Desperate Discovery

"Boom!"

A massive fireball slammed into the middle of a group of Ghoul, exploding violently and tearing through the air.

The trees were set ablaze, the Ghoul were torn to pieces, and burning fragments of limbs fell from the sky, leaving only charred marks on the ground.

But less than two seconds after the explosion ended, the scorched area was once again filled with the hideous, howling Ghoul.

"Ciri, Olivia... target the depths of the valley entrance, use Fire Serpent Curse!" Tissaia shouted. "Don't let the Ghoul swarm together, relieve the pressure on the front lines!"

Before he could finish speaking...

"Sizzle—"

Several twisted fire serpents, writhing and tearing, swallowed dozens of Ghoul whole, cutting off the surging tide of monsters.

"Shila, take your men and keep a close watch. Don't let a single Rotfiend reach the first line of defense alive!"

"Jolene, Whirlwind Spell, clear away the corpses, don't let them pile up and get in the way..."

"The Spiked Fiend are coming! Quickly use the blinding charm to confuse them..."

There are too many monsters.

Looking around, the golden human army had completely merged with the ghouls.

The Sorceress's hands seemed to spark as she rubbed them together, preventing the seemingly endless carnivorous creatures that roared out of the dark forest from overwhelming the front lines.

The priests were also constantly busy.

Praises for Meritellie resounded throughout the battlefield, and beams of holy light descended from the sky, reinforcing the defenses of the soldiers on the front lines, repelling monsters, and healing their wounds...

Even so, the ever-growing number of monsters, which almost filled the entire valley, overwhelmed the defenses, making them seem like they could collapse at any moment.

"Sizzle!"

The dazzling lightning carved a chasm in the ground, splitting the Ghoul along the way in two, detonating the Rotfiend, knocking away the Giant Ghoul, and finally forcefully pushing the Spiked Fiend had just poked its head out back into the forest.

"Boom!"

A massive explosion occurred in the mountains.

Flames soared into the sky in the dense forest, temporarily isolating the approaching carnivorous creatures.

However, upon closer inspection, one will discover...

The ghouls were only held back by the fire for a moment before the Giant Ghoul ordered the Ghoul to extinguish the flames with their own bodies.

Following closely behind, an endless tide of carnivorous creatures, with red eyes and gaping, ferocious mouths, pounced again.

Endless, truly endless.

After killing one Ghoul, three more pounced on it. Just as one Rotfiend was ignited, ten more ghouls, scattered and hidden among the almost piled-up Ghoul, appeared. Even the Giant Ghoul, which were rarely seen in the past, were now used as cannon fodder without any mercy to fill the gaps.

"Ah!"

The screams of the people on the front lines rose and fell.

"Ianna, where are your thunderbolts and angels?!"

Tissaia tilted her head and shouted.

She wasn't being sarcastic; she's not that bored right now.

She truly hoped that divine thunder or winged angels would descend from the heavens at this moment and wipe out the suffocating number of carnivorous creatures before her.

After the first Monster's Nest was destroyed, these ghouls went berserk, seemingly swarming in from every corner.

In just a short while, dozens of the golden lights that had been flickering like candlelight on the front lines were extinguished, each one representing a life.

If this continues, let alone advancing to the second Monster's Nest.

It's impossible to evacuate or leave this valley.

Yes.

If Ianna had no other preparations, she planned to lead the Sorceress of Aretuza to evacuate.

The ancient covenant of the Novigrad Alliance is important, but survival is more important!

Ianna waved her hand, releasing a burst of dazzling starlight that pushed back the ghouls on the front lines, allowing the soldiers to catch their breath and take turns.

She looked up at the sky, opened her mouth, and was about to say something...

Sudden.

"Bah!"

The oppressive aura instantly suppressed the roars and screams on the ground.

The enormous roar was like a giant hammer crashing down on the ground, or as if the entire dark blue sky had collapsed in an instant, choking both humans and ghouls.

"What is that? A new ghoul?!"

Tissaia exclaimed in surprise.

Under the deep blue night sky, a gigantic figure pierced the air and plummeted toward the ground at breakneck speed.

She gripped her staff tightly, intending to command the orb of light from the Light Spell to rise.

"Roar!!!"

The ghoul, however, acted first, ignoring the enemy before it, its eyes bloodshot, head raised to the sky, letting out a furious roar.

"What's going on?" Tissaia was dumbfounded.

This... this doesn't seem like the kind of reaction one would expect when a new cannibalistic creature appears.

The monster emanating immense pressure from the sky seemed like the mortal enemy of these ghouls, if Ghoul had fathers.

"The angel you wanted has arrived," Ianna said softly, a relieved smile playing on her lips.

"An angel?" Tissaia frowned.

