Chapter 103: You Are Seeking Your Own Death
Originally, he thought that judging by the size of the sarcophagus, the lid should be quite heavy.
But the lid was lighter than expected.
As a result, it was sent flying with too much force.
It slammed into the wall with a loud bang, creating a crack before crashing to the ground.
Lynn didn't wonder about the material of the coffin that made it so light.
Because the gold coins, silver coins, and various gems and ornaments that filled the entire sarcophagus had already caught his eye.
"So much?"
But just as Lynn uttered his exclamation, a sudden change occurred.
The witcher medallion on his chest suddenly began to vibrate violently.
Lynn reacted quickly.
He kicked the sarcophagus with one foot, using the force to propel himself backward in a mid-air somersault.
And the gold and silver jewelry in the sarcophagus, like paper ignited by flames, quickly burned away, then turned into a mist-like white light that enveloped the entire tomb chamber.
It was a trap.
Lynn's expression was grave as he retreated to the entrance he had come through.
He looked at the entrance, which was also shrouded in white mist.
He used the counterweight ball at the end of his silver sword's hilt to strike it forcefully.
It clearly looked like mist, but the feedback he felt was as solid and hard as a city wall.
"Can't get out."
At this moment, the witcher medallion on his chest trembled even more violently.
It even flew up, trying to tighten around his neck.
So Lynn didn't hesitate and threw himself to the side.
Just as he dodged,
a boulder fell with terrifying force where he had just been standing.
A boulder... no, boulders couldn't talk.
Nor could they transform.
"You are seeking your own death, intruder."
The boulder stood up. It was much taller than Lynn, and also much taller than most humans.
It was bloated, excessively fat, with a green face, sharp fangs, and an ugly countenance.
On its back grew a pair of deformed wings.
"Alright, I knew it wouldn't be that simple."
Lynn sheathed his mastercrafted silver sword and took down the pickaxe from his back.
Having the experience of fighting a golem before, Lynn's use of the pickaxe was becoming more and more skilled.
Just one glance was enough to recognize the monster's identity.
Gargoyle.
Standard equipment for ruins and tomb chambers.
Its commonality was similar to Chinese stone lions or Japanese komainu.
Gargoyles were not monsters brought by the Conjunction of the Spheres.
This was another masterpiece of sorcerers.
It was a magical construct with granite or marble as its flesh, imbued with life.
The Axii Sign was completely ineffective against them.
The Igni Sign also couldn't effectively harm them.
But that didn't mean gargoyles were invincible.
Their weaknesses were similar to golems.
The Dimeritium Bomb, effective against sorcerers, would also show obvious effects when used on them.
In addition, gargoyles had a fatal weakness.
That was that they were too heavy and not agile enough...
Suddenly, its seemingly bloated body abruptly disappeared.
When the gargoyle reappeared, it was already in front of Lynn.
Its thick, even somewhat fat, ridiculous, and comical fingers grabbed fiercely towards the top of Lynn's head. These wide fingers were made of marble. If he was caught, his brains would probably be squeezed out.
The monster's speed far exceeded expectations.
But Lynn didn't panic.
Although he was still young, having experienced many great storms, he would no longer waste precious time being stunned in battle.
The gargoyle's speed was indeed surprisingly fast, even exceeding expectations.
But just as the monster appeared before him like a flash, his body also reacted instinctively.
His right foot stepped back, and his body followed the momentum, retreating backward.
The Superior Blizzard potion he had drunk before entering the ruins granted him a bullet-time-like ability.
This allowed his body's reactions to keep up with what his eyes saw.
The swift grab, carrying terrifying momentum, swept past Lynn's face.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lynn moved forward, closing the distance between himself and the gargoyle.
The purpose of retreating was not to escape but to attack.
Clang!
The swung pickaxe heavily struck the gargoyle's neck.
碎石飞溅,火花迸现 (Suìshí fēijiàn, huǒhuā bèngxàn -碎石: broken stones, 飞溅: splash, 火花: sparks, 迸现: burst forth) - Broken stones splashed, sparks burst forth.
The pickaxe cut in about two finger-widths deep before getting stuck.
Lynn's expression was grave.
This wasn't the ordinary gargoyle created by sorcerers.
Although Lynn hadn't had any actual combat experience with gargoyles before this,
based on his understanding and the knowledge of gargoyles he had learned from the books in Kaer Morhen after coming to this world:
—The gargoyles created by sorcerers as guardians should have high strength and low agility, high defense and thick blood, full strength but slow speed and extreme clumsiness.
But this gargoyle in the elven ruins had both strength and agility at A-level.
The gargoyle, having been struck in the neck, showed none of the reactions a living creature would have when injured.
It simply silently raised its fist.
But before its fist could land,
Lynn slapped the ground with his free hand.
A circle of purple light enveloped the gargoyle.
The gargoyle's speed suddenly decreased greatly.
Lynn naturally wouldn't miss this great opportunity and swung his pickaxe continuously at the gargoyle.
Dealing with gargoyles could only be done slowly.
Because gargoyles were entirely made of stone.
They had no obvious weaknesses.
Only the materials in the neck and joints were relatively weaker.
Therefore, to defeat a gargoyle, one could only slowly wear it down.
The gargoyle, affected by the Yrden trap, finally became more like the constructs of sorcerers.
Lynn kept scraping at the gargoyle, which roared repeatedly, but without speed, this massive monster couldn't pose any threat to Lynn.
After all, no matter how great the strength or how high the attack power, if every attack missed, it was useless.
Lynn was like an agile ice wolf, moving nimbly around the gargoyle.
He didn't fixate on the gargoyle's neck but instead focused his attacks on the weaker joint areas all over its body.
He wasn't greedy for more hits, moving his position after each attack, always ensuring he was located at the gargoyle's side-rear.
Due to its construction, the gargoyle had to turn around to attack this side-rear position.
As it turned, the witcher would turn with it.
Its own speed being slowed down by the Yrden Sign, it was completely helpless against the witcher.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but finally, the gargoyle, its health bar depleted, let out a cracking sound as if it couldn't bear the weight anymore.
Like building blocks pieced together, it turned into stones and shattered all over the ground.
The gargoyle's experience also turned into a burst of hot energy, surging into his body.
(End of this chapter)
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