Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 628 By the power of chaotic origin, where have I arrived?!
Mary and Philippa Ehrert exchanged an absurd glance.

The mission to rescue Henry Gedimidis has been stalled for almost a month.

Mary failed to persuade her mentor time and time again. Finally, she made up her mind and made a lot of preparations—both materially and psychologically—to go against her mentor's wishes and act first and ask for permission later.

For Philippa Ehrhardt, who was fully committed to helping Lado restore his kingdom, the busy work of appeasement, lobbying, and planning made the rescue of Henry Gedimidis seem as distant as if it had happened half a year ago.

They had just finished their handover when it became clear who would go with Erin to sneak into Ben Ade and rescue Henry Gedmiddis...

In just a short while, as the sun had dispelled the morning mist, Henri Gedimidis had been rescued.

In a daze, they even felt that it was not the autumnal equinox, but Candlemas, four or five months later, after the winter solstice.

The south tower is not an ordinary stone staircase, but a corridor of time.

Soi and Vera were also puzzled, since Erin had left Kaer Morhen yesterday because of a letter from Francesca Fantaby.

Why was Henry Gedimidis brought back to life overnight?
"Are you telling the truth?!"

Tissaya de Veres walked briskly a few steps in high spirits and walked over to Wigofferts and Lydia van Bradwater.

Wiggoffts wisely unloaded the heavy load from his back, gently placed it on the ground, and lifted the black cloth covering the demon.

The powerful aura unique to Demon Source Heng Gedimidis instantly enveloped the entire barbican.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Jerón Morlü, Soy, and the newly arrived Vesemir, Eristotle, and Dante had their griffin and wolf-shaped iron badges on their chests throbbing violently.

A fluorescent blue light flickered like breathing within the translucent gel, illuminating Hen Gedimidis, who wore a black sorcerer's robe, his hands bound by magic-blocking golden shackles, and his eyes closed.

Everyone held their breath for a second because of the appearance of the strongest male wizard of the Northern Continent.

“It’s Hen Gedimidis,” Tissaya de Veris stepped forward with a solemn expression to examine him. “It’s ‘Joffrey Monk’s Healing Gel,’ a modified version of the ancient Elven ‘Joffrey Monk’s Healing Gel.’ It can absorb free magic and elemental energy in the environment to heal the caster. It’s a master-level spell that only magic sources can learn, combining defense and healing.”

"However, the magic-blocking shackles hindered the healing effect, causing the absorbed magic and elements to transform into a fluorescent blue magical glow..."

Tissaya de Veres looked up at Wigafferz.

“It’s Sunny,” Wigfordtz nodded. “Although we didn’t see him in person, President Henry Gedimidis is well hidden, and only Sunny has access to him.”

Tissaya de Veres shook her head: "The disciple and successor whom Henry Gedimidis always praised at every gathering ultimately betrayed him for power..."

"This is really..."

She didn't continue, but sighed, then extended her slender, white index finger and chanted a spell.

A crimson magical glow flashed, shooting into Joffrey Monk's healing gel and disappearing into the magic-blocking golden shackles.

The Demon-Suppressing Golden Shackles trembled immediately, unlocked, and were expelled by the healing gel that seemed to have a life of its own from Geoffrey Monk.

"What kind of spell is this? Can the magic-blocking shackles be opened by magic?" Mary asked Philippa Ehrert telepathically.

"It's the key opening..." But the answer wasn't from Philippa Ehrert, but from Vera, who was not far away.

Mary exclaimed in surprise, "But the Key Opening technique is only an apprentice-level spell..."

“So what’s truly powerful is not the spell itself, but the caster,” Vera glanced at Mary. “Also, although the Magic-Resistant Shackles are named after Magic-Resistant Gold, they are actually an alloy, not 100% pure Magic-Resistant Gold, so magic can still work on them.”

As she spoke, Vera noticed Mary's small handbag, then glanced at Philippa Ehrert beside her, raising her eyebrows meaningfully.

"I understand, Ms. Tissaya de Veres is awesome..." Marie didn't notice the strange look on Vera's face, nodded, and silently praised her in her heart, just like Erin.

Although she didn't know the exact meaning of the two syllables "牛逼" (niúbī), which were neither in standard language nor in Old Chinese...

and many more!

Remembering Erin's occasional strange remarks, Mary suddenly realized something.

Wigfordtze said the mission to rescue Henr Gedimidis was carried out under Erin's leadership, and now Henr Gedimidis, Wigfordtze, and even Lydia van Bradwater have arrived...

What about Erin?

"Didn't Erin come back with you?" Mary suddenly asked.

