Life is truly full of ups and downs.
Sara has never understood this principle as deeply as he does now.
When he was worried about the effectiveness of the Specter Oil. The Royal Knights had just encountered a wave of Wraiths and, like a bolt of lightning, had lured a large group of Wraiths to chase after them. When he worried about the safety of the two witchers.
Vesemir and Master Allen, with their horsemanship and swordsmanship far surpassing those of the ordinary soldiers, ignited a green flame that rivaled that of a hundred Royal Knights. The wave of Wraiths was completely halted. But just as he was feeling jubilant, thinking that everything would be fine until the ritual was completed, the situation took a turn for the worse.
First, the Specter Oil for the Royal Knights ran out early, and then their horses lacked the strength, being tightly pursued by the Wraiths.
Caught in a dilemma.
In an instant, the initial advantage was completely exhausted. The wave of Wraiths surged forward.
Looking at the figures that were being tightly pursued by those damned Wraiths but resolutely leaving, Sara couldn't help but clench his fists, the veins on his forehead bulging as he fixed his gaze on the comrades no more than a hundred meters away. He seemed to see Arthur shaking his head vigorously at him.
At that moment.
A soldier from the monster hunting army clad in black armor approached.
"Sir Sara, the two hundred portions of Specter Oil have all been collected. Now…" The soldier glanced at the Royal Knights who were turning their horses around. "Should we still deliver them to the Royal Knights?"
Sara looked at the wave of Wraiths that was closing in, now only about three hundred meters away. Then he glanced at the exhausted war horses galloping away with the Royal Knights.
After a long silence.
"No need." Sara shook his head. "Distribute the Specter Oil again, then get the brothers ready; it will soon be our turn."
The soldier looked back at the approaching Wraiths, feeling the increasingly heavy chill in the evening breeze, and then gazed at the brightly lit Ellander.
He said nothing.
He merely bowed deeply before moving among the various squads to relay orders.
In a moment.
The entire appearance of the monster hunting army underwent a sudden change. The chilling murderous intent seemed to freeze even the night wind.
Mary, who was assisting Vera, noticed the shift in atmosphere around her, looked up, and couldn't help but ask anxiously: "Master, how much longer?"
"Soon…" Vera replied without looking up, her tone indifferent.
However, seeing her usually calm and graceful mentor wiping the sweat from her forehead every few seconds as the temperature dropped, Mary realized that Vera was already exerting herself to the limit. So even though she didn't get an exact timeframe, she didn't want to disturb her any further.
The ritual had been set up to its core, and there were fewer and fewer things Mary could assist with. Most of the time, she could only stand idly by, staring at the ritual setup that Vera had arranged, lost in thought. Pretending that she was useful, that she was important, that she was buying time for everyone…
Though she knew this was just self-deception.
"If only I hadn't chosen alchemy when I was selected by Lady Vera after leaving Aretuza." Mary bit her lower lip anxiously.
"Whether studying elemental changes or delving into the mysteries of rituals, at this moment, it would be hundreds of times more useful than alchemy."
She watched Vera's movements.
The increasingly complete ritual array on the ground seemed to mock her, belittle her, and scold her with each arc…
This made Mary, anxious, unable to help but look towards the war horses that the monster hunting army had placed aside.a
But the next second.
She forcibly suppressed her urge to ride and catch up with Allen. Each wraith had almost the highest tolerance for spells. Only the most difficult fire-element spells could achieve decent effects.
Unfortunately.
In the past half month, she had only learned three types of fire-element spells, and none could be cast while riding on the bumpy back of a horse without being disturbed. Thus, Mary knew that even if she caught up with Allen, it would be useless; instead, she would hold him back and distract his attention.
"I really am useless…"
Mary couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the monster hunting army, interrupting Mary and causing her to instinctively look towards the direction of the Wraiths. Though the Royal Knights had already turned back and retreated a distance, it was clear that…
Because of this commotion, many of the Wraiths that had been drawn away were now re-captured by the increasingly approaching monster hunting army and the life energy of Ellander. Moreover, the number of Wraiths breaking away from chasing the Royal Knights was continuously increasing.
The wave of Wraiths rushing towards Ellander was gradually accelerating. But just then, a dark figure suddenly dashed in front of the Royal Knights' formation.
"It's Master Vesemir!"
Mary squinted, carefully identifying for a moment before recognizing him.
He waved his bluish-silver sword.
