Godslayer Ailin!

The Evil God truly lives up to his Evil God.

After the [Demon Hunt] progress bar was full, a large area of bewitching red light instantly lit up in front of Ailin's eyes.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the light that had stained everything in sight was actually a series of footprints.

Tentacles, mid-air, the tower, and even above the Giant-Eyed Great Old One...

At first glance, there seem to be more than 10,000.

Blood-red footprints encircled the tower, blooming across the sky like blood lotuses, making the ferocious, Giant-Eyed Great Old One appear even more sinister and eerie.

"Fortunately," he thought, "Once the [Demon Hunting] progress is full, the duration stops being calculated, otherwise even a level 10 [Demon Hunting] wouldn't be enough to complete this many steps."

He gently stepped on the first red mark on the tentacle with his right foot, and then, following the rhythm in the darkness, took five steps.

"Sizzle!"

The red light shooting from the giant eye grazed his disheveled hair and split the tentacle beneath his feet in two.

Ailin stood on the severed section and then plummeted downwards.

However, he did not rush to blink. Instead, he took a leisurely leap and happened to step on the tip of the tentacle that was being flung over by his lingering instincts.

The next footprint was already being picked up by another tentacle.

He stepped on the footprint and bent down.

"Pfft~"

An immense pressure gathered above his head, almost tangibly squeezing and bursting the air.

It was also the first time that Ailin had discovered that when the magical blessing was concentrated to a certain degree, it not only had color, but also emitted light.

It wasn't red light, but gray...

It was as if the air was filled with the thick, despairing ash of a volcanic eruption, the annihilation of all life...

"It feels familiar..." Ailin frowned, stepping on the next red mark. "Where have I encountered a similar feeling before?"

He closed his eyes in deep thought, then spun around to dodge the gray pressure that followed after his initial attack missed.

"Splash splash~"

The oppressive aura surged towards him like a rising tide, yet it always seemed to fall just short of him. It appeared that if he exerted more force and increased his speed, it would be within his grasp.

But that desperate gray light, no matter how fast it accelerates or how turbulent it becomes, will gradually fade away.

Sometimes the distance is only a hair's breadth.

This enraged the Evil God, who could no longer maintain his former high-handed attitude.

"... overstepping... rebellion... blasphemy..."

A strong Mental Fluctuation surged in the air.

However, Ailin's seemingly casual steps not only allowed him to dodge the red light of the telekinesis and the oppressive force of despair, but also to avoid the Mental Fluctuation that could cause harm.

[Demon Hunter] is always so reliable.

As long as you endure the process of accumulating progress and do not deliberately go against your body's natural premonition, no matter how strong your opponent is, you will eventually be completely killed.

Of course, it's not without side effects.

Not only were the transmitted Mental Fluctuation rendered intermittent by his evasiveness, but they also resembled the foul ramblings of a madman...

The crimson imprint beneath our feet, before our eyes, and floating in the sky like a vast ladder to heaven, all seem to be pointing to the same thing.

There are limits to demon hunting.

"... gray... despair..."

Without stopping, her azure Cat Eyes stared blankly at the despairing light that was coming towards her but abruptly stopped.

It was as if lightning had struck his mind, instantly cleaving through all the fog.

"I remember now!" His eyes lit up.

Residue of Grudge...

Black elements spewed from the temporary magical abode in Viscount Hudson's castle.

Although it wasn't exactly the same gray as what we saw, the sense of despair and eeriness was exactly the same.

"What could be the connection between these two?" Ailin frowned. "Could it be that the Great-Eyed Evil God comes from the world behind the Place of Magic..."

Thoughts flowed like a tide, but they could only go so far.

Because he knew that once he thought about the magical place in Viscount Hudson's abandoned castle, this vague connection could only be temporarily noted down and could not be pondered deeply.

After all, a few months ago, after he sent Francesca's mother, Sadia, away and absorbed the first fragment of the Ade Gais Gate, he went to the abandoned castle.

However, by then, the magical place that spewed black elements had already disappeared completely as the fragments were absorbed.

"Roar!"

The sudden roar of a beast interrupted his thoughts.

Ailin looked in the direction of the sound.

At some point, the incredibly powerful red light and immense pressure disappeared, and the restless Mental Fluctuation in the air also disappeared.

A large group of ghouls scrambled up the tower of flesh and tentacles.

Flesh and blood piled up together, wriggling like maggots.

Its appearance, with its sharp teeth bared and yellow saliva flying wildly from its mouth, was even more disgusting and ferocious than maggots.

