White Light and Frost
"Hiss—ah—"
The unknown monster lay back and hissed in pain, its sharp cry seeming to pierce eardrums.
Almost simultaneously.
The Witcher's vision flashed green, and his massive foot, which had been punched into a huge cavity, trembled suddenly. It then lifted up as if weightless, as if trying to escape.
But how could Ailin let him escape?
With a "buzzing" sound.
The fluorescent blue in the whites of the Witcher's eyes suddenly lit up.
In an instant.
The sounds of wind and howling stopped abruptly.
The movement of the green foot lifting up in front of the Witcher seemed to suddenly freeze.
It left the earth at a speed of almost one centimeter at a time.
Countless brown dust particles rose up in the process.
In a blizzard, every moment is precious.
But the Witcher, in his detached state, still cast a fiery glance at Balmor, whose sword appeared "ordinary" as if it were just an ordinary steel longsword.
One sword, 69%?
Looking at the exaggerated numbers in the corner of my eye.
At this moment, every Witcher wanted to burst out countless elegant and civilized phrases from their native tongue to express their shock and ecstasy.
He had thought Balmor was strong, but he really hadn't expected him to be this strong.
His maximum expectation was a 10% progress in demon hunting with a single sword strike.
After all, judging from the material, this sword is a steel sword, and the Witcher didn't have time to apply the Specter Oil.
But 69%...
That's a huge monster!
The Witcher then considered drawing Elsa, who was coated with Specter Oil, to compare the effects.
But considering the human-like vibrations Balmor gave her on her back, I worried that she might get jealous and go on strike, causing unnecessary trouble.
"It's more important to eliminate the monsters as soon as possible and go back to continue hunting and inducing the demon tide..." Ailin suppressed his inner impulse.
"Buzzing~"
Balmor trembled slightly, as if in response, or more like in urging.
It felt like he hadn't slain a decent opponent in ages, and his whole body was itchy and itchy.
The Witcher chuckled softly and gripped the slightly rough hilt of his sword.
"Don't rush me, it's coming right up..." he murmured softly.
But whether by coincidence or not, Balmor actually stopped.
The Witcher was taken aback.
Then, without further thought, his azure Cat Eyes suddenly widened.
In the very next instant.
Ailin leaped to his feet.
A small patch of dirt and grass suddenly splashed up on the grass and fell backward in slow motion.
Balmor's gleaming sword drew a semicircle in mid-air, and the Witcher used the momentum to spin around, quickly switching between his left and right feet, before taking another step forward.
The blade in his hand gleamed, and ghostly blue flames flickered in his eyes as he forced out a low growl through his teeth.
"Drink!"
Spinning Slash!
The sword reflected the moonlight.
A beautiful silver arc appeared silently and slammed into the ugly green giant foot.
Enter from the left and exit from the right.
The Witcher then exited the blizzard state.
"Li~"
The explosive sound of the sword piercing the air finally rang out at this moment.
A loud "bang!" followed immediately.
The place where the Witcher slashed with his sword was not far from where the first sword struck.
The newly carved cavity and the original cavity, two huge cavities, are tightly connected.
The foot of the unknown large monster was now only connected by a layer of skin.
Hair, skin, blood vessels, muscles, bones...
At a glance, you can even see all the internal structures.
However, perhaps due to the presence of demons, although everything before us was bloody, not a single drop of blood or piece of flesh had fallen off.
It was as if it had vanished into thin air.
The foot, which was only connected by a layer of skin and was even bigger than the Witcher's, did not fall off. Instead, it floated in the air like a foam pendant.
It has a shape that is both heavy and light.
It's both bizarre and disgusting.
"Hiss—ah—"
Following the monster's shrill roar came a gigantic hand that blotted out the moon and the sky.
However, the Witcher, shrouded in a huge shadow, paid no attention.
"Ding! [Demon Hunting] Progress 100%"
Unlike in the past, this time, after entering the final execution phase of the [Demon Hunter], there wasn't a single red mark on the monster's body in the Demon Hunter's vision.
The bright footprints were all scattered on the ground.
Moreover, the path winds and twists around the monster, resembling a treacherous and deadly blood-red serpent hissing and flicking its tongue.
"Hiss~"
The Witcher leaped sideways along the red footprints.
A giant green hand, accompanied by a howling wind, slammed into the ground.
"Boom!"
As the ground trembled and dust billowed, the bonfire not far away suddenly started clattering and sputtering, sending sparks flying.
