The Witcher's Sacrifice Was Not in Vain

"Click~ Click~"

The fine cracking sounds almost blended together.

If there is no time to heat it with Igni, the amulet will become completely ineffective.

"Etc!"

Mist... Fog Bead...

[Name: Fog Bead]

[Type: Disposable Item]

[Function: Crushing the Fog Bead creates a dense fog illusion]

[Note: Dense fog is not always caused by water vapor.]

With almost no other options, the Witcher took out two Fog Bead, their interiors shrouded in white mist, from his inventory and was about to crush them.

suddenly.

The fine cracking stopped.

"... I surrender... I surrender... I surrender..."

A distant and magnificent sound suddenly resounded in my mind.

In a daze, he seemed to leave the blood-stained, foul-smelling valley and find himself in a bright and spacious temple of God.

Soft sunlight streamed through the stained glass, illuminating the hall and creating magnificent patterns on the floor.

He knelt on one knee on the soft, noble red carpet, and the dignified priest lightly touched the jewel-encrusted scepter to his heart, to his eyes, to the center of his forehead...

A hoarse voice, solemn yet concealing madness and chilling coldness, earnestly persuades the lost sheep:

"Submit to the Great the Seer, the Lord of Supreme Truth, the Master of All Secrets... Hranganie..."

Before he could finish speaking...

The praise for the majestic voice was not yet finished.

"... Don't listen..."

Suddenly, a distant voice of a "girl" reached my ears.

"... Don't listen..." The girl's voice turned into that of a "woman".

"...Don't listen..." The woman's voice changed to "old woman".

"Don't listen!"

The three echoes intertwined, like the tolling of a great bell.

"Buzz~"

A buzzing sound came from behind me.

He woke up with a start, a chill running down his spine and down to his scalp.

Where before me were the majestic pastor, the magnificent stained-glass windows, the soft sunlight, the sacred temple...

He was still clearly in that filthy, bloody, and stench-filled valley, surrounded by terrifying tentacles that were silently waving around him.

His menacing vertical pupils, flashing with red light, enveloped him.

"Buzz~"

A violent tremor came from my back.

"Um!"

Ailin was overjoyed.

Balmor is calling out anxiously!

He didn't care whether the Fog Bead was useful or not, and suddenly squeezed it with his right hand.

"Um?!!"

My hands were completely powerless... No... not just my hands, but all my limbs and bones felt like they didn't belong to me anymore, I couldn't move them at all.

It's over... Ailin's heart sank, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

He lost control of his body without realizing it.

But before he could even think of a way out, or despair...

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two earth-shattering explosions followed in quick succession, and the tentacles that had been swaying rhythmically all around crashed down like puppets with broken strings.

It is conceivable that the progress of each ghoul's mission will increase significantly at this time.

But that's not the point.

The red light emanating from the enormous vertical pupils flashed a few times as it shone on Ailin.

"You can move now!"

He excitedly pinched the Fog Bead, and a hazy mist quietly rose from the void, enveloping the surroundings.

The Fog Bead is, after all, an illusion, and may not be able to block the Evil God's vision.

therefore.

He then channeled the magic within his body, quickly forming the Oterrohp Sign with his hands crossed.

A purple magical barrier flashed by.

A divine wall was erected in the sea of consciousness, and a pale purple-silver light flashed across the Conquest Armor.

"Clang!"

After sheathing Elsa's sword, he drew Balmor.

The moment the ancient sword hilt was grasped, it emitted a joyful, bloodthirsty buzzing sound.

"He's so picky!" Ailin shook his head helplessly, wondering when he would be able to get Balmor to do as he pleased.

[Demon Hunter] 81%.

However, the Demon Hunter state only lasted for less than half a minute.

"Give it your all!"

In the thick fog, he gripped his sword with both hands, spun around, and swung the blade.

The sword rang out clearly, and the light of the longsword drew a gleaming semicircle in the air, pointing towards the tentacles that suddenly fell to its side.

"Laugh!"

Balmor no longer used a dull knife to cut through the hide; instead, he directly slashed a huge wound into the tentacle.

Filthy blood gushed out from the smooth fracture.

[Demon Hunter] 97%.

One sword, sixteen percent!

Ailin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he was about to strike again.

"Ah--"

A piercing, strange sound shattered the hazy white mist, and the divine wall in the sea of consciousness shook.

The enormous single eye clinging to the tower seemed to sense a strong threat, and it no longer possessed the majestic grandeur it had when it first descended.

"... blasphemer, die!"

A furious, mad roar echoed in his mind, and red light flashed on the dragon-like vertical pupils, as if they were burning with intense heat.

"It's still uncertain who will die!"

Ailin chuckled softly, switched hands, and Balmor's sword tip traced a semicircle, pointing towards the tentacle beneath Ailin.

Immediately following.