In the blink of an eye, the left flank of the wave of Wraiths ignited with three or four green flames. Many of the Wraiths that had disengaged were again attracted, following behind the Royal Knights. The speed of the wave of Wraiths slowed down once more.
The situation had changed again.
A long sigh of relief emanated from the front line of the monster hunting army. Though it felt somewhat unfair to their comrades, these infantrymen were not like the Royal Knights who could run away at will. Once the Wraiths pressed up, they could only block them with their lives. And with the sheer number of Wraiths…
Death was almost certain.
Therefore.
Seeing their comrades drawing the Wraiths away again and slowing down the wave of Wraiths, they all breathed a sigh of relief. They were not afraid of death and were willing to give their lives for the Duke and Ellander.
But who wouldn't want to live well if they could avoid death?
Mary gazed at Vesemir for a long time before suddenly remembering something.
"Where's Allen?"
Vesemir had gone to support the Royal Knights, but what about Allen…
Thinking of this, Mary stood up involuntarily, anxiously scanning the dark surroundings.
And then the next second.
"Thud thud thud~"
The sound of galloping hooves rang out.
Carrying two swords, Allen suddenly burst through the darkness, appearing at the forefront of the wave of Wraiths.
"Boom~"
With a loud bang.
The green tide seemed to crash against the hardest rock.
The waves surged.
As if the tide had suddenly turned.
Dozens or even hundreds of Wraiths were instantly sent flying into the sky, crashing down into the midst of the wave of Wraiths, directly creating a large black gap. Like a massive rock suddenly standing in the middle of a green tide.
"Isn't the power of this Aard sign much stronger than at the beginning…"
Mary was taken aback.
"Thud thud thud~"
The sound of hooves grew closer.
Allen, riding a black warhorse, circled wide in front of the monster hunting army, getting as close as less than twenty meters.
Many soldiers clad in black armor even saw, in the firelight, a face younger than their children's, and a pair of cold, merciless blue eyes. But this was only for an instant.
In the next moment.
He charged once again into the green tide composed of Wraiths.
Charging in single-handedly!
Recklessly but fearlessly, like a small boat battling the sea. Seeing this heart-stirring scene, the monster hunting army fell silent for a few seconds before erupting into strong agitation.
"By the gods… this witcher… this witcher…"
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"The King of Mayfest in Ellander…"
"The Blue Death, this is the Blue Death…"
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Countless chaotic and fragmented voices gradually converged into a passionate roar: "Victory! Victory!"
The morale of the monster-hunting soldiers surged, but when Mary saw this scene, she felt as if she had fallen into an icy abyss. She gripped her chest with her right hand, biting her lip so hard that blood flowed, yet she didn't even notice.
"What happened, Mary?" Vera asked.
It was only at this moment that Mary came to her senses, her mouth filled with the taste of iron.
She licked her lips and looked at Vera, who was focused on arranging the ritual. After hesitating for several seconds, she carefully described the scene she had just witnessed.
After hearing Mary's description, Vera's figure momentarily froze before she continued with the ritual.
"It's almost done… almost done… just a bit longer… it will be ready soon…"
Muffled murmurs drifted into Mary's ears.
She looked up again at the witcher who was casting the Aard sign, sending a group of wraiths flying, and couldn't help but bite her lip again.
"It has to be fine… it will definitely be fine… it will definitely be okay…"
"It will definitely be…"
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"Clop, clop, clop~"
Amid the sound of hooves, green sparks erupted and burned out behind the black warhorses. As the horses surged forward, two small clusters of wraiths converged in the middle of the Wraith tide.
Green lanterns gathered, illuminating the faces of the Witchers.
Their disheveled hair was blown wild by the fierce wind, veins bulged around their temples and eye sockets, and their faces appeared as pale as corpses.
This was a manifestation of the potent toxicity of alghoul decoction.
What would kill an ordinary person with just one drop was, for Witchers, a good medicine to temporarily enhance their strength.
"All potions that can temporarily boost physical condition, strength, agility, etc., are harmful to the human body…"
"Unless absolutely necessary, try to… try not to take too much…"
For some reason, amidst the howling wind, the Witcher suddenly recalled the memory of being caught taking the Blizzard potion by the little priestess.
He remembered that just before that, Lysa had been happily skipping in the garden in front of the shrine, humming a tune related to Sleeping Beauty.
"I wonder if the Temple of Melitele has suffered from the Wild Hunt's spell attack…"
The Witcher sighed softly.
