Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 615 Sunny's Little Secret! Fall!

The moment the enormous egg-shaped creature appeared, it sank downwards.

"Boom!"

The tremendous crash seemed to resonate throughout the entire world.

The spiraling void slowed its rotation, and the thick, dark clouds were instantly torn apart and dispersed by the invisible shockwave.

However, the enormous black shadow remained blurry, as if seen through a window veil. But where could such a light veil stretching for thousands of miles appear in the sky hundreds of meters high? It was clearly a world wall separating the other world, or an iron shield imprisoning a great demon.

But whether it's a wall or a mirror, one thing is very clear.

The great demon summoned by the Wild Hunt is about to break free of its shackles.

One thing is even more certain: the Wild Hunt summoned the Great Demon not just to come to this world for a visit...

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two more impacts rang out, startling the crowd who had been stunned by the horrifying sight.

Even more panicked screams erupted in the new city of Ban Ade. The empty streets, whether in the upper city, the handicraft district, or the heavily damaged lower city, were filled with countless people rushing out from both sides of the streets, either from magical barriers, brick buildings, or ruins.

With heart-wrenching screams and desperate cries, he ran towards Ban Ade without regard for his own safety.

Wigford and Lydia van Bradwater were also stunned by what they saw.

From being besieged on all sides to their two most powerful enemies—Altoran and the Wild Hunt—they all fell like birds with broken wings.

The turning point happened in just a few blinks of an eye.

The miracle child... Is this the miracle child that people have been singing about for thousands of years?

He really wasn't lying to me; he genuinely intended to live, and he was fully capable of surviving the siege of Ottoran, Sunny, and the Wild Hunt!
Wigford was a mixture of excitement and fear, and his whole body trembled.

“Vigor, what… what is that?” Lydia van Bradwater pointed tremblingly at the enormous black shadow in the sky.

Wigford shook his head, but his eyes gleamed.

He looked at the figure that represented the most primal power, his eyes burning and scorching.

“Let’s go!” Vigfortz glanced reluctantly at the dark figure, then at the Witcher dressed as the Wild Hunt, his gaze sweeping across the chaotic crowd. “Aeryn has made a big commotion as agreed.”

"The wizard and guards have left their positions, and the citizens are fleeing in chaos like frightened rats. The opportunity has arrived, let's go..."

"Head towards the southern city wall!"

With that, Wigford rushed out of the towering building with unwavering resolve.

Lydia van Bradwater followed closely behind, using illusions to conceal their figures as they blended into the panicked crowd, still instinctively glancing towards the gallery from time to time.

The gallery was obscured by crowds, tall buildings, and ruins, so of course nothing could be seen.

But Lydia van Bradwater was just curious.

The Son of Miracles... Death and rebirth, the Son of Miracles who brings blood and fire, just how far does he intend to go?
After making such a commotion, they really only intended to cover their escape...

Are we not going to do anything else...?
Ottoran hung upside down, falling with the Wild Hunt, his pale hair whipping wildly in the gale, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He paid no attention to the chaos that Ban Ad had caused, calmly sensing the unique magical rhythm that subtly lingered around him, while his beard bristled as he roared at Sunny, who was not far from the Wild Hunt.

"Senny! Kill him now!"

Regardless of what kind of monster lurking in the sky is from another world, and regardless of the roar that defies the basic principles of magic, why is it that even a sorcerer standing at the pinnacle of magic is powerless to do anything about it...

But Ottoran, with his considerable combat experience, knew that there was only one best way to end the effects of a persistent spell—

Kill the spellcaster!
The magical voice drowned out the screams and cries of the fleeing crowd.

After hearing Ottoland's call, Sunny looked at the Wild Hunt, which was just across the street, with a hesitant and uncertain expression.

Wild Hunt stood motionless in front of the gallery, coldly staring at him.

The bluish-gray will-o'-the-wisp inside the white skeleton looked devoid of any human life. The more one stared at "it," the colder and more chilling it became, as if one had encountered a predator crouching and about to pounce.

Looking into the eyes of any Wild Hunter evokes this strange feeling.

However, it was unclear whether it was due to the strange phenomenon in the sky, or the strange magic that caused the fall of Ottoran and the Wild Hunt Legion, but the eeriness and fear brought by the gaze of the Wild Hunt's ghost fire far surpassed that of the swarms of Wild Hunters falling from the sky with broken wings.