"So, seeing that single-target attacks are ineffective, they're switching to a swarm tactic?" He glanced at the ground below and smirked.

This strategy is not bad.

After all, if he could dodge one or two Ghoul when they swarmed up, how could he possibly dodge them all?

Even in Demon Hunter mode, it's probably impossible to do that.

Moreover, as long as he is forced to kill ghouls or cast spells, he will not hesitate for even the slightest moment.

The Evil God will surely launch another frenzied attack, crushing all the demons around him into mincemeat.

"Unfortunately, He was wrong!"

The moment the Evil God changed his tactics, he was already dead!

Ailin's relaxed and carefree demeanor had completely changed.

In a flash, he changed direction, and from the end of his waving tentacles, like a fully drawn arrow, he pierced straight into the tower of flesh and blood.

He doesn't need to dodge all the attacks from the ghouls.

The Demon Hunter has only one goal...

The fate of Evil God!

"Phew~"

The wind howled in my ears.

Most of the messy, irregular footprints had disappeared, leaving only a staircase composed of clearly visible bloodstains surrounding the tower of flesh and blood.

[Demon Hunter] has been waiting for this moment!

The slime secreted by the tentacles and fleshy towers made it difficult for him to stand, so how could those ghouls be immune to it?

No!

They can't!

Otherwise, why would the carnivorous creatures, which were already piled up in the center of the valley, only now be frantically climbing up the tower covered in flesh and blood?

therefore.

If they can all crawl along seemingly smooth flesh, then Ailin can too, even more so, and faster.

Furthermore, the Evil God ceased all attacks...

There is only one path between Ailin and ultimate victory!

"Thump... smack..."

The sticky slime under his feet quickly dried up, and when he rushed to the tower with its hollow eye sockets, his tentacles were even drier than the ground in the valley.

He then dodged a Giant Ghoul's black claws to the side and performed a backflip.

The iron boots of the Conquest Armor firmly gripped the towering, hollow flesh and blood structures.

Immediately following.

With a flick of his wrist, Ailin performed a sword flourish, then defied all logic and sprinted wildly towards the dark blue sky from the tower that stood perpendicular to the ground.

"Ha!"

He let out a long, triumphant roar.

Seeing the crimson footprints clinging to the flesh tower, Ailin had no idea that the Conquest Armor Boots' "Flatness: Immune to the negative effects of most terrains such as swamps, silt, and snowfields" could also grant immunity to gravity.

Stepping onto the almost 90-degree tower of flesh and blood, the strange feeling of the shift in his center of gravity gave him an exhilarating sense of freedom from all constraints.

"Clap clap clap~"

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the flesh beneath their feet.

Even running against all reason on the tower, Ailin's speed still left all the ghouls swimming behind him far behind.

"Roar!"

The monster in the valley roared loudly in a threatening manner.

The Evil God seemed to realize that something was wrong.

The towering flesh attempted to secrete mucus again, its enormous vertical pupils trembled as they began to glow crimson once more, and the tangible gray pressure distorted the air as it pressed down upon them once more...

Unfortunately, it was too late!

The Elf Tower is only sixteen or seventeen stories high. It sounds very tall, but even including the high ground below, it's only about a hundred meters high.

By the time the Evil God realized something was wrong, he had already reached the middle of the tower.

As the ground began to slip, and the red light and oppressive aura appeared like mist, the giant eyes, flashing with intense astonishment, anger, and a hint of fear, were already close at hand.

Yes.

The Evil God is terrified.

As the tiny figure drew closer, He felt a sense of fear.

He didn't know what he was afraid of.

Even if those tiny ants approached, they couldn't harm Him in the slightest, even if the ritual was incomplete and the power was flawed.

How dare mortals harm the gods!

But He saw death in those cold, icy blue eyes.

No!

For the Evil God god, it seems there is still time.

"Puff!"

A dazzling interplay of red and gray light, a spectacle of destruction, pierced the air and pressed down with devastation.

As long as Ailin persists upwards, there is nowhere to hide; he can only turn around and face the frenzied ghouls.

"Flickering?"

The red and gray light reflected in his azure Cat Eyes drew closer, and he thought of a skill.

But the crimson footprints on the tower of flesh and blood went straight through, so dangerous that the Witcher's keen senses kept alarming, and the psychic power and pressure that made his scalp tingle were aimed directly at the Evil God's scarlet eyes.

It's like telling him...

Don't be a coward, just do it!

Considering the Demon Hunter's impeccable resume, and the strange phenomenon of the footprints guiding him to keep circling and dodging, yet not using Blink to teleport directly to the target location.

Ailin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then suddenly opened them.

