Farewell, Big-Eyed Evil God

Ailin felt a chill run down his spine, his hair standing on end.

However, he suppressed his instinctive fear and immediately took two steps closer, lowering his gaze to see the "Monster's Nest" below his eyes.

In an instant.

He felt every single hair on his head tremble and stand on end.

The exposed, pale bones and intricately woven muscle fibers supported countless crimson vertical pupils that coldly watched him.

On the side facing Ailin alone, there were nearly a thousand scarlet eyeballs.

However, the "Earl" had no holes on its body, and there were no caves for carnivorous creatures to crawl out of.

Only twenty or thirty smooth, gut-like tentacles grow from the bottom, curving regularly like the patterns on a scallop.

One by one, ghouls emerged from outside the valley, only to be crushed and disintegrated by tentacles without any resistance.

Then the eyeballs were swallowed up and grew on the mountain of flesh, blood sprayed out, filling the "textures," and bones naturally fell into the seemingly small but actually enormous pits between the "textures"...

The circles formed by the pits represent harmony, the tree-like tentacles represent growth, and the blood covering the ground represents vigorous life...

Ailin was terrified.

He actually understood the monster.

They were wrong!

"The Earl" is not Monster's Nest at all, but a living ritual.

So bloody! So barbaric! So twisted!

"Eek!"

The biting pressure was like the howling winds of the Arctic, sweeping over everything.

"Run!"

He shouted loudly.

Almost the instant he opened his mouth, Vesemir drew his silver sword, turned around, and ran back to the dense forest he had come from.

"Is that the ' Earl '?"

As he ran, he took out the Necrophage Oil and poured it onto the silver sword.

Ailin opened her mouth, but didn't have time to speak.

"Rumble~"

The sound of flesh writhing in his mind suddenly rang out, like thunder, making his head buzz and dizzy. If Vesemir hadn't caught him, he would have fallen off the ridge.

The Monster's Nest in other directions also accelerated their crawling speed.

"Ailin!" Vesemir shouted, grabbing the back of his leather armor and weaving through the dense forest with its jagged, sprawling branches.

The howling mountain wind brought an exceptionally foul smell.

"I'm fine!" Ailin shook his head, gesturing for Vesemir to put him down.

"That's the ' Earl,' and..." Ailin gritted his teeth, forcing the words out, "And it's not the ' Monster's Nest '..."

The familiar big eyes, the familiar oppressive aura, and the familiar gaze...

This feeling was all too "familiar" to him.

"That's Evil God!"

"Vesemir, that's the Evil God who cursed me!"

Ailin shouted.

Vesemir paused slightly, and the veins on his hand gripping the hilt of the silver sword became visibly prominent.

"Go back first..." He turned to Ailin and only managed to utter two words.

"Roar!!!"

The roars of the monsters were like a landslide and a tsunami, coming from all directions.

The branches and leaves swayed, and the dust and gravel on the ground trembled as they rose and fell.

The entire Mahakam mountain range was trembling.

Such a massive display clearly intended to leave them all here, turning them into flesh and bones to summon the Evil God.

The two witchers stopped talking and focused on running away.

The footsteps of the ghouls grew closer, and Ailin reached back with his right hand, about to grasp Elsa.

"Buzz~ Buzz~"

Balmor began to buzz anxiously and offered the hilt of his sword to him.

Obviously.

Those big eyes excited Balmor.

"Clang!"

Ailin paused for a moment, but without hesitation, he drew Balmor, took out Sword Oil, poured it out, and swung his sword to spread it evenly, all in one smooth motion.

Then, activate the magic.

Slightly bend your thumb and forefinger and draw a triangle in front of you.

The pale golden light shone brightly on the dark red Wolf School Master Set's Leather Armor.

Once all preparations were complete, the two witchers ran in unison to a clearing with a towering cliff behind them.

These were the items the two witchers had chosen on the way here, just in case; they never expected they would actually need them.

Who would have thought that just glancing at the "Earl" would cause such a commotion?

When he went up the mountain, Ailin still held the idea of achieving his goal in one fell swoop.

After all, back in Moin Village, the Monster's Nest was just the Monster's Nest. The problem for Vesemir and Arthur was simply that they couldn't find a few of the core masterminds of the Monster's Nest.

Although he didn't have the bomb recipes for the honeycomb, foehn, and dancing star bombs, he did instruct Vesemir and Arthur to bring the traditional method used in the modern world to deal with Monster's Nest — the Dwarven Bomb.

A bomb made from high-explosive dwarf gunpowder mixed with a flammable and explosive mixture similar to petroleum alcohol.

That's a huge thing, it's still on Vesemir's back.