“Senni…” Miguel nudged Senni’s waist with his elbow, waking him up. “What should we do?”

Sunny glanced hesitantly at Miguel and several of his closest men around him.

In an instant, a myriad of thoughts flooded my mind.

If the "Wild Hunt" were merely the image of Henry Gedimidis in the dungeon, he would certainly lead his men to charge at him without hesitation and tear the monster that could very well destroy his future to pieces.

But now...

"Wild Hunt" is someone who can shoot down Ottolan—the strongest mage in the Northern Continent. What will happen if he charges in like this?
He was destined to be the first king of the sorcerer kingdom. Even if Hen Gedimidis was rescued, there was still a chance, and quite a few chances that were less favorable. But once a person dies, there is truly nothing left.

Sunny didn't even want Miguel and the other wizards beside him to rush over.

Because Miguel was right in the underground palace: the radicals—the cornerstone of his power—were really few left after repeated blows.

He was already looked down upon by the wizards of Ottoland and the Risberg Civil Cooperative because of his lack of strength and illegitimate succession.

Without trusted subordinates and power, even if he became the first king of the sorcerer kingdom, it would be useless.

He will be neglected and sidelined, losing control of the kingdom, and eventually fall off his horse while hunting, breaking his neck or dying from a cup of poison.

Ottoran was telling him to come forward, which was tantamount to taking his life!
"Senni! What are you waiting for! Kill him now!"

The intense magical fluctuations caused Ottoran's agitated voice to shake the entire city of Ban Ad New City, making Sunny's eardrums throb with pain, as if they were about to tear.

Wild Hunt continued to stare at him coldly, without moving.

Sunny hesitated and carefully moved forward a few steps.

Just then.

"Tap tap tap~"

Hurried footsteps approached from all directions. The wizards and guards dispatched by Ban Ade College and the Risberg Civil Cooperative, having received orders from Ottolan and Sunny, had arrived.

Sunny, beaming with delight, loudly commanded the newly arrived Risberg wizards:

"Quickly! Kill that madman..."

The words have not yet fallen.

"Thorn-"

A strange sound of glass cracking suddenly came from the sky.

Sunny's neck stiffened, and like a machine without lubrication, he jerked his head up.

Because of the colossal shadow, the somewhat foggy and oppressive sky cracked and spread outwards from the center of the vortex, covering the entire sky.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still.

Before he could react...

"Boom!"

The massive black shadow crashed down once more.

This time, the "Wall of the World" could no longer withstand such immense power and shattered with a crash.

Almost the instant the wall of the world shattered...

Just moments ago, deep within the Valley of Flowers, Dol Bretanna, in the far east of Aden, Aida Emin and Himles Fendabé, having settled their mountain people, frowned and looked northward. Meanwhile, in Kaer Morhen, Tissaya de Vera, who was discussing enchanting schemes with Vera using the Master Set of the Arryn Wolf School, also looked up at the sky.

Inside the icon chamber of the Temple of Meriteli in Elland, Ianna, who had been kneeling on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes, which shone with golden light.

And also Aretusa, Drakenberg, Toussaint, the Ring of Maynard Rui, the Flying Dragon Mountains, Skellige, Sericania...

At this moment, all the extraordinary individuals standing at the pinnacle of this world are simultaneously performing the same action—

look up!

Look at the sky!

And back to Ben Ade...

"Wow~"

As a sudden gust of wind arose, dark clouds once again filled the sky.

"Boom——"

A burst of crimson lightning suddenly erupted, merging with the cracks and completely ripping apart the gloomy sky.

The enormous black shadow, enveloped in thick black smoke, paused for a moment before crashing to the ground.

"Senny!!!"

Ottolan screamed in a frantic, heart-wrenching voice. Then, realizing that Sunny was about to retreat, he not only failed to stop his body from falling rapidly, but instead recklessly chanted a spell and flipped himself over to face the sky.

A burst of shockwave erupted from the pale white staff.

The recoil from the spell propelled Altoran forward, accelerating him once more, overtaking the Wild Hunt riding the skeletal horse, and charging straight towards the hard ground.

The Wild Hunt, led by Renatinus, didn't remain completely still, letting the skeletal horse carry them as they plummeted.

Once they had landed at a certain position, the Wild Hunt, dressed in a long robe, stood beside Renakins, a flash of bluish-gray bone fire, and brandished his scepter.

White frost quickly settled beneath the skeletal horse's hooves.

