Do You Know Viscount Hudson Too?

"Laugh!"

A sharp blade pierces the air.

A deep furrow was plowed into the ground, which was covered with gravel and weeds.

Dark soil, severed earthworms, and tangled roots of grass and trees were just a hand's breadth away from Ailin.

They were struck up, and then cut down.

The pungent smell of soil mixed with the fresh scent of grass juice was inhaled into the nasal cavity with each deep breath.

Once her attack rhythm was disrupted, Ailin had almost no chance to fight back.

Unlike in the game, where the time from when a spirit glows green to when it finally appears is almost equal.

In reality.

The interval between each appearance of the spirit is always about half a second to a second, making it difficult to predict the timing.

Most importantly, they are spirits that should not have any intelligence.

The body, which appears and disappears intermittently, still retains memories from before its death.

The demon wielding the short-handled scythe was alright; it just swung its weapon haphazardly like mowing grass.

What's outrageous is that this one is holding a long sword.

This demon spirit was like a master swordsman, attacking Ailin's most vulnerable points with every move.

They seized the opportunity to strike while the short-handled sickles were attacking.

Often, just as the scythe was about to strike his right arm, a longsword of some unknown material would come flying towards his back with a whooshing sound.

They have an excellent grasp of timing.

This left Ailin with no chance to catch his breath, and he didn't even dare to raise his sword to parry, fearing that the rusty blade would pierce him from a place he hadn't noticed.

"No wonder that knight was seriously injured at the very beginning of the battle," Ailin thought to himself.

This sword-wielding demon is far more powerful than the other demons.

"Pfft~"

He rolled away again to dodge the attack from the two demon spirits.

Ailin felt like a ball, being passed around by the spirits.

The golden light burst from the Quen Shield was restored.

The much-anticipated explosion effect of the LV3 Quen Shield, after pushing away two spirits, only bought him time to cast the next Quen Sign.

Damn it!

what to do?

His heart pounded wildly, and Ailin was breathing heavily through his mouth and nose like a bellows.

He's out of energy!

At this moment.

"Witcher Apprentice, come closer!"

Suddenly, the shouts of the middle-aged knight reached my ears.

Without hesitation, Ailin glanced at the source of the sound and immediately rolled three or four meters in the direction of the sound.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere!

A steel sword, gleaming with cold light, blocked the demonic longsword that was slashing down.

However, the middle-aged knight was struggling as the steel sword struck the ground.

After taking a half-step back to dissipate the force, he was able to withstand the sword strike.

However, in the two or three swift sword strikes that followed, the middle-aged knight parried each strike with greater ease than the previous one.

"Amazing!" Ailin's eyes lit up.

Even though his strength was clearly inferior, his agility and swordsmanship still allowed the middle-aged knight to maintain complete control over the longsword spirit.

As expected of the King's Guard, or rather, the sword champion of Kedwen, he truly lives up to his reputation.

"Clang!"

Amidst the clang of metal, Ailin deflected the scythe, his right hand lightly touching the ground, magic surging within him.

Yrden Sign!

The pale purple magic trap slowed down the scythe spirit's speed again, restricting its ability to blink.

"Ah!"

Amidst the demon's angry, hoarse, slow howl, he mentally used the Drowner Heart Essence Fluid to restore his strength.

After letting out a long breath, Ailin finally had the energy to scan his surroundings out of the corner of his eye.

Vesemir maintained steady control over the three demon spirits, occasionally slashing one of them two or three times with his sword.

Judging by the transparency of the spirit, the first spirit will be worn down and killed in about three or four minutes.

This is what a Witcher looks like without Specter Oil and Moon Dust.

The only way to consume and purify the demon spirit is through the reaction between silver and the spirit.

In particular, Vesemir was only holding an ordinary, fine silver sword.

If you use Elsa, you can save at least half the time.

The two King's Guard each fought a demon, but because they were not wielding silver swords, they could hardly do any damage to the spirit-like demons.

However, due to his skillful swordsmanship and agility, he gradually became familiar with the spirits' teleportation abilities and managed to steadily control both spirits.

Judging from the occasional glances they cast at Vesemir and their slightly trembling arms, they probably wouldn't last long against the monster's immense power.

It's time to end this!

Ailin's mind raced.

Demon Hunter!

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and the dust rising in the sunlight slowed its dancing motion.

Perhaps it's because this scythe spirit is already weakened.

Two dazzling silver lights flashed.

"Bite!"

[Demon Hunter] 100%

"Tap~ Tap~"

Rhythmic footsteps tread on blood-red footprints.

After dodging the attack by bending down and turning to the side, Ailin stomped on the ground and leaped up, flashing behind the scythe spirit.

It appeared as if thin lines were formed from congealed blood.

Ailin followed closely, pivoting on one foot and spinning half a circle.

Cut!

The cold light overlapped with the bloodline.

The spirit, which should have been intangible and simply melted away by pure silver, actually seemed to have a physical form.

The head, still attached to the dark yellow hood, was severed and, before falling to the ground, turned into a cloud of black dust along with the body.

"One..." Ailin murmured, then mentally used a portion of Essence Fluid to restore his strength.

The middle-aged knight could still hold on, but the young knight could no longer grip his sword properly under the repeated immense force of the demon.

"Save Bowen first..." he thought.

The demon hunt begins again.

Ailin stepped into the young knight's battle circle in a few strides, and under the knight's horrified gaze, he beheaded the pitchfork spirit with four swords.

Drinking poison, hunting demons, beheading, drinking poison...

In the overgrown main road of the castle, Ailin is a storm shimmering with silvery cold light.

Wherever it went, sharp blades whistled through the air, and metal clanged.

[Demon Hunter] is very effective against monsters like demons, especially in one-on-one situations.

Perhaps because he had lost the protection of his physical body, his progress bar for Demon Hunting state increased very quickly when his Divine Power merged with the aura of the spirit's favor.

Even without attacking, it grows by one percent every three seconds.

After the silver sword strikes the spirit, the progress increases by more than 30% with each strike.

In a short while.

The demons were beheaded one by one amidst the murmurs of "two, three, four..."

After a piercing scream of "Ah!", it turned into black powder.

"Bite!"

[Slay the Level 37 Monster Horde "Yokai"!]

[Rewards Settlement: Victory over the Enemy, Base Rating D, Killing a Level Above the Enemy +3 - C, Decapitation Intimidation +3 - B]

Final rating: B

[Loot obtained: 6 Nekker's Purified Spirit, 9 Experience Orbs, 4 Nekker's Chest]

[Ding! Hunting Quest: Demon Spirit I (Defeated 0/50 Demon Spirits) has been activated. Accept?]

Nekker's Purified Spirit?

It's not Heart Essence Fluid anymore?

After a moment of surprise, Ailin thought about it and immediately understood.

That's right. Demons don't seem to have hearts either. They're just a group of spiritual beings, and when they're killed, all that's left is a pile of black ashes.

I just don't know what attribute this Purification Spirit improves?

Thinking of this, his heart warmed.

Our strength can be improved again.

Expect!

"Phew~"

Ailin exhaled a breath of stale air, casually accepted the mission, twirled his sword, and sheathed it.

"Witcher apprentice... witcher apprentice, you also know Viscount Hudson?"

The sudden sound of surprise interrupted Ailin's thoughts.