With a thought, he checked: "Main Quest: [Specters' Revenge Festival] Eliminate the wraiths (576/1614)"
Then he looked down.
"Hunting Task: Wraith I (Kill wraiths 96/100)"
"Only four more to go?" The Witcher muttered, glancing back.
After losing one-third of their numbers, the Wraith tide appeared much sparser. Moreover, most of them were distracted by the knight regiment led by Vesemir and the allure he provided.
Overall, the tide resembled a large and small pair of horns.
Vesemir stood at the tip of the large horn, while Allen was at the small one.
About four hundred more were still drifting toward the monster-hunting army, but because of the two parties' distraction, they were not moving as swiftly as before.
As long as the witchers remained, and as long as Allen and Vesemir could stabilize these two "horns," things should generally be okay.
The key was…
Could they hold it steady?
The Witcher couldn't help but sigh.
"Ah~"
Amid the screams, three more wraiths turned into green fireworks.
"Hunting Task: Wraith I (Kill wraiths 99/100)"
If possible, he really didn't want to complete this task right now.
Unfortunately…
It was not an option!
As he approached the monster-hunting army, he had glanced at the ritual Vera was setting up from a distance.
Although it was not feasible for him to help, with LV5 in Ritual Learning and knowledge of magical rituals, he could roughly estimate the completion time of the ritual. It was faster than he imagined, but it would still take at least half an hour.
Vesemir and the Ellander knights had managed to hold a large number of wraiths, but they were also seeing many lights returning to the tide from behind them.
And how was it for him?
As long as he stopped hunting, it wouldn't take long before the wraiths in the small horn would return to the tide. Then the speed of the Wraith tide would accelerate. This was a future Allen could foresee.
So, this hunting task…
He… had to do it.
"There are three bottles of alghoul Decoction left…"
"As long as I eliminate the monsters summoned by the convergence of spheres as quickly as possible, there will still be a chance!"
The witcher encouraged himself. Then he squeezed his thighs against the warhorse to accelerate.
He had to move away from Ellander as much as possible without letting the wraiths leave on a large scale, avoiding the massive shockwave generated by the convergence of spheres from affecting Vera's ritual setup.
"Clop, clop, clop~"
The warhorse galloped forward.
Allen quickly arrived at a small mound piled with bonfires. This place was on the route of the carnival, allowing him to see the Wraith tide clearly, roughly five to six hundred meters away. Some wraiths from the "small horn" he had attracted had already begun to drift away, so he couldn't go any farther.
"Hiss~"
He pulled the reins, causing the warhorse to stop abruptly with a loud whinny.
Dismounting.
The Witcher first drank a bottle of white honey to eliminate the effects and toxicity of both the Cat's Eye and the alghoul decoction. Then he drank another bottle of alghoul decoction and placed the Blizzard potion in the most convenient spot in his reagent bag.
Although the effect of the previous alghoul decoction still had a long time before it would end. But it couldn't be helped.
The toxicity of the alghoul decoction combined with the Blizzard potion was already at the limit Allen could endure. To eliminate the toxicity of the Cat's Eye, he had no choice but to do this.
Next.
The Witcher gathered up the dry branches prepared for the carnival parade and threw them all into the bonfire. Then he formed the Igni seal.
The dim bonfire suddenly blazed brightly.
"Phew~"
After thinking for two seconds without finding any other problems, the Witcher finally breathed a sigh of relief.
A prepared Witcher is invincible.
If it weren't for the uncertain position of the convergence of spheres, he might have even wanted to set up two Aard traps where the monsters would appear.
At this moment.
A Wraith phased out from twenty meters away from the Witcher. The Witcher didn't mind. Glancing at the green light appearing on his right rear, he crouched down to dodge the incoming long sword.
Following that, he stomped his right foot on the ground, spun around, and struck!
A blue light flashed.
"Swish," and the Wraith instantly transformed into a burst of green fireworks.
[Ding! Hunting task completed: Wraith I (Kill wraiths 100/100)]
[Rewards: Small Experience Orb *4000, Monster Codex—Wraith]
[Ding! Hunting Task: Wraith II (Kill wraiths 0/300) has been activated. Do you accept?]
After casually accepting the task, the Witcher took a deep breath and adjusted his condition to its best. Then he tightened his grip on Elsa, glanced at Vesemir, and then at the two small black dots behind the monster-hunting army.
The next second.
[Ding! Monster Codex "Wraith" has been unlocked, the conjunction of the Spheres "Wraith" will appear in 54 seconds, please prepare!]
