Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 596 The Indescribable Existence

The incandescent flames rose almost right next to him, shooting into the sky from the dark ground, leaping through the chaotic air currents in the flames, and drawing mysterious runes within the flames.

When he noticed the runes in the flames, those runes appeared and disappeared in an instant, making the already thick flames even larger and hotter.

Nearby deadwood spontaneously combusted, the undead howled and retreated, and the entire forest was illuminated...

Although the pillar of fire looked close, it was at least a hundred meters away from him.

The distance isn't long, but considering the range of the magic's influence, it's definitely not short.

The parts of the Witcher's body facing the flames felt intense heat and burning.

Ailin squinted and, through the gaps in the jagged trees, saw the source of the flames—a cave hidden deep in the woods.

It looks like something a brown bear dug while hibernating.

Arlin had just passed by the cave not far away but did not find it. It was clear that Ban Ade's sorcerer had disguised himself and was able to deceive the witcher's senses and the wolf's emblem.

This is not surprising.

Given that the sorcerers' opponents are ancient, wealthy, and magically skilled mountain people, the witchers' talents and tools for sensing clumsy monsters are naturally unlikely to be effective.

However, this should also serve as a warning.

The most frequent and difficult opponents Erin will face in the future will not be monsters that are not good at disguise, but rather intelligent creatures like wizards and wild hunters who are no less capable than him in terms of talent, intelligence, or tools.

Wolf's warning and reconnaissance capabilities have fallen far behind his strength.

"Om~"

Wolf Emblem trembled pitifully, an emotion transmitted through the link in its mind.

"It's not your fault..." Erin whispered a comforting word to Wolf Emblem, whose emotions were growing increasingly intense.

The fastest way to improve is, of course, to order another high-quality magical item from Vera.

However, Erin doesn't plan to do that for the time being.

With two tracking skills, and "Battlecry: Wild Words" and "Battlecry: Whispers of Life," these four skills are more than enough to cover most situations.

This time, the undead that were scattered throughout the withered forest destroyed all traces, and the sorcerers' ritual rendered both beast roars ineffective. The probability was too low to be normal, otherwise it would definitely be enough.

Of course, upgrading the wolf emblem will definitely be on the agenda.

In the blink of an eye, the incandescent flames crashed down like a battering ram onto the body of the Wild Hunt centurion named Renakins.

"boom!"

The violent explosion unleashed astonishing flames, instantly engulfing all the skeleton knights soaring through the sky.

A semi-transparent shockwave swept down, instantly bending a large section of the withered territory.

Erin felt a sharp pain in his ear, but he easily released his grip on Elsa's hand.

Whether the flames of Ban Ade the Warlock shot into the sky were due to the flickering will-o'-the-wisps within the skeleton knight's sockets, or the gaze of Ban Ade the Warlock hiding in the cave that alerted the keen-sensed Wild Hunt centurion, it no longer mattered.

Ban Ad's sorcerer completely caught the Wild Hunt's attention and stood at the forefront.

The Witcher glanced at the flames that were burning in the sky and had not yet died down, thought for a moment, and then took out a spherical red crystal from his waist.

After looking around, it chanted a few incantations and landed lightly and silently on the ground.

The surrounding ragged, grotesque undead seemed to be completely absorbed by the explosion in the sky. Perhaps it was Ban Ade's sorcerer who, having lost interest in controlling the undead, simply left them all still.

After observing for a while, Erin walked up to the most robust zombie whose body fat had been completely dissolved, leaving only exposed strands of muscle fibers.

After chanting a few spells softly, he made a few hand gestures and pressed the red crystal against the zombie's head.

The red crystal, as large as an eyeball, instantly dissolved into the zombie's flesh the moment it touched it, just like a stone sinking into a swamp.

The zombie trembled, and a glint of crimson light flashed in its empty right eye.

Erin nodded in satisfaction, looked around, and confirmed the direction.

Stepping on the shoulders and heads of several undead whose attention had been diverted, they quietly made their way to the edge of the withered woodland.
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The small cave has been completely transformed.

Using magic to hasten life, the wooden table that was just set with wine and food has now vanished.

Only the dark red wine slowly being absorbed by the soil, the roasted meat splattered with dirty mud, and the broken pieces of wood on the ground remain as signs of the past revelry.