I'm taking the gamble!

"Ah--"

He roared with his mouth wide open in a ferocious manner, veins bulging on his forehead, staring directly at the gray-red light and the ferocious giant pupils behind it. Instead of stopping, he quickened his pace.

"Tap tap tap~"

The hurried footsteps were mixed with the howling wind in my ears.

When he was only five meters away from the Evil God's destructive light, and the hairs on his exposed skin stood on end, seemingly helpless, a sudden inspiration struck him.

His mouth was slightly open.

The golden energy that permeated the blood suddenly began to mingle with the four-colored magic power that was converging from the veins.

However, this is different from the past.

The golden energy, just extracted from his blood, seemed to sense the anger and determination in his heart, and trembled at a frequency that seemed to be boiling.

The energy from the beast's roar was tinged with blood.

Following closely behind, the four-colored magic power that converged with the Mutated Organ instantly turned red.

That's not the red of fresh blood.

Rather, it was anger, an extreme, fiery rage that seemed to want to burn the heavens and the earth to ashes.

"Yir..."

Heaven and earth began to resonate intensely.

The moment the wild and powerful roar was unleashed, the gray and red light paused for a moment, and ripples spread across the tough and rough flesh of the tower, centered on the demon hunter.

An intense pressure suddenly erupted.

The interwoven gray and red light suddenly vanished.

"... ulr..."

Another strange roar rang out.

Raging and savage.

The intense pressure of "Beast Roar: Berserk" also disappeared at this moment.

At the same time, the already weakened crimson light also disappeared.

Between Ailin and the Evil God, there was nothing but emptiness and openness.

The enormous eyes, dozens of times larger than those of the Witcher, suddenly contracted into slits.

The entire valley seemed to be plunged into a deathly silence.

He seemed to be about to do something, but at that moment Ailin had already taken a step forward and stood in front of the giant eye.

A pair of Cat Eyes, glowing with a cold and furious blue light, glanced at him as if he were an inanimate object.

Then he took another step, stepping onto the scarlet eyeball, and leaped into the air above the giant eye.

"Phew~"

Scorching heat burst forth from the nasal cavity, as if to ignite the air.

The overwhelming power even burned through my limbs and bones, filling every corner of my body and igniting every cell.

The sword trembled violently.

Balmor yearns, longs to once again assist the swordsman in achieving a feat rarely seen in the world, after a long separation.

Ailin agreed.

then.

Balmor stopped trembling and obediently flipped in mid-air with his movements, the ancient sword tip flashing with a sharp, cold light, pointing directly at the giant eye.

Giant Eyes seemed to realize something as well.

He dispelled the swirling red light and gray mist, and looked up quietly at the Witcher.

The Witcher then saw his own reflection in those crimson pupils.

"Hiss~"

Take a deep breath.

Sheathed the sword in front of his chest.

Then...

Prick!

In that split second, in that instant...

"Boom!"

A violent explosion rang out, and the energy that filled his body condensed in his hands.

Suddenly, the magic mixed in with the red light spots was naturally activated. Without overflowing from the body, it instantly merged into a green color like the Primal Magic.

As the explosive sound rapidly converged on Balmor's ancient blade, edge, and tip, a thick green light suddenly shot out.

In the blink of an eye, it pierced the center of the Evil God's giant eye, the heart of Ailin's reflection.

"Hiss~"

With a soft thud, the green light merged into it, leaving behind a charred and unfathomable black hole.

The world fell silent for a moment.

"... I will come back... the miracle..."

Suddenly, the majestic and distant voice of the Evil God echoed in Ailin's mind, a voice that sounded even more like that of a deity than when it first appeared.

but...

Will they come back again?

What a classic villain's line...

The next moment.

The voice in my mind abruptly stopped.

His vertical pupils suddenly trembled and widened, as if he had discovered something incredible.

"... No... This is impossible... This is impossible... How could a mere human..."

"Boom!"

It was as if countless bombs had suddenly detonated, interrupting Him.

A light even brighter than the Magic Flash emanated from the charred hole and instantly spread across the entire tower covered in blood and flesh.

Bright cracks appeared on the tower.

It was at this moment that a feeling of weakness and dizziness, stronger than ever before when using "Beast Roar: Berserk," struck Ailin, making him feel like he was about to die. At the same time, he suddenly realized something.

As long as the Demon Hunting progress is maxed out, he won't die no matter what happens...

but...

but.

But!

"But it doesn't include after-sales service!!!"

Ailin cried out in terror.

Amidst the earth-shattering roar, the blazing sun shone before him...

In full bloom!