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277. The First Battle of the Divine Sword Balmur.
278. White Light and Frost.
279. Please Make Way.
280. Settlement of the One-Eyed Wraith Extermination Rewards.
281. Ellander's Funeral.
[... The "Wraith" from the Conjunction of the Spheres will appear in 27 seconds, please prepare yourself!]
Watching the countdown slowly tick down to zero, the Witcher thought for a moment and pulled out two pieces of black cloth from his chest. It was the enchanted set of night gear gifted by Francesca.
Wearing the mask would allow him to become invisible at night. The headscarf could eliminate the sounds of breathing, footsteps, and even his heartbeat. He hadn't used this stealth gear in so long, he'd almost forgotten he had it.
In general.
When monsters were summoned during the Conjunction of the Spheres, there would always be a period of dizziness and disorientation. This gave the Witcher an initial advantage. This was also why he dared to complete the hunting mission and summon the Conjunction of the Spheres at this time.
Allen was no longer the Witcher apprentice he once was when he first crossed over.
With the initial advantage, if the summoned creature was of the same level as the Drowner King or the Giant Swamp Sprite, he could use [Monster Hunt] to land several consecutive strikes and finish it off once he accumulated enough progress. But wraiths, after all, could phase through.
He wasn't sure whether the monster summoned by tracing the Wraith's world would also experience the dizziness.
Wearing this gear should ensure everything went smoothly... right?
The Witcher tightened the mask.
Instantly.
The surroundings became so quiet that the only sounds were the crackling of the campfire burning the dry branches and the rustling of the cold night wind sweeping through the grass.
Even the few wraiths that had been chasing him suddenly paused, as if they had lost their target.
A few seconds later, they resumed floating toward the Witcher. But by then, Allen no longer had the time to worry about them.
...4, 3, 2, 1.
As the countdown ended, the Witcher's vision turned blood-red. It was as if everything in front of him was soaked in blood.
A particularly horrifying sight.
[Warning! Warning! Warning!]
[Detected fluctuation from the Conjunction of the Spheres! Detected fluctuation from the Conjunction of the Spheres!]
"Buzz~"
The wolf medallion throbbed violently, but Allen's ears couldn't hear any sound. None of these strange occurrences disturbed the Witcher's state of mind. The Conjunction of the Spheres, an old acquaintance by now!
While Allen crouched slightly, ready to meet the impact...
He scanned the surroundings by the firelight, hoping to spot the place where the monster would emerge.
In the next moment.
In the flickering campfire light, a deep, pitch-black hole appeared about ten meters to the Witcher's right, as if it was absorbing all light around it. As soon as the black hole appeared.
Allen quickly turned right, took three rapid steps, and silently crouched down, channeling his magic into the earth just under the black hole, barely a meter away from it.
Yrden sign, magic trap.
"Pop—"
A light sound, like a soap bubble bursting near his ear.
"This sound seems a bit too small..." The thought flashed through his mind as the Witcher rolled forward twice without hesitation, warily watching the air around the distorted black hole. Then, extending his right hand, he was about to draw Elsa.
But unexpectedly, at that moment...
Behind the Witcher, right beside Elsa, something trembled ever so slightly. That was where the Divine Sword Balmur was.
The Witcher hesitated for a moment.
At that time.
The black hole began to change...
A green light, no bigger than a thumb, was spat out...
Huh?
Why so small?
Allen's hand, which had been reaching for Balmur, paused, and his blue cat-like eyes widened in surprise. Just as he was quickly thinking about how to fight such a small monster...
The next moment.
"Hiss—"
With a bizarre, sharp, and spine-chilling snake-like hiss, the green dot of light suddenly expanded.
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"Da-da-da~"
The rhythm of hooves striking the ground was slowing down, but the warhorses' breathing grew heavier and rougher. Their pounding hearts even drowned out the sound of the fierce wind whipping past their ears.
"Neigh—"
One of the warhorses in the group, either exhausted or having stepped into a pit, let out a long whinny before it and its rider crashed heavily to the ground. They were quickly swallowed by the Wraith tide following behind.
"Ah—"
The knight's scream quickly faded away.
"We need to rest for a moment!" At the head of the long line, Vesemir turned another Wraith into a burst of green smoke, his mind racing.
The horses had reached their limit. Even though fewer and fewer wraiths were chasing them. He had no choice but to lead the knights away from the Wraith tide and let the horses rest for a while.
And in truth.
It wasn't just the horses.