Besides these, the most eye-catching thing is the runes on the surrounding rock walls that glow with magical light in four colors: blue, red, brown, and green.

They shimmered brilliantly, complementing the intricate lines that stretched across the entire cave.

However, at this moment, the red runes appear to be slightly darker than the other runes.

"Wild Hunt! Wild Hunt! Why are there monsters everywhere?!"

Ignaz, panting heavily, burst into a tirade of curses.

Having finally subdued a group of ambitious brats who dared to devise a plan to conquer the northern continent using necromancy, a large horde of wild hunters appeared the next day.

As his life was drawing to a close, his study of necromancy was merely a hobby, or rather, an attempt to explore the ultimate nature of death and see if he could break through the signs of life and extend his lifespan.

Of course, this is just an experiment.

So many years have passed, and he has long lost the arrogance and courage of his youth.

Rather than being obsessed with researching ways to extend lifespan, it's more like a wish and hobby to find solace in the rest of one's life.

He only planned to spend the rest of his life in Ban Ad, and it was for the sake of his future retirement benefits that he accepted this task, which should have been easy, after being persuaded by Sunny.

Who would have thought that the remarkable effects of necromancy would first ignite the ambitions of the young man who had always been at the bottom of Ban Ade?

After things had finally calmed down, a rare celestial conjunction occurred.

Now they've even attracted the Wild Hunt.

What a hell!
Thinking of the Wild Hunt, Ignaz couldn't help but take a deep breath and glare at the young man who was the most talented in the entire Ritual Department, and whose burning ambition was also the most intense.

"Malaki!" he roared. "Who gave you the right to cause trouble and manipulate the undead to search for the source of the celestial convergence?!"

“Glen Ramirez is right. The conjunction of the celestial spheres was bait for those withered skeleton knights. Now, not only have those long-eared ones escaped, but the hard-won undead have also suffered heavy losses.”

"Now you're still going to stop us from leaving?"

"Are you trying to make us all die with you?!"

Malachi looked at the sun in the darkness and didn't refute claims like "The Wild Hunt all died from powerful magic" or "The Academy had long ago found a series of spells, rituals, and magical items specifically designed for those powerful monsters"...

On the darkest day in Ban Ade's history, most of the people in the Ritual Department were at the college.

They watched helplessly as the most prosperous city on the northern continent, and the safest city protected by the most powerful male wizards, exploded, shattered, and burned into ruins in the blink of an eye under the hooves of a pack of wild hunting horses galloping through the sky.

The spell you just used was powerful, but it wasn't enough, not nearly enough.

“It’s not that I’m stopping you from leaving,” Malaki shook his head slightly, “it’s that we simply can’t leave…”

talking.

He extended his right hand and changed his gestures. But an orange-red vortex, only halfway unfolded, suddenly froze and exploded into countless magical rays of light.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw, and then their expressions changed drastically as they all began to unleash their abilities.

Malachi is the most gifted male wizard in the Ritualistic Space Department. If he cannot open the portal, then naturally no one else present can either.

Those who have the ability to create a portal would not simply refrain from even trying under such circumstances.

Malachi did not stop it, even though it would not only be useless but also harmful.

really.

Of the dozen or so male wizards, including Malachi, only four knew how to cast a portal, and only two could cast it reliably.

Not only did all the portal spells fail, but none of the three wizards could even summon an orange-red spatial vortex. One of them even groaned and was backfired, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“Don’t blame me for provoking the Wild Hunt,” Malaki said expressionlessly. “Back when the first celestial conjunction occurred, the spatial turbulence, like a landslide and a tsunami, sealed off the entire space here.”

"The Wild Hunt had no intention of letting us leave."

"At that time, we won't be able to leave."

"Then why didn't you say so back then?" Ignaz asked instinctively, startled.

Malaki shook his head: "If I tell you, will you have a solution?"

Ignaz remained silent.

"Stop passing the buck," Malaki said, pointing his staff at the sky where the fireball had gradually dissipated, leaving only a thick cloud of smoke. "The distress call has reached Sunny by now. What we need to do now is survive under the iron hooves of those monsters."

The group looked at each other, but could only return to their places and face what might be the most difficult challenge of their lives.

Only the wizard named Lyotard looked at Malachi with a hesitant expression, and then saw Malachi shake his head almost imperceptibly.

Lyotard was puzzled.

