The Evil God's Gift

"Spiked Fiend?" Ailin's eyes widened instantly. "This is Spiked Fiend?!"

The world of The Witcher is always surprisingly simple and unadorned compared to the game of the same name he played in his previous life.

The strength of a monster can be discerned at a glance, especially for ghouls... such as Giant Ghoul.

In the game, although the Giant Ghoul is called "giant", it is actually about the same size as a regular Ghoul. The only difference is that it appears larger because of the "mohawk"-like spikes sticking out from its back.

As a result, when Ailin transmigrated to this world, he was two people taller than him. When he was on all fours, he was about the size of a two-story building. The ground would tremble when he ran. He could truly be called a "giant" Ghoul.

Different Giant Ghoul can vary considerably in size.

The larger the size, the stronger the power, agility, and magical influence, and the more difficult it is to deal with.

The characteristic that size equals strength is fully demonstrated by monsters like ghouls.

But he never expected that the Spiked Fiend, which was considered a high- Rotfiend in the original work and was about the height of a person and would explode when it was about to die, would be so big!

"Rumble~"

The earth trembled violently.

The enormous, crimson figure crashed down like a small mountain, smashing through all the trees and shrubs along its path and leaving deep craters in the ground.

Look at those bright red bone spikes that look thicker than his thigh from afar. If one of them hits him when the Spiked Fiend explodes, it would probably cut him in half.

The pungent, sour stench was carried by the strong wind and howled in; even from twenty or thirty meters away, exposed skin felt like it was on fire.

The four Giant Ghoul that had been charging forward were forced to retreat due to the overwhelming force, leaving only the Ghoul and the Rotfiend to continue charging towards the two Witcher Master.

"Is the Spiked Fiend always this big?"

"Or is this a special breed produced by the big-eyed Evil God?"

Two questions popped into Ailin's mind.

certainly.

His thoughts flashed by in an instant, like the flickering of a candle flame, without affecting his actions in the slightest.

As he spun around to the side, the magic within his Mutated Organ surged, and he flicked his right middle finger forward with a sudden thrust.

Alde Sign.

"Bang!"

The translucent psychic wave instantly froze the Rotfiend in the north wind, along with the corpses of the carnivorous creatures shattered into countless Ice Crystals, and blew them toward the charging Spiked Fiend.

A blazing fire serpent, precisely timed, darted out from Ailin's side.

The pale frost on the Rotfiend's body melted away in an instant.

"Chirp—"

The Rotfiend only had time to let out a few strange roars.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One after another, flames burst into flame in an instant, emitting a blinding white light.

Trees break and trees fall.

The blast of the explosion whipped up smoke and dust, engulfing everything in front of them.

Is he dead?

Ailin took a step back to dodge the lunging Ghoul, and the thought had barely crossed his mind when his right arm was suddenly grabbed.

"Run!"

Vesemir grabbed him and yelled, then, ignoring Ailin's reaction, swung his sword and killed several Ghoul blocking his way before dragging him toward the edge of the ridge.

Just then.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a clump of rotting flesh covered in sharp spikes burst out of the smoke.

Spiked Fiend!

The explosion from the eight Rotfiend failed to leave even the slightest mark on its pale, rotting flesh-like body.

Only a few suspicious, dark red chunks of meat clung to the spikes, swaying precariously.

It bared its sharp teeth, dripping with foul-smelling saliva, and opened its two blood-red claws, lunging forward with a suffocating aura.

"Roar!"

In a daze, it felt as if the entire Mahakam was rushing towards him.

Unrivaled! Unstoppable!

In a flash, Ailin dispelled the psychological pressure brought on by the intense elemental favor and quickly glanced at the cliff below to his right.

The long river, shimmering with sparkling waves, resembles a thin white thread.

Ailin retreated using Vesemir's force, then swiftly took out a bottle of azure potion with his right hand, snapped off the bottle's neck, and drank the potion in one gulp.

"Let me go!" Ailin shouted.

Six months of working together and fighting side by side have given the two Witcher Master an excellent tacit understanding.

The pulling force behind him vanished instantly without hesitation.

Then Ailin watched helplessly as the monstrous face of the Spiked Fiend drew ever closer.

His eyes were bloodshot and his sclera were covered with tiny blood vessels. Yellow saliva clung to his sharp teeth, which were clenched at the corners of his eyes.

Demon Hunter

Cold emotions dominate thinking.

Ailin was multitasking, using his Divine Power to subtly instruct Vesemir to run away from him, while simultaneously concentrating his thoughts...

The adrenal medulla on both sides of the waist instantly secreted pheromones, and the brain suddenly became cold.

The roars of the ghouls around him were drawn out, and the filthy legs of the Spiked Fiend, which had been swinging in a blur, slowed down instantly.

