2077: V really knows how awesome he is

V summoned a griffin outside the palace, and he and Xu Ling boarded it and flew away. Only then did the entire Redania Royal Palace relax and breathe a sigh of relief.

The griffin returned to the Night City camp. Upon hearing that their commander was injured, the soldiers were filled with righteous indignation and vowed to cut off Radovid V's head and use his skull as a bowl for Commander Xu. Xu Ling felt nauseous upon hearing this and thought that a plastic bowl was fine, and that Radovid V's head should be kept as a football.

Roche and Triss also came to offer their condolences.

The rebel leader regretted that he should have done everything in his power to stop V and Xu Ling from going to the Redanian palace for negotiations. Triss, on the other hand, was more concerned about Xu Ling's mental health. She thought that a young girl like her would be very scared in the face of assassination, so she kindly asked, "Would you like some juice? It's sweet and perfect for calming your mind."

Xu Ling didn't understand Triss's meaning, but rubbed her stomach and said, "I'll skip the drinks, but is there anything to eat? The fight started too fast, and I'm not full yet."

Triss was a little confused, but it was better to want to eat than not to eat, so she personally cooked some otherworldly specialties for Xu Ling. Out of politeness, she also made the same dishes for V and Roche.

Roche expressed his gratitude and praised Triss's cooking skills. Xu Ling also said that it was not much worse than the royal banquet of Radovid V, which made Triss very happy.

The three were eating, drinking, chatting and laughing when V, carrying the saddle of a griffin, passed by the commander-in-chief and battalion commander.

"President V, I've made some snacks, would you like to try some?" Triss extended an invitation.

"Well, you guys eat," V said as he saddled the griffin. "I'm going to take care of Radovide V."

Triss: ?

Roche: !

Xu Ling: ...

The three of them only came to their senses after watching V ride away on the griffin.

Triss asked, bewildered, "What did President V say she was going to do?"

Roche recalled for a moment, then said uncertainly, "It seems like they were going to kill Radovid V."

“Haha, how could that be?” Triss laughed. “President V must be saying that out of anger.”

"It seems that Radovid V has really angered President V this time. His days are numbered. Haha!" Roche laughed as well.

Xu Ling: ...

Twenty minutes later, V returned riding a griffin, carrying the head of Radovide V in his hand.

"Who was it that just said they wanted to make a bowl out of the skull?"

Triss & Roche: ? ? ?

Triss & Roche: !!!

Soon, news of King Radovid V of Redania being thrown from a tower in his heavily guarded palace spread throughout the Witcher world. Commoners and nobles alike, humans and non-humans alike, all remembered one name:

V！

The famous V!

Chapter 139 The Final Battle

In the land of the Witcher, the assassination of kings is not uncommon, but each one is accompanied by a huge conspiracy and a long-term plan.

Radovid V's death was far too casual. The assassin entered through the main gate openly, claiming to be there to kill the king, and actually did just that. It was a completely open and aboveboard killing of the ruler of a nation, and the whole process took less than two minutes.

Yes, it took 9 minutes to fly to Tritorg and 9 minutes to return. V took only 2 minutes to kill Radovid V, of which 1 minute and 22 seconds were spent drilling holes in the palace wall, and he even went the wrong way twice.

The truth is, V found Radovid V, activated Sianwistan, pulled him out from behind a pile of tin cans, and threw him out the window.

By the time the knights realized what was happening, their king had already transformed into an adorable little king.

And so, Radovid V died a death worse than a roadside beetle, plunging Redania into chaos. Nobles began attacking each other in their struggle for power, and the common people, who had been under the oppressive rule of the former king, rose up in rebellion one by one, turning the entire country into a complete mess.

The Redanian garrison stationed on Shanides Island also withdrew, and the faculty and staff of Aretusa Academy, finally free from their ordeal, welcomed the Dragon Army with bouquets of flowers and banners. Passionate sorceresses flirted with the young soldiers, trying to curry favor with this powerful figure. Although the soldiers blushed with embarrassment, discipline prevailed, and they resolutely refused the sorceresses' blatant invitations, much to the sorceresses' surprise, who assumed they were all upright gentlemen.