He didn't think the conjunction of the celestial spheres was brought about by the Wild Hunt, and of course, no one thought the conjunction of the celestial spheres was caused by Long Ears.

If they really had that ability, they should have used it a few days ago when necromancy first came into play.

But he felt there must be a third party who had broken into Ban Ade's hunting grounds, disturbed the ritual and was discovered by him, but released the first celestial conjunction before the necromancers could track him down.

After the vast undead annihilated all the smuggled monsters, just as they were about to catch his trail, they released a second celestial sphere convergence concealment.

Apart from the writings of paranoid Glenn Ramirez, there is no indication that the Wild Hunt is related to the celestial conjunction.

Instead, he felt that things were not as Master Ignaz had said, that the Wild Hunt had summoned the celestial conjunction, but rather that the fluctuations from the celestial conjunction had disturbed the ghosts that roamed the skies above Cordwin.

Those ghosts, too, are searching for the same person, just like them.

"Don't say it out loud." Malaki's voice echoed in Lyotard's mind at that moment.

"But……"

"There's no 'but' about it. Do you think everyone else is oblivious except you?"

Isn't that right...? Lyotard paused, taken aback.

Malaki's voice echoed in his mind, sighing, "Let's get through this first, then we can talk about other things..."

Although ritual masters have a low status in Ban Ade, they can graduate from Ban Ade and become official male wizards. They can also successfully remain among hundreds of male wizards. There are no fools among them. It is not obvious that there is a third party involved.

but……

What kind of being could control the cataclysmic event of the celestial convergence?
This is something even human gods cannot do!

For the first time, they could convince themselves that it was luck, a coincidence, or an unrepeatable miracle.

But when the second celestial conjunction occurred with the arrival of the Wild Hunt, it violently tore open the sky.

Who can convince themselves that a being capable of manipulating such phenomena is a mortal they can handle?
That act of not showing one's face, seemingly hiding, is more like a legendary evil god from another land toying with and manipulating people's emotions.

In comparison...

The Wild Hunt, an extremely powerful yet tangible and expendable force, serves as an excuse for people to escape the horrific truth.

Lyotard paused, could only nod, and returned to his place in the ritual array.

And at this time...

The smoke in the sky had completely dissipated, and the skeleton knight, riding his skeletal horse, stood silently high in the sky against a backdrop of starry nights and a silvery crescent moon.

Only a skeletal head remained, wearing a rusty helmet, with crimson flames burning in the empty eye sockets, and a tattered cloak billowing in the wind.

The spell, powerful enough to destroy a mountain, passed by like a gust of wind, bringing nothing and taking nothing away.

Malaki watched this scene, his eyes gleaming.

They were as arrogant as they were on the day Old Ban Ade was destroyed.

Before Dean Hen Gedimidis sacrificed himself and released the forbidden spell, each time they exchanged offensive magic attacks, they would stand silently in place, looking down at them with their terrifying ghostly fire eyes.

Let them see clearly how powerless and ridiculous their efforts and the magic they are so proud of really are, just like a child trying to strike a god with a wooden sword.

Then let them lose their minds in fear, or lose their minds in madness, fleeing in disarray and attacking indiscriminately.

Malaki glanced at the expressionless yet trembling crowd around him.

"We don't need to kill those monsters, we don't need to defeat those monsters, we don't even need to banish those ghosts that roam the sky..."

"time!"

Malaki's forehead veins bulged as he growled, "We just need time!"

“Senni must have received the distress call by now. The legendary mage Ottoran has always been very curious about these monsters…”

"They'll be here in less than fifteen minutes and drive those monsters away!"

The tension eased slightly when everyone heard the name of Ottoran, one of the five most powerful sorcerers in the world and the top five in the Association of Talents and Skills.

"This is a ritual specifically prepared for the Wild Hunt. Don't worry about magic or spirit; we can survive!"

Malaki gave a final low growl and looked up at the sky.

The Wild Hunt, its empty eye sockets burning with crimson flames, seemed to sense that they were ready, and gracefully raised its right hand, gently waving it downwards.

next second.

Countless silver-white sword lights burst forth, overwhelming everything in their path.

As he desperately squeezed out his magic and mental energy to raise a seemingly tangible blue magical barrier, Malaki suddenly turned his head and glanced at it as if he had sensed something.

He saw...

A single, scarlet eye is peering in!

(End of this chapter)