Conjunction of the Spheres: Nekkers
Life is truly full of ups and downs.
Sala had never understood this principle so profoundly.
He was worried about the effects of the Specter Oil.
The Guard Knight, having just encountered the horde of demons, swept through the enemy lines with unstoppable force, drawing a large group of demons into pursuit.
He was worried about the safety of the two witchers.
Vesemir and Master Ailin, however, ignited a green flame that rivaled that of a hundred Guard Knight, with horsemanship and swordsmanship far surpassing those of these professional soldiers.
The demon tide was completely halted.
But just as he was overjoyed, thinking that there would be no problem once the ceremony was completed...
The situation took a sharp turn for the worse.
First, the Guard Knight ran out of Specter Oil ahead of schedule, then their horsepower was insufficient, and the demons were relentlessly biting their tails.
dilemma.
In an instant, their original advantage was completely wiped out.
The demonic tide surged forward.
Watching the figure being tightly gripped by those damned demons, yet resolutely leaving.
Sala couldn't help but clench her fists, veins bulging on her forehead, staring intently at her comrades who were less than a hundred meters away.
He seemed to see Arthur shaking his head vigorously at him.
At this moment.
A Monster Hunter Army walked over.
"Sir Sala, the two hundred doses of Specter Oil have been collected. Now..." The soldier glanced at the Guard Knight who were turning back, pulling on the reins, "Do we still need to send them to the Guard Knight?"
Sala glanced at the approaching horde of demon spirits, whose frontmost point was only about 300 meters away.
He glanced again at the Guard Knight riding their weary warhorses, galloping into the distance.
A long silence followed.
"No need." Sala shook her head. "Distribute the Specter Oil again, and have the brothers get ready. It's almost our turn."
The soldier glanced back at the approaching demon, feeling the growing chill of the evening breeze, then gazed at the brightly lit Arland behind Sala.
He didn't speak.
He simply bowed deeply and then moved among the various squads, relaying orders.
In a short while.
The entire Monster Hunter Army underwent a sudden change in appearance.
The chilling murderous aura seemed to freeze the night wind.
Mary, who was assisting Vesemir, noticed the change in the atmosphere around her, looked up, and couldn't help but ask anxiously:
"Mentor, how much longer?"
"Soon..." Vesemir said indifferently without looking up.
However, looking at the usually calm and elegant mentor, who was wiping the sweat from his forehead every few seconds as the temperature dropped further, it was clear that he was the only one who was being so calm and elegant.
Mary knew that her mentor had done everything he could.
So even though she didn't get an exact time, she felt bad about bothering her any further.
The ceremony had reached its core, and there was less and less for Mary to do to help.
Most of the time, he could only stand blankly to the side, staring at the rituals Vesemir had arranged and lost in thought.
Pretend that she's useful, that she's important, that she's buying time for everyone...
Although she knew this was only deceiving herself.
"If only I hadn't chosen alchemy after leaving Aretuza and being selected by Lady Vesemir," Mary said anxiously, biting her lower lip hard.
"Whether it's studying the changes in elements or delving into the mysteries of rituals, these are a thousand times more useful than alchemy at this time."
She watched Vesemir's movements.
The ritual array on the ground was becoming increasingly complete, and every arc seemed to mock her, belittle her, and rebuke her...
This made Mary anxious, and she couldn't help but look up at the warhorses that the Monster Hunter Army had placed to the side.
But the next second...
She forcibly suppressed the urge to ride her horse and catch up with Ailin.
Almost every ghostly creature has the highest resistance to spells.
Only the most difficult Fire Element spells can achieve good results.
pity.
In the past two weeks, she has only learned three Fire Element spells, and none of them are enough for her to cast spells while riding a bumpy horse without being disturbed.
Therefore, Mary knew that even if she caught up with Ailin on horseback, it would be useless; instead, it would only slow him down and distract him.
"I'm so useless..."
Mary couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
A sudden commotion arose from the Monster Hunter Army ahead, interrupting Mary and causing her to instinctively look up in the direction of the demon spirits.
Although the Guard Knight had turned back and traveled some distance, it was clear that...
Because of this commotion, many of the demon spirits that had been drawn away were recaptured by the approaching Monster Hunter Army and the aura of Arland's creatures.
Moreover, the number of wraiths escaping the pursuit of the Guard Knight continues to increase.
The speed at which the demonic tide surged toward Arland was gradually increasing.
But just then, a black dot suddenly rushed in front of the Guard Knight ' formation.
"It's Master Vesemir!"
Mary squinted and carefully examined it for a while before recognizing it.
He brandished a dark blue silver sword.
In the blink of an eye, three or four green sparks ignited on the left flank of the demonic tide.