The knights riding them were in no better condition. Every one of them was breathing heavily. Since Vesemir had joined them to slow down the Wraith tide, they hadn't had a moment of rest.
Although they didn't have to fight, merely following him. But riding a horse while wearing heavy armor was exhausting enough. Not to mention, they had to suppress their fear of death and endure the freezing temperatures while approaching those grotesque wraiths.
"Master Vesemir... we can still... keep going..." Arthur, panting heavily and red-eyed, staggered over to Vesemir as he sheathed his sword and started to lead the group away from the wraiths.
"No, you can't!" Vesemir laid his sword flat on his horse's now steady back, cutting him off with a blank expression.
Ignoring Arthur and the other knights' anxious protests, he glanced back at the area now engulfed by a green tide. Through the mist, he could just barely see the fallen knights and their horses. That was the fourteenth knight to fall since he had joined them, in such a short time.
This time, the Witcher master wasn't about to listen to any more excuses like "That was just an accident," "There was a pit in the ground," or "Bad luck..."
To be honest.
Vesemir could understand the knights' growing fear as more and more wraiths returned to the tide, drawing closer to the ritual circle, to Ellander, and to their loved ones. He wasn't a stranger to sacrifice.
But...
Ever since they had almost undone all their previous efforts by returning to the Monster Hunting army to fetch the Specter Oil due to a "mistake," or more accurately, a lack of knowledge about monsters.
Including Arthur, the seemingly calm officer, all the knights' mental states had collapsed. They were recklessly risking their lives, as if trying to atone. This was not what experienced soldiers should do.
It was also utterly pointless.
Right now, Vesemir was the only one in the group actually making a difference. The other knights were just following to avoid lowering the wraiths' focus on them.
Of course.
More importantly...
Though Vesemir wasn't particularly versed in ritual studies, by watching Vera's ritual circle gradually fill, he could estimate a rough timeline. As long as nothing went wrong here or with Allen, and the Monster hunting army kept the wraiths at bay.
The timing should work out. There was no need for these honorable knights to waste their lives in vain.
Still.
Hearing the intense, almost explosive heartbeat of both man and beast, and seeing their desperate, red-eyed faces as they lost their sanity.
Vesemir knew reasoning wouldn't help, so he sternly reprimanded them with just one sentence: "I am the Witcher master, do you think you know more than I do about dealing with monsters?"
Then, no one spoke again.
Staring at the constantly returning wraiths and listening to the breathing of people and livestock around him, Vesemir silently calculated the best time to reengage in battle. Beside him, Arthur, though anxious, knew that without Vesemir, returning would be useless.
All they could do was exchange glances with their subordinates and try to regulate their breathing. Surprisingly, hearing the Witcher Master's reprimand actually calmed Arthur's heart.
That's right! Vesemir is the Witcher Master!
Since he is so composed, there must be no problem!
The more he thought about it, the more Arthur's restless heart gradually settled.
"And besides, we have two Witcher Masters..." he let out a long breath.
Now that he thought about it, Master Allen was only fourteen years old. Recalling the necrophage oil, the specter oil, and the blood-dripping, terrifying alghoul head...
Arthur couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.
Not only could Allen create exceptional potion formulas, but he was also powerful enough to easily hunt large monsters.
Was this the difference between an ordinary person and a genius?
To avoid thinking about the wraiths anymore and to keep his mind clear, Arthur's thoughts wandered. His eyes unconsciously drifted toward the other side of the wraith horde. But now, it was night, and the horde of wraiths blocked his view, so naturally, he couldn't see anything...
Huh?
Arthur's eyes suddenly widened.
"What is that?"
Vesemir, who was listening intently to the sound of heartbeats, instinctively turned his head toward Arthur, then followed his gaze.
In the next moment, his golden cat eyes contracted into narrow slits, and his breathing stopped.
He saw it.
At the rear of the wraith horde, a giant skeleton at least ten meters tall had suddenly appeared. It glowed faintly with an eerie green light.
A single vertical eye.
A strong pressure spread like a gust of wind the moment the Witcher Master laid eyes on this giant. Not only did Vesemir feel a heavy weight on his body and strain on his heart, but the warhorses also whinnied and became restless.
"Clatter, clatter, clatter~"
The sound of chattering teeth echoed from the ranks of the knights beside him. The massive horde of wraiths seemed to be suppressed by this overwhelming power.
