One-Eyed Nekker Subjugation Reward Settlement

Upon hearing the clear, cool female voice, the impassioned men turned around in unison.

The full moon hangs high in the sky, and the evening breeze rustles.

A woman in a white robe had a full moon floating in the sky above her head, and her fiery red hair was being tossed about by the wind.

Beneath her feet, the mysterious ritual circle glowed with a hazy purple light, and visible, fiery sparks gradually emerged from the void, obediently circling around the woman.

It was as if an ancient god who controlled the moon and fire had appeared in the human world.

"Buzz~ Buzz~"

The frequency of the School Emblem trembling gradually increased.

From the Wolf Emblem's perspective, all the red Fire Element within the Witcher's visible range became active.

They rushed and raged to push out all other elements from this space.

They revolved around the Sorceress.

A massive red tornado is forming.

Connecting heaven and earth.

Apart from Mary standing beside Vesemir, staring dumbfounded at the Sorceress, no one else could see what the Witcher was seeing.

However, the warhorse, which was trembling with unease, its hair standing on end, and its highly trained body swaying timidly, seemed to be on edge.

This caused them to stop what they were doing and involuntarily move aside again.

"Aenye aen'drean Aenyell'hael... Aenye aen'drean Aenyell'hael..."

A cool, clear female voice chanted a mysterious incantation, full of rhythm, as if reciting an ancient sacrificial song.

The demon spirits, carrying thousands of white and green lanterns, swarmed in.

The knights, warriors, and witchers ignored them, standing in neat rows on either side of the ceremonial array, their expressions solemn.

They looked up at the holy figure whose fair skin seemed to reflect the silvery moonlight.

It seems as if they are waiting for the queen's coronation, or welcoming the moon goddess, or even worshipping the ancient Moon God herself.

Ailin frowned upon hearing the chanting:

"The incantation seems somewhat familiar..."

"Isn't this the Fire Baptism, the spell Francesca cast in the self-abandoned caves of Hudson?"

The Witcher pursed his lips as he thought of some unpleasant memories from the past.

But in the next second.

The chanting of the spell slowed down, and the scorching sparks swirling around the Sorceress quickened, rapidly gathering towards Vesemir's outstretched palm.

In no time, it coalesced into a fiery red sphere of light.

From the perspective of the Wolf Emblem's elements.

Vesemir, however, seemed to be holding up a blazing, dazzling sun.

This spectacular scene left the Witcher speechless with astonishment.

"Aenye aen'drean Aenyell'hael... Aenye aen'drean Aenyell'hae!"

The cold, clear chanting abruptly stopped.

When Vesemir opened her eyes, her red pupils shone with a blood-red magical glow in the night.

She gritted her teeth and pushed the fireball in her right palm, gradually increasing its speed, towards the surging tide of monsters.

It seemed to be very difficult.

The sun, viewed from the elemental perspective, was also propelled, passing through the center of the ranks of knights, warriors, and witchers.

Nearly two minutes later, it slowly landed in the center of the green tide.

It sank into the ground.

Then came silence.

A deathly silence descended upon the crowd.

Several seconds passed, and the demonic tide continued to move forward; nothing happened.

The Monster Hunter Army and the Guard Knight were getting restless.

They looked at each other, their eyes meeting, as if communicating something with their gazes.

Vesemir looked at the Sorceress, who was being supported by Mary and was panting heavily, with a puzzled expression.

"Shield your senses, especially your hearing!"

Ailin pulled on the reins and approached the Witcher Master, whispering.

Vesemir paused for a moment upon hearing this, and opened his mouth:

"How did you know..."

The question hadn't been finished.

"Buzzing!!!"

The School Emblem hummed at its highest frequency.

It even sounds like a buzzing sound.

Before he could finish asking the question, the Witcher Master abruptly turned to look at the Demon Spirit Tide.

This moment.

The green tide brightened.

The blazing red light formed a circle that almost enveloped the demonic tide within a radius of nearly a hundred meters.

Immediately following.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had been shattered.

The ground shook continuously, startling the warhorses, which neighed restlessly.

But at this point, nobody cared about that anymore.

Everyone stared in disbelief and panic at the demonic tide.

A pillar of fire shot into the sky from there.

The rapid temperature changes distorted the air.

Everything around was illuminated crimson by the enormous pillar of fire, even the gray clouds in the sky seemed to be ablaze.

"Ding! Main Quest: [The Revenge Carnival of Ghosts] Eliminate the Demons (572/1614)"

"Ding! Main Quest: [The Revenge Carnival of Ghosts] Eliminate the Demons (683/1614)"

"Ding! Main Quest: [The Revenge Carnival of Ghosts] Eliminate the Demons (732/1614)"

Although the intense light made it difficult for the Witcher to see the demons suddenly descending into the fray.