In the blink of an eye, they found themselves on a path of frost formed from solid ice.

Although unable to reverse the downward trend, he controlled the skeletal horse, slightly changed direction, and galloped directly towards his "kind" in front of the gallery.

"Quickly! Kill that Wild Hunt!"

Sunny, his eyes wide with fury as he watched the colossal object fall from the sky, pointed at the gallery and loudly urged the assembled Ban Ad and the Risberg Civil Cooperative wizards to hurry up.

The wizards had just arrived from various parts of Ban Ade, and were still bewildered, unaware of what had happened, and could only subconsciously follow orders.

The guards charged toward the Wild Hunt, while the sorcerers chanted spells in place.

"That's too late……"

Standing at the entrance of Lydia Gallery, Erin felt the mental link gradually awakening and rapidly strengthening in his mind, and thought to himself.

If Sunny had heard Ottoran's words and attacked him without hesitation, he might have been able to take advantage of Ottoran's exhaustion from using "Beast Roar: Summon Dragon" and "Beast Roar: Anti-Air" consecutively, and truly harm him, thus ending the fight.

Unfortunately, Sunny hesitated, and then their eyes met.

【Name: Wild Hunt's Conquest Armor】

……

【Function:
1. Helmet - Skull: Disguise your face with a skull illusion, which has a deterrent effect on non-supernatural creatures and a probability of having a deterrent effect on supernatural creatures.

2. Chest Armor - Ghostly: When activated, it turns the user into a ghost, making them immune to physical attacks.

3. Handguards - Iron Grip: Enhances strength and provides immunity to disarming.

4. Shoulder Pad - Balance: Balances elements and greatly suppresses elemental surges.

5. Greaves - Magic Amplification: Increases spell power and gathers magic energy.

6. Boots - Flat: Immune to the negative effects of most terrains such as swamps, silt, and snowfields.

...]

……

Not only did they make eye contact, but they also fully experienced the intimidating effect of the "skull" helmet of the Conquest Armor.

It can only be said that he was very unlucky, while the destiny of the Chosen One, Arryn, was prosperous enough.

of course.

Even if Sunny does realize what's happening, and even if Erin is exhausted, he can still use his ghost form to pass through walls and move and dodge among the buildings in the upper city of Ben Ade.

You may inevitably be harmed by magic, but there will be absolutely no danger to your life.

And now...

Ailin faced the alleyway not far away, where various magical lights shimmered. He stretched out his arms, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, seemingly waiting for his execution.

"It's gone mad?!"

"Is the Wild Hunt a madman?"

What does it want to do?

……

After a moment of stunned silence, the wizards of the Ben Ade and the Risberg Civil Cooperative erupted into a violent commotion.

However, they did not stop moving at all; on the contrary, they increased their speed.

next second.

Various colored attack spells rained down on Airin like a torrential downpour.

The first bursts of incandescent flames scorched the air, destroyed houses on one side of the gallery, and made the gallery itself teeter on the brink of collapse. Several dazzling bolts of lightning carved a deep ravine in the ground before striking the gallery directly. A gale swept through, raising dust and debris. Amidst the rumbling roar, stone pillars shot into the sky...

There are also gigantic ice spikes far exceeding the Water Demon King's Ice Spear Curse, as well as eerie green poison gas, wind blades, hurricanes, and falling rocks...

In an instant, various spells flooded an entire street, the air was filled with a burning smell that fluctuated between hot and cold, and the roaring sounds were incessant.

"Is it dead?!"

Amidst the booming sound of the spell, someone cried out in fear.

Everyone was convinced that no one could survive such a saturation of magical attacks.

But everyone was still shaken by Wild Hunt's final move, and after several waves of spells, they did not stop casting.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Under the torrent of magic, the Wild Hunt suddenly changed course, and both the out-of-control Wild Hunt and Altolan crashed into the ruins of the upper city.

Two more small mushroom clouds rose from Ban Ade's smoke.

"Grandmaster Ottoran!"

Upon seeing this, the wizards of the Risberg Civil Cooperative disregarded everything else, put away their staffs, and rushed towards the spot where Ottolan had fallen.

The number of male wizards around Sunny decreased significantly. Seeing this, Ban Ade's male wizards looked at each other and subconsciously stopped what they were doing.

Meanwhile, in the sky, a colossal black shadow shrouded in gray mist continued its advance towards Ban Ade…

come down……

(End of this chapter)