Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

All the lightning pythons in the sky came out of their nests and rushed to the ground.

From the high sky, it looked like an extremely thick beam of light fell from the sky and drowned the thousands of soldiers and horses on the ground in an instant.

Crackle, crackle — Boom! A huge roar resounded in the sky.

The world also shook at this moment.

Duke Dylan, who had spoken arrogantly, was taken care of by Heath. A bolt of lightning struck down, directly blowing people and horses into ashes.

Then there were the guards around Duke Dylan. They were also swept by the lightning and turned into charred corpses in an instant.

Then there were the Knights, soldiers, and even the slave traders and refugees who were waiting to take advantage of the situation.

In front of the power of Wizards, the cold weapons of humans seemed childish and laughable. The battle formations that ruled the world collapsed at a touch. Even Knights could not withstand a single blow from this power.

Everything could only be destroyed under this terrifying lightning.

This terrifying lightning destroyed everything and cleansed the world.

Soon, the magic passed.

At this moment, there were already shocking changes in the scene.

On the ground, there were large patches of scorched earth and large pits that had been hacked out. The awe-inspiring and arrogant army formation had disappeared without a trace. Broken charred corpses were scattered all over the place. The soldiers who had luckily escaped the disaster were lying on the ground in a mess.

Screams, cries, and all kinds of cries echoed in this messy place, as if the end of the world had come.

The people gathered around were stunned.

Everyone raised their heads to look at Heath in the sky. The greed, suspicion, and curiosity in their eyes had all disappeared, leaving only one emotion —

Reverence!

At the same time, Heath in the sky raised his right hand and flipped it over and over in front of his eyes.

‘This is… my doing?’

He looked down at the ruins that looked like the end of the world and was a little startled. The power of this power had completely exceeded his expectations.

Knowing how powerful a Wizard was and experiencing it firsthand were two completely different things.

As the magic power faded, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed.

At this moment, the sun rose from the other side of the mountain. A beam of light from dawn pierced through the dark clouds and shone on Heath’s body.

It illuminated his robe that danced with the wind and his eye-catching black hair.

At this moment, bathed in this light, he really looked like a god.

“He… He is…”

A refugee looked at Heath in the sky and suddenly thought of something.

He trembled as he knelt on the ground and shouted, “Black-haired, black-haired Wizard, it’s the God of Light! It’s the God of Light from Reiden!”

A stone stirred up thousands of waves and the refugees were shocked awake.

“The… God of Light! It’s really the God of Light!”

“The God of Light has appeared!”

“Lord God of Light, save us, save your pitiful people!”

The people on the ground suddenly knelt down in droves. They worshipped Heath and prostrated themselves on the ground, shouting ‘black-haired Wizard’ and ‘God of Light’ and other titles.

This could not help but make Heath, who was flying in the air, stunned.

“God of Light?”

What was all this nonsense?

…

A few hours later, in the manor.

This war ended with Duke Dylan and his army completely wiped out. The other slave traders who attacked the manor, the refugees who were scavenging, and many other types of people died.

After the war ended, a portion of the survivors left, but most of them stayed behind.

They surrounded the manor like a pilgrimage, crawling, and performing all kinds of strange rituals.

In the manor, in the study.

Heath stood in front of the desk with an oil painting on it. Tiffany stood respectfully in front of him.

Heath looked at the oil painting on the desk with a surprised expression.

The oil painting had been brought to Heath by someone from outside the city after the war to answer the question that Heath had asked: what is the God of Light?

The name of the oil painting was called Light.

The painting was in a magnificent hall where a banquet was being held.

The well-dressed aristocrats, the delicious food, the colorful lights, everything looked noble and elegant.

However, in the middle of the painting lay a woman in ragged clothes with pus all over her body. Beside the woman was a boy who was also full of poverty. It looked very out of place in the picture.

In front of the two, there was a young man. He had black hair, a compassionate face, and a hand holding the light.

The light covered the woman on the ground. Under the light, the woman’s injuries were getting better.

Heath asked, “You mean, this is me?”

Tiffany was obviously very excited. Now she finally understood why this man would refuse the invitation of any noble. Even his follower, Lord Gallio, was secretive about him.

It turned out that his identity was so amazing. He was the God of Light that people praised.

She said excitedly, “Yes… Yes, my Lord. The story of you saving the mother and daughter in Reiden City has been spread all over the streets.”

Heath’s mouth twitched.

Only now did he know that his stories had been fabricated by people into various stories and spread all over the world.

In the story, he was completely depicted as a noble god. In order to save people’s suffering and punish evil, he descended into this world and traveled around the world as a Wizard, spreading the light and spreading the gospel.

People called him the God of Light, the supreme god of the world!

Well, ignorant mortals…

Heath really didn’t know what to say.

But thinking about how the Lake Banshee could be goddesses to fulfill the wishes of the people, it didn’t seem strange for a real Wizard like him to be called the God of Light.

Putting down the oil painting, Heath left his chair and stood up.

He came to the cross-shaped window and looked at the large crowd outside the manor through the cross-shaped window.

At this moment, there were more people gathered here. In addition to the original ones, many citizens who had received the news also rushed over.

Bringing fruits, precious food, gold, silver, jewelry, and so on, they knelt in front of the manor and worshipped him.

Heath looked at these ignorant mortals with a thoughtful expression.

“This is good news…”

The appearance of these mortals reminded him that becoming a Wizard was something he would have to think about sooner or later.

It was something every Wizard had to do. It was closely related to the path of Wizards, and even now, the Wizards of the Underdark Treesea were busy…

He turned his head and said to the girl at the table, “Tiffany.”

“I need you to do something for me…”