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

As night deepened, the gates of the magic city slowly opened, and a cold wind carrying the stench of blood from the outer city rushed in.

Even the generals of Nilfgaard were immersed in the joy of the city's fall.

Only a few patrolling soldiers noticed the unusual opening of the city gate, but it was no use.

Calanther rode a snow-white warhorse, followed by a squad of elite knights.

The holy sword was drawn, pointing straight ahead.

"Rush!"

At Calanther's command, he spurred his horse and charged out of the city gate, brandishing his holy sword and cutting down the Nilfgaard sentries who blocked his way.

At the same time, she raised her hand and waved it open, revealing a bag at her waist. Golden coins rained down like a storm, clattering and jingling as they fell on both sides of the road. Under the firelight, the golden light was particularly dazzling.

"Gold coins! Gold coins!"

The Nilfgaard soldiers, who were indulging in debauchery and already looting, panicked when they saw the gold scattered all over the ground.

At first, officers reprimanded and ordered the soldiers to hold their positions.

"Don't pick it up! Don't pick it up!"

"Stop them!"

"Kalanser's head is worth five thousand crowns! A noble title! Land granted!"

But there are always greedy people. A Nilfgaard soldier secretly picked up a gold coin and examined it by the light of the fire.

The dazzling light of wealth instantly stung the eyes of the surrounding soldiers.

Soon, ten or a hundred people followed suit.

The densely packed black-clad soldiers lay prostrate on the ground, frantically grabbing gold coins. Their formation completely collapsed, and there was no trace of military discipline left.

Taking advantage of the enemy's confusion, Calanther led his cavalry in a fierce charge, tearing open a gap in the enemy lines. He roared, "My people, charge out!"

The civilians, dressed in simple armor, followed the cavalry and ran wildly toward the breach.

They knew very well that their only chance of survival was to die.

Those who have lost their country are worth less than roadside weeds; anyone can trample on them. Once captured by the Black-Clad Army, their lives are worse than death.

Li De rode on the coal ball, while Olivia, dressed in light soft armor, sat steadily behind him, one hand around his waist and the other holding the staff given to her by the druid.

Beside the Witcher, a squad of Sintra Knights followed closely, each warhorse carrying a small, cloaked figure.

One of them is Ciri, and the rest are maids of similar build, specially chosen to confuse the audience.

The group had only advanced a hundred meters when black-clad soldiers poured out from both sides of the street, about to block their path. Further away, others were carrying barricades, attempting to intercept them.

Li De's expression was indifferent as he raised both hands simultaneously, with blazing flames erupting from his palms.

Two raging walls of fire erupted from his palms, spreading horizontally for several meters wide, with flames surging and tongues of fire dancing wildly, like two fire dragons sweeping across the streets on both sides.

The Nilfgaard soldiers at the forefront were instantly engulfed in flames, their cries of agony rising and falling. The smell of burning flesh mixed with the stench of blood filled the air, and the enemy troops following behind were blocked by the flames, unable to advance or retreat.

It felt great to cast hand seals with both hands at the same time, but the price was that the two magical energy channels worked together, almost tearing his body apart.

Despite the excruciating pain, he gritted his teeth and increased his magical output.

He has always felt that he might be a potential hyperandrogen disorder patient. In his childhood in his previous life, his molars were decayed, and it would hurt when he clenched his teeth.

After the little Lao Tzu looked in the mirror and said a lot of nice things, the tooth decay not only didn't get better, but the pain became even more intense.

Normal children cry, fuss, and seek out their all-powerful parents. Li De is completely different: Gan Lin's mother! You're so ungrateful! You want my love? Then I'll bite you to death!

Then I just gritted my teeth and bit harder, even as it hurt more!

I didn't tell anyone during that time and stubbornly endured it until half of my face was swollen before my mother found out and I finally went to see a doctor.

Now, supermale syndrome is awakening again.

He refused to believe that a mere Dharma Seal could destroy a Dharma Source like himself, and stubbornly endured the excruciating pain of the magical conflict, increasing his firepower.

