Godchild Descending Upon the World

It was certainly not Ailin's perverse pleasure to pin Ernie and the others to the Greater Griffin's legs.

As Ailin's only... no... the only aerial means of transportation in the School of the Wolf and even the entire Northern Continent, he naturally had to make full use of the "Good Girl's " mobility.

Young witchers cannot get involved in the descent of Evil God now, but that doesn't mean they can't in the future.

Moreover, when faced with a crisis that even Ailin couldn't resolve, such as failing to stop the arrival of Evil God, one can't expect the Sorceress to remember to take them all with them.

The estrangement between the Witcher and Aretuza is one aspect.

Witchers and Sorceress are bound to be on the front lines and in the rear of the battlefield respectively, so in an emergency, they simply won't have time to come to the rescue.

And what if the partner isn't one of Aretuza with whom she has a good relationship, but a male Sorceress? Can they really be expected to be righteous and understanding?

Besides, warlocks don't appear in every battle.

This situation is almost inevitable as the Monster Hunting Legion's strength increases and it participates in more battles.

Therefore, escaping in time is also very important.

Of course, Ailin also has teleportation portals.

Even so, it doesn't preclude adding another evacuation method that has already been exposed to the outside world.

Furthermore...

The number of members in the Monster Hunting Legion is not static, so the more ways to transfer them in real time, the better.

Therefore, it is crucial to increase the carrying capacity of Good Girl and ensure the combat effectiveness of the transported witchers.

To achieve this, it's crucial that witchers adapt to the harsh environment of high-speed flight and strong winds. Additionally...

"Commander! Commander! Help!"

"Claws! Claws!"

A young witcher's frantic cries for help echoed through the howling wind.

in addition...

We also need to get the Greater Griffin used to having a few more people on its talons, so it doesn't habitually crush the future of the School of the Wolf with a single swipe.

certainly.

The young Witcher's shouts were a bit exaggerated.

The positions of the hooks "rings" tied to the claws were all tried by Ailin and Vesemir several times; Ailin even tried each iron ring in the sky.

Even if the Greater Griffin clenched its claws, it would only feel a little uncomfortable at most.

"Good Girl, loosen your grip."

Ailin transmitted his voice to the link in his mind.

The Greater Griffin let out a pitiful cry.

Not long after.

The cries for help that had been echoing in the wind ceased.

"The carnivorous creatures near Arland have been mostly cleared out," Vesemir said, looking at the birds stirred up by the Greater Griffin's aura in the Mahakam Mountains. "Next, we'll have to go to a more distant place."

"I originally thought it would take at least a week to clean up to this extent..."

This is all thanks to the newly acquired Beast Roar: Life Whisper.

Ailin thought to himself.

The exploration area of a small city is colored from dark to light according to the level of "vitality".

The ghouls, those deep red, swarming monsters, were immediately visible to him the moment he stepped into Mahakam and let out a roar.

No matter how cunning the Giant Ghoul is, how keen its sense of smell is, or how well it can hide, it's useless.

If it weren't for the difficult mountain roads and my weakened state a couple of days ago, I could have reached this progress by yesterday.

to be honest.

If he were to encounter any of the ghouls he'd hunted these past two days, he'd report them for cheating.

Although in this world, there probably wouldn't be a "platform" to handle such cases.

However, he knew that while Vesemir's words at this moment were likely expressions of emotion, they were more of a test.

"Life Whisper ..." Ailin murmured, "I call this... um... technique Life Whisper ..."

Vesemir's dark golden Cat Eyes flickered as she looked at him.

Ailin sighed inwardly.

Given his relationship with Vesemir, why go through so many twists and turns?

Aside from the skills provided by the system, he learned almost all of his skills from Vesemir.

Vesemir never held anything back; in fact, he wished he could impart all the knowledge he had acquired in his life to Ailin.

However, Ailin knew that this might be a consequence of his refusal to teach Vesemir "Tracking" when he ambushed Vilgefortz.

"So?" Vesemir looked at him expectantly.

"You can learn it," Ailin said. "In fact, I'm already teaching it."

"They're already teaching?" Vesemir was stunned for a moment, then, remembering Ailin's roar every time he went into the mountains, a thought flashed through his mind, "Could it be..."

"It's just berserk." Ailin nodded.

"Ah?"

Vesemir looked bitter, like a failing student who could only play games after finishing his homework.

"Although the Ice Lance Spell has a rather strange incantation, at least it can condense a shard of ice in the palm of your hand on the first day."

"But it's violent..."

