Among all monsters, if Guilliman had to pick one he was most confident in dealing with, it would undoubtedly be ghost-type monsters.
The Soul Absorption Sign, as one of his Golden Fingers, was practically the bane of ghost-type monsters.
And his soul was far more resilient than imagined, unlike that of an ordinary human.
Just two days ago, he had absorbed the evil god's soul attached to the human-faced spider statue. If he could handle an evil god, a mere demon spirit (yaoling - spiritual entity) was nothing.
Hearing Keira's question, Guilliman said with considerable confidence:
"I'm just worried I'll be too heavy-handed and accidentally kill this Plague Yaoling."
"Gatan, you don't need to attack the Yaoling. Stay with Keira and help her drive away those rats."
"I'll go up and entangle with this Yaoling, buying time for Keira to prepare her spells."
"As for Keira, think carefully about how to capture this Yaoling alive."
The three had a brief discussion, though there wasn't much to discuss; it was simply a head-on confrontation.
Two witchers paired with a talented sorceress was already a formidable setup.
It's worth noting that the famous great nations of the North usually only had two to three royal advisors.
And smaller duchies or kingdoms couldn't even field a single formal sorcerer. They had almost no resistance against supernatural events.
Every sorcerer of royal advisor caliber was a true powerhouse, an elite among sorcerers, possessing practical combat abilities.
Once they unleashed their full potential and used their Good at (shàncháng -Good at) spells, they could even change the tide of a war.
Although Keira was a bit skeptical of Guilliman's confident demeanor, his title of Godslayer still gave her some confidence.
To show off in front of his younger brother Gatan, Guilliman chugged five Witcher potions, bringing himself to peak condition.
Three potions enhanced Sign power, one boosted reaction speed, and one increased strength and agility, with a total cost of about one hundred Orens.
This was merely the limit of his body, not his wallet.
Once he felt the effects, Guilliman let out a burp, drew his massive Sword of Brilliance, then cast a Quen shield on himself and charged towards the Plague Yaoling.
He was incredibly fast; in a charge, he could cover a hundred meters in just two or three seconds.
By the time the Plague Banshee and the rat swarm noticed him, the distance between them was already less than fifty meters.
Guilliman held the divine sword in his right hand, continuously gathering magic in his left. When he felt his left hand subtly heating up, he suddenly thrust his palm forward, unleashing the strongest Igni Sign he could at this stage.
Surging flames erupted from his palm, directly covering an area of nearly twenty meters ahead. The orange-yellow flames, reaching temperatures over a thousand degrees, instantly ignited hundreds of mutated rats surrounding the Plague Banshee.
These rats were not only tough-skinned but also had remarkably thick fur. The principle of 'more fur, weaker to fire' was demonstrated vividly on them.
After the Igni flames dissipated, the panicked rats scurried everywhere, turning into a large burning carpet in the ruins. Their incessant squealing merged into a single sound, accompanied by the smell of burnt flesh, making one feel nauseous.
However, the Plague Banshee was still quite powerful. Although the Igni flames had startled her a bit, born from the grievances of plague victims, she utterly detested living beings.
She let out a roar that sounded like it crawled out of hell, and a large cloud of black-green toxic gas erupted from around her, enveloping the Witcher.
Unfortunately, Guilliman did not engage her head-on. Instead, he quickly moved to another direction, unleashing Igni flames again, always maintaining a distance of several tens of meters from her.
At this moment, the Witcher's internal magic was extremely active. With a magical capacity no less than that of a formal sorcerer, his focus was more on the rat swarm in front of him.
After all, once this Plague Banshee was defeated or subdued,
these plague-carrying rats would likely scatter, and the plague would surely spread even more severely.
Whether to gather soul power or to control the plague, eliminating the rat swarm first was the best option.
Thus, Guilliman adopted a delaying tactic, unleashing over a dozen Igni Signs and burning thousands of plump mutated rats.
Meanwhile, Keira used this time to continuously gather magic and chant spells, seemingly preparing a third-level spell specifically for ghost-type monsters, quickly getting ready.
As for Gatan of the Cat School, the younger brother was also working very hard.
His movements were as swift as lightning. Although his strength wasn't immense, not a single stray rat could safely pass him. Almost all were killed in one blow, their heads pierced, unable to affect the sorceress Keira behind him.
The speed, precision, and ruthlessness of Cat School swordsmanship were fully displayed on him.
The trio's cooperation lasted for about fifteen minutes, until the mutated rat swarm was completely incinerated by Guilliman, and Keira had also prepared her third-level spell.
Only then did Guilliman activate his remaining magical power, aiming the Soul Absorption Sign at the Plague Banshee.
With a sound like a hum.
The Plague Banshee, who had been baring her fangs and claws, constantly shifting her form and attacking the Witcher from all directions, suddenly became stiff under the influence of the Soul Absorption Sign.
As if struck by a time spell, a look of fear appeared on her decaying, hideous face.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
This terrifying ghostly monster desperately tried to retreat, resisting the pull of the Soul Absorption Sign.
However, her movements only grew stiffer, her body becoming like a marionette, barely able to maintain a balance with the Soul Absorption Sign's pull.
But at this moment, under Keira's howling magical storm, three illusory pillars engraved with various runes suddenly rose around the Plague Banshee's body.
Countless tiny lightning bolts weaved back and forth between the three pillars, striking the Plague Banshee in the center, causing her to shriek continuously. The black and green mist around her rapidly diminished, and her power quickly weakened.
This was a soul-locking spell specifically designed for ghost-type monsters. Besides its long preparation time, its attack range was a bit small, requiring someone to constantly restrain the ghost for the spell to succeed.
Keira, having completed the spell, looked excited, with a hint of sweat and a smile on her face. She quickly walked up to Guilliman and said:
"Thanks to you, Guilliman."
"As expected of Guilliman, the Godslayer. That last Sign you cast was very powerful. It seems to be extremely effective against ghost-type monsters. I've never heard of it before."
"Is it a unique secret technique of your school?"
Guilliman wiped the sweat from his forehead. The continuous high-intensity combat for over ten minutes had severely depleted his stamina.
He nodded to Gatan, who had followed, then, without changing his expression, said to Keira:
"This is also a spell granted to me by the Lady of the Lake, which only I can use."
By now, he could lie without batting an eye. After all, for questions that were difficult to explain, attributing them to a deity made everything seem reasonable.
As for the Lady of the Lake, who was taking the blame, surely that benevolent and Holiness (shèngjié - holy) lady wouldn't mind.
Keira didn't ask further but turned her gaze to the Plague Banshee imprisoned within the soul-locking array.
At this point, after continuous weakening, the Plague Banshee's grievances, toxic gas, and various dark powers had largely dissipated.
After waiting a bit longer, the sorceress Keira would be able to use special magical tools to capture this Plague Banshee alive.
The Catriona Plague had ravaged the North for many years, causing hundreds of thousands of casualties. If Keira could find a cure for this plague through the Plague Banshee,
then she could become the hero she envisioned, respected by the Northern Kingdoms and the entire world, gaining immense honor and prestige.
This was what Keira valued most, besides a luxurious life.
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