A large amount of oxygen entered the still-burning campfire, causing the flames to become excessively bright.
It illuminated the Witcher's elegant figure, holding his longsword at an angle.
"Hiss—ah—"
However, this seemed to enrage the large monster.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Two large, rough hands slammed down on the witcher's head repeatedly, but each time he dodged it perfectly.
Instead, it caused a great deal of dust to rise into the sky, confusing its vision.
"Hiss--"
The monster was furious.
The long, sharp screech echoed across the open grassland.
Upon hearing the long hiss, the distant demon spirit suddenly turned around and charged towards the unknown monster.
Moreover, it involves traveling in a blurred state.
They were at least three times faster than when they rushed towards Arland.
This greatly alarmed the Guard Knight, the Monster Hunter Army, and Mary, who were closely monitoring the demon tide.
Although the distance was too great, the group could only occasionally see a small black dot appearing near the campfire.
But Vesemir had just set off, and because his warhorse had not yet recovered its strength, it had not yet galloped very far.
The target of the demonic tide obviously wouldn't be that large monster, so it could only be another Witcher Master — Ailin.
and.
At the speed of the demonic tide, it won't be long before they reunite with that terrifying one-eyed monster.
At that time.
The demon hunter is fighting a large monster alone and can't get away...
They're definitely going to die!
"Ailin!" Mary completely forgot about Vesemir beside her and screamed in terror.
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she staggered to a warhorse and awkwardly mounted it.
She didn't care about useful or useless spells, nor about her own safety, and even less about the excruciating pain or even self-immolation that might result from casting unfamiliar spells on a bumpy horse...
"Aenye... muire... Aen..."
Amidst the sound of horses' hooves, a mysterious incantation echoed, accompanied by intense pain...
The girl endured the burning pain in her stomach and uterus, with only one thought in her mind.
She's going to save Ailin!
Save the May King who always has a bitter face!
at the same time.
Sala, the Monster Hunter Army officer who was stunned by the sudden appearance of the monster and the rapidly retreating tide of demon spirits, was startled back to her senses by the girl's scream.
"Where did this damned monster come from?!" he cursed, then shouted an order to the Monster Hunter Army without hesitation.
"The Monster Hunter Army!"
"Charge!"
"Stop those damned monsters and protect our King of Arland for May King!"
"Charge!" The veins on the foreheads of the Monster Hunter Army soldiers bulged with rage as they roared.
Five people per team charged towards the demonic tide.
The Guard Knight also charged forward.
Although they didn't know what they could do without the Specter Oil.
But the chivalrous spirit etched in their hearts made them unable to bear watching a child besieged by monsters and die in front of them.
Even though this child is much stronger than them.
Even if it costs them their lives.
"Guard Knight!"
"Charge!"
Arthur gripped his warhorse tightly and roared as he charged toward the monster.
"Arland may be destined to become a dead city today, but at least let me die before Arland..." he thought.
In an instant.
With a roar from the monster, the entire massive battlefield was suddenly awakened like a sleeping beast, with almost all parts moving at the same time.
A murderous aura pervaded the air.
Only Vesemir dared not look up, still engrossed in arranging the ceremony, her mouth slightly parted:
"Almost there... almost there... it'll be done soon..."
The witcher, engrossed in stomping his footprints, heard the commotion, but he merely glanced toward the battlefield before continuing to stomp his footprints.
Although there seemed to be some minor misunderstanding, the Witcher, who was some distance away, couldn't do anything about it at that moment.
He looked up at the one-eyed monster waving its hand angrily, and the Balmor in his hand trembled slightly with excitement.
"Kill it!"
"Once we kill them, all the problems will be solved!"
The Witcher thought.
He continued to follow the footprints, and with a confident bent-over posture, he defused the monster's attacks one by one.
There aren't many footprints left.
The sword is becoming more and more comfortable to use!
"Hiss—roar—"
Each attack was dodged, and each time it was just a hair's breadth away, but I just couldn't hit this annoying flea.
This is the one-eyed monster that inexplicably appeared in this suffocating world, and then inexplicably suffered two particularly painful blows from its eternal slumber...
Outrageous anger.
I wish I could use my sharp teeth to bite this annoying flea to pieces.
Ghosts and spirits generally lack intelligence.
This large monster looks like it has a little bit, but obviously not much.
"Boom!"
Another slap only kicked up dust.
The one-eyed monster was so angry that its one eye glowed green.
Do whatever comes to mind.
Its large mouth, filled with sharp teeth, opened wide, then, aiming at the direction of the flea, it pounced in an instant.