After learning about this situation, Xu Ling simply gave the soldiers a rotating leave. As the saying goes, it's better to guide than to block. The pressure of fighting on the front lines is great, and people can't always be on edge. Appropriate relaxation helps maintain morale.

The sorceresses were astonished to find that these gentlemen had turned into beasts. They had thought they could capture the warriors' hearts with their superior bedroom arts, but unfortunately, the warriors' hearts were as hard as steel, and their cannons were as hard as steel. Instead, the sorceresses were defeated one after another, their bodies and minds both surrendering, and they were completely convinced of their power.

The many kings of the Witcher world were equally convinced, and they all sent envoys with gifts to Thaned Island, hoping to improve relations with V.

The most grand visit was by Emperor Emhyr of Nilfgaard, who even came in person, adopting a very humble attitude.

A welcoming ceremony was held for him at the square outside the east gate of Aretusa College. Following this, the two leaders held formal talks in a cordial and friendly atmosphere. They exchanged in-depth views on bilateral relations, major international and regional issues, and reached broad and important consensus. The talks were fruitful, and both sides agreed to strengthen high-level strategic guidance, deepen pragmatic cooperation in various fields, and promote the sustained, healthy, and stable development of bilateral relations to better benefit the people of both countries. General Xu Ling attended the meeting.

Emhyr left satisfied.

Leaving aside the official pleasantries, his main purpose in coming this time was to confirm something with V.

"President V, I'm interested in acquiring Redania. What's your opinion?"

"What, you won't take it just because I told you not to?" V retorted.

Emhyr nodded very honestly: "Yes, if you don't want me to take it, then I won't take it."

V laughed. She had thought that these kings and emperors all had the same innate arrogance as Radovid V, but now it seemed that there were still normal people among them.

Enshir was a man of great talent and strategic vision, capable of both yielding and standing firm. He was the one who led the South and utterly defeated the North.

He was indeed cold-blooded, but just like Xu Ling, only a cold-blooded general would always prioritize victory, and only a cold-blooded emperor would put the national interest first. At least under Emhyr, the only way to rise in the ranks was through genuine ability. Trying to pull strings or use connections was impossible, not only for ordinary people, but even for his own daughter, Ciri.

V doesn't dislike Emhyr, but he doesn't like her either. But that's enough. Emhyr isn't a gold coin; she can't be loved by everyone.

“Night City is just passing through and has no intention of interfering in any of the world’s disputes,” V promised.

Emhyr didn't believe it at all. Just because he wasn't willing to get involved now didn't mean he wouldn't get involved in the future. And promises aren't irrevocable.

But that's enough. As long as V doesn't object to him taking over Redania, then the purpose of his trip will be achieved.

As for the future, we'll talk about that later.

Even if V demanded he spit out the Redania he had eaten, he wouldn't hesitate. Emhyr knew his own limitations; he wouldn't underestimate himself, nor would he be arrogant. He understood that many people in this world were stronger and more capable than him. When he had the advantage, he would press his advantage; when he was at a disadvantage, he would patiently wait for the right opportunity. In any case, Emhyr had already made up his mind that as long as V was alive, he would always be V's grandson.

After Emhyr left, he sent a lot of supplies, saying they were for Ciri, but the amount was probably more than Ciri could use before she died. This was undoubtedly a political donation to V.

V accepted the money and gave it all to Xu Ling, who then distributed it to the soldiers, greatly boosting morale.

How Emhyr conquered Redania was none of V's business, nor did V care about the turbulent political changes on the Witcher continent. Now that all obstacles had been cleared, all that remained was to march into the Alder world and kill Eredin.

At Triss's urging, Aretusa Academy chose to fully support Night City, confirming that the portal was functioning properly and could be activated at any time.

Meanwhile, in Night City, multi-functional infantry vehicles were transformed into large construction machines to begin building a second warp machine on Shand Island.

Just like the mass accelerator, the warp drive is modularly installed and very simple. V had the three little ones deliver another batch of C particles, and the warp drive was successfully activated, thus completely connecting the 2077 world and the Witcher world.