Ailin seized the opportunity presented by the blizzard's "time freeze" effect, moving even slower than the Spiked Fiend...

He turned sideways, bent over, squatted down... and then stomped hard on the gray-white stone slab floor.

After a series of fluid movements, he leaped behind the Spiked Fiend, his legs barely touching its long, menacing shape.

The sharp hooks on the back of the Spiked Fiend's calves were just a hair's breadth away from slicing through his nose.

Ailin gasped for breath.

A burning, stinging sensation, as if corroded, came from my nasal cavity.

So he held his breath, and as soon as his left hand, which was not holding the sword, left the Spiked Fiend's crotch, he bent his right middle finger...

"Roar!"

Time suddenly returned to normal.

The roars and howls rose and fell, echoing once again through the mountains and forests.

"Pfft~"

The Spiked Fiend's bright red claws suddenly missed, squeezing out the air and creating a howling wind, causing its body to instantly lose its balance and lean forward.

However, it was still two meters from the cliff, so it was able to correct its position in time.

But at this time.

"Bang!"

The distorted wave of psychic energy struck the Spiked Fiend's buttocks unexpectedly.

The rotting, pale tissue caved in with lightning speed; the immense force shattered its hope of rebuilding its balance, causing it to flip violently upside down.

"Thump!"

With a loud crash, the Spiked Fiend's forehead smashed a piece of the cliff, and it plummeted off the cliff, baring its fangs and claws.

"Ailin, well done!" Vesemir's joyful voice came from beside him.

But Ailin didn't have time to turn her head to look.

Three more Giant Ghoul, along with their ghoul retinue, pounced on the Spiked Fiend as it fell off the cliff.

He remained calm, taking two steps back to rejoin Vesemir, who had just killed several more Ghoul.

Then, while cautiously using Ald to push away the weaker Ghoul, creating footholds and gaps for maneuvering, he seized the opportunity to ignite the Rotfiend, push away this human bomb, and inflict massive damage on the Giant Ghoul and the horde of ghoul creatures, thereby reaping the Giant Ghoul's life.

After the Spiked Fiend was pushed off the cliff by Ailin, the Witcher regained the initiative.

Even so.

The ghouls continued to encroach on the narrow clearing at the edge of the cliff.

Later on, the Giant Ghoul even learned their lesson and stopped sending out Rotfiend, or even going into battle themselves.

They cunningly hide in the forest, where specialized Ghoul drain their energy and take up their hiding space.

They clearly felt that the enemy had nowhere to escape, so they decided to reduce their own consumption and try to wear them down.

Compared to Ghoul, Rotfiend and Giant Ghoul are likely more expensive and harder to synthesize as "wealth".

in addition.

The same loud noise as when the previous Spiked Fiend fell off the cliff came from the forest, but it stopped abruptly halfway there, allowing the two demon hunters to relax and breathe a sigh of relief.

Reality is not like an NPC in a game; it has no memory.

The same terrain-based kill might be able to deal with a second Spiked Fiend, but it definitely won't work against a third, or any other large demon of the same level.

It's just unknown whether conserving "resources" is the work of Evil God or a cunning Giant Ghoul lurking nearby.

At this point, Ailin and Vesemir exchanged a glance and were quite pleased with it.

Just in case, they gradually reduced the frequency of their hand seals, pretending to be exhausted and on the verge of collapse.

Then, not long after.

"Bah!"

A familiar cry echoed in my mind.

Ailin was immediately jolted, and his azure Cat Eyes widened instantly.

"Pfft~"

With a wave of his hand, Ald blew away seven or eight Ghoul.

"Vesemir!" Ailin called out, turning his head.

The Witcher Master was covered in filthy blood, with suspicious dark red chunks of flesh slowly sliding off his leather armor. His hair was matted, and as he swung his sword and moved, drops of blood were flung out. His face was so filthy that his features were completely unrecognizable. He was both disheveled and incredibly ferocious.

However, Ailin knew that he must be in the same state now, because he had also killed so many that he could no longer smell the stench in the air.

"Ailin?"

Vesemir, also an Ald, blew away the Ghoul in front of him.

"The Good Girl has arrived!" Ailin whispered.

He saw the bright, dark gold Cat Eyes on the bloodied face, expanding with exceptional clarity.

Vesemir glanced sideways, his gaze passing over the Ghoul crawling from the bloody carcasses and landing on the forest.

The Giant Ghoul in the forest, with its huge red eyes, peeked out from behind a tree, seemingly wondering why the two witchers, who had already fallen into the dinner plate, had suddenly become so excited after so long.

The ferocious face seemed extremely stupid to Vesemir at this moment.

