Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 595 Instant Kill! Desperate Situation!
"Boom~"

Lightning serpents crawled through the night, occasionally striking the carrion demons that had fallen into the black hole, igniting the already unstable monsters.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The destructive carrion demon exploded, igniting its kind in the surrounding space, and the entire sky was illuminated by countless exploding fireballs, as if it were daytime.

The blurry yet terrifying figure of the rider grew closer and clearer amidst the grand ceremony interwoven with thunder and explosions.

The rider's helmet was adorned with buffalo horns and a tattered feathered crest, and beneath the deathly gray mask lay even paler skin. The skeletal horse beneath him was wrapped in a ragged horse coat.

They rode on ribbons that streaked across the sky, circling the black holes under the night sky.

The successive explosions at extremely close range had absolutely no effect on them; they only caused the tattered cloaks worn by the skeleton knights to flutter wildly in the wind like banners.

The explosion unleashed a powerful shockwave, sending fragments of flesh raining down on the withered woodland.

The destruction further weakens the already vulnerable forests and shrubs, whose vitality has been drained and polluted by the rituals.

Almost no carrion demon survives; most are caught in the crossfire of their own kind, exploding into magnificent fireworks with their lives the moment they arrive in this world.

Those that narrowly escaped destruction were also blasted upon impact with the ground due to severe injuries.

The roars came one after another.

The horde of undead who had gathered to search for the Witcher were completely stunned by the explosion.

Vast swathes of land were blasted to death and injured by the sudden disaster. Even dozens or hundreds of demonic spirits were obliterated in the carrion demon's explosive frenzy, turning into wisps of black smoke and disappearing from the world.

In the blink of an eye, the withered woodland was as if an eraser had wiped away all the dead spirits from its core, leaving only scraps of flesh, deep and shallow ravines, and the burning trees.

"Boom!"

Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, reflected in the Witcher's trembling, narrowed cat-like eyes.

Crimson armor, a skeletal horse beneath him emitting eerie blue breath, and most striking of all, those eyes…

Deeply embedded in the empty bone socket.

A crimson will-o'-the-wisp floated by, burning silently.

Other skeleton knights dressed similarly stood on either side of the horse, their ghostly flames in their bone sockets all bluish-gray.

"Centurion Reinhards, he's the Wild Hunt who once appeared in the Spiral!"

The Witcher felt his heart pounding in his chest, a chill running from his tailbone down to his scalp.

He remembered it clearly: the uniquely styled Wild Hunt swung his sword so fast that even Erin's senses, which were already at their limit, couldn't keep up.

That's not a formidable enemy he can deal with right now.

The Witcher suppressed his curiosity and looked away, only glancing at the furious, bluish-gray ghostly flames around him out of the corner of his eye, trying to figure out his movements.

Because he remembered that the gaze of the void, when it fell upon the Wild Hunt centurion named Renakins, would be keenly perceived by him.

"Why would the Wild Hunt appear at this time?" The Witcher's mind raced. "Because of the interdimensional fusion?"

The main questline and Ban Ad's warlock are now irrelevant; survival is his only goal, as hundreds of Wild Hunt shadows roam the skies.

"roar~"

A colossal black hole appeared in the core of the withered forest, above the Corpse King and Queen, during the final stage of the alien fusion.

Hordes of carrion-eating demons spewed out of the black hole and crashed directly onto the ground, into the still-burning crater.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

The explosions continued, fueling the fire in the heart of the withered woodland.

Followed by.

"hiss--"

The agonizing hiss of snakes echoed from the black hole.

The thick, yellow smoke billowed out, suffocating the flames burning on the ground. In an instant, a hazy yellow filter enveloped the entire area within a radius of several hundred meters in the heart of the withered woodland.

The moment the most humanoid undead were touched by the murky yellow smoke, their naked, pale skin immediately hissed as it was corroded, and then they fell down in droves.

The zombies howled in pain, instinctively moving away from the murky yellow smoke.

Only the undead, carrying an eerie green lantern, attacked each of the approaching corruption demons without realizing it.

However, in the murky yellow smoke, the carrion demons were killed without any explosion.

It collapsed to the ground, its limbs and bones spraying out turbid, yellowish liquid, which evaporated and vaporized in mid-air, merging into the smoke.

This made the murky yellow color of the smoke even more pronounced.

Then, as if in a difficult birth, a monster was squeezed out of the enormous black hole.

