Delia slipped inside, and the door closed silently behind her.

The first floor of the stone building is a warehouse filled with medicinal herbs.

The air was filled with a strange smell of hay, roots, and old dust.

Behind the counter sat a hunched old man, his face crisscrossed with wrinkles.

He held a yellowed account book in his hands, but his eyes were fixed on Delia.

"Where are the things?"

Delia took a heavy leather bag from the inside of her cloak and placed it on the counter.

The bag was loosened, revealing four hundred high-grade magic stones inside, which were much more expensive than usual.

The old man didn't even lift his eyelids; his withered fingers tapped the magic stone.

"The number is correct."

He closed the ledger and got up to walk deeper into the warehouse.

Delia stood still, her right hand resting on the hilt of the short blade at her waist.

Time passes slowly.

The only sounds in the warehouse were the rustling of the old woman rummaging through things and her own steady breathing.

After a while, the old man returned carrying a heavy wooden box.

The box is dark brown with simple preservation runes engraved on its surface.

He pushed the wooden box over.

"Twenty bottles, all freshly prepared, with a shelf life of three months."

Delia opened the box.

Inside were twenty crystal tubes neatly arranged, each containing a milky white, viscous liquid.

She took one out and held it up to her eyes.

Through the light of the crystal wall lamp, tiny silver specks could be seen occasionally appearing inside the liquid.

Its energy fluctuations are stable and gentle, making it truly a superior product.

"Inspection complete."

She closed the lid of the box, carefully put the wooden box into her dimensional ring, and turned to walk towards the door.

The old man suddenly spoke, his voice very low.

"This guest."

Delia paused, but didn't turn around.

"Recently... things haven't been very peaceful around here."

The old man spoke slowly, his finger tracing meaningless circles on the counter.

"Several of my old sales channels stopped accepting orders the day before yesterday."

He paused, then said, "Be careful yourself."

Delia paused for a moment, then nodded.

Thank you.

She opened the door, her figure disappearing into the darkness outside.

The door closed behind him, shutting out the old man's sigh.

The alley seemed quieter than when we arrived, even the noise from the distant tavern had disappeared.

Delia walked quickly along the wall, already sensing that something was wrong.

This is a level two wizard's intuitive warning of danger.

She stopped at the entrance of an alley.

There should have been an old street lamp there, its lampshade half broken, casting a dim but steady light.

But now... the lights are off.

It looked like someone had wrapped the entire lampshade in a thick black cloth.

Delia gripped the short blade tightly in her right hand.

His left hand quietly slipped into his robes, his fingertips touching the warm communication rune.

Just then.

"Whoosh..."

The sound of something cutting through the air came from above, not one, but seven!

Seven dark purple energy arrows shot down from the rooftops on either side, their shafts wrapped in twisted curse runes.

Before the arrow even arrived, a chilling, decaying aura already filled the air.

Delia's pupils contracted slightly, and her body instinctively leaned back sharply.

Her waist was almost bent parallel to the ground as seven arrows grazed her nose, chest, and lower abdomen.

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

"Curse magic!"

Delia used her waist to propel herself up like a spring.

He pushed off the wall with both feet, floated back three meters, and landed steadily.

The short blade was drawn, its blade gleaming with an icy blue light in the night.

She looked up at the roof, where seven dark figures slowly rose to their feet.

They were all dressed in black, their faces covered by masks, revealing only pairs of cold eyes.

The aura... is that of a level two wizard.

"They mobilized so many level-two wizards specifically to ambush me..."

The seven people stood in separate positions, blocking all her escape routes.

Delia’s throat tightened, but her hand holding the knife remained as steady as a rock.

She looked around and took a deep breath.

"Who else? Come out, all of you. These useless fools can't stop me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air distorted at both ends of the alley ahead, and suddenly two figures emerged from each.

On the left was a tall, thin man wearing a dark red robe with gold trim, and a thunder eagle perched on his shoulder.

Thunderhawk tilted its head, its scarlet eyes fixed on Delia, and a low, gurgling sound came from its throat.

"Captain of Edwin's 'Thunderhawk Guard,' a late-stage level two wizard."