"Pfft!"

The longsword was deeply embedded in flesh, with only the hilt remaining outside the grip.

"Pfft—"

The foul-smelling blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the witcher's hair and armor red.

"Ding! [Demon Hunting] progress 100%"

The moment the indifferent System Notification sounded, the massive body of the Summoning Ritual (Evil God) seemed to sense something and trembled violently.

The single eye clinging to the tower had a wide, vertical pupil.

His eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

He seemed puzzled as to why, in the blink of an eye, this tiny ant beneath him could unleash such a terrifying and intense threat.

It's as if he could kill himself, the god, now.

"Overstepping authority! What an overstepping authority!"

His Mental Fluctuation was overflowing with intense anger.

His enormous pupils suddenly contracted, and the dense red light seemed to swirl into mist, or perhaps carry the intense heat of flames, distorting the air between him and the Witcher.

"Boom!"

The reckless telekinetic attack snapped the tentacle, thicker than a towering building, in half.

It shattered flesh and blood, leaving behind broken bone fragments, and blasted a crater three meters deep into the ground.

But the attack missed the pesky bug.

Sometime later, Ailin had somehow moved to another tentacle.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Each strike shattered a tentacle, leaving a deep crater, but it just couldn't hit that tiny witcher.

This seems to have enraged the Evil God who calls himself the "Lord of Supreme Truth".

"Rumble~"

The oppressive aura that had disappeared with the arrival of the Evil God suddenly erupted in an even more intense and ferocious manner, threatening the demon hunters who were jumping up and down.

An extremely malevolent aura spread throughout the entire valley instantly, carried by an oppressive force.

The tremors from the Conjunction of the Spheres had barely subsided when a Greater Griffin seized the opportunity to snatch a Spiked Fiend into the sky. The griffin cried out in terror and instinctively released its grip.

In the carnivorous biome, Vesemir, who had been fighting back and forth, suddenly looked up.

"This oppressive aura..." He frowned, looking at the chaotic center of the battlefield.

He couldn't see the familiar figure carrying two swords, only the tentacles that had been raised again, waving wildly like a giant octopus in the Gulf of Sidaris.

Those tentacles smashed huge, deep craters into the towering ridges on both sides of the valley, directly altering the terrain of the valley.

After a thick cloud of smoke filled the air, the entire Summoning Ritual was shrouded in layers of light mist.

His gaze could only penetrate the gaps between the hordes of ghouls, following the extremely loud psychic waves of the Summoning Ritual, searching for that fleeting figure.

But in the end, the Ghoul, Rotfiend, and Giant Ghoul that had surged up again gave up as the tremors around them ceased following the conjunction of the heavens and autumns.

"Nothing will happen!"

Vesemir wiped the fine beads of cold sweat from his forehead with his left hand, turned around and waved his right hand to ignite the ultimate Rotfiend in front of him, then chased after another group of Rotfiend.

Regardless of why the Summoning Ritual suddenly changed, the fact that they are still attacking and making noise means that Ailin is still alive and well.

Then he must cooperate with the "Good Girl" and do his job.

He turned his head and looked at the seemingly endless expanse of ghouls.

Although he didn't know what the point of such an action was when ghouls had spread throughout the valley, and even the Giant Ghoul that had died under the tentacles of the Summoning Ritual outnumbered the Ghoul he had killed.

He could no longer stop the ghouls from causing trouble for Ailin.

"But what else can we do if not this?" Vesemir spun around and beheaded a Giant Ghoul with a single sword strike.

Only the blood of cannibals could make him feel that he had some use, and that he wasn't just a useless mentor who watched his apprentices fight to the death.

"Boom!"

Another loud boom came from afar.

Vesemir did not turn around.

Those tentacles, flying wildly with immense power and destructive force, were no longer a place he could venture into.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that at the very beginning, after he and the "Good Girl" killed the remaining monsters in the valley, they would have needed to go to the valley entrance to stop the carnivorous creatures from entering the valley.

At this point, he and the Greater Griffin might already be dead under those tentacles.

"Master Vesemir!"

A familiar sound came from the woods at the mouth of the valley.

Vesemir looked up.

Sala led a group of soldiers out of the forest in pursuit of a horde of Ghoul. The Divine Art light on their weapons and armor was almost gone, but judging from their complexions, they seemed to be in pretty good physical condition.

Vesemir thought about it and understood.

Since he and Ailin landed in the valley, countless ghouls have poured in from the valley entrance.

As long as he doesn't obstruct or block their path, the monsters will brush past him without attacking him.

Presumably, the human alliance is in the same situation, simply killing and chasing "escaping" monsters, so their condition is naturally not bad.

certainly.

In his and Ailin's plan, the human alliance had fulfilled their duty, even delaying the horde of ghouls for a considerable amount of time beyond their expectations.