Its skin is a blood-red color, but its shape is like that of a creature that has just been soaked in aqua regia. The melted flesh hangs on its body, and you can even see the faint white bones, which makes people's scalp tingle just by looking at it.

Those exposed, stark white bones, between the gaps of flesh and blood, emitted smoke with a hissing sound, like breathing.

The corrosive smoke that permeates the withered woodland comes from these monsters.

Mr. Skeleton.

There were no other new monsters; the seven large monsters that emerged from the great black hole were all Corpse Lords.

[Name: Mr. Skeleton]

【Level: 87】

[Attributes: Strength 30, Agility 31, Constitution 99, Perception 61, Mysticism 134]

When the last hideous corpse slid out, all the black holes in the sky and on the ground immediately closed.

And it was precisely at this moment.

The thunder in the sky also disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared at all.

then……

"Tap~tap~tap~"

The rapid sound of hooves descended from the sky. The Black Knight, riding a skeletal horse, landed in the heart of the withered forest, above the seven Corpse Lords, silently surveying everything on the ground.

The Witcher glanced at the unconscious, decaying skeletons and the grim leg bones of the skeletal horse out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but lean back, hiding among the fairly dense pine needles, and involuntarily held his breath.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

The suffocating silence was broken only when the sound of hooves broke the silence as several skeletal horses circled around to the front of the procession and whispered a few words to the Wild Hunt centurion named Renatkins.

At this time.

"His-"

The slumped corpse on the ground suddenly had one of its heads raised, its face covered with molten flesh, looking ferocious and terrifying, and it spewed out a stream of dark yellow turbid water like sharp arrows at the Wild Hunt in the sky.

The turbid current arrived in front of the Wild Hunt in the blink of an eye, but the whispering Wild Hunt didn't move at all, and the entire Wild Hunt team remained frozen in place, as if they hadn't seen the Carrion Eater's attack.

next second.

The turbid current, sharp as an arrow, was blocked by a blue barrier that suddenly appeared.

At that moment, the whispering mad hunter lowered its head and looked down with its eerie blue ghost fire at the seven-headed rotting skeleton that was rising from the ground.

He raised his right hand.

"Qiang!"

Of the nearly one hundred hunters, some immediately drew their swords.

Draw the sword, raise the sword, and slash! Almost simultaneously, more than a dozen sharp white lights, resembling crescent moons, descended from the sky, passed through the seven rotting corpses that had just risen from the ground, and disappeared into the ground.

The seven rotting corpses seemed to be unharmed.

But it only seems so...

With the slightest movement, it instantly tore apart along the path of the white light, gushing out foul-smelling blood and viscous organs flowing out like sticky glue, filling the deep pit in the withered forest.

The seven-headed rotten skeleton was silently and instantly killed in the blink of an eye.

The Witcher felt a chill run down his spine, and his azure cat-like eyes instantly narrowed to slits in horror.

The Corpse Lord was certainly not a difficult monster for him to deal with; he could easily defeat it without using [Demon Hunter]. But it was definitely not as easy as he had made it out to him, as if these seven large monsters were just seven immobile chunks of flesh.

“They’re different…” Erin murmured to himself, “They are stronger than those Wild Hunts that have appeared in Floating Harbor and Elland. They’re not even in the same league.”

The Wild Hunt spell that destroyed half of Elland was certainly powerful, but for those in the know, its impact was far greater than what we see now.

The Corpse King is a powerful large monster. Judging from the magical influence it exudes, although it cannot compare to a summoning ritual, it far surpasses the Great Griffin and the Deer-Headed Spirit.

Hunting such large monsters by exploiting their weaknesses is a completely different concept in terms of difficulty compared to indiscriminately splitting open their skin, muscles, and incredibly strong bones.

To put it simply, someone who can kill a Corpse King is only capable of killing a Corpse King.

But the reason these Wild Hunt killed the Corpse King was definitely because the Corpse King was the only large monster in this area.

“It was too hasty…” Erin suppressed his heavy breathing caused by tension.

He had initially planned that after learning "Beast Roar: No-Fly", he would try to find a weaker Wild Hunt to interrogate him for information about "White Frost" when he encountered the Wild Hunt while rescuing Hen Gedimidis.

In retrospect, he was really courting death.

Not only could he not defeat the centurion Reynolds, but any of the ordinary Wild Hunt members behind him were not easy to deal with.

