Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

Chapter 570 Letting Go and Fighting One Last Time

The morning sunlight shone directly on Geralt's face through the window, and he opened his eyes on the bed in the cabin.

He lay on his back, staring at the roof beams above him. Occasionally, a few birds would call from outside the fjord, then it would fall silent again.

After a moment, she sat up, stretched her neck, stood up, put on her short vest and boots, gathered a handful of her long, silvery-white hair, and went out the door.

After fighting so many times, if I had to say what I gained besides the fusion of magic and will, it would be that I no longer need to go through the main gate to enter the giant camp.

The previous times, we entered through the main gate and walked along their valley passage into the training ground.

Although he had fought with Hilde three times and hadn't exchanged a single word with her, Geralt felt that since they were already so familiar with each other, it would be pretentious to go through the main entrance again.

Hilde was already standing in the center of the training field, a five-and-a-half-meter-tall fully armored giant with a battle axe on her back, her feet apart, her face completely covered by a visor, her icy gray eyes peering through the gaps in the visor towards the entrance of the passage, motionless.

The moment he landed, Geralt stretched out his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing outward. Dark purple light burst forth from between his fingers, condensing into a sword shape about a meter long in front of his palm.

The dark purple light on the blade was evenly diffused, and the magic overflowing from the edges rippled in the air.

Geralt, sword in hand, began to walk forward.

A hundred meters away, Hilde's icy gray eyes flickered behind her visor, her gaze falling on the sword in Geralt's hand.

A gray sea eagle cried out from above the cliff, its sharp voice echoing through the valley.

Hilde withdrew her gaze from the sword and focused it back on Geralt, who was closing the distance between them.

Geralt walked about thirty steps, then he started running.

The sword in his hand dragged at his side, its dark purple afterimage leaving a long trail in the air that took three or four seconds to dissipate, while his silver-white hair was pulled back by the wind generated by the acceleration.

Hilde reached behind her back, grasped the axe handle, and took the battle axe down, letting it hang naturally at her side.

Slightly lean back, shift your weight to your right foot, hold the axe handle slightly forward in your hand, and point the axe blade diagonally outward.

Geralt rushed within thirty meters, and Hilde took a sudden step forward, using her right shoulder to swing the axe handle directly from her previous open stance.

The axe blade drew a nearly horizontal arc from the side front, cutting towards Geralt's waist.

It was faster than ever before, and the air passing through the axe blade was compressed into a blurry ripple, accumulating a layer of whitish airflow at the edge of the blade.

Geralt's sword met the attack at the same instant, and the clash of sword and axe created a shockwave.

Hilde felt the axe handle vibrate back, and his forearm muscles tightened sharply to absorb the vibration.

The sword flipped from the angle of the parry, and the dark purple blade drew an arc in the air, heading straight for Hilde's breastplate.

Hilde blocked with the handle of her axe, the handle and the blade collided, and a burst of dark purple light exploded outward from the point of contact, with crimson and blue streaks flashing and disappearing in the dark purple light.

Hilde sheathed her axe and changed direction, pulling the blade back from where it had been blocked, grazing the side of the sword, attempting to bypass Geralt's defense.

Geralt's sword didn't adjust with his change of direction. The dark purple light spread out again, blocking the axe blade's path at an angle where it couldn't exert force. It burst out and pushed outwards at the same instant, and Hilde's forearm tightened again.

The second clash occurred in less than half a breath. The ground cracked outwards between the two men, sending dirt and rubble flying through the air, only to be propelled even further by the shockwaves of the next impact.

Geralt began to fight with abandon, attacking even more frequently than the third time, pushing his speed to the limit.

The sword's trajectory in the air was so dense that the afterimages overlapped and before they could dissipate, the next one covered them, and dark purple light wove a dense net between the two people.

He pressed forward, his sword slashing horizontally in front of him. Hilde blocked it with the handle of her axe, and a dark purple burst of energy exploded on the surface of the handle.

A shallow mark was left on the axe handle, neither penetrating nor disappearing. Hilde took a step back, her boot crushing two stones.

As the pace picks up, the impact of the giant's weight and speed combine, and the vibrations from each landing are transmitted through the ground to Geralt's feet.

With long strides and quick changes of direction, the angle of the shoulder armor was constantly adjusted, and the axe was so nimble in his hands that it was completely disproportionate to its size.

He swung his axe as he ran, the blade sweeping across from the side, the arc of which covered a ten-meter radius in front of him, the air making a dull tearing sound.

Geralt ducked under the curve, his dark purple sword slicing through from below the axe handle, the tip grazing Hilde's calf armor.

A shallow mark was scratched on the nail by a dark purple sharp edge, with the edge emitting a faint purple light.

Hilde didn't even look, and turned the axe around to chop down from above.

Geralt's sword met the attack head-on, the dark purple clashing with the iron gray, the shockwave from the collision sending dirt flying within several meters.

Hilde's axe blade began to strike at a sharper and steeper angle, leaving a shorter gap in the middle, and the power continued to increase.

The two created a new ruin in the center of the training field.

Geralt's attacks became faster and faster, dark purple afterimages hanging everywhere in the air, each carrying an aftershock of energy, carving new grooves on the shore and blasting new craters on the ground.

Hilde's movements became faster and faster, changing from a long run to high-speed dashes and sudden stops, with the armor emitting a sharp metallic squeaking sound at the moment of sudden stop.

The axe came down from all angles, slashing horizontally, vertically, diagonally, and upward, each strike carrying the full weight of a giant.

The sound of the axe blade cutting through the air grew fainter with each stroke, transforming from an initial chirping sound into a sharp whistling sound, the force so great that the gaps in the air torn open could not close in time.