On the right was an effeminate man, wearing a dark green robe, with long, slender, pale fingers and nails painted with dark purple nail polish.

He slowly peeled a grape, put the pulp into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

"This is... a close confidant of Adrian, a late-stage level two curse wizard."

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, blocked both ends of the alley.

Two crystallized wizards of the same level as her, along with seven early-stage support characters, formed a suppression formation.

Delia's heart sank.

This is to leave her... permanently here.

"Ms. Delia."

The tall, thin man spoke, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping.

"It's so late, why aren't you with Miss Adele? Why are you here buying medicine?"

The Thunder Eagle on his shoulder suddenly spread its wings, its wingspan nearly two meters, with tiny arcs of electricity dancing among its feathers.

"Young Master Edwin asked me to pass on a message." He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Hand over the potion, and then... come with us."

"Young Master wants to have a good talk with you."

Delia didn't speak, her right hand holding the short blade across her chest, her left hand quietly reaching into her bosom.

He gripped the communication rune tightly with his fingertips.

"Click."

The faint cracking sound was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent alley.

The runes shattered, and warm energy seeped into her body through her fingertips, traveling upwards along her blood vessels, and finally illuminating a tiny point of light in her spiritual sea.

The light flickered three times and then quietly went out.

"The message has been sent out."

Next... all she needs to do is hold out until reinforcements arrive.

"It seems this lady doesn't want to talk."

The effeminate man finally finished the grape, took out a silk handkerchief, and slowly wiped his hands.

He looked up at Delia.

Deep within his pupils, dark purple curse patterns slowly swirled.

"Then... don't blame us for being impolite."

The moment the words fell.

The seven wizards on the periphery attacked simultaneously.

Dark purple magic circles lit up beneath the feet of the seven people, their light connecting with each other and instantly enveloping the entire alley!

The air suddenly became viscous.

It was as if countless invisible hands were reaching out to grab Delia from all directions!

Each hand carries a chilling, cursed aura; the moment it touches the skin, it corrodes flesh and degrades magic!

Delia snorted coldly, and a pale blue halo appeared on her skin.

This is a wind-based protective magic she has practiced for many years.

The halo collided with the cursed hand, producing a sizzling corrosion sound, and the shield began to dim.

"This witchcraft formation is quite powerful; we absolutely cannot allow ourselves to be trapped!"

She stomped her right foot heavily on the ground.

"Wind Strike - Circular Cut!"

Centered on her, a ring of cyan wind blades suddenly erupted.

The wind blades spun and spread outwards, neatly cutting through the air wherever they passed.

The seven level-two wizards' expressions changed slightly, and they retreated simultaneously!

But the power of the fully elementalized magic far exceeded their expectations.

"Pfft... Pfft..."

The shields on the two men in black who were slower to dodge were sliced ​​open like paper, and their arms were slashed by the wind blades.

The sleeve was torn, and the arm was broken.

The two men groaned and staggered backward, pulling out healing potions from their pockets and gulping them down.

After treating their wounds, both of them looked visibly shaken.

Just that brief moment of space.

Delia's figure blurred, turning into a blue afterimage, and rushed straight towards the tall, thin man on the left.

Break through one point first!

The tall, thin man sneered, neither dodging nor avoiding the attack.

The Thunder Eagle on his shoulder suddenly spread its wings, its sharp beak opening wide.

"Thunderous Roar!"

A piercing shriek exploded, creating a tangible shockwave.

The air was compressed into visible ripples, and wherever the ripples passed, the bricks and stones on both sides of the wall crumbled away.

Delia's forward momentum suddenly stopped, as if she had crashed into an invisible wall.

My eardrums stung, my head was buzzing, and I even saw double for a brief moment.

The full-force attack from a late-stage level 2 magical beast far exceeded her expectations!

Just as Delia froze.

The effeminate man raised his right hand and lightly tapped his index finger in the air.

A dark purple halo appeared at the fingertips.

The halo spun and spread, instantly transforming into seven twisted chains of curse.

The chains shot out like living things, wrapping around Delia from seven different angles.

The chains shot out like living things, wrapping around Delia from seven different angles.

Extremely fast!