He paused, his face showing embarrassment:

"I shouted for that skill for two whole days, my voice is almost hoarse, and an old priest passing by the temple even grabbed my hand and asked if I was under too much pressure. He nagged me for most of the day, but two days have passed and there's still no sign of it..."

"Ailin, is there really that energy you mentioned in the blood of a Witcher?"

"I've only heard that the core of a Witcher is Mutated Organ created through the Trial of Grasses..."

Ailin, seemingly oblivious to the difficulty on Vesemir's face, didn't answer his question but interrupted him, continuing:

"Vesemir, I call it the Way of the Roar."

"Rage is the beginning of the way of roar, and it was the first roar I comprehended."

"When I defeated Aristo, I used Berserk..."

Aristo ... Vesemir looked somewhat tempted.

"' Primal Tongue ' was the second one I comprehended. It allows me to communicate with the Spirit of Nature, similar to Druid spells. I used it to find the Good Girl's nest."

"In addition..."

"A few days ago, I used it to find six Monster's Nest and Summoning Ritual."

"The third thing I've grasped is the Life Whisper. You've seen the effects, Vesemir. I'm still weak these past few days, but by tomorrow, the speed of searching for monsters will only be faster..."

While the Whisper of the Primal Tongue and the Life Whisper do have some overlapping functions, the Life Whisper is superior in terms of searching.

Not only because the Life Whisper can be used in both cities and forests, but also because the Primal Tongue actually receives "noise" from nature's target, and is not practical when the target's category, identity, and number are unknown.

Moreover, the Primal Tongue will become ineffective when nature is destroyed.

However, Ailin did not believe that the Life Whisper would replace the Primal Tongue.

He felt that the Primal Tongue should have more and deeper uses, but he just hadn't explored them yet.

Vesemir listened, speechless, then suddenly frowned and interrupted:

"Etc!"

"What's wrong?"

"You came up with the Berserk mechanic when you defeated Aristo?"

"No." Ailin shook her head.

Vesemir had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Ailin continue, "The day before defeating Aristo..."

"Just synthesized from the treasure chest..." he added in his mind.

"So, you spent two months mastering three skills that are so powerful, so practical, and so difficult to learn?" Vesemir asked in astonishment.

No one in this world can claim the Path of the Beast Roar, so it would only be stranger to say that it was learned from some destroyed other world.

Therefore, Ailin admitted it without hesitation.

In any case, because of his "talent" in swordsmanship and spells, as well as various potion recipes, he was already considered a genius by those who knew him well...

"What a monster..." Vesemir looked Ailin up and down, his dark golden Cat Eyes turning into a vertical line.

Okay, he's gone from genius to monster.

"So?" Ailin looked at Vesemir with a smile.

"Can't we learn the Life Whisper first?" Vesemir probed.

The ability to defeat Aristo's "Rage" and find the Greater Griffin and the Monster's Nest with "Primal Tongue" is certainly tempting, and of course, one should learn them all if possible.

But to be honest, as a Witcher, compared to "Life Whisper," which purely increases violence and has side effects, "Rage" and "Primal Tongue," which are mystical and involve communicating with so-called "Spirit of Nature," are both more appealing than "Life Whisper."

"No." Ailin shook his head. "The essence of the Way of Roar is to rely on roaring to gather the power hidden in the blood and resonate with nature."

"Berserk is already the simplest and easiest to learn of the three..."

Ailin even suspected that there was some underlying principle behind placing "Beast Roar: Berserk" at the beginning of the Path of the Beast Roar, as it was the foundation of all Beast Roars, and that it was impossible to skip learning it.

Moreover, "Rage" is the only version with a "Battlecry".

There's absolutely no need for the mystical rituals inside the red treasure chest, and to absorb the essence of the beast known as "King Kano".

As for the other beast roars, Ailin still needs to think completely about how to adapt them into "war cries".

Honestly.

Ailin himself wasn't sure how long it would take to transform "Primal Tongue" into "War Cry," let alone "Life Whisper."

Vesemir's face fell, and he sighed with a look of struggle in his eyes, "Then... shall I try again?"

"Try again," Ailin nodded encouragingly. "I'll also think of a way to simplify it further."

Vesemir sighed again at this.

Seeing the Witcher Master's troubled expression, Ailin sighed inwardly.

Compared to him, even Vesemir, the youngest Witcher Master in the Northern Continent and a true genius, found the Path of the Beast Roar difficult.

That would only make things more difficult for other young witchers.

They are just too young, have not learned enough, and do not have an accurate expectation of the difficulty.

"How can I simplify the difficulty?" Ailin, somewhat troubled.

He placed great hopes on the Path of the Beast Roar, believing it could almost change the current awkward position of the Monster Hunting Legion.