Seven witchers and one Witcher Master will find a suitable place to attract attention, and then Ailin will use the Mirage Pearl to steal the chicken and destroy "The Earl".

A simple yet sophisticated tactic.

But who knew that above "Baron" there was "Viscount", and above "Viscount" was "Earl".

The monsters around the "Viscount" were so dense that there was nowhere to step.

Even so, this situation can still be resolved by having a "Good Girl".

Exposing the Greater Griffin to Arthur isn't a big problem.

But then it got involved with Evil God...

This is where being a "Good Girl" won't work.

As they passed an altar built from the heads of the Lesser Monsters, Drowner Brain, they were spotted by Evil God.

Not to mention the destruction of the "Earl" as originally planned.

If we don't take some preventative measures...

Who knows what will happen once we get close to the "Earl"?

Evil God are disgusting "monsters," like a foul-smelling muddy swamp. Anyone who passes by will always lose something or take something with them.

Moreover, the closer you get, the more trouble you'll encounter.

Therefore, Ailin's expectations dropped again and again. After deducing that the "Earl" was related to the Evil God, he completely gave up the idea of getting close to the "Earl" and destroying the Monster's Nest.

They immediately drove Arthur and several young witchers away.

Fortunately, that's how it is; otherwise, with so many people, it would be almost impossible for the "Good Girl" to be taken away all at once, leading to unforeseen circumstances.

"Luckily, we drove Arthur and Ernie away, otherwise we would still be thinking about how to protect them." Vesemir stood on the flat rock, his dark golden Cat Eyes staring at the trembling dense forest ahead, his sword held horizontally.

"Has the ' Good Girl ' arrived?" He tilted his head slightly.

"They're here, but they won't arrive for a while." Ailin nodded slightly, estimating the location of the Greater Griffin in his mind.

Seven days ago, the Greater Griffin sent him to Arland and then went back to incubate his eggs.

However, Vengerberg is only an hour or two's flight from here, and the Greater Griffin was already waiting for his call in a safe place nearby.

Ailin looked around at the surrounding terrain. "We've chosen a good spot."

"That's good." Vesemir breathed a sigh of relief.

"Rumble~"

The ground trembled more and more violently, and the Witcher's keen eyesight could already see the swaying dark red and the deathly pale like corpses in the gaps between the shadows cast by the canopy of trees.

"Get ready, Ailin!" Vesemir gripped his silver sword tightly. "Before the ' Good Girl ' arrives, there's another great battle!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

"Click~"

The sounds of cracking, layer upon layer, grew closer and closer.

Suddenly.

A dark shadow approached, accompanied by a violent explosion.

Ailin and Vesemir leaped to the sides in perfect unison.

The thick tree brushed against their cheeks and crashed down the cliff.

"Roar!"

Giant Ghoul covered in black spikes, its claws gleaming coldly, followed closely behind the tree, reaching for Ailin.

"When!"

Ailin blocked with his sword, using the momentum to leap backward while twisting his waist and turning his body.

A flash of sharp, cold light.

"Pfft~"

In mid-air, he swung his sword and cleaved the Ghoul behind him, whose mouth was wide open and had a foul stench, in two.

Then its deep blue Cat Eyes glanced left and right.

Upon landing, it rolls sideways with the momentum.

Then, he bent his right middle finger and pushed it sharply to the right side of his body.

Alde Sign.

"Bang!"

Two terrifying-looking Rotfiend were blown away by the semi-transparent psychic power and crashed into the Giant Ghoul.

The incandescent fire serpent caught up with the Rotfiend and quickly ignited the Rotfiend -smelling gas emanating from its body.

The Giant Ghoul stared in horror at the sight.

Long, spiked arms protected his head.

"Boom!"

A burst of intense flames erupted.

In the blink of an eye, the two Rotfiend were blown to pieces.

The Giant Ghoul not only had half of its arm blown off by the powerful aftershocks of the explosion, revealing its stark white bones.

Losing its balance, it even flipped backward.

Just then, Vesemir, who had just killed two Ghoul, seized the opportunity, spun around, and with one sword stroke, severed the Giant Ghoul's other intact arm and left leg.

"Roar~"

The Giant Ghoul opened its foul, yellow maw and howled in pain, its massive, hateful eyes fixed on Vesemir, ready to tear him apart.

"Phew~"

A figure suddenly burst out from the smoke and dust kicked up by the explosion.

With lightning speed, he swung his sword down.

"Pfft~"

The hideous head rolled to the ground.

The filthy, reddish-brown blood, emitting a putrid stench, stained the glossy gray stone floor red.

"Great teamwork!"