However, when Ailin opened the Witcher's Handbook, his mind was filled with a constant barrage of notifications, and the numbers for the Main Quest were ticking away faster and faster.

The Witcher swallowed hard, watching this seemingly world-destroying scene, and once again gained a deeper understanding of the weight of the word "Bloody Red Fox."

Compared to the spell that resembled a "Fire Baptism" before them, the one Francesca cast in the underground cave seemed like just a small candle flame.

"Lady Vesemir is really strong!" the Witcher couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

There were many others around him who were just as amazed by this magical spectacle as he was.

"As expected of the Bloody Red Fox..." This sentence was uttered by everyone almost simultaneously.

"As expected of Lady Vesemir, ordinary Fire Magic is already very difficult, and Fire Element is as uncontrollable as an exposed wild beast..." Mary walked over with admiration, "She can so freely manipulate the enormous Fire Magic Power attracted by the Magic Ritual to cast spells like Fire Baptism..."

The others present could only watch the spectacle, but Mary, having recently learned several Fire Element spells, understood the difficulty even more.

Magic Ritual can only attract magic that is floating in the air.

It's already difficult enough to absorb only Fire Element magic.

Once a large amount of magic power surges in, it becomes even more difficult to control, especially since it is Fire Magic Power known for its volatile nature.

"Is the Fire Baptism difficult?" the Witcher asked curiously after hearing Mary's remark.

"Difficult?" Mary glanced at him with a complicated expression, then thought for a moment and explained, "According to the classification of Aretuza, or rather the Conclave of Sorcerers ..."

"The Flash Fire I'm learning now is just a beginner spell, and it's already making me quite struggle."

"And Fire Baptism is the highest level of Master Spell among Master Spells, Veteran Spells, and Master Spells, with a Veteran level in between."

"Not to mention..."

Mary turned her head to look at the Fire Baptism that was still spewing towering pillars of fire:

"Moreover, this is Fire Element master spell that has been amplified by Magic Ritual."

"Eh~"

After saying that, Mary couldn't help but sigh:

"Right now, I only know three beginner spells: Illuminate, Flash Fire, and Blazing Fire..."

"I wonder when I'll be able to cast a spell as powerful as Fire Baptism as Lady Vesemir."

Is the Fire Baptism really that difficult...? The Witcher pondered.

"It's already quite impressive that you've learned three Fire Magic in less than a month," Ailin comforted Mary, seeing Mary somewhat disappointed. "You're a genius, you'll definitely learn them quickly."

Am I a genius?

Upon hearing this, Mary glanced at Ailin, but for some reason, she didn't feel praised at all.

Although it takes less than a month to learn three Fire Magic and cast them on a violently shaking warhorse, it is indeed something that ordinary Sorceress cannot do.

For a moment, Mary didn't know how to answer.

"Whoosh~"

Fortunately, the Fire Baptism then underwent another change.

The pillar of fire gradually died down.

But at that moment, the clouds in the sky actually burst into flames.

Countless Molten Lava -like liquids rained down on the demonic tide that had just endured a massive devastation.

Instantly.

Thick smoke billowed up.

This blocked everyone's view once again.

The scene was almost like a spell that could destroy all the demons.

etc...

The Witcher suddenly thought of a question.

Main Quest: [The Revenge Carnival of Ghosts] Eliminate the demons (1269/1614)

Hunting Quest: Demon Spirit II (Defeated 0/300 Demon Spirits)

The main storyline is almost finished.

But what will happen to his hunting mission if the demon tide is wiped out?

He hasn't even killed a single demon spirit on this mission yet...

but.

After thinking about it, the Witcher realized that he was powerless to do anything about it.

At this point, he naturally couldn't speak up to stop the Sorceress from using her magic to destroy the demon.

Moreover, the Fire Baptism has reached its final stage and is unlikely to stop anytime soon.

We'll just have to wait for another opportunity.

Thinking this, all the fire rain that had shot into the sky fell down.

The thick smoke gradually dissipated.

Before the Witcher could even make out what was inside the smoke, Vesemir's voice came from behind him.

"Vesemir, Ailin, go and take care of the remaining wraiths..."

Are there any remaining demon spirits?

The Witcher paused, glancing at the Witcher's Handbook.

Main Quest: [The Revenge Carnival of Ghosts] Eliminate the demons (1390/1614)

There are still 224 demon spirits?

Just as the smoke dissipated, a number of spirits carrying lanterns were indeed scattered across the scorched grass, though most of their spirits were somewhat dissipated.

The Witcher turned and glanced at Vesemir.

The Sorceress smiled gently at him.

The Witcher suddenly had a premonition.

The Sorceress deliberately left these demons out.

"Hahaha..." Vesemir laughed loudly, interrupting Ailin's thoughts, "How about we have another competition after so long, to see who kills more demons?"