Many of the spirits that had disengaged from the battle were drawn back to the Guard Knight.
The speed of the demonic tide slowed down again.
The situation has changed again.
The Monster Hunter Army at the front let out a long sigh of relief.
Although it might be a bit disrespectful to say this to our comrades, these infantrymen are not like the Guard Knight who can run away at will.
Once the demons press forward, they will have no choice but to risk their lives to stop them.
And given the sheer number of demons...
Nine out of ten chances of survival.
so.
Seeing that their comrades had once again lured the demon spirits away, slowing down the demon spirit tide, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
They were not afraid of death and were willing to give their lives for the Duke and Arland.
But if you can stay alive, who wouldn't want to live a good life?
Mary stared at Vesemir for a long time, then suddenly remembered a question.
Where is Ailin?
Vesemir went to support the Guard Knight, and what about Ailin...?
Thinking of this, Mary involuntarily stood up and anxiously peered into the darkness in the distance, searching around.
Then the next second.
"Da da da~"
The sound of galloping hooves rang out.
Ailin, carrying two swords, suddenly burst through the darkness and appeared at the forefront of the demonic tide.
"Whoosh~"
A loud bang.
The green tide seemed to be crashing against the hardest reef.
A sudden surge of waves.
It was as if the humidity had suddenly returned.
Dozens or even hundreds of demon spirits were instantly blasted into the sky and crashed into the middle of the demon spirit tide, creating a large black gap.
It was as if a large reef had suddenly appeared in the middle of a green tide.
"Is the power of this Alde Sign much stronger than it was at the beginning...?"
Mary was taken aback.
"Da da da~"
The sound of horses' hooves grew closer.
Riding his black warhorse, Ailin circled around the Monster Hunter Army, getting as close as less than twenty meters away.
Many soldiers clad in black armor even saw, in the light of the campfire, a face more innocent than their own children's, and a pair of cold, ruthless blue eyes.
However, this only lasted for a moment.
The very next instant.
He then launched another charge against the green tide of demons.
A lone charge!
Overestimating his abilities yet utterly fearless, he was like a small boat battling the vast ocean.
Upon witnessing this awe-inspiring scene, the Monster Hunter Army fell silent for a few seconds before erupting into a violent commotion.
"By Cliff... this witcher... this witcher..."
"The May King in Arland..."
"Blue Death, this is Blue Death..."
Countless scattered sounds gradually coalesced into a fervent shout:
"Victory! Victory!"
The soldiers of the Monster Hunter Army were greatly encouraged, but when Mary saw this scene, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
She clutched her chest with her right hand, not even noticing that she had bitten her lip until it bled.
"What happened, Mary?" Vesemir asked.
Mary then came to her senses, her mouth filled with the taste of rust.
She licked her lips, looked at Vesemir who was still busy setting up the ceremony, hesitated for several seconds, and then carefully described the scene she had just witnessed.
After hearing Mary's description, Vesemir paused almost imperceptibly for a moment before continuing to set up the ceremony.
"Almost there... almost there... just a little while longer... it'll be done soon..."
A faint murmur reached Mary's ears.
She looked up again at the Witcher who had once again used the Alda sign to send a large number of demons flying, and couldn't help but bite the wound on her lip again.
"You have to be okay... You'll be okay... There won't be any problems..."
"It definitely will..."
"Da da da~"
Amidst the sound of hooves, bursts of green sparks burned out behind the black warhorse.
The horse's back rose and fell.
Two small groups of demons met in the middle of the demon tide.
Green lanterns gathered, illuminating the Witcher's face.
His hair was disheveled by the strong wind, and the veins around his temples and eyes were faintly visible. His whole face was slightly pale, like that of a dead person.
This demonstrates the potent toxicity of the Ghoul Decoction.
What would kill an ordinary person with a single drop of poison is a potent remedy for a demon hunter, providing a short-term boost to their strength.
"All potions that can temporarily improve physical fitness, strength, agility, etc., are harmful to the human body..."
"Unless absolutely necessary, try... try not to take too much..."
For some reason, amidst the whistling wind, the Witcher suddenly recalled the memory of being discovered by the priestess when he had taken the Blizzard Potion.
He remembered before that.
Lyra skipped and hopped around in the garden in front of the iconoclast, humming a lullaby about Sleeping Beauty.
"I wonder if the Temple of Melitele has been attacked by Wild Hunt magic..."
The Witcher sighed softly.
A thought arose.
Main Quest: [The Revenge Carnival of Ghosts] Eliminate the Demons (576/1614)
Then continue reading.
Hunting Quest: Demon Spirit I (96/100 Demon Spirits Killed)
"Four more?" the Witcher muttered, glancing back at the others.