Delia's pupils contracted, and the short blade danced in front of her, creating a curtain of icy blue light.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

The chains clashed with the blades, producing a dense clang of metal against metal.

With each collision, a chilling, cursed energy spreads upwards along the blade.

Delia's hand holding the knife began to tremble, and the cursed energy began to erode the veins in her arm.

Dark purple lines appeared on the skin's surface, climbing upwards like venomous snakes.

"We can't...get entangled!"

She bit her tongue, and the sharp pain brought her back to consciousness for a moment.

His left hand formed a hand seal, and the magical power within his body surged wildly.

"Wings of the Wind!"

Behind him, two cyan wings of light suddenly unfolded.

With a wingspan of ten meters, every feather is composed of pure wind elements!

call……

With a flap of her wings, Delia soared into the sky!

Almost simultaneously, two terrifying spells flew rapidly towards the figures in mid-air.

On the rooftops on both sides of the alley, the spells that seven level-two wizards had been preparing for a long time were unleashed without hesitation towards Delia.

Lightning, Shadow Bolt, Fireball, Poison Mist...

Nine spells intertwined into a net, sealing off all escape routes in the sky.

Every spell is a full-force attack from a level two wizard!

Delia felt a chill run down her spine, and a resolute glint flashed in her eyes.

The wings of light suddenly closed, enveloping her entirely.

"boom!!!"

Nine spells struck simultaneously, the terrifying energy impact illuminating the night sky over half the city block.

The shockwave spread outwards, the walls on both sides collapsed with a roar, and debris rained down like rain!

Smoke and dust rose up, obscuring the entire alley.

The tall, thin man squinted, and the Thunder Eagle on his shoulder turned its head to examine him.

The effeminate man flicked his fingers, and a gentle breeze swept by, slowly dispersing the smoke and dust.

In the center of the ruins.

Delia knelt on one knee, her wings of light on her back shattered, turning into specks of blue light that drifted away.

Her dark gray cloak was mostly torn, revealing the leather armor underneath.

The leather armor was charred black, and the left shoulder area was even pierced through, revealing a bloody and mangled wound underneath.

Blood flowed down his arm, dripping onto the ground and spreading into dark red patterns.

She raised her head, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes... remained as cold as a knife.

"It's not over yet."

She spoke softly, her voice terribly hoarse.

He braced himself on the ground with his right hand and slowly stood up.

The movements were very slow, and with each movement, blood seeped from the wound.

But her back was ramrod straight, like a gun that would never bend.

A hint of surprise flashed in the tall, thin man's eyes, which then turned into an even stronger killing intent.

"Their strength is not bad."

He dared to directly withstand that attack just now.

He slowly raised his hand, and a ball of leaping lightning appeared in his palm.

Inside the lightning sphere, electric arcs surged wildly, emitting crackling sounds.

"Then... I'll send you on your way."

The lightning ball left her hand, transforming into a blinding bolt of lightning that shot straight at Delia.

The speed was so fast that it almost exceeded the limits of visual capture.

Delia's pupils dilated; she knew she couldn't escape.

Having just withstood nine spells, I've already depleted seventy percent of my magic power, and my injuries are so severe that even the slightest movement causes excruciating pain.

but……

A very faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her lips.

Every late-stage Crystallization Wizard has their own trump card.

Although most of them come at a great cost, they are extremely effective and are first-rate at saving lives.

Defeating opponents of the same level is easy, but killing them is almost impossible.

Just as she was about to activate her secret technique, her mind focused on it.

"Buzz..."

A deep rumble came from the end of the alley.

It wasn't a sound, but a resonance of some kind of...rules.

The air suddenly became heavy.

It was as if countless invisible mountains had descended from the sky and pressed down on everyone's shoulders!

The lightning released by the tall, thin man suddenly stopped ten meters away from Delia.

It wasn't blocked.

It was as if we were stuck in an invisible swamp, moving so slowly that we were almost at a standstill.

The wildly leaping arcs of electricity within the lightning bolt now resembled frozen ice flowers, solidified in mid-air.

"What?!"

The tall, thin man's expression changed drastically.

The effeminate man suddenly turned his head and looked towards the end of the alley.