Elder Blood Witcher - 799 What a Ghara-sham...

The “Gaster Blasters” behind Sans suddenly make a whizzing noise, indicating that they were charging up… Vasile tries for another lunge at Sans but ends up getting blasted in the face by multiple lasers, at first he tries to resist the impact, but after a couple moments of the blasters firing he tries to back off, realising that the same peculiar wounds were accumulating.

The firing squad ends and reveals Vasile with scorch marks covering the entirety of the front of his body, all smoking with the familiar blue aura. It was incredibly painful, even for an Elder Vampire like Vasile who’s already experienced many centuries of pain…

He grips his face and stands straight, looking to the sky and roaring in agony, just as Sans gestures towards the Vampire…

Many bones explode from the ground, impaling the Vampire numerous times, the accumulated damage causing every breath Vasile takes to release blue mist.

Sans grins, “Heh, first time I’ve seen a Vampire get boned.”

Vasile “AHHHHHHHH! I’LLLLLL ENNNNDD YOU!!!!” he shouts, struggling to remove the bones and instead turning into red mist, the blue aura following the Vasile regardless of his bodies current state.

Unfortunately for Vasile, Sans Gaster Blasters were more affective against immaterial foes…

*PEWWWWWWW*

And just like that, the red mist was annihilated, soul and all… Vasile was no more.

*End Megalovania*

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Sans looks around at the damaged alleyway and shrugs, walking out of view and taking a shortcut back to his Comedy Club.

Elsewhere :

After killing Roisin and liberating Lan Exeter Reima immediately headed for Novigrad, all of his leads were gone and Vasile was still somewhere in the continent, so he decided that the largest city would likely contain some information he could use… That, and he was hoping to deal with Phillipa before she caused any more problems for him.

Reima ignored the Redanian cities that were currently occupied by Vampires, there’d be no point in freeing them until Radovid was dead… He didn’t want to go through the effort of freeing a bunch of territory for a douchebag who lets a shitty religion murder people for no reason.

Not long after flying past them he spotted the city of Novigrad… Finding that it didn’t look as damaged as he thought it would, really, it seemed as though the Vampires hadn’t even attacked the place. If it weren’t for the fact he could see Vampires entering and exitting the city gate he’d have thought they’d managed to push them back.

He passes by a few Vampires leading a large line of children linked by chains, but ignores them for now… He wouldn’t get anywhere if he tried to fix every problem he comes across, especially since time was of the essence wherever Ciaran was concerned.

At the gate he was stopped by a guardsman who wore a badge containing a hand with a blood drop in the middle of it… “Halt, reveal your face and present any identification.” he states.

Reima raises a brow, glancing around at hte other people passing through without interruption. “May I ask what this is needed for?”

The guard sighs, “Why do peasants keep asking so many questions, just do as your told or give me a reason to run you through!” he exclaims, clearly not enjoying his job.

Reima waves his hand, raises his head to look in the man’s eyes while utilising a combination of Axii and legilimency, “What’s the reason for this stop, and on who’s orders are you operating under?” he asks quietly so people nearby don’t hear him.

The guard nods knowingly as if he’d been presented a bribe, “None who pass without showing their eyes are allowed in the city, as you may already know, Witchers have been outlawed. Any who’re found will be burned at the stake with any who assist them.” he says, surprising Reima as he’d not really thought about how Vampires felt towards Witchers, though, it made sense they’d wish to hunt them all down.

The guard continues, “This badge I proudly and willingly wear represents the clan Gharasham, the strongest clan of our Vampire overlords.” he states.

Reima slowly nods, “Hm… I’m not the Witcher you’re looking for.” he says while waving his hand as if he were casting a Jedi mindtrick.

“You’re are not the Witcher I’m looking for.”

Reima smirks and walks past, inwardly imagining himself wearing Jedi robes… The city streets were different to all the others he’d been in, well worn stone roads that looked on their last legs, fauna and decorations dotted about… Clearly this was a rich town.

The only thing that spoiled it were the many homeless begging on the side streets he passed, he guessed they were probably not allowed on the main road which forced them on the side ones, this led to all the side roads near the gate being chock full of homeless people begging for food.

Unsurprisingly, there was a complete lack of non-humans in the city, this being the “capital” of the Eternal Fire meant that all of them had probably already been burned alive if they’d not left already. Reima was already starting to reconsider freeing this shit-hole, feeling that they deserved to be ruled over the creatures they claimed to be so superior to.

Regardless, he continued walking, expanding his Observation Haki to look for any trace of Phillipa, or indeed the Elder that controlled this place… He also kept an eye out for Radovid, believing he’d be hiding someone within it after the Vampires invaded.