Nearly a thousand wraiths turned almost simultaneously toward the monster and abruptly stopped in their tracks. It was as if subjects had met their king, or like animals facing their natural enemy...
Seeing this bizarre scene, a shiver ran down Vesemir's spine, coldness seeping from the base of his spine to the top of his head.
"Damn! Allen is still over there!!!"
The Witcher Master exclaimed and spurred his horse to charge forward.
Startled, Arthur quickly reached out to stop him, but how could an ordinary person, even a skilled knight, possibly hold back a Witcher Master?
"Neeeiiigh—"
Breaking free in an instant, Arthur's outstretched hand grabbed onto the horse's rope, yanking hard. The horse neighed in pain, almost kicking him, but it also sped up.
"Thud, thud, thud~"
The sound of galloping hooves grew louder.
As Arthur was helped back up by the other knights, his face was as pale as a corpse.
He stared blankly at the colossal, god-like monster, at the wraiths who now looked like well-trained soldiers, and at the Witcher Master rushing off in panic...
His arms fell limply to his sides, his heart sinking into despair. The horse's rough tail fell to the dust below.
It's over...
Ellander... it's over...
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"What kind of monster is this?"
Caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the large, green creature, the Witcher retreated quickly, holding the trembling Balmur in his hand, which seemed to be quivering with excitement.
The rough skin of the rapidly expanding monster always kept about two fists' distance from him. He could even see the fingerprint-like texture, spreading into a network of ridges and valleys.
Allen had anticipated the difficulties that could arise with this Conjunction of the Spheres:
The Wild Hunt suddenly appearing, monsters too strong, a flood of wraiths...
But he never expected that the first of the 81 challenges would be a colossal ghost-like creature pressing down on him like a mountain. Though he didn't know what kind of monster this was, he did know one thing: floating wraiths typically have no weight...
These random thoughts didn't affect the speed of his retreat.
In less than two seconds, Allen moved like a ghost, silently withdrawing to within five meters of the flickering bonfire. And it was here that the monster stopped expanding.
"Whoosh~"
The heat from the fire seared his back, and the Witcher quickly caught his breath. Then, skillfully retrieving a Blizzard potion from his pouch, he took a gulp and tossed the bottle aside.
Immediately after, to make the most of the Conjunction and the "nightfall" advantage granted by his every blink, he didn't assess the monster's attributes, didn't check if the creature was stunned, and didn't even wait for the Blizzard potion to fully take effect...
His right foot slammed into the ground, swinging Balmur.
Slash!
For Allen, this strike was a gamble.
Up to now, he had never used Balmur.
Neither against ghouls nor wraiths...
It always seemed like some instinct was subtly warning him that the great Sacred Sword Balmur wasn't meant for slashing through common riff-raff. Of course, that was just a feeling—it wasn't as if some sorcerer was whispering in his mind.
Allen was also accustomed to using Elsa, coating it with oils, so he never had the need to use Balmur. But a few seconds ago, the legendary sword Balmur had actually "requested" a fight.
Even though there was no time to coat it with specter oil, the Witcher had to take the risk. Steel-slicing, demon-slaying, armor-piercing, evil-banishing, fate-breaking...
This sacred sword, with five special properties.
"Swish!"
In an instant, to fully concentrate on delivering this slash, the Witcher's magic temporarily halted, pulling him out of the invisibility and silence granted by the nightfall.
A cold flash gleamed.
Balmur sliced through the air with a sharp crack, fiercely striking the rough skin of the unknown ghost-like monster.
To be safe, Allen had already prepared for the sword to be repelled by the creature's elementally fortified barrier. He was ready to use the recoil to spin and draw his Elsa, soaked in specter oil, for follow-up strikes.
By then, the Blizzard potion's effects would have fully kicked in.
He could execute such a high-difficulty maneuver. But he hadn't expected that when Balmur struck the monster's green skin, a brilliant white light would suddenly blaze through the darkness. Then, like a hot knife through butter, the blade easily cleaved through the elemental barrier, sinking deep into the creature.
And that wasn't the end of it.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion followed.
Where Balmur had cut, a head-sized cavity blasted open.
In that moment, even the normally emotionless Witcher, deep in his monster-hunting state, froze for a second. Then, seeing the numbers in his field of vision, his jaw dropped.
[Monster Hunt] Progress: 69%
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278. White Light and Frost.
279. Please Make Way.
280. Settlement of the One-Eyed Wraith Extermination Rewards.
281. Ellander's Funeral.
282. A Commission of One Oren.
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