Summoning Ritual Phase Two and the Conjunction of the Spheres
The palm-sized, brown amulet is intricately carved with images of the Three Saints of Meritellie.
at this time.
A charred crack ran across the girl's neck, with a faint golden light shimmering within the charred mark, as if divine blood was indeed flowing within the wooden amulet.
Ailin's heart skipped a beat.
He had a premonition that the amulet would become completely ineffective once the scorch marks completely ran across the necks of the three holy statues.
"There's still time!"
He took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and continued to thrust the sword straight at the target.
"Smack~ Smack~"
The textured flesh beneath my feet was writhing wildly.
A murky yellow mucus was secreted from those fine flagella, making it extremely slippery.
If it were Vesemir instead, he would have had a hard time even standing, let alone accurately piercing those finger-sized eyeballs with his sword.
However, the level 6 School of the Cat Two-Handed Sword made it easy for Ailin to walk on.
Putting everything else aside, the School of the Cat Two-Handed Sword, relying on the balance and muscle control developed from training on steel cables since childhood, is truly formidable.
that's all.
Ailin crouched down, his hands moving swiftly to stab and thrust.
Sword after sword, and sword after sword.
The eyeballs, protected by bones and flesh, were called out one by one.
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The steady progress in the demon-hunting operation kept Ailin fully focused.
The Enhanced Necrophage Oil on the blade had faded away at some point, replaced by a cloudy yellow, translucent slime.
The slippery feel forced him to use the Igni Sign from time to time to burn the cloth wrapped around the sword hilt.
Gradually.
The rising mist swirled around the sword, blurring the space between the Witcher and the countless pairs of beastly eyes. The smell was like rotten, burnt eggs, disgusting and nauseating.
However, this actually slowed down the subtle cracking sound of the amulet.
"The attack from the Summoning Ritual will be blocked by the rising mist!"
He had a sudden inspiration. He no longer deliberately aimed for a top-down angle when stabbing with his longsword. Instead, he moved his feet, which moved nimbly across the red tentacles like dancing feet, and stopped dodging the splattering slime and flesh.
The scorching steam swirled around, and the amulet's unusual noises subsided once more.
Igni's little trick of steaming clothes proved surprisingly useful at this moment.
"Pfft~"
Another sword pierced deeply into what should have been the Giant Ghoul's large eye.
A foul-smelling liquid gushed out.
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Ailin was about to sheathe his sword and stab again.
Sudden.
The flesh beneath their feet suddenly stopped its violent writhing.
"Buzz!"
The Wolf Emblem hummed violently, pounding against the Witcher's chest.
In an instant.
A strong sense of crisis gripped his throat, as if some invisible soft creature had wrapped itself around him and ruffled his hair.
He instinctively activated the Blizzard Potion in his blood.
Everything around was drawn out.
He then quickly channeled his magic, and in a flash, crossed his hands to form the Oterrohp Sign.
A purple, transparent, spherical protective shield formed from the soles of the feet and closed almost simultaneously above the head.
And in that very instant.
A flash of red light appeared in the thick white fog, and the fog was instantly blown away.
The immense power distorted the air and struck the purple magic barrier heavily. Instantly, because the Oterrohp Sign was successfully cast, Ailin's expression changed drastically.
"How come its power has increased?!"
"Bang!"
The magical barrier suddenly shattered, turning into shimmering purple fragments that scattered and disappeared into the air.
Then there are three layers of mirror shields...
Finally, Quen's golden light flashed across the leather armor.
Although the invisible force was mostly blocked by the layers of protection, the Witcher was still blown away like a light leaf, his back slamming into the tentacles thirty paces away.
The viscous liquid splashed everywhere.
Ailin swallowed the metallic taste in his mouth, and before he could dispel the random stars flashing before his eyes, he suddenly lunged to the side.
The next moment.
"Bang!"
The tentacle suddenly caved in, its flesh cracked, and bright red blood gushed out.
Upon seeing this, Ailin broke out in a cold sweat.
If this attack lands, he will surely suffer severe damage, having just had his Oterrohp Sign and mirror shield broken.
Without time to do anything else, he quickly crouched down and hid behind another tentacle that was half a person's height, crossed his hands in front of him, and began to activate the Oterrohp Sign again.
"How did he suddenly become so much stronger?"
As the purple magical barrier enveloped his body once more, Ailin peeked out and immediately met the gaze of the enormous single eye clinging to the tower.
A flash of red light.
The surging hatred seemed to solidify, distorting space.
"Wrong!"
Ailin's expression changed, and he lunged to the other side.
"Boom!"