Closer... closer...
It was at this moment.
The monster, its single green eye wide open, snapped its jaws shut.
"Clang!"
A loud bang.
The mouth, full of sharp teeth, was closed.
But after taking a closer look, I realized...
Its mouth seemed to contain only mud and sand.
"Where's that flea?" the one-eyed monster asked, extremely annoyed.
But the next second...
"Shhh~"
The faint sound of footsteps approached, and for some reason, its restless "heart" suddenly calmed down.
Smoke and dust rose and then fell.
Two bright blue dots suddenly became clearer from the hazy darkness.
That was a "person"...
For some reason, the one-eyed monster suddenly had this thought, even though he couldn't remember what a human was.
Accompanying this thought was a chilling feeling that made him tremble all over.
This feeling is familiar; it seems like I've experienced it before.
Just as it was racking its brains, trying to figure out where its empty "heart" had ever encountered this feeling before...
The flea suddenly disappeared.
In an instant.
With a soft "hiss" sound.
It suddenly sensed "temperature".
The scorching magma flowed through his body, eroding his bones, flesh, and blood...
In the instant that intense heat surged into its brain, it saw the flea again, and those eyes that shone with a deep blue light.
suddenly.
He remembered.
Die!
This chilling, icy feeling is death!
"Ailin!"
An anxious call came from afar, interrupting the one-eyed monster.
The one-eyed monster was taken aback.
It stared at the "person" in front of it, feeling the intense heat within its body rapidly engulfing its entire being.
Suddenly I realized that it was about to return to eternal sleep.
True eternal sleep.
The next moment.
The one-eyed monster used its last remaining strength to suppress the approach of death, then let out a frantic, high-pitched howl:
"Hiss—roar—hiss—roar—"
Immediately following.
As the long neighing gradually faded and dissipated in the wind.
It also cried out urgently in its heart, hoping that the living people before it, who were once as full of life as they were, would be ready...
Get ready to receive the white light...
With frost...
"Da da da~"
Amidst the rapid hoofbeats, Vesemir anxiously gazed into the distance at the billowing gray dust.
A few seconds ago.
Ever since that towering monster pounced on the ground.
There has been no movement there for a long time.
"Please be alright!"
"Please make sure nothing happens to you!"
Vesemir gritted his teeth and squeezed the horse's belly hard, hoping the warhorse would go faster and faster.
But in the end, all that was received was the horse's mournful neighing.
The speed actually slowed down.
In his anxiety, the demon hunter leaped off his horse and, with a speed almost equal to that of a warhorse, disregarded the scattered demon spirits in his path, and galloped straight toward the place filled with smoke and dust.
Any foolish demons that attack him, slay them!
The ethereal figure that appeared before him slashed!
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Having killed countless demons, Vesemir finally reached the One-Eyed Ghoul Spirit creature whose hazy, eerie green body was revealed as the smoke and dust began to dissipate.
But at this moment...
"Whoosh~"
Suddenly, the monster's enormous body burst into a strange, blinding green flame.
The Witcher Master couldn't help but stop his rapid pace.
"Ailin!"
Vesemir thought it was a magical ability from a monster. While he was overjoyed that the Witcher was still alive, he couldn't help but shout in alarm with worry.
Just as he was about to righteously pat his back from behind, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
This firelight doesn't seem to be a magical ability.
Instead, it was the monster's body that was burning and disappearing, just like when a demon spirit perished.
Vesemir paused, then slowed his pace.
The next second.
The green flames suddenly turned into a blazing orange-red.
"Hiss—roar—hiss—roar—"
The strange, ever-changing roars of the monster emanated from it, causing the Witcher Master to grip his longsword even tighter.
Then the monsters vanished and the smoke settled.
In the flickering light of the campfire, the witcher with disheveled hair stood there, seemingly lost in thought.
"Ailin, are you alright?"
Vesemir, holding his silver sword, felt reassured but cautiously asked from a distance.
Ghostly or spirit-like monsters often possess strange, magical abilities, so one must be wary.
"No... it's nothing." Ailin looked up.
After scanning the area again to confirm that Ailin was truly alright, Vesemir breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously:
"Then why are you spacing out?"
Ailin paused, somewhat uncertain:
"That monster... seemed to be talking to me at the end..."
"Could it be another Evil God...?" Vesemir frowned and asked with concern.
What did it say?
The Witcher remained silent for a long time.
"Hiss—roar—hiss—roar—"
Vesemir tilts his head:?