In fact, Vesemir and "Good Girl" also did that.

They did what they planned, but for some reason, Ailin still didn't resolve the battle as quickly as he had said.

"It's me!"

Vesemir thought for a moment, then abandoned the few Ghoul around him, passed through the ghoul horde, and came to Sala. He was about to explain the situation in the valley, find Ianna and Tissaia, and see if he could help Ailin again.

At least get him out of those damn tentacles and rescue him.

"Lord Ailin..."

Sala sheathed her sword, wiped the sweat from her face, and smiled as she was about to ask a question.

suddenly.

His tone faltered, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

Vesemir noticed that Sala's gaze went over his shoulder and looked behind him.

"By Meritellie! What the hell is that?!"

A large group of soldiers around noticed the enormous monster with tentacles that only appeared in myths and legends.

They opened their mouths wide, waving their weapons at the Ghoul, and slowed down.

Those Ghoul were all rushing desperately into the valley, otherwise, many people would have died this time due to carelessness.

Of course, if the Ghoul hadn't acted this way, they wouldn't have been so careless.

"That is..."

Summoning Ritual ... that's what Vesemir was thinking.

"Evil God..."

Ianna interrupted him.

She rode her strangely shaped horse out of the forest, her entire body instantly tensing up.

The Witcher's keen senses even allowed Vesemir to see her pupils suddenly contract.

That was fear, shock, and despair.

Vesemir sensed something was wrong.

The Summoning Ritual is indeed a ritual to summon Evil God; isn't that something we've known for a long time?

Why was High Priest Ianna surprised?

unless...

Vesemir's face turned pale instantly.

"What do you mean?" He rushed to Ianna's mount. "What does 'Evil God' mean?"

But it wasn't Ianna who answered.

Instead, it was Tissaia who rode out from behind Ianna.

"This feeling of the four elements vying to flee in fear, the intensity of the pressure, the 'scent' of extreme evil..." She frowned, looking down at Vesemir, "Vesemir, the Evil God has descended!"

After speaking.

She ignored the Witcher Master's reaction and looked at Ianna seriously:

"We have failed, Ianna."

"The Divine Art spell has ended."

"You know, we alone cannot drive out the Evil God. It's time to arrange an evacuation."

"The Aretuza Academy has five Sorceress who can cast portals, but they can't send everyone..."

"Where's Ailin?" Ianna waved her hand to interrupt her, looking at Vesemir, who was deathly pale.

Vesemir pointed towards the depths of the valley.

There, there were endless carnivorous creatures, eight or nine tentacles thicker and longer than human stone bridges, and a colossal Evil God that occupied almost the entire valley and seemed poised to destroy the world...

After pointing, Vesemir suddenly realized something.

"Bang!"

He stomped his right foot on the ground, creating a small crater, and charged into the valley without looking back.

"...cáelme tuathe..."

A short incantation suddenly rang out.

Vesemir's almost ethereal body suddenly froze, and before he could fall unconsciously, he was manipulated by Tissaia waving her staff, floating backwards to her side.

"He'll get some sleep," Tissaia said. "While I feel sorry for what happened to Ailin, wasting the time Ailin bought is more than just a pity."

What do you think?

She looked at Ianna with an expression that said, "If you do that too, all I can do is knock you out."

"Is there no way to save him?" Ianna asked.

"No one can save someone from Evil God in this situation. I can't, and even if Henry Geddemidis were here, it wouldn't matter." Tissaia shook her head. "Don't waste time, let's arrange the evacuation..."

Ianna glanced at the wildly dancing shadows deep in the valley.

After a second of silence, she let out a long breath, gripped the reins tightly, and seemed to have made up her mind.

"Teleport everyone here away as much as you can. Sala and Arthur will cooperate with you."

"And what about you?"

"I have another idea, we can try it..."

Tissaia clearly knew what Ianna's method was. She looked directly at Ianna's aging face, seemingly considering whether she should use another sleeping spell.

"I am a chosen one of the goddess; the sleeping spell has no effect on me." Ianna shook her head.

Is it worth it?

Ianna smiled kindly, "I'm old now, it's time..."

When is it time?

Is it time to die?

Tissaia frowned in displeasure, her expression serious.

She was still hesitant. Vesemir's apprentice didn't hold as much weight in her heart as Vesemir's adopted daughter, and besides, wasn't Ianna once her adopted daughter as well?

Of course, more importantly...

Her sacrifice may well have been meaningless.

Tissaia's hand, holding the staff, was itching to move.

The fact that the Sleeping Spell is ineffective does not mean that other spells are ineffective.

Just then.

"Clang!"

Suddenly, a piercing scraping sound came from deep within the valley.

She looked in the direction of the sound.

The Evil God stared with horrified, enormous eyes.

The scorching sun rose slowly over the blood-soaked, terrifying valley.