Only when the magical favor reaches a certain depth can such a rapidly oppressive pressure be generated. How could this be from heaven...?

The Sorceress's ears suddenly twitched.

"Close your eyes! Vesemir!"

The sharp, piercing sound of the wind whistling was mixed with familiar human voices.

"E... Ailin?" Her eyes widened in surprise.

The blinding flash illuminated the entire sky.

It also illuminated the eagle's curved beak and the lion's sharp claws.

And the sparse feathers on those enormous, sky-covering wings, and the flesh that was almost as red as fire...

It's Greater Griffin!

And it's not just the Greater Griffin!

Tissaia squinted from the shadows that enveloped the entire battlefield and saw two people standing on the back of the Greater Griffin.

They gripped their gleaming red blades, shooting them into the mountains like flying arrows, as if to cleave them in two.

They... they actually subdued the Greater Griffin?

How did you do that?

"Ah!"

Before the blinding flashes had faded, all the ghouls simultaneously let out a shrill roar, as if they had suddenly suffered a severe blow.

"The knights of Arland, summoned by the goddess, have descended from the heavens. They will wield their silver blades to drive away the Evil God and lead us to victory!"

Ianna abruptly stood up from her Mutant Horse, shouting, "Hold those damned monsters! Defend Arland!!!"

The battlefield fell silent for a second.

I knew it!

How could the heroes of Arland hide behind the battlefield like women!

Sala wiped the blood from her face, her eyes gleaming as she stared intently at the spot where the Greater Griffin had vanished. She raised her gleaming golden blade, turned, and roared:

"Defend Arland!!!"

"May King!!!"

Immediately afterwards, a sword cleaved off the head of the Ghoul was immersed in some kind of pain.

Suddenly.

His shouts and the stench of blood spurting from the Ghoul ignited the battlefield.

"Defend Arland!!!"

"May King!!!"

All the soldiers roared and charged at the nearest ghoul with blades enveloped in holy light, more frenzied than the ghouls themselves.

The battle line, which was on the verge of collapse, not only returned to normal within half a minute, but even advanced more than ten meters towards the second Monster's Nest.

"You really kept it a secret..."

With a wave of her staff, Tissaia caused the steep slope, valley, and dense forest where the monster had come to burst into flames, blocking its retreat.

She gave Ianna a meaningful look.

"Actually, I was surprised too," Ianna shrugged. "I knew he would show up, but I didn't know it would be like this."

"The Great Griffin Knight..."

Tissaia tilted her head, recalling the breathtaking scene that had just unfolded.

"Tsk tsk!"

"Vesemir's disciple is about to have a new nickname."

"Defend Arland!!!"

"Knight Ailin, may you triumph!!!"

Just as the furious roars from the battlefield reached them, the Greater Griffin had just flown over the ruined tower.

Hearing the cheers around him, Ailin's lips curled into a smile as he looked down.

The dragon clinging to the tower had its vertical pupils tightly closed by Magic Flash, from which flowed a yellowish, bloody liquid.

The exposed, pale bones and intricately woven muscle fibers supported countless bright red vertical pupils, all of which were tightly closed.

Not all the carnivorous creatures in the valley left; instead, they attacked the human army.

Several Spiked Fiend stood guard close to the ritual.

Ghoul, Rotfiend, and Giant Ghoul filling in the textures are also among the writhing tentacles.

However, at this moment, all the ghouls fell to the ground, howling in pain.

"The effect is even better than I expected," Ailin thought.

Excessive hair indicates a weak fire element; a large body indicates a weak gate element; many eyes indicate a fear of flashing light...

The LV6 Magic Flash was incredibly effective against this monster covered in eyes; blood even welled up in the dragon's wide-open vertical pupils.

and.

The connection between the Summoning Ritual and those ghouls was closer than he had imagined.

In this way, his dealing with the Summoning Ritual here will also greatly reduce the burden on Ianna, Sala, and Arthur.

Of course, the backlash from the Summoning Ritual will also be quite severe.

A surge of thoughts coursed through his mind. While pondering his attack strategy after landing, Ailin pulled out the Giant Ghoul Decoction and Blizzard, and drank them down in one gulp.

moment.

A surging power coursed through my veins, like a river flowing into the sea.

My temples swelled up instantly.

At this moment.

The Greater Griffin was less than 100 meters from the valley.

Ailin, his hair disheveled by the strong wind, tilted his head and said, "Vesemir, the Evil God's ritual is mine, and you deal with the ghouls."

"Don't worry, as long as I'm alive, not a single ghoul will get through." Vesemir, his eyes gleaming with the unique, eerie blue of a blizzard, nodded vigorously and tossed away two empty bottles.

"No need for that, just do your best. Good Girl will help you." Ailin shook his head, cast a Quen Shield on himself, and commanded in his mind, "Good Girl, go help Vesemir."