A huge crater was immediately blasted into the ground, and the blood and flesh that were blown into the sky turned into blood rain, which splattered all over him.
However, Ailin noticed it out of the corner of his eye while dodging.
When that powerful, telekinetic attack was unleashed, three eyes on the body of the Summoning Ritual withered simultaneously.
"This is sacrificing eyeballs in exchange for a powerful attack..." Ailin thought to himself.
Then.
Three more eyeballs withered instantly.
"Boom!"
A huge vertical pupil flashed red light, and an invisible attack descended from the sky.
There can't be any mistake!
As Ailin dodged the attack with a roll and gritted his teeth, pondering the situation on the other side, several pebbles trembled and jumped up from the ground in his azure Cat Eyes.
The ground was shaking.
"Bah!"
Accompanied by the angry shriek of the Greater Griffin, countless carnivorous creatures rushed in from outside the valley.
"Roar!!!"
The monster's roar, accompanied by Vesemir's fierce shout, echoed mournfully through the valley.
"There's no time!"
Ailin reached out and wiped the blood and bits of flesh from his face. He twisted his right wrist, twirled his sword, and flung away the debris from his longsword.
Once the large horde of ghouls arrives, not only will Vesemir be in danger, but he will also be unable to approach the Summoning Ritual again.
"Let's take a gamble!"
Ailin glanced at the progress of [Demon Hunting], gritted his teeth, crouched down and hid under the tentacles, stepped on the blood puddles, and rushed towards the tower.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The increasingly dangerous attacks landed in front of him, on his sides, and behind him.
Smashing flesh and blood, blasting out huge craters, scattering rubble, and spraying blood...
At the most dangerous moment, the Witcher's keen senses detected the crisis and triggered a final blizzard, averting a fatal danger. Even so, the Oterrohp Sign was shattered once again.
fortunately.
Ailin wasn't knocked far by the attack; in just a few attacks, he was back near the tower.
It was here that the tentacles were almost too tall to obscure the giant eyes, which were attacking from above.
Three more eyeballs withered before his eyes.
Ailin leaped out of the ground with a sudden stomp, chanting a short incantation while mentally commanding the Greater Griffin to dodge.
Immediately following.
"Bang!"
A dazzling light suddenly exploded above his head.
Magic Flash!
At that moment, it was as if a midday sun had exploded in the valley.
The incandescent flash even illuminated the clouds in the sky.
"Boom!"
The attack that fell from the sky grazed Ailin's body, smashing off the tentacles beside him and turning them into mincemeat.
"Roar!"
The ghoul roared in pain and rage.
With a flick of his sword, Ailin retrieved the White Honey, Giant Ghoul Decoction, and blizzard from the reagent bag in the blink of an eye.
He snapped the bottle open, drank the potion, charged forward, and spun around...
Prick!
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"Roar!"
The ghoul's furious roar echoed through the mountains and forests.
Ailin knew that this was the impotent rage of the Summoning Ritual.
However, the ghouls did not stop moving as they had when the Magic Flash was cast the first time, which alerted him.
The Summoning Ritual is adapting to this magic.
"Watch out, Ailin! A ghoul has passed by!" Vesemir shouted from behind.
"It's nothing!" Ailin glanced at her as he spun around to gather his strength.
The Greater Griffin flapped its wings, blowing away the Ghoul and Rotfiend with all its might, and then hurled the Spiked Fiend from high above into the monster horde.
Vesemir then used the Greater Griffin to ignite the Rotfiend blown by the gale, killing the straggling Ghoul and Giant Ghoul, and also tripping up several Rotfiend.
But there were still too many ghouls.
Even though the Greater Griffin and Vesemir had done their best to block the entrance to the valley, many Ghoul, Rotfiend, Giant Ghoul, and Spiked Fiend still rushed toward the tower where Ailin was.
certainly.
There is still good news.
Aside from the ghouls' movements still being somewhat slowed by the Magic Flash, the battle cries and magical explosions of Ianna's human alliance were drawing closer.
"Pfft~"
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The cannibals are still far away, but the demon-hunting progress is already nearly halfway complete.
Therefore, after Ailin pulled Elsa out of the body from the Summoning Ritual, he paid no attention to the approaching monster behind him, but instead shuffled his feet, searching for the fastest path to pierce through the thirty-four eyeballs.
at the same time.
Out of the corner of his eye, he observed the movement of the giant, one-eyed pupil with each thrust of the sword, making sure not to miss a single sound.
Fortunately, that's the case.
It was only then that Ailin noticed the "big" noise from the Summoning Ritual.
"Smack! Smack!"
The flesh beneath my feet was still writhing and thrashing rapidly, as if I were in a vast ocean, amidst raging waves.