"Clang~"

Upon hearing this, the Witcher immediately drew Balmor: "Then you definitely can't beat me."

The Balmor Sword, unpainted... The dark golden Cat Eyes lingered on the unadorned steel sword for a few seconds, then suddenly became interested.

He didn't think Ailin would make the same basic mistake of slaying a demon with a steel sword again.

so...

This Balmor must have a special effect on the Wraith.

After killing the one-eyed monster, the sword in Ailin's hand seemed to be this Balmor... Vesemir gripped the silver sword in his hand, and his heart suddenly felt like it was being scratched by cat claws, unbearably itchy.

"Hahaha~" Vesemir pulled on the reins and shouted with great pride, "Then let's give it a try!"

"Yu—"

With a spur of his legs, Vesemir's warhorse neighed and charged towards the remaining two hundred or so demon spirits like a black lightning bolt.

But Ailin was not to be outdone. As soon as he heard the Witcher Master laugh, he spurred his warhorse and charged toward the demon horde.

The two witchers galloped off on horseback almost simultaneously, leaving behind their Guard Knight, who had boasted of dying for honor and to avoid bringing shame upon their families, lords, and comrades Golden Oak Kingdom of Cleaver, looking at each other in bewilderment.

A Monster Hunter Army soldier carrying a saddlebag glanced at the Specter Oil inside, then at the Guard Knight, then at the two departing Witchers, scratched his head, and asked:

"Sir Arthur, do you still want this Specter Oil?"

Arthur stared at the Witcher's retreating figure in silence for a long time.

Then, glancing back at the exhausted knights, he gently shook his head:

"No need, please take it back for me."

"Yes, Sir Arthur." The Monster Hunter Army soldiers turned and returned to their ranks.

Arthur glanced at the backs of the Monster Hunter Army soldiers, then looked up at the center of the battlefield.

He remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

"Are we really not going?" a Guard Knight crept up and asked in a low voice. "Didn't we say that for the sake of honor, we can't let our fallen comrades be disgraced?"

Arthur turned his head and glared at him:

"If you want to go, I'll allow you to go."

The Guard Knight gave an awkward smile and quickly said, "I don't want to go... I don't want to go... I was just asking... I was just asking..."

"Taking spoils and military achievements from our allies is no honor," Arthur explained softly.

Moreover, so many people died tonight; every single one less death is a blessing.

"Phew~"

After Arthur finished speaking, the Guard Knight breathed a sigh of relief. However, because so many people did this at the same time, their voices were surprisingly clear when they were combined.

They looked at each other, then burst into hearty laughter.

Yes, although I'm not afraid of death, as long as I have a choice...

If you can live a good life, who would want to die?

but.

There were over two hundred demon spirits, which was quite a lot, but none of the Guard Knight thought the two demon hunters would be in danger.

Instead, many knights began to discuss which of them would win, Master Vesemir or Master Ailin.

Eventually, they even opened a betting market.

Others, who weren't interested, looked at Mary, who was standing there dumbfounded, and muttered things like "May King," "May Queen," and "It's so good to be young."

As for the last ones...

They looked up at the sky and seemed to see their comrades laughing heartily as they drank strong liquor, toasting to their impending victory.

Meanwhile, the two witchers who were the focus of everyone's discussion also arrived at the battlefield at this moment.

Vesemir did not rush to start a massacre; his eyes remained fixed on Balmor in Ailin's hands.

Ailin confidently spotted a spirit that looked to be in good condition, spurred his horse, and accelerated...

"Whoosh~"

The sharp blade sliced through the air with a loud bang.

Their gazes simultaneously focused on the landing point.

The next moment.

The notched blade slammed into the demon's right arm.

"Pfft~"

Ailin's eyes widened immediately.

Balmor, like an ordinary steel sword, was deflected the demon by a thin layer of magic that felt like rubber the moment it struck the spirit.

"Hiss~"

Vesemir drew his sword just in time, cleaving the demon into sparks.

Then he looked at Ailin with a puzzled expression, and then glanced down at the ordinary steel sword in his hand...

The legendary sword of the hero Zartret Worutta...

That's it?

"Clang~"

Feeling the questioning gaze cast upon him by the Witcher Master beside him.

After recovering from his surprise, Ailin casually sheathed his sword and drew Elsa, which shimmered with Specter Oil blue light.

Then, ignoring Vesemir's gaze, he charged toward the next wraith without a word.

Thinking back to the boastful words I made before setting off.

Inside the unseen leather boot, someone's toes curled up awkwardly.

"Hiss~"

"Hiss~"

"Hiss~"

In an ambiguous silence, hundreds of green fireworks bloomed outside the city of Arland.

Each person had two bottles of Specter Oil, plus three or four charges...

"Bite!"

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