The next thing to do was to reinforce, reinforce, and reinforce again. Even a lion would fight a rabbit with all its might. The 2 soldiers originally intended to defend against the Wild Hunt invasion entered the Witcher world and became the vanguard of the counterattack. Various military vehicles and war machines completed their jumps one after another and appeared on Shaned Island. When the carrier battle group with Taihou as its core crossed space and time and appeared in the waters surrounding Shaned Island, towering waves rose on the sea and in people's hearts at the same time.

The spellcasters of Aretusa Academy had never seen such a large ship, nor had the spies from various countries.

The idea that steel can float on water is simply a fantasy!

Is Night City really just a city-state?

Kings and emperors from all countries raised questions, and then offered even more lavish gifts. If before they only wanted to coexist peacefully with V, now they were eager to cling to this powerful ally.

With that steel ship called an aircraft carrier, unifying the entire continent would be a piece of cake.

Emhyr thought the same thing, so he came again, hoping that V could lend him the Taiho for a few days.

V thought to himself, "Even if I lend it to you, you can't use it. Your people don't have neural interfaces, they can't even start the Taihou." So he refused, citing "Night City's non-interference in Witcher world disputes."

Emhyr was a little disappointed, but not too disappointed. He had actually come to see Roche, and borrowing the ships was a double-edged sword. If he succeeded, he would profit; if he failed, he wouldn't lose anything.

Roche then came to say goodbye to V, having fulfilled his promise and now returning to rebuild his homeland.

V has always respected patriots, and Roche is a man of great loyalty and righteousness. She promised that if there was anything she needed help with in the future, she could come to Senede Island to find General Xu Ling at any time.

Xu Ling: ? ? ?

Roche was extremely grateful. It was one thing before, but now President V's promise was worth more than a thousand pieces of gold. In any case, Emhyr was incredibly envious.

The reason these two got together is quite simple: they each got what they needed.

Roche needs Emhyr's support to rebuild domestic order, while Emhyr needs Roche's reputation and territory to use Temuria as a stepping stone to advance into Redania.

In short, Emhyr is willing to form a strategic alliance with New Temuria and invite Roche to join forces to divide up Redania's territory.

Although cooperating with the invaders was not a good look, Roche was a man who could endure humiliation.

Temeria was in ruins and its people were suffering. He believed that the most important thing now was not national or personal grievances, but ensuring the survival of the people. If the people were gone, even if Temeria were to be restored, it would only be an empty shell.

Therefore, Roche defied public opinion and chose to cooperate with Emhyr. With Temeria in chaos, he naturally wouldn't attack Redania again, but instead chose to grant passage to Nilfgaard in exchange for Nilfgaardian aid.

Doing this felt like betraying the North, but Roche was just a mortal with limited abilities. He couldn't think of a better way; he simply wanted to keep his fellow villagers alive.

Watching Roche's departing figure, V sighed, "Every family has its own troubles. I hope Roche's companions can understand him."

“Impossible.” Xu Ling said, chewing on a protein strip, “Peace is established by generals, but generals are not allowed to see peace. It was alright in the past, but now that the fruits of victory have appeared, the old guard of Temuria will definitely not let go of this opportunity to reap the rewards. Roche is a general, not a politician, and now with this stain on his record, it’s like handing a knife to the Temurian nobles. He’s doomed.”

V didn't doubt the possibility, thought about it for a moment, and his eyes lit up with blue light.

Xu Ling asked curiously, "Sister V, who are you contacting?"

“Nanobots, have them look after Roche,” V replied casually, then put the matter out of his mind. “Let’s go, this story is too long, it’s time to end it.”

Xu Ling smiled, snapped the protein bar in half with a crunch, and ordered across all channels: "All troops, prepare for leapfrog!"

The war in the Alder World was unstoppable. Even though the Elf Empire had many strange and wonderful magics, their proud defenses couldn't even last half an hour against steel and cannons.

Night City advanced steadily, first bombarding the city with missiles, then taking over with infantry, and marching methodically toward the capital of the Elven Empire.

Seeing that magic was no longer working, the Elf Empire hastily dispatched slave soldiers as cannon fodder.

