A fantastical journey across the heavens, beginning with the Witcher.

Thick, dark clouds hung over the city walls, seemingly within reach, as if even the celestial phenomena were affected by the tense situation.

In his previous life, Li De did not believe in the interaction between heaven and man. He thought that the weather would change in the face of a great disaster, and that such a statement was obviously false. But in this life, he believes in it.

Time travel and magic can both enter reality. Even if Doraemon were to open the Anywhere Door and walk up to him right now, saying, "Senior Brother, let's escort Master Bald Qiang to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures together with Lazy Sheep,"...

He didn't find it strange at all.

As flames engulfed the city walls, the final assault began.

The densely packed black-clad soldiers advanced steadily, unlike yesterday when they were disorganized. The front row of heavy shields overlapped, forming a moving iron wall, while the rear row of spears protruded from the round holes in their shields, pointing directly forward.

The sound of their orderly footsteps made the ground tremble slightly as the black-clad soldiers slowly advanced toward the city gate.

Li De stood in the center of the doorway, flanked by elite soldiers from Sintra on both sides.

The shield bearers and gunners held the breach firmly, forming the first line of defense, with reserves ready to take over at any time.

Everyone knew that they were the last line of defense for the outer city.

The distance between the two armies continued to close, ten steps, eight steps, five steps, until they could see the faces behind the enemy's shields and smell the blood and killing intent emanating from them.

Li De's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly raised his left hand, forming the Alder Seal hand gesture, intending to blast open the shield formation in one fell swoop and disrupt the enemy's offensive.

The Nilfgaard shieldbearer in the front row suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

Yesterday, he had witnessed the demon hunter's terrifying magic firsthand. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed raging flames, and countless of his comrades perished in the inferno, burned to a crisp. It was he who collected their bodies.

The metal armor was stuck to his flesh, and when he tore it off, large chunks of flesh came off with it. The horrific scene still haunts his mind.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

He desperately wanted to escape, but military orders were absolute. As a front-line shield bearer, he was surrounded by advancing comrades, leaving him nowhere to hide.

So even if you're trembling with fear, you can only grit your teeth and stand there, closing your eyes and waiting for the excruciating pain of being burned alive.

But one second, two seconds passed,

The expected burning sensation and shockwave did not occur; the air remained stuffy, and there was nothing unusual about my body.

The shield bearer stood frozen in place, slowly opening his eyes, his face full of astonishment. Just as his tense nerves were about to relax, he secretly rejoiced that he had escaped with his life.

But then he saw the Witcher shake his head and sigh, take out a round object, strike it with flint and light it, and throw it over.

And then that was it.

Last night, Li De didn't just look at the stars; he also used the materials in the royal warehouse to replenish his own inventory.

It's a pity that the stockpile of key magical materials is too small; otherwise, with a few bombs for each person, this siege battle could really put them on par with Nilfgaard.

A deafening roar shook the battlefield. The High Dancing Star exploded amidst the crowd. The Nilfgaard shieldbearer didn't even have time to scream before being engulfed by the explosion. Several enemy soldiers nearby were also blown away by the aftershocks, either dead or maimed.

Before the smoke from the explosion had even cleared, the black-clad soldiers, stepping over the corpses of their comrades, charged forward, roaring as they went.

Taking advantage of the break, Li De rapidly changed his fingertips, trying out Igni, Quen, Yaxi... He tried each sign in turn, and the magic power in his body was still surging and active, but it would go out every time he reached the step of surging magic power.

His heart sank, but then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the runestones on the steel sword still shone brightly, ensuring its physical lethality.

The narrow city gate instantly turned into a bloody meat grinder, with soldiers from both sides falling in waves, only to be replaced by wave after wave of new recruits.

Li De, wielding a steel sword, charged through the crowd, displaying his exquisite and ruthless swordsmanship to the fullest extent. He cleaved, slashed, thrust, and parried, each strike aimed straight for vital points.

