Chapter 71: Damn It, Let's Blow It Up
Although the opponent had suddenly changed from a lesser earth elemental or some kind of evil spirit to a golem, something completely unrelated,
this was still within the realm of a witcher's daily life.
However, although the target had changed, the work that needed to be done still had to be done.
Lynn first left the cave.
He returned about two hours later.
He carried a double-handed pickaxe on his back and held a bag in his hand.
This bag contained the potions, sword oils, and alchemical bombs he would need next.
He didn't have any storage space or a dimensional bag, so many things were placed in the saddlebags carried by his horse.
This was also the practice of most witchers.
In fact, in the original novels, witchers even kept their silver swords on their horses, only carrying a steel sword themselves when traveling.
Lynn took out the potions from the bag, placed them in front of him, and arranged them one by one, but he wasn't in a hurry to drink them.
The magical cage could last for a few more hours, and it wouldn't be too late to replenish his buffs then.
Then there were the dimeritium bombs.
As mentioned earlier, dimeritium bombs had a miraculous effect on golems.
He had purchased a batch of materials for making dimeritium bombs before leaving Tretogor.
The main production area of dimeritium on the Continent was Kovir. The Tretogor principality bordered Kovir, so the saying "first come, first served near the water tower" applied. Tretogor's dimeritium reserves were not only large, but the price was also relatively cheaper than in other cities due to its proximity to the source.
But dimeritium was, after all, an ultra-rare metal, and no matter how relatively cheap it was, the price was still there.
To be honest, under normal circumstances, Lynn would have been reluctant to use it.
But to complete the contract, he couldn't care about those things at the moment.
Money was gone, but it could be earned back.
If his life was gone, then it would be a case of dying halfway through a great undertaking.
Lynn placed some of the dimeritium bombs around the magical barrier.
Ensuring that they would explode as soon as the fuse was pulled and that there were no blind spots.
The rest were hung on his belt for easy access.
Finally, there was the sword oil.
This sword oil was called Elementa Oil. It was strange because no matter how you looked at it, a golem shouldn't be defined as an elemental creature, but the ancestors of the Wolf School clearly marked in the monster bestiary that Elementa Oil was effective against constructs like golems.
Well...
Anyway, it was free, so trying it wouldn't hurt.
However, he wouldn't rush to apply the sword oil either, waiting until the magical cage was about to collapse.
Finally...
Lynn took the pickaxe off his back, swung it a few times, and it whistled through the air.
This pickaxe wasn't something he had prepared in advance. It was only after realizing that the contract was against a golem that he ran to the commercial district to buy it.
Fortunately, this was Novigrad, the pearl of the North. As long as you had money, you could buy most things.
Golems weren't monsters that came with the Conjunction of the Spheres, so there was no need to use a silver sword.
Although his Gwyhyr sword was made of orichalcum, which was harder than ordinary iron, using a sword to chop stone...
He didn't want to do that kind of thing.
Although a pickaxe wasn't a sword, after reaching the master level in the Wolf School's sword techniques, it actually included the use of other weapons, although not as proficiently as with a sword.
However, against a clumsy and slow golem, he could still fight it.
Lynn spent nearly an hour recalling the use of the pickaxe in the master-level Wolf School sword techniques and trying to familiarize himself with the weight of the weapon.
Then, he sat down at the entrance of the cave and entered a state of meditation.
Adjusting his body and spirit to their optimal state.
During this time, the golem was very angry.
It kept hitting the magical cage.
The light of the magical cage also became weaker and weaker under the golem's impact.
Several hours later.
Lynn suddenly opened his eyes.
The light of the magical cage in front of him had almost faded to the point of being invisible.
In about half an hour at most, the magical cage would be broken.
It was time.
Lynn drank all the potions he had taken out earlier, one after another.
An itching sensation filled the area around his eyes.
At the same time, a faint tearing sensation came from within his body.
This was a warning that the toxins of the potions were about to reach the limit his body could withstand.
Next, he applied the Elementa Oil to the pickaxe and once again adjusted to the weight of the pickaxe.
Finally, with a sound like shattering glass, the magical cage's light completely dimmed and disappeared.
The golem took a heavy step forward, and the ground shook.
Now there was no longer any obstruction between it and the tiny intruder.
Golems were not intelligent creatures and didn't have much IQ.
But the command implanted in the golem when it was created was to attack any intruders within its field of vision.
Just as the golem took this step, Lynn suddenly yanked the fuse of the dimeritium bombs.
The dimeritium bombs he had placed around the golem all detonated with a bang.
The eerie green light mixed with lightning filled the entire space inside the cave in the blink of an eye.
The terrifying magical construct was frozen in place as if it had been petrified.
This was because the dimeritium bombs had caused a disruption to it, leading to this result similar to a system crash.
Although dimeritium bombs would also cause witchers to lose their ability to cast signs, the effect was clearly greater on golems.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lynn moved in close, his right foot stomping on the ground, his body rotating, like a dance, pouring all his strength into the pickaxe, and fiercely struck the golem's right leg.
Although the golem was incredibly strong, its human-like size also determined that it had the weaknesses of humanoid creatures. As long as enough damage was done to one of its legs, rendering it unable to move, then there was nothing to fear.
Lynn's gaze was firmly locked on the golem's right leg, the pickaxe constantly aiming at the same wound and attacking relentlessly.
He had to take advantage of the golem still being affected by the dimeritium bombs and unable to move to inflict as much damage as possible.
The Wolf School, although not witchers known for their strength like the Bear School, also had considerable strength enhanced by mutations. In addition, the Thunderbolt potion, one of the potions he had taken earlier, further increased his muscle strength.
Therefore, when his several attacks all hit the same spot on the golem's right leg, he successfully chipped off a small part of the golem's right leg.
But it was also at this moment that the duration of the dimeritium bombs finally ended.
The golem, recovering from its frozen state, raised its terrifying fist and smashed it towards Lynn's head.
If this blow landed, not to mention a human head, even a wooden city gate would only be smashed through.
But relying on the agility provided by the Cat potion, another potion he had taken earlier, he dodged this potentially fatal blow while still managing to scrape another layer off the golem's right leg with the pickaxe in his hand.
This punch missed, and the golem held out its arms horizontally and then slammed over like a spinning top.
Lynn first cast a Quen shield, but even the master-level Quen shield only lasted a few seconds under this terrifying impact before breaking under the strain.
However, Lynn also used the force of the shield breaking to fly out, taking the opportunity to create a safe distance from the golem.
Then he took another dimeritium bomb from his belt and threw it out.
Bang!
The spinning golem wobbled as if drunk, and finally fell headfirst, kicking up large amounts of dirt, sliding all the way over.
Lynn seized the opportunity, leaped over the golem, letting it crash into the rocky wall of the cave.
Then he stomped down hard with his feet, gripped the pickaxe tightly with both hands, and once again swung it fiercely at the wound on the golem's right leg.
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