A Fierce Battle with the Big-Eyed Evil God!

Throwers were not professional soldiers, not even the kind of country peasants that nobles would conscript in times of war.

He is from the city and lives in the lower city of Arland, in a very ordinary shack near the city gate.

He once joined the army, and he bought the shack in Xiacheng District with the military salary given by Old Duke.

Of course, the thrower is not called the thrower. He has a name, but no one has ever asked for his name except the registered priestess. Probably everyone knows that these people of theirs are mortal.

There is no need to know the name of a dead person.

He made a living by carrying goods, and he often used the skill of flying rocks to kill birds that he had practiced since he was a child to supplement his family income. No one in Arland could shoot more accurately and steadily than him.

He had no particular fondness for the witcher who was later knighted.

Because one of his children died on the night of May Festival.

But he wouldn't hate him, because he couldn't blame the witcher who was only a few years older than his dead child.

He just couldn't connect the young boy with his arms around his beloved girl on May Festival, who was so smitten but shy that he couldn't even kiss her, with the increasingly distant and detached hero in the tavern.

Saving the world is not what children should do, that is the responsibility of adults.

So here he is.

Even if the city guards who came to recruit were in a hurry, they just shouted a few times in the crowd to recruit some strong men who could throw accurately, and then left...

Even if the priestess at the recruitment office is stupidly honest and even explains the process that is almost certain to lead to death, she is afraid that the people who are recruited will not know whether there is a way back or not...

Even though he still has an ordinary-looking but gentle wife and two naughty children...

Of course.

The more important reason why he came even though he knew there was a high probability that he would die was because they couldn't escape.

When the army left Arland, gorgeous carriages lined up from the city gate to the upper city.

Leaving is a privilege, a right reserved only for noble lords and wealthy businessmen.

The poor cannot escape and can only pretend that nothing will happen and live normally in the city, waiting for a bolt from the blue or a clear sky.

That's how it used to be.

Just like after May Festival, many houses in the upper city area were empty, but there were more people in the lower city area.

But it's different now.

Since he knows how to throw and is Arland's best thrower, and Arland's future, the future of his wife and children will be decided in this war, then he has no reason to leave the fate of himself and his relatives to those who are inferior to him.

No man likes to see his child die in front of him, but is helpless and can only cry loudly, especially when this experience may happen a second time.

So he said goodbye to his wife and children, and under the eyes of his children looking at heroes, he set out on a journey to his possible end.

As for what will happen to his wife and children after he dies?

He believed in Old Duke. Although he was also a noble, Duke Mason had never let his subjects down, not to mention the temple as a guarantee.

Naturally, it is better to live without dying.

It's just that a child under fourteen years old can really play with explosives better than a dwarf?

"Failed?"

The throwing hand looked nervously at the squirming flesh not far away.

Monster's Nest didn't react at all, it was still spitting out Ghoul crazily, and when it sensed the enemy's approach, it spit out Ghoul faster and faster.

"Paji~Paji~"

On the ground near Monster's Nest, there were Ghoul covered in mucus and struggling to stand up.

However, they were quickly slaughtered one by one by the surrounding soldiers holding light blades.

"Sure enough..."

"How can a small thing that can be held with five fingers be compared to the big guy of a dwarf?"

he thought.

Seeing that there was no movement from Monster's Nest for so long, the thrower took a deep breath. Sure enough, he couldn't put too much hope in a fourteen-year-old child.

Suppressing the throbbing caused by his dashed hope and the thoughts of his wife and children flashing in his mind, he unloaded Dwarven Bomb, held him in his arms, tilted his head and said to Sala:

"Help me clear the way..."

"Shh~"

Sala frowned and placed his index finger on his lips.

"Pfft~"

A soft sound like a bubble bursting came from Monster's Nest.

The thrower realized something and suddenly turned his head to look at Monster's Nest.

"Gulu——"

Monster's Nest twitched violently, and the naked flesh and blood seemed to be spasming.

Immediately afterwards, countless unformed pieces of meat and fishy mucus were spit out.

A burst of white smoke came out.

Monster's Nest has completely lost its interest.

"Is this... a success?" The throwing hand picked up the heavy Dwarven Bomb blankly.

"Of course!" Sala patted the throwing hand's shoulder hard, "Sir Ailin has never disappointed anyone. Let's go to the next Monster's Nest."

The thrower took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.

He knew he could survive.

And like him, everyone who volunteered to risk the city guard's throwing hand would be able to survive.

As long as they can banish that damn Evil God from their world.

"By the way, what's your name?" Sala suddenly asked after escorting him back to the main army.

"Lawson Roche, Lord Sala."