"Bah!"

The Greater Griffin responded with a cry.

"Let's go!"

Ailin had barely finished speaking.

Vesemir gently shifted to the side, Spinning Slash and slashed at the Spiked Fiend crouching on the side of the tower.

Ailin leaped from the back of the Greater Griffin, adjusted his posture in mid-air, and swung his sword at the giant eyeball twenty meters below him.

However, the one that attacked the target the fastest was not Vesemir or Ailin, but the Greater Griffin.

After the two witchers left, she bent down and flapped her wings violently.

The strong winds doubled her falling speed, and she fell more than 30 meters in the blink of an eye.

The gleaming claws, accompanied by the whistling wind, lunged at the tightly closed eyelids of the Evil God's ritual.

"Creak~"

The eyelids, which appear soft and like ordinary flesh and blood, are only slightly dented by the Greater Griffin's talons, which carry its entire weight, and then grazed through with a harsh, rubbery scraping sound.

The Greater Griffin let out a startled cry.

The steel-like claws easily crushed the rocks beneath the tower, then crushed the crouching Giant Ghoul into a puddle of mud.

"Boom!"

Amidst the loud impact, a cloud of dust and debris billowed up.

"It's not that simple after all."

Looking at the huge, unharmed eyelids, Ailin felt a sudden surge of solemnity.

Demon Hunter

And just then, the accident happened.

"Roar!"

Almost the instant Ailin activated the Witcher, all the ghouls were awakened at the same time and roared loudly.

The enormous eyeball clinging to the elven tower trembled and suddenly opened its eyes when it was only two or three meters away from Ailin's sharp Elsa.

His scarlet pupils contracted sharply, as if he had been greatly startled.

"Boom!"

The immense pressure distorted the air between Ailin and his eyeballs.

"Not good!"

Ailin exclaimed in surprise, crossed his hands, and quickly formed the Oterrohp Sign.

But before the purple magic barrier could close, a powerful shockwave pierced through the magic sign.

Ailin saw stars before his eyes, veins bulged on his forehead, and a piercing pain shot through his ears.

He began to hear cries and groans, the sounds of flutes and oboes, and the howling of the wind.

Wait until I come to my senses.

The scarlet tentacles twitched and wriggled, magnifying in my eyes.

Ailin instinctively spun around and slashed down.

"Creak~"

It has a strange texture, like a dull knife cutting through cowhide.

[Demon Hunter] 1%

He stepped onto the ground, shook his head to dispel the lingering dizziness in his mind, and then looked to his side.

Where the longsword fell, only a very thin white mark remained on the tentacle.

No defense breached!

It didn't cause even the slightest harm!

"It's not a ghoul!"

He looked at the crimson Sword Oil flowing on Elsa's body, and his heart was filled with certainty.

A thought arose.

[Name: #￥% Summoning Ritual]

[Level: LV99]

[Attributes: Strength?, Agility?, Constitution?, Perception?, Mysticism?]

It's not just about rank, but also about the pressure they exert.

A monster's strength is always proportional to the magical power it exudes. If it is a ghoul, strengthening Ghoul Oil will not cause a wound worse than a steel sword cutting a water ghost.

"Are you alright, Ailin!" Vesemir called out anxiously from behind.

His attack also failed.

The sudden awakening of the Summoning Ritual seemed to have allowed the Spiked Fiend to evade Vesemir's fatal blow.

"I'm fine!" Ailin shouted.

A violent collision sounded quickly behind them, along with the flapping of wings and loud cries of Greater Griffin.

Sensing that Balmor still hadn't moved at all, he stomped the ground and swung Elsa's sword at lightning speed while trying to determine the type of Summoning Ritual in his mind.

"Creak~"

[Demon Hunter] 1%

"Creak~"

[Demon Hunter] 1%

"Creak~"

[Demon Hunter] 2%

Ailin stared at the meager numbers flashing by in the corner of his vision, his face cold.

One percent of the Three Swords...

This progress is unacceptable. The Summoning Ritual seemed to have only attacked because it was startled by the [Demon Hunter]. Now it has fallen silent again, leaving only the ghouls to resume their activity.

However, once it recovers from the damage of Flash, it is almost impossible to reach the kill threshold within the 450 seconds of [Demon Hunter] by accumulating damage in this way.

"We must determine the type of Summoning Ritual and apply Sword Oil..."

"It's not a ghoul, not a ghost, not a hybrid beast..."

Ailin muttered to himself, the characteristics of all the categories of monsters in the "General Knowledge of Monster Economics" flashing through his mind, and then he despaired.

It's not that he couldn't find the Monster Economics classification for the summoning ritual.

Leftovers!

Every feature of the Summoning Ritual points to this category.

But the key issue is...

He has no Remnant Oil!