Under the heavy blow, all beings are equal; shields shatter, armor breaks, and they are split in two.

The enemy's corpses piled up at their feet, growing higher and higher.

However, in the midst of a chaotic battle, without the powerful support of the magic seals to control the battlefield, individual strength is ultimately limited.

Li De was also made of flesh and blood. Under the continuous high-intensity fighting, his physical strength was rapidly depleting. His arms gradually became sore and numb, and his breathing became heavy.

If it weren't for the extraordinary material of this steel sword, which remained intact after countless slashes and impacts, an ordinary weapon would have been chipped, dulled, and completely ruined by now.

Nilfgaard's numerical superiority was evident. The Black Army disregarded casualties; as soon as one wave fell, two or three more waves would immediately fill the gap. Dense swarms of spears and machetes attacked from all directions, repeatedly washing over Sintra's defenses like a tidal wave.

Sintra was already short of troops, and had previously barely held on thanks to the intimidation of the Witchers. Now that the Signs of Sorcerer's Reign were gone, the casualties among the soldiers were becoming increasingly severe, the number of surviving soldiers was dwindling, and the gap was widening.

Before long, the fragile defenses collapsed, and the gate was completely lost.

The Nilfgaardian soldiers, like hungry wolves, poured into the outer city. The Sintra defenders were instantly divided and surrounded, cut off from each other, and forced to fight on their own, suffering defeat after defeat.

Screams and the clang of metal echoed through the streets and alleys. The once orderly formation completely collapsed. The surviving soldiers either fought desperately to break through the encirclement or fell under the enemy's swords. The once orderly outer city was transformed into a living hell in the blink of an eye.

Caranther gripped the sword inherited from his ancestors, personally charging through the routed army. The gilded patterns on his armor were already covered in blood, hot blood smeared his cheeks and dripping down his chin.

Several knights guarded her with their lives, cutting down wave after wave of enemy soldiers.

In the end, they could only protect the wounded queen and fight their way back, fleeing towards the inner city.

The black-clad soldiers who stormed into the outer city had long since abandoned their military discipline. They no longer focused on hunting down the remaining defenders, but instead scattered like bandits, kicking open the doors of civilian houses and looting their wealth.

If it weren't for the druids' suggestion to move everyone to the inner city, this place would have long since become a second deserted village.

Li De's eyes were bloodshot from the fighting, and he had several more wounds of varying depths on his body.

Ultimately, relying on the Witcher's superb physical abilities and reflexes, they managed to carve a bloody path through the enemy's encirclement and retreat back to the inner city amidst the chaos.

The massive, heavy magical city gate was already in place. As soon as he withdrew, the soldiers guarding the city immediately turned the winch, and the city gate, glowing with a pale blue light, crashed down, temporarily blocking the surging enemy troops outside.

Li De leaned against the cold stone wall, panting heavily. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers at the extinguished torch beside him. The orange-red flames instantly rose up, and with another snap, the flames went out abruptly.

The magic seal was restored, and the effect of the anti-magic array only covered the outer city battlefield, without affecting the inner city.

But there's nothing to be happy about...

The inner city was deathly silent. Wounded soldiers, fleeing civilians, and defeated troops huddled together, all with pale faces, empty eyes, and expressions of despair.

Supported by his guards, Kalanzer slowly leaned against the stone wall, staring blankly at the ground, remaining motionless for a long time.

The kingdom she had guarded her whole life was ultimately destroyed in her hands; the helplessness and pain almost broke her.

After an unknown amount of time, Calanther slowly raised his head. His empty eyes regained their sharpness, the vulnerability gone, replaced by a resolute determination to burn his bridges.

She pushed aside the guards beside her, dragged her blood-stained armor, and walked step by step to Li De. In a calm tone, she said, word by word, "Get ready. Tonight, we'll fight our way out."

She had given up on the idea of ​​defending the inner city to the death. Reinforcements had not arrived for a long time, so what difference would it make if she held out for a long time?

It's better to take the initiative than to die a slow death.