“That makes sense,” he thought. “The elite of the mountain peoples who once roamed across realms and conquered countless worlds should have such overwhelming power; otherwise, how could they have ruled so many worlds…”

However, another problem arises—

In the original books and games, the Wild Hunt's strength is not weak, but Geralt, who is at most only at the level of a Witcher Master, was able to fight on equal terms with Eredin Brick Glass, the King of the Wild Hunt. It is understandable that the Witcher world was not conquered by the Alder People, Ion El.

But in this world, where Ain El's combat power far surpasses the level of the Witcher world.

Why didn't they conquer the Witcher world?

In addition...

The Mountain People, Ion Siddi, and the Alder People, Ion El, share the same origin—Ion Wooddod.

Why are the mountain people so much weaker than the alder people?

If the Free Elves had the power of the Wild Hunt, how could they have been driven to the brink of extinction by humans?

"Tap~tap~tap~"

The dull thud of hooves broke the silence, interrupting Erin's sudden reverie.

He quickly shrank back, pressing himself against the rough oak branch. The solid texture of his back gave him absolutely no sense of security.

The skeleton knight soared into the sky again, circling above the withered forest.

Without even thinking about it, it's obvious what they're looking for.

Arlin kept his head down, watching the Wild Hunt's movements. After thinking for a while, he took out "Nightfall" and awkwardly fastened it to the top of the Wild Hunt's Conquest Armor and skull mask.

Immediately afterwards, the illusion created by the mirage disappeared, revealing the bare branches of the pine tree.

He could only be thankful that there were still nearly ten thousand undead moving about on this land, howling and roaring, enough to cover up his tiny movements.

But this could not last long, just like the male wizard Ben Ade, who knew to use necromancy to destroy trees and shrink his living space.

The Wild Hunt will find him even faster.

Worse……

Even if Ban Adler compresses his space, he can still find a chance to leave this hellish place using a portal. Even if he is discovered and the portal is blocked, he is confident that he can force his way out.

But if he were to be hunted down, or if those masters who manipulate spirals and space were to discover his whereabouts, then he would truly be in dire straits.

With nearly a hundred wild hunters around, he couldn't escape even if he tried, and forcing his way out would only lead to certain death.

But if this drags on, the Wild Hunt will eventually find them...

"How to do?"

Erin was anxiously pondering in his mind.

Ideas would appear in my mind, only to be immediately rejected.

The undead on the ground seemed to sense the threat of the Wild Hunt. Not only did their roars stop, but even their wandering movements gradually came to a halt.

The cool moonlight shone down.

The silent, withered woodland was suddenly filled only with the echoing hoofbeats of the skeleton knights in the sky.

A faint, chilling pressure emanated from above, pressing against the flesh and even seeping into the internal organs as the hooves of the skeleton knight grew heavier. The heart pounded like thunder, making it hard to breathe.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Night" can eliminate the sounds of breathing, footsteps, and even heartbeats, but Erin couldn't help but hold her breath.

Time slipped away unnoticed, but he couldn't think of any solution.

Then at some point...

The sound of horses' hooves in the sky suddenly disappeared.

Ailin's heart skipped a beat. A strong sense of foreboding sent a chill down her spine, raising goosebumps all over her body.

"I've been found out?!"

He stood stiffly, holding his breath, and looked up carefully to find the figure of the Wild Hunt, afraid that if he looked up, he would unexpectedly encounter those scarlet will-o'-the-wisps.

He paid no attention to the cold notification sound of the main quest completion ringing in his ears.

"Crunch~Crunch~"

My cervical spine feels like a door bolt that lacks lubrication, stiff and hissing.

When he finally caught sight of the savage hunters, all the skeleton knights were lined up neatly in the sky.

The eerie, merciless will-o'-the-wisp burned silently within the bone socket, looking down with its head bowed.

next second.

A skeleton knight at the front waved his hand, just as the whispering Wild Hunt waved, ordering his minions to kill the Corpse Lord with ease.

Nearly half of the Wild Hunt pulled on the reins, causing the skeleton horse to rear up and charge straight down towards the pine tree where he was.

"I've been found out!!!"

Just as the Witcher was about to draw his sword, he completed the second phase of the hunt for the Giant Ghoul, unleashing a wild hunt that tore the sky apart with an alien fusion.

next second.

"Om~"

The extremely strong magical fluctuations caused the wolf emblem inside the leather armor to tremble violently.

Incandescent flames rose from the ground and shot into the sky.

(End of this chapter)