The raging fire dragon grew increasingly frenzied, seemingly trying to transfer its master's pain onto these enemies.

The coal ball beneath him seemed to understand his will; without the need for reins, its four hooves flew, galloping along the path carved by the firelight.

This intelligent warhorse was not afraid of the raging flames beside it. Instead, the fierce fighting and intense heat aroused its fighting spirit, and it excitedly raised its head and neighed, its pace becoming even more rapid.

Ahead, Calanther led his knights in a bloody battle, clearing away the enemy forces in their path and carving a bloody way out for the troops.

On both sides, Li De's Igni sign transformed into an indestructible wall of fire, firmly blocking the black-clad army that wanted to provide support.

Their offense and defense complemented each other perfectly.

After fighting their way through, the group finally made it to the outer city gate.

To facilitate the transport of siege equipment, the Nilfgaardians had already thoroughly cleaned the city gates.

At this moment, only a few heavy wooden barricades stood in the middle of the road, blocking the last way.

Li De lightly spurred his horse's belly, and Coal Ball understood immediately. The horse's mane stood on end, and its four hooves stomped the ground as it accelerated wildly, like a black lightning bolt, overtaking Caranse in the blink of an eye.

Before the warhorse could reach the barricade, Li De raised his hands again, and pale blue magical energy condensed in his palms.

Alder activated the full power of the sign, and two terrifying shockwaves combined, crashing down on the barricades with overwhelming force.

"boom!"

A deafening roar shook the night sky, and the heavy wooden barricades were instantly blown away by the shockwave, clearing the way forward completely.

Li De rode ahead, leading the knights carrying Ciri and her double, straight out of the city and into the wilderness shrouded in night.

However, the queen, who was following closely behind, pulled on the reins and slowly came to a stop. The knights sensed this and slowed down as well.

Kalanther stared at a cloaked figure, his eyes brimming with deep reluctance and tenderness.

The knights who accompanied Ciri were randomly assigned, but she recognized her granddaughter's back at a glance.

The small, thin figure sensed something and, despite the discomfort of the horse's jolting, turned back to look, only to see her grandmother smiling and waving goodbye.

Watching the figure she longed for disappear into the darkness, Calanther turned her horse around and resolutely charged towards the dark mass of enemy troops inside the city.

"kill!"

The elite knights behind them followed without hesitation.

"kill!"

The roar from beneath the full-face helmet, with its metallic tremor, was powerful and tragic, and followed closely behind as they charged into the encirclement once more.

Inside the city, the civilians who had not received any war training were unable to keep up with the pace of the breakout and were already surrounded by the returning Nilfgaardian army.

Armed with spears and steel swords, they fought and struggled in vain, but how could untrained civilians be a match for the well-trained Black Army? People kept falling.

As a strong young man at the forefront crashed to the ground, several gold coins rolled out of the shattered package, their golden light particularly dazzling amidst the blood-red light.

The already greedy black-clad soldiers stared at the civilians with bloodshot eyes, as if they were looking at a moving treasure trove.

Just as everyone closed their eyes and awaited their death, a sudden, uniform sound of horses' hooves rang out. The heavy hoofbeats pounded on the stone pavement, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The civilians, who had already given up hope, were stunned for a moment, then erupted in heart-wrenching cheers, tears mingling with blood as they cried out: "The Queen is back! The Queen is back!"

Dozens of imposing figures guarded the Queen's side, fulfilling the promises they made when they were knighted.

"Courage, compassion, honesty, justice, sacrifice, honor, humility, and faith."

"Faced with a powerful enemy, we will not fear or retreat; we will remain loyal and upright, unyielding even unto death, protecting the weak and never violating the principles of Heaven!"

"I, Cahill/Randolph/Barton/Cambert/Ryan/Baruch... hereby swear an oath of lifelong loyalty to Queen Calanther Fiona Renren!"

"Wherever the Queen's sword points, it is for us to fight to the death."

"The Queen's safety is at stake; we will protect her with our lives."

"This oath is solemn and clear, witnessed by heaven and earth; though I perish, my will endures, until death do us part!"