But if no one in the Monster Hunting Legion can learn it, or only a very small number of them can learn it.

Since the Legion skill "Resonance" cannot be activated, learning it isn't very meaningful.

While they were pondering, the Greater Griffin had already flown over Arland.

Because the Summoning Ritual took place deep within Mahakam, aside from some nobles and wealthy merchants who heard the news beforehand and fled, it didn't have much of an impact on Arland on the surface.

In fact.

After two or three months of repairs and construction, there are hardly any traces of the disaster brought by May Festival in the sky.

The brand-new and crowded buildings, however, displayed a vibrant beauty under the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Griffin Knight!"

"The Godslayer!"

"Griffin Knight!"

A unified cheer erupted from the ground.

"When did someone start calling me by that title?" Aias held "Good Girl's" toes, sniffing the stench mixed with blood and filth, his tone full of envy.

"What title?" Kray joked, "The Sleepy King?"

"Shut up!" Aias said irritably, reaching out to hit him.

However, as soon as he moved, the Greater Griffin's claws trembled, as if it had been tickled and was about to close.

His hand froze in mid-air in fright.

It wasn't that he was afraid, nor that he didn't know that even if he squeezed it tightly, there would be no danger to his life.

But when a claw bigger than you is right in front of you, pinching you with the immense pressure of a superior being that instills instinctive fear, it's really hard not to have a stress response.

Both Ernie and Klar were so frightened by the same claw that they quickly grabbed Aias's hand and then glared at Kray.

fortunately.

The Greater Griffin merely twitched their claws and made no further move, otherwise they would have shouted.

To be honest...

Although they knew that most of the people below couldn't hear them, they didn't want to embarrass themselves like that.

Especially Klar.

He even half-covered his face when he first saw Arland, afraid that his disheveled appearance would be seen by the people below and they would give him a title like "School of the Wolf Witcher in the Claws" or something similar.

Even though they all know that ordinary people don't have the same keen eyesight as witchers.

The Greater Griffin stopped moving.

However, the young witchers lost their interest in talking and stared blankly at the crowd gathered below for Ailin.

They shouted as they chased the Greater Griffin's trail across the open fields outside the city, rushing towards it as if chasing a kite or on a pilgrimage.

This scene happens twice a day.

Once they set out from the temple to hunt demons, and once they returned.

For a moment, they felt as if Arland was not Duke Mason's city, nor High Priest Ianna's city, but the leader's.

In this city, he is like the divine child who descends to earth in chivalric romances.

However, ever since the leader returned from the battle against the Evil God, even the priests in the temple have been secretly calling him that.

Perhaps their metaphors are true.

"When did someone start calling my name like that?" Kray had just mocked Aias, stared at the crowd on the ground, somewhat mesmerized.

But this time...

No one mocked him.

An intense longing shone in the eyes of every young witcher.

They longed to be heroes, heroes like Ailin.

As for the hero himself, he was troubled by the scene before him.

"Why hasn't it dispersed yet?" Ailin rubbed his temples in frustration.

The young Witcher only sees glory.

But a moment of glory is fleeting, a day at most is enough, but doing it every day would be too much trouble.

In fact.

He commutes daily in the "Greater Griffin," partly to train the Monster Hunting Legion's members, and partly to escape the city's frenzied atmosphere.

Ailin can no longer walk normally in the city, otherwise large crowds of citizens and many outsiders would flock to see him.

Some even went so far as to grope him, as if touching him would grant them immunity to all diseases, abundant harvests, and a fortune.

certainly.

This is actually not so bad, at least he still has Good Girl, so it doesn't affect his normal activities.

However, his extraordinary reputation made him somewhat worried about his relationship with the nobles of Arland, especially Duke Mason.

From a practical standpoint, a reputation among commoners doesn't actually have much effect on an individual witcher, but it can make nobles wary of them.

With the Wild Hunt and the White Frost still raging, Ailin has no intention of starting a revolution, at least not until the cataclysmic disaster is overcome.

Therefore, such a fervent atmosphere seemed to be only harmful to him.

"It's alright," Vesemir patted Ailin on the shoulder. "Commoners are always good at forgetting. Kill the ghouls of Arland as soon as possible and get back to Kaer Morhen as soon as possible."

"At this time next year, when you walk down the streets of Arland, listening to the songs and poems praising yourself, no one will recognize you."

Ailin raised an eyebrow. "Master Vesemir, very experienced?"

"Certainly."

Vesemir smugly adjusted his Black Wide-brimmed Hat.

Then, as if remembering something, he glanced at the frenzied crowd below and sighed:

"Certainly..."