This was merely a lure and a disguise used by the Summoning Ritual to attract his attention.
From top to bottom, the eyeballs of the carnivorous creatures, large and small, withered quietly.
"What does it want to do?" Ailin felt a chill run down his spine.
The attack, which withered only three eyeballs, instantly shattered the three-layered mirror shield of the Oterrohp Sign, its power even surpassing the Alzure's Thunderbolt of the Source Vilgefortz.
Now.
Row after row, dozens or even hundreds of eyeballs withered away...
What does it want to do?
With these concerns in mind, Elsa, whose sword rang out with a clear and melodious sound, found that the shimmering light of her longsword involuntarily slowed down.
There's no way around it. As long as you can use the Oterrohp Sign at any time and find an opportunity to escape, a continuous attack that accumulates progress will inevitably not be able to exert your full strength.
But after slowing down for only two seconds, the Summoning Ritual seemed to immediately realize that its actions had been discovered.
Then.
"Hiss hiss hiss..."
The eyeballs, which were no longer withering from top to bottom, exploded in large patches, spewing out turbid red fluid.
In an instant.
An immense pressure suddenly pressed down on the witcher's shoulders, as if the dark blue sky itself had collapsed.
"Boom!"
The place where they landed was accompanied by violent shaking, as if the sky and earth were collapsing and the end of this world was just around the corner.
The violent tremors, coupled with the slippery secretions on the tentacles, forced Ailin to jump off.
Smack!
The dark red boots hit the ground, splattering dark red blood into the puddle.
The bright red tentacles, their powerful muscles taut before my eyes...
Ailin's azure Cat Eyes suddenly contracted as he saw the colossal creature filling the entire valley, those tentacles that seemed to be merely lines of a vast ritual magic array...
It's up!
"By Meritellie!" The Witcher, shrouded in shadow, couldn't help but gape.
Is this the second stage?
"Roar!"
The carnivorous creatures roared to the sky in the valley.
Startled awake, Ailin hurriedly dodged the onrushing Ghoul, only to discover that her body, which was as large as a city, was not yet in its final "stage two" state.
Because those countless closed eyes were still bursting open in patches.
In a short while, only two-thirds remained.
More than two hundred eyeballs withered or burst.
"Oh no!" Ailin exclaimed in alarm.
If all those eyes are blasted into goo, where will he accumulate [Demon Hunting] progress?
Even more dangerous was that the enormous, menacing eye trembled amidst the hazy, dangerous red mist, its red light flashing as if it were about to open.
He didn't know what would happen if that single eye opened at that moment.
He didn't want to know.
I really don't want to!
"Ailin!"
Vesemir's anxious voice mingled with the rumble of the ground being hammered and the roars of monsters.
"I'm fine!"
Ailin shouted and ducked to avoid the giant tentacle that was being swung at him.
Then, while dodging attacks from the ghouls, they quickly considered ways to break the deadlock.
There are four problems that need to be solved:
How do you climb up those slippery tentacles?
How can you compete for attention with Summoning Ritual using tentacles that move with exaggerated amplitude?
How can you dodge the next attack after the giant vertical pupils open their eyes?
as well as...
He dodged to the side, and another Ghoul's claws slashed past his neck, less than an inch away.
How can we avoid their attacks without killing these ever-increasing numbers of ghouls...?
"Etc!"
Suddenly, a thought struck him. Looking at the Ghoul that brushed past him, he thought:
Why should I hide from these ghouls?
To avoid the massive spatial tremors caused by the Conjunction of the Spheres hindering his attack, and to prevent the summoned large cannibalistic creatures from becoming unpredictable, he needed to...
But his attack has been thwarted, and what he needs most at this moment is a change in circumstances.
Even the summoned large cannibalistic creatures would be beneficial if they could draw even the slightest bit of attention away from the Summoning Ritual.
Who knows...
The spatial fluctuations caused by the Conjunction of the Spheres can have unexpected effects on the Summoning Ritual.
after all.
A stable environment is essential for any ceremony.
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)]
"Pfft~"
A flash of silver light.
The Witcher, no longer dodging, held his sword in his left hand to protect himself, and with his right index finger bent, drew a line in front of him.
The scorching flames instantly ignited the five Rotfiend.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The explosion suddenly rang out.
Hunting Quest: Ghoul I (Kill 103/100 Ghoul)
Hunting Quest: Rotfiend I (Kill 38/50 Rotfiend)
[Ding! The Monster Bestiary "Ghoul" has been unlocked in the Monster Encyclopedia. The "Ghoul" will appear in 54 seconds during the Conjunction of the Spheres. Please be prepared!]