After giving a soft exclamation of praise, Vesemir spun around again, slaying two attacking Ghoul with a single sword strike, and then leaned back.

"Boom!"

In the explosion of light that ignited the three Rotfiend with the Igni Sign of Ailin.

He was back-to-back with Ailin, swords held horizontally across his chest, his gaze passing through the Giant Ghoul's corpse and looking into the dark forest.

Feeling the solid touch behind him, Ailin smiled, also feeling that the fight just now had been incredibly smooth.

In less than half a minute, a Giant Ghoul, two Rotfiend, and three Ghoul died under the swords of the two Witcher Master.

Even though the Giant Ghoul is considered the weakest among large monsters, it is still quite formidable.

Based on this calculation, two Witcher Master working together can kill 120 Giant Ghoul in an hour.

Soloing seven Monster's Nest doesn't seem to be a big problem.

However, neither Ailin nor Vesemir would think that way, given the constant roars around them.

If monsters are really weak, they'll be happy if they're in groups.

Moreover, the Giant Ghoul's strength lies not in its combat power, but in its intelligence, just like now...

"Roar~"

Another Giant Ghoul, accompanied by his minions, burst out of the forest.

However, it did not rush to attack.

Its blood-red eyes darted around the corpse on the ground, then the Giant Ghoul bared its yellowish teeth and quietly took a few steps back.

It commanded a dozen or so Ghoul and Rotfiend to block its path.

Furthermore, noticing the marks on the decapitated Giant Ghoul's corpse, several Rotfiend were ordered to take a few steps north, forming an equilateral triangle with the Giant Ghoul and the Ghoul.

"What a cunning fellow!" Ailin sighed, then recalled the first Giant Ghoul he had chased for ages before finally managing to behead it. "Giant Ghoul are truly disgusting!"

In the time it takes to sigh.

Another Giant Ghoul, accompanied by its "followers," roared as it charged wildly out of the dense forest.

We can't wait any longer!

With a thought, Ailin quietly slipped his left hand into the reagent bag while gently nudging his back.

The very next second.

The two Witcher Master, working in perfect unison, charged toward the two Giant Ghoul from the left and right respectively.

"North wind!"

Ailin called out, reminding Vesemir.

Beneath the gloomy, dark clouds, two glass bottles, shimmering with a deep blue light, pierced the air and flew swiftly toward the two Giant Ghoul.

The two Giant Ghoul instinctively jumped back, dodging the North Wind Bomb.

Unfortunately, it's useless!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two bottles of blue potion hit the center of the ghouls the instant they landed.

The ignorant Giant Ghoul, its eyes darting around, stared blankly at the point of impact, completely unaware of what had happened.

The next second.

"Phew~"

The wind howled.

The biting cold air instantly whipped up the sand and gravel at the edge of the open space.

"Ling~ Ling~"

The snow-white frost appeared abruptly from where the north wind landed and quickly spread to the surrounding area.

Before the two Giant Ghoul and several other Ghoul could react, they were overtaken by the spreading frost.

The next moment.

All thirty-odd ghouls were frozen into blocks of ice.

This isn't over yet.

Almost the instant the north wind spread, Ailin and Vesemir rushed into the center of the ghoul's ice sculpture, the point where the north wind would land.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, alternating between them.

The force of rotation originates from the arch of the foot and travels straight to the waist.

The sword rang out clearly, its gleam dancing in the dim light.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty Ghoul shattered into blue, red, and purple fragments, which clattered and fell onto the gray-white rock platform.

"Click~"

"Click~"

The two Giant Ghoul, frozen solid, struggled desperately, their pupils trembling with terror.

But they could only watch helplessly as the chilling light that froze their souls drew ever closer.

"Roar--"

The roar of terror abruptly broke through the azure Ice Crystals, and the creature with its bright red eyes fell from its body covered in black spikes.

However, this time the two witchers didn't have time for back-to-back mutual flattery.

As soon as the longsword left the Giant Ghoul's head, five Giant Ghoul, each accompanied by a large number of Ghoul and Rotfiend, rushed out of the dense forest.

Behind them, just a dozen steps away, was an even larger horde of Giant Ghoul.

Not only that!

"Knock knock knock!"

The heavy footsteps seemed to shake the heavens and earth.

A monster, taller than a Giant Ghoul, with pale skin covered in scarlet spikes, its body shrouded in filthy, scarlet gas, charged straight at them, crushing thick birch Ghoul as easily as thin branches, like a mountain of flesh.

"Spiked Fiend!"

Vesemir's dark golden Cat Eyes widened suddenly, and he roared in terror.

"Ailin, run!!!"