The ambush battle against the Wild Hunt Legion began suddenly and ended just as quickly.
Including over a dozen Witchers, and several Sorceresses, all unleashed their strongest firepower at their fastest speed.
The Wild Hunt Legion, comprised of over a hundred elite heavy cavalry, barely lasted three minutes before almost all were dead.
Even Guilliman's ultimate trump card, the Queen of the Night, didn't need to make a move; the battle was already over.
After beheading and capturing the soul of the navigator Caranthir with a single sword stroke, the sorceresses no longer held back.
They all switched to their mage mode, unleashing their most powerful spells one after another.
Almost literally carpet-bombing the area with magic, they obliterated the remaining Wild Hunt Legion soldiers, along with the hundreds of wraith-like monsters and Wild Hunt Hounds following them, turning all enemies into dust.
Damn it, one mage is already strong enough; now he has a group of mages helping him farm monsters. How could he not be thrilled?
Guilliman unceremoniously collected all the souls of these monsters and Wild Hunt soldiers.
He estimated that after this battle, his Igni skill should be able to reach the Transcendent rank… A week passed quickly.
As expected, without Caranthir as their navigator, the Wild Hunt Legion would not be able to traverse worlds easily for a while.
However, it was foreseeable that the next time the Wild Hunt Legion could return to the Witcher world, Guilliman, the instigator of this ambush, and other participants, would likely face retaliation from the Aen Elle.
It would be almost impossible to deal with the Wild Hunt Legion as easily as they did this time.
Of course, as a transmigrator and the owner of a cheat, Lord Guilliman would not be afraid of a mere Wild Hunt.
During this time, he assimilated all the spoils of the previous ambush battle, gaining approximately two thousand Soul Power, bringing his total Soul Power to over ten thousand five hundred points, which was enough to upgrade one Transcendent-rank skill.
In his soul space, only the soul of the navigator Caranthir remained, uncrushed and unabsorbed.
The reason he hadn't crushed him was because Caranthir, as a seasoned navigator of the Wild Hunt and a student of the sage Avallac'h, not only mastered numerous methods for using the Elder Blood's abilities but also possessed the spatial coordinates, or rather, the planar coordinates, of the countless worlds the Wild Hunt Legion had traversed over thousands of years.
These memories or abilities might be useless to others, but for Guilliman, who also possessed the Elder Blood, once he had the memories of using the Elder Blood and the spatial coordinates of those various worlds, it meant that an infinite number of worlds were open to him, and his future held countless possibilities.
Unfortunately, as a disciple of the sage Avallac'h, a mage with a lifespan of several millennia, and the chief battle mage of the Wild Hunt Legion, Caranthir's own strength, although not reaching the level of a high-ranking sorcerer, was far superior to that of an ordinary formal sorcerer.
If there had to be a reference point, he was probably on par with the sorceress Ciri.
Among the current Lodge of Sorceresses, he was only weaker than Francesca and Ida Emean, and perhaps could even contend with Margarita.
The main reason he failed so easily this time, falling to Guilliman's sword, was that he was in a soul form and had not manifested physically.
Under such circumstances, with a planned attack against an unsuspecting target, even a super expert with a mortal body could easily be defeated.
However, Guilliman now faced a dilemma.
At his current soul stage, he was likely still no match for Caranthir.
To obtain his memories and skills, he would have to devour his soul.
But doing so would likely cause him to be overwhelmed by the elf's thousands of years of memories, or he might go mad or become schizophrenic due to interference from the soul or emotions.
This was not an exaggeration; even devouring Kael'thas's remnant soul had left him in a trance for a long time.
And that was just the soul of a Witcher, with less than twenty years of memories.
Now, asking him to devour a spellcaster who had lived for thousands of years and whose strength was almost at the level of a high-ranking sorcerer was indeed too dangerous.
However, as a transmigrator who liked to think and had many ideas, Guilliman, after much deliberation, suddenly thought of the simplest and most straightforward method.
Since he could devour Kael'thas's remnant soul and use that method to reduce the negative effects of soul absorption, why couldn't he first turn Caranthir's soul into remnant souls and then absorb them one by one, distributing the negative effects of soul absorption?
He decided to act immediately, and this task didn't require anyone else's help.
Guilliman spent a few days in his soul space, unmoved by Caranthir's pleas, and used the special ability of the Soul Storm to directly cut his soul into ten pieces.
However, after thinking about it, he felt it wasn't safe enough, so he cut these souls again, dividing them into a total of twenty remnant souls.
He figured that with his soul strength already at the Transcendent rank, devouring one-twentieth at a time shouldn't cause him to suddenly die.
But to be safe, he secretly arranged for Margarita to provide him with insurance.
Finally, at the Black Gull Island camp, Guilliman gritted his teeth and swallowed one portion of Caranthir's remnant soul.
Headache, a heartbreaking, numbing headache.
It felt like someone was poking a red-hot iron directly into his brain tissue.
Guilliman felt his brain was about to explode, as countless memories and messages were forcibly crammed into his mind like a tide.
Caranthir had lived for thousands of years; even one-twentieth of his life contained hundreds of years of memories.
Compared to his own life of only thirty years across two lifetimes, this memory was truly too heavy.
Fortunately, he had been cautious enough to divide the elf's soul into twenty parts, and his own soul had also reached the Transcendent rank.
Although the pain was excruciating, it wasn't enough to make him insane or even lose his mind.
Fortunately, Guilliman's endurance was quite good; although the pain was like torture, making him almost pee himself, he gritted his teeth and ultimately persevered.
When he awoke from his mental trance, drenched in sweat and almost collapsing from exhaustion, Guilliman turned his head to see Margarita, also with sweat on her face, continuously using healing spells to regulate his body.
It had to be said that although the headmistress was sometimes a bit unrestrained and an excellent driver, her character was indeed very good.
Especially in such a critical moment, entrusting his life safety to her was very reassuring.
Because he had expended a lot of mental energy and his soul was in a very poor state, Guilliman wiped the sweat from his forehead, then lunged at Margarita, tearing off her clothes, and shouted:
"Quick, Margarita!"
"No time, let's do it quickly."
"My soul needs healing."
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