The exchange between the two people intensified dramatically, and the sounds of their collisions changed from intermittent thuds to continuous, dense clanging, causing the ground to crack beneath their feet.

The dark purple sword light grew increasingly intense, and Hilde's armor began to bear indelible marks.

Geralt's attacks intensified, with each strike increasing in power, and the dark purple light emanating from the sword gradually expanding.

At a certain moment, Hilde's armor changed.

Without warning, in a lull between the fight, as the two stepped back half a step to prepare for the next round, Hilde's armor suddenly lit up.

From boots to helmet, all the armor plates burst forth with an earthy yellow light at the same instant, with the light first surging out from the joints and gaps between the plates, and then spreading across the entire surface.

After the light covered the entire armor, the dark purple scratches and residual energy were washed away in an instant.

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A golden light flashed in Geralt's amber vertical pupils.

Here it comes, something that has never appeared in the previous three encounters.

His mind reacted in a very short time, and his main consciousness sent the command to increase output to Zone 3. The allocation of Betelgeuse suddenly increased within milliseconds.

The sword light surged, and the dark purple light expanded outward from the blade from a few centimeters to more than ten centimeters. The outline of the sword was enveloped in a dark purple halo, and the afterimages left by each swing were longer, brighter, and longer lasting.

He charged forward, his sword striking Hilde's waist armor, the earthen-yellow light absorbing almost the entire impact.

There's just one feeling: the weight and thickness of the earth. The sensation of chopping it feels almost like chopping solid rock.

Geralt's lips twitched upwards, and he continued hacking.

Hilde's strength continued to increase, while the range of motion narrowed, with each exertion becoming heavier and more forceful than the last.

The trajectory of the battle axe began to carry a noticeable wind pressure, and the resistance of the air being pushed aside as the axe blade passed by could be felt even from a distance.

Geralt still had the leisure to think in his mind: the armor has changed, but what about the weapon?

Just as she finished thinking this, Hilde's axe also changed.

His right hand suddenly tightened, and the force in the entire transmission chain from his fingers to the axe handle and then to the axe blade surged, causing the axe blade to tremble.

The amplitude was large, and the frequency increased from low to high. In less than a breath, the visible shaking turned into a very high-speed tremor. The outline of the axe blade blurred, and the edge became a blur.

Then the temperature began to rise, and the color of the metal jumped from dark gray to dark red and then to orange-red. The color change was so fast that it was almost instantaneous.

The air twisted violently around the axe blade, and waves of heat surged from the axe, hitting Geralt's face and body.

The silver light of the Constant Iron Armor Spell flashed briefly across his body, blocking the heat wave, and he felt nothing on his skin.

Geralt's eyes narrowed slightly.

He's always the one who throws the heatwave at others, the Explosive Curse blasting right on their faces, and Betelgeuse burning people until they're smoking. This time, it's his turn to suffer.

It didn't hurt, I just experienced it.

The temperature of the axe blade continued to rise, from orange-red to bright red, and a continuous humming sound filled the air.

The power emanating from the rapid vibrations of the axe blade created visible ripples that spread outwards in concentric circles, causing the pebbles on the ground to pulsate rhythmically.

Geralt's District One is working at full capacity.

A signal that had never appeared in the previous three encounters erupted on a large scale within Hilde's body. The layer of magic power beneath her armor, which had never been mobilized before, was fully activated, and the magic power throughout her body changed from a state of dispersion and localized concentration to a state of coordinated output from the whole body.

The earthy yellow magic carried the texture of the earth. Geralt had already experienced the strength of that defense before. When he slashed at it with his dark purple magic, most of it was devoured.

It is not only defensive, but also has the functions of covering and flushing, and is thick and sturdy.

Weapons are simply forces that create extremely high-speed vibrations. These vibrations are converted into heat, and the heat and force combine to cause extreme destruction.

The heating of the axe blade is a byproduct of power; power is the core.

Two outputs, driven by one body simultaneously.

Geralt's eyes shone even brighter, and the dark purple light in his hand surged again, jumping from a few centimeters to twenty or thirty centimeters. The outline of the sword was almost completely enveloped by the dark purple light, and each swing left large patches of light and shadow in the air.

Hilde rushed toward him, the earthen-yellow light on her armor leaving afterimages as she moved. Her arms spun the axe handle, and the magic in her forearms simultaneously sent vibrations into the axe.

The axe blade, glowing red with intense heat and emitting a humming ripple of power, crashed down from above, tearing through the air with a sharp, explosive sound. Even before the axe blade landed, the ground was already shattered into fragments by the impact wave, which then disintegrated into powder.

Geralt raised his sword to meet the attack, dark purple clashing with bright red.

The impact of the collision was greater than any of their previous encounters, and the shockwave spread outwards from between the two men, enveloped in dark purple and bright red light.

Hilde's second axe followed, the same fluid motion, cleaving down from a high point, landing on the edge of the dark purple sword light.

The two collided again, and dark purple and earthy yellow light alternated on and off in the valley. New cracks in the ground connected with the old ones, expanding into longer fissures.

With her entire body working in unison, Hilde's frequency and power increased, and the impact of each strike multiplied.

It's no longer just about pure physical strength. The armor provides earth-level defense, the weapon provides extreme power output, heat, and vibration, and the magic power throughout the body drives these two systems to operate simultaneously.

With each step, the power beneath his feet exploded outwards; with each swing of the axe, the shrill whistling of the air being torn apart, the humming of the axe blade vibrating, and the ripples of power crashing into the roar of the environment—the three sounds overlapped and echoed repeatedly in the valley with a diameter of seven kilometers.

It was more ferocious than the previous three times combined.

Geralt's dark purple sword light continued to expand accordingly, transforming from a stable outline into a flowing shell of light, with the edges of the halo beginning to spread towards his arm.