"Very good!" Sala patted his shoulder again, "Good luck always favors brave soldiers. Return to the team quickly, Lawson Roche!"

"It actually works..."

Vesemir listened to the roaring cheers from the ground and turned his head to look at Ailin in surprise.

"I remember that your inspiration seemed to come suddenly after hunting monsters."

"Honeycomb Bomb, what kind of monster did the inspiration come from?"

he asked curiously.

To be honest, when Vesemir found Ianna with Necrophage Oil and Honeycomb Bomb, he thought Honeycomb Bomb was a complement to Dwarven Bomb.

Even if Ailin emphasized to him, Honeycomb Bomb should be able to blow up Monster's Nest.

After all, according to common sense, Dwarven Bomb should be more powerful among two bombs that are almost thirty to forty times different in weight.

But no matter what, it was worth it if three or four Honeycomb Bombs could blow up a Monster's Nest. Time was tight, and if that didn't work, he could still use Dwarven Bomb, so he followed the instructions on how to use Ailin. He didn't expect that one Monster's Nest could be destroyed by one.

"It's Monster's Nest," Ailin opened his eyes and told lies, "I just see you in the daytime and it's very inconvenient to carry Dwarven Bomb on my back, so..."

"Wait!"

He suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his vision, and suddenly stopped talking and looked at the ground.

After observing carefully for a few seconds, he said in surprise:

"Moving!"

"The corpse-eating creature near Summoning Ritual finally moved!"

Not long after the first Monster's Nest was blown up, the originally motionless Summoning Ritual suddenly started to move.

"Roar!"

The horrifying and crazy howl tore through the night sky, causing the towering mountains to sway, and the sound rose and fell, trembling endlessly.

From the perspective of Cat Eye Potion, the valley where Summoning Ritual is located is filled with expanding smoke and dust, which can be seen clearly even from high in the sky.

"Rumble~"

The ground was shaking, as if thousands of troops were galloping among the mountains of Mahakam.

"Good Girl, fly lower! Come closer!" Ailin patted Greater Griffin on the back of the neck.

With a clear cry, Greater Griffin passed through the sparse clouds and fell.

"Avoid that high tower, don't be caught by Evil God's eyes..." Vesemir reminded from the side.

Ailin nodded slightly and ordered Greater Griffin to avoid the elf-style spire.

In fact, this is not difficult, because when Evil God chose the place of descent, it seemed that he had surveyed it in advance. There were extremely high peaks on both sides of the valley, and they seemed to have been drilled through, forming an arc that blocked the scenery in the valley.

Or maybe it was really penetrated by someone. Ain Sheidi calls himself Mountain Folk, and he likes to build secluded palaces and towers between peaks and valleys.

Therefore, the angle from which the ritual body can be visually viewed is very narrow, almost only the small area perpendicular to the valley.

to be honest.

If Ailin hadn't used Primal Tongue and asked directly, even if he rode Greater Griffin to search in the sky, he might not be able to find Summoning Ritual's hiding place.

However, during the Evil God ceremony, two demon hunters were discovered during the day, seemingly because their sights fell on the huge eyeballs under the elf tower.

Therefore Ailin is still extra careful.

Mahakam The jagged peaks are only black outlines in the dark blue night.

Darkness spread from it, and they seemed to be falling into a huge mire.

"Rumble~"

The ground was shaking, as if thousands of troops were galloping through the mountains.

The closer you get to Mahakam, the more you can feel the fury of the earth.

"Ianna They are in danger!" Vesemir pointed at the other wing of Greater Griffin and frowned.

The cheers soaring to the sky stopped at some point.

When Ailin looked along the direction of Vesemir's finger, he found...

Six Monster's Nest.

The second Monster's Nest, who had been transporting the corpse-eating creatures to the mouth of the valley, suddenly ordered the corpse-eating creatures to shrink around Monster's Nest.

The other five have increased the transport of corpse-eating creatures, especially the last two "Viscount".

Around the pitch-black mountain of meat that towered above the ground, the densely packed corpse-eating creatures had disappeared.

Only Ghoul kept being spit out from the mountain of meat. After throwing away the viscous liquid on the ground, he quickly caught up with the attacking army.

"Cunning monsters!" Vesemir yelled, "Those monsters did not intend to let Ianna and the others pull out Monster's Nest one by one, but planned to eliminate them all at the second 'Baron'."

Cunning indeed.

But in reality, there is no way that everything is as balanced as in previous games.

When you leave the Novice Village, if there are monsters from the Novice Village, the Demon King's City must be on the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, or sixth floors. Warriors can only defeat one level to advance to the next.

Hundred Fruit Garden level one, Velen level five, Novigrad ten, Skellige sixteen...

No.