Ion El has existed for tens of thousands of years. The Wild Hunt has captured countless slaves of all kinds. The elves spread the word about the brutality of Night City to the slaves, and out of fear, the slaves had no choice but to take up arms to protect their "good life".

But with Night City's latest victory, countless slaves were taken prisoner. Xu Ling was furious that they, as slaves, were fighting for their slave owners. In front of all the slaves, she viciously ordered: "A bunch of idiots deserve to be slaves. Don't we have a lot of infrastructure to build? Exploit them hard and make them work 12 hours a day!"

The slaves: "Huh?"

Xu Ling said smugly, "Now you know what fear is, right? Even a prosthetic body will overheat after 12 hours. Your fragile bodies definitely can't withstand such high-intensity operation, hahaha!"

Slaves: "Only 12 hours a day?"

"Dream on!" Xu Ling said angrily, "I'm going to use AI to monitor your work quality. There's absolutely no way you can slack off or cheat. Don't expect any confidantes or confidantes. The cold AI will strictly enforce all the rules and regulations. Anyone who doesn't work hard will be severely punished by having their meal allowance reduced from two meals a day to one!"

Slaves: "Is there a minimum of one meal a day? What do we eat?"

"Protein bars! The lowest grade of protein bars!" Xu Ling chuckled. "Although protein bars are rich in nutrients and various vitamins, they only ensure you won't starve. They taste as awful as clods of dirt soaked in urine. You definitely won't be able to stand them!"

The slaves were astonished: "They...they won't starve to death?"

"Don't think that's the end of it!" Xu Ling continued, "I will also destroy your culture. Your hierarchical system, slavery, and other seniority-based cultural habits will all be abolished by me. You will all have to start from the same starting line again. In this way, your civilization will exist in name only!"

The slaves cried out, "Mama!"

Xu Ling returned home crying that day, but from that day on, the slaves completely sided with Night City.

After learning about the slaves' previous lives, V was speechless. Compared to the elves, the capitalists of Night City seemed noble.

The subsequent war was a foregone conclusion. With the slaves turning against them, the Elven Empire suffered a crushing defeat. They had long lifespans but low fertility; if they couldn't have children themselves, they would ask slaves to. Now that the slaves were turning against them one after another, let alone an organized army, they were even struggling to eat, drink, and relieve themselves.

Only now did those high-ranking nobles realize that lowly slaves were actually so important.

But it was too late; the pointed ears...

With various military vehicles surrounding the elven capital, and drones and fighter jets constantly patrolling the skies, Eredin knew that his chances of survival were slim.

He rose from his throne and walked out, preparing to face his final fate, with Chief Mage Kalanhill and Chief Warrior Illeris following closely behind.

On an open field outside the city, Eredin, holding a longsword, pointed it at V and loudly challenged him: "Come on, the great Elf King will only die on the battlefield!"

V did not participate in the fight, partly because Eredin was not worthy, and partly because there was someone more suitable for the fight.

She turned to the side, revealing a tall figure behind her. Geralt, fully armed, walked out, followed by Yennefer and Ciri.

"King of the Wild Hunt, we still have a score to settle."

"Witcher, I will kill you again."

After exchanging harsh words, the two stepped forward at the same time, but V stopped Geralt and handed him a potion.

Geralt continued forward, and Ciri asked curiously, "What did you give him?"

“Night City’s potion, military-grade stimulant type VII.” V smiled: “It’s more powerful than thunder, brighter than a cat’s eye, but it’s a bit too strong.”

On the open ground, Eredin summoned a cold wind, and the surroundings were transformed into an icy hell under the frost magic. Geralt exhaled a breath of white air, used his thumb to flick off the cap of the potion, and drank the liquid inside in one gulp.

A surge of heat instantly rose from his lower abdomen and flowed throughout his body. The powerful force made Geralt grit his teeth, tilt his head back, and groan. When he looked down again, his cat-like eyes were already glowing.

With both sides ready, there was no need for further words. The Witcher's steel sword clashed fiercely with the Wild Hunt King's longsword. The Witcher remained unshaken, while the heavily armored Eredin was sent flying.

Geralt raised his hand and unleashed an Aard, but Eredin quickly rolled away to dodge, then raised his hand and delivered a sword wind slash.