With a third less, the number of demon spirits looked much sparser.
Moreover, most of them were drawn to the Guard Knight led by Vesemir and to him.
The overall shape resembles a bull's head with two horns, one large and one small.
Vesemir was at the tip of the great horn, Ailin at the lesser horn.
Another four hundred or so were still drifting toward the Monster Hunter Army, but due to the attraction between the two sides, although not as fast as at its peak, their speed had slowed down considerably.
Moreover, with the Monster Hunter Army present, as long as Ailin and Vesemir can keep those two "horns" in check.
There shouldn't be any major problems.
The key is...
Can they hold their ground?
The Witcher couldn't help but sigh.
Ah~
Amidst screams, three more demonic spirits transformed into green fireworks.
Hunting Quest: Demon Spirit I (99/100 Demon Spirits Killed)
If he could, he really wouldn't want to complete this task now.
It's just a pity...
No!
As he approached the Monster Hunter Army, he caught a glimpse of the ceremony Vesemir was setting up.
Although it's not feasible to have him assist, with his LV5 Ritual skill and knowledge of Magic Ritual, he should be able to roughly estimate the time required to complete the ritual.
It's faster than I expected, but it will still take at least another half hour.
Vesemir, together with the Arland Guard Knight, managed to hold back a large number of wraiths, but many of the lights behind them gradually left the horn and returned to the wraith tide.
And isn't the same true behind him?
As long as he stops hunting, it won't be long before the demons in the little horn return to the tide.
Then the speed of the demon tide increased.
This is all a future that Ailin can foresee.
So, this hunting mission...
He... had to do it.
"There are still three bottles of Ghost Spirit..."
"As long as we eliminate the monsters summoned by the Conjunction of the Spheres as quickly as possible, there is still a chance!"
The Witcher cheered himself up.
Then, squeezing his legs together, he began to accelerate.
He needed to stay as far away from Arland as possible without the large-scale departure of the demons, to avoid the massive shock caused by the Conjunction of the Spheres affecting Vesemir's ritual arrangements.
"Da da da~"
Warhorses galloped.
Ailin soon arrived at a small earthen mound with a campfire burning.
Here, along the route of the carnival, you can clearly see the demonic tide, which is about five or six hundred meters away.
Many of the demons he attracted have already begun to break away, so he can't go any further.
"Hiss~"
With a pull on the reins, the warhorse stopped abruptly and neighed loudly.
After dismounting.
The Witcher first drank a bottle of White Honey to neutralize the effects and toxicity of the cat's eye and the Giant Ghoul Decoction.
He then drank another bottle of Giant Ghoul Decoction, and placed the Blizzard Potion in the most convenient spot in his reagent bag.
Although the effects of the previous bottle of Giant Ghoul Decoction will last for a long time.
But there's nothing we can do.
The toxicity of the Giant Ghoul Decoction combined with the toxicity of the Blizzard potion was already the limit that Ailin could tolerate.
He had to use Blizzard to neutralize the toxicity of the cat's eye.
Next.
The Witcher then threw all the dry branches and wood blocks prepared for the carnival parade into the campfire.
He then made another Igni Sign.
The dim campfire suddenly blazed brightly.
"Phew~"
After thinking for two seconds and finding no other problems, the demon hunter breathed a sigh of relief.
A prepared witcher is invincible.
If the location of the Conjunction of the Spheres weren't uncertain, he would have even considered placing two Yrden Magic Traps where the monster appeared.
At this moment.
A demon spirit vanished into nothingness from a distance of twenty meters from the demon hunter.
The Witcher didn't care.
After spotting a green light appearing to his right rear, he ducked to dodge the swinging sword.
Immediately following.
He slammed his right foot into the ground, spun around, and chopped!
A flash of blue light appeared.
With a "whoosh," the demon spirit instantly transformed into a green firework.
[Ding! Hunting Quest Complete: Demon Spirit I (100/100 Demon Spirits Killed)]
[Rewards: 4000 Lesser Experience Orbs, Monster Bestiary - Yokai]
[Ding, Hunting Quest: Demon Spirit II (Defeated 0/300 Demon Spirits) has been activated. Accept?]
After accepting the quest, the Witcher took a deep breath and adjusted himself to be in top condition.
He observed that the nearest demon was not far away, and it would take at least ten minutes for it to catch up...
Ailin gripped Elsa tightly in his hand, glanced at Vesemir, and then at the two small black dots behind the Monster Hunter Army.
The next second.
[Ding! The "Yokai Spirit" Monster Bestiary has been unlocked. The "Yokai Spirit" from the Conjunction of the Spheres will appear in 54 seconds. Please be prepared!]