"How do I get there?" he asked.

"Come with me!"

Ailin's eyes darted around, and before Vesemir could react, he grabbed him by the back of the collar and sprinted towards the cliff.

"Ailin?"

"Ailin?!"

"Ailin!!!"

Vesemir's dark golden Cat Eyes narrowed in horror, and he instinctively roared.

He could certainly guess what Ailin was planning to do.

But the cliffs and precipices rapidly magnified before our eyes, and the Kobul River, which originates from the Mahakam Mountains and is known for its width, remained motionless, appearing as small as a thin thread.

The intense danger warning from his Witcher instinct sent chills down his spine.

No!

Is Greater Griffin that has only been tamed for less than half a month really that reliable?

This is a cliff nearly a thousand meters high; the Quen Sign isn't very effective against fall injuries... "Ah!!!"

"Tread!"

Before the ghouls could react, accompanied by Vesemir's extremely unwilling scream, Ailin slammed his right foot on the broken end left by the Spiked Fiend and leaped into the air.

It blends into the gloomy, monotonous sky.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The roars of ghouls echoed behind us.

The Giant Ghoul then realized what had happened and, leading the Ghoul and the Rotfiend, rushed swiftly from the forest toward the cliff.

Just as they bent down, their eyes following the foolish offering originally intended for the gods...

"Bah!"

Just as the furious, powerful cry echoed from the sky, a massive black shadow descended from the heavens with an imposing aura.

A fierce wind followed, blowing dozens of carnivorous creatures off the cliff.

The remaining Giant Ghoul were so frightened that they quickly retreated, and when they tried to peek out again...

"Bah!"

The Greater Griffin had already swooped down into the sky and disappeared into the thick dark clouds.

——

[Slay the monster horde "Giant Ghoul" Lv61 and "Spiked Fiend" Lv73!]

[Rewards Settlement: Victory over the enemy, base rating D, kill above level +3 to C, decapitation strike deterrence +3 to B, victory against overwhelming odds +3 to A]

Final rating: A

[Loot obtained: Spiked Fiend's Heart Essence Fluid *1, Giant Ghoul Heart Essence Fluid *7, Ghoul Heart Essence Fluid *32, Rotfiend Heart Essence Fluid *33, Experience Orbs *12, Spiked Fiend's Chest *5, Giant Ghoul's Chest *5, Ghoul's Chest *5, Rotfiend's Chest *5]

[Ding! Hunting Quest: Spiked Fiend (Spiked Fiend killed 0/10) has been activated. Accept?]

"Could you choose a safer method next time?"

Vesemir stared at him, his face pale, his hands gripping the Greater Griffin's black feathers tightly.

He is a seasoned Witcher Master.

In order to hunt monsters, he once climbed the steepest Dragon Mountains in the Northern Continent.

But he had never tried it before, without any protection, letting himself free fall from a height of nearly a thousand meters.

"I'll definitely do it next time!"

Ailin shook his head almost imperceptibly, casually accepted the hunting mission, and quickly turned his back to Vesemir's resentful gaze, bringing up the Witcher's Handbook with a thought.

Hunting Quest: Ghoul I (92/100 Ghoul killed)

Hunting Quest: Rotfiend I (Kill 33/50 Rotfiend)

[Hunting Quest: Giant Ghoul I (Kill 8/10 Giant Ghoul)]

"Phew~"

Looking at the near-completion numbers on the mission panel, Ailin finally breathed a sigh of relief and was completely at ease.

While hunting the ghouls, he kept track of the number of prey he had killed.

He left the Ghoul to Vesemir to kill, simply using the Alde Sign to push them away, and even reserved a quantity for each type of ghoul, lest he inadvertently complete the hunting mission.

Who would have thought that the Greater Griffin's last wing would directly knock away several Giant Ghoul and Ghoul?

Unlike Vesemir, the Good Girl counts all the monsters she kills as Ailin's kills.

Oh my god!

Even now, thinking back on it, he still feels a chill.

This is not the right time to summon the Conjunction of the Spheres.

What came out were familiar large monsters of the ghoul type, like the Drowners King. They were all familiar monsters and easy to deal with.

If what emerges is an even more powerful demon, like the One-Eyed Nekker, and he doesn't have time to kill it while he's stunned by the Conjunction of the Spheres, and if he's bewitched by the Great-Eyed Evil God, the already unfavorable start will be completely ruined.

Seeing Ailin tilt his head in "apology" and promise to apologize, Vesemir nodded with satisfaction.

Once he had fully recovered from the shock of freefall, he adjusted the "Dwarven Bomb" on his back and frowned as he looked at the layers of gloomy clouds behind him.

"Ailin, are we just going to leave like this?"