There are overflowing water ghosts all over the continent, and vampires don't just stay in Toussaint.

As long as we deviate from the roads opened between cities by our ancestors, the mountains and forests will be full of robbers, murderers and Ghoul...

Often just after leaving the Novice Village, a wave of big beasts would come. The Demon King would wander around the map and randomly select a city to destroy.

But, at least for now...

"This is not a bad thing..."

"Huh?" Vesemir turned back sharply, his eyes widening.

Ailin explained, "The guy who directed it was smart. Although he didn't know whether he was directing a certain Giant Ghoul or Evil God, he didn't know that Divine Art had a time limit."

"Don't forget."

"Although it would be better if Ianna could lead the human coalition to eliminate all Monster's Nest, they are not actually required to do that step."

Vesemir's dark gold Cat Eyes lit up. "Yes, now is the time when Divine Art's effect is strongest. The more corpse-eating creatures gathered at Ianna, the fewer there will be at the ceremony."

"It's better to say it is like this now, which is more beneficial to us."

"But..."

He paused. "In this short period of time, the casualties will become greater and greater..."

War always kills people.

Even with Divine Art, the soldiers led by Ianna are not invincible.

In just that moment, Ailin had already seen many soldiers, who died under the sharp teeth and fangs of the monster because their Divine Art was consumed by the continuous attacks.

"So it's up to us."

Ailin took a deep breath and pointed to the other side.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, the valley where Summoning Ritual was located was empty.

After the first Monster's Nest was solved, "Evil God" didn't know whether he was blinded by rage or was really "smart". He seemed to be determined to solve all future offenders.

"Vesemir, it's our turn to fight this battle!"

The azure and dark gold beast eyes looked at each other.

"Yeah!" Vesemir nodded vigorously.

"Qiang!"

The silver sword is unsheathed!

The cold light of the sword reflected the cold moonlight.

Vesemir habitually reached into the reagent bag with his right hand, wanting to take out Necrophage Oil and apply it, but found that Ailin had already handed over three bottles of oily potion that was as red as blood.

"Enhanced Necrophage Oil." He said.

"Better than Necrophage Oil?" Vesemir took Sword Oil and looked at it curiously.

"It should be much more powerful than Necrophage Oil."

"Should?"

"Yes, it should be." Ailin's right hand paused on Balmor for a moment. After finding that it did not show any excitement, he sighed and took out Elsa. "After refining it, this is the first time I have used it."

Vesemir applied Sword Oil's hand carefully, paused for a moment, and hesitated in mid-air.

"Never used it once?" he asked tentatively.

How could an unused alchemical product be put to practical use for the first time at such an important time?

The next thing to deal with is Evil God, and possibly other powerful corpse-eating creatures. Every bit of help is crucial.

After applying Sword Oil, Ailin watched with satisfaction for a second, as if he had just seen the bloody blade.

Seeing that Vesemir was still doubtful, he explained, "Don't worry, it will definitely be easier to use than Necrophage Oil."

"I used it for the first time because it was relatively expensive. Either I didn't find a suitable partner or I forgot about it for a while."

Vesemir saw Ailin's face full of promise, and doubtfully applied Enhanced Necrophage Oil on the silver sword.

The battle is about to begin, and he won't ask any more questions at this time.

Wait until the two demon hunters have everything ready.

Almost all the corpse-eating creatures have arrived on the battlefield, intertwined with the human army, and fought fiercely.

The dark forest was devastated.

Countless trees were bulldozed by Spiked Fiend, and Sorceress's flames, thunder, frost and boulders raged among flesh and blood.

The shouts of killing filled the sky and seemed to break through the white clouds in the sky.

"Almost!" Vesemir reminded.

"Remember to close your eyes for a while." Ailin nodded slightly and reminded him inexplicably.

Vesemir looked at him strangely, nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

"Let's go, Good Girl."

Ailin just finished speaking.

In an instant.

Greater Griffin, who had been suppressed all night, retaliated and released the pressure belonging to the King of the Sky, howling angrily.

The fierce battle on the ground was paused for a second.

Immediately afterwards, it quickly rushed towards the ground.

The howling wind was like a sharp blade, piercing the witcher's tough skin.

"Roar~"

Amidst the furious roars of countless corpse-eating creatures, the giant closed eyes clinging to the tower with bright red flesh suddenly opened.

The dragon-like red vertical pupils glared angrily, and he suddenly raised his eyes with visible anger.

Ailin grasped Greater Griffin's mane with his right hand, and also stared at the blue Cat Eyes, staring at those giant eyes.

After he reached a certain height, the veins on his forehead popped out and he shouted in the strong wind:

"Close your eyes, Vesemir!"