Hearing this, the others also quieted down and looked at Wigfordt.

“Erin…” Wigfordts opened his mouth subconsciously, intending to describe Erin’s movements in detail.

But then it became apparent that those present included not only Vesemir, Aresto, and Vera, who were very close to Erin, but also strangers like Tissaya de Veres and Philippa Ehrert…

Thinking of the Witcher's armor, which was very similar to that of the Wild Hunt, and how he could summon a black dragon that had disappeared from the northern continent for hundreds of years, he shut his mouth again.

After thinking for a while, he exchanged a glance with Lydia van Bradwater and said:
"Erin... volunteered to stay behind and cover the rear..."

The entire barbican fell silent for a moment.

"What did you say?!!"

A shadow flashed before Wigford's eyes.

Having just arrived, and still not quite understanding how Erin had gone from helping the free elves to rescuing Hen Gedimidis, Aresto grabbed Vigforts by the collar and lifted him up.

"What do you mean by voluntarily staying behind to cover the rear?!"

"I knew none of you male wizards were any good..."

“Aristotle!” Soy interrupted the old Witcher Master. “Put Vigfortz down and let him speak properly.”

Aresto paused, his dark golden cat eyes glaring at Vigforts before setting him down.

"what happened?"

Tisaya de Veris stood up from beside Hen Gedimidis and quietly stood between Aresto and Vigfortz, blocking the young demon source who had staggered a few steps before regaining his balance.

Wigford remained silent.

He now realized that he seemed to know very little about the Son of Miracles. He had discovered the Son of Miracles' greatest secret, yet he knew almost nothing about the closeness or distance between the Son of Miracles and those around him.

Vesemir should be absolutely trustworthy, but is Soy trustworthy?
Wiggerts didn't know if there were factional struggles within the Witcher school, but he did know that no organization formed by a group of humans was free of political factors.

In the prevailing political laws, regardless of the relationship, even between father and son, the true relationship between a superior and a subordinate who poses a significant threat to their position is always that of enemies.

But in Kaer Morhen, on the very land where Wigford stood, he could never exclude Soy, leaving anyone behind to recount the miracles brought by Arryn.

and so……

He seemed unable to say anything.

Wigford's silence and contemplation intensified the tension within the barbican.

Vesemir, Dante, Vera, and even Soy and Jerón Morlu all began to look at him with hostility.

Aresto's hand gripped the hilt of the silver sword.

"Vigorfords!" Tissaya de Veris protectively shielded the young demonic source with a grave expression, and shouted sternly, "Say something, Vigorfords!"

“Ayrin did indeed stay behind to cover the rear, but he should be back soon…” The speaker was not Wiggerts, but Lydia van Bradwater, who had always had a very low profile.

“Is that so, Wigford?” Tissaya de Veres asked.

“Lydia is right,” Wigfordtz nodded, “and because of Henry Gedimidis, we won’t be leaving right now, so there’s no need to worry too much.”

Although Wigford and Lydia van Bradwater were evasive and seemed to be hiding something, their reasoning was sound.

Whatever they're hiding, if something really serious were to happen to Erin, Wigfordts and Lydia van Bradwater could simply choose not to come to Kaer Morhen.

The atmosphere in the barbican eased somewhat.

Vesemir sensed something familiar from Wigford's hesitant words. What big move was Erin up to now?

"You're not Guy, who are you?!"

Suddenly, a commotion arose on the city wall above everyone's heads.

"Enemy attack——"

Amidst a series of alarms and shouts of battle, the Witcher's school insignia hummed once more.

At the same time, an arrogant magical transmission echoed through the air.

"Witcher! This is a gift from Lord Sunny to the Wolf School..."

The magical telepathy didn't finish its sentence.

In the instant the commotion broke out on the city wall, Jerón Morú, who was near the outer wall, leaped up and, stepping on the cracks in the stone, landed lightly on the city wall as if his feet were on air.

“Senni?” Wigford and Lydia van Bradwater exchanged bewildered glances.

Although they did not witness Sunny's death, they saw from afar on the walls of Ban Ade the black dragon with bat wings that blotted out the sky, exhaling its first incandescent breath.

At that time, neither the Wild Hunt nor Ottoran had emerged from the ruins, so the dragon's breath could only be aimed at Sunny and his men.

Even if that's not the case, would the miracle child who rides the black dragon be so foolish as to let go of Senni, who witnessed him summoning the black dragon?
"So, who is that?"

Wigford looked up curiously.

Sunny's gift was certainly not something good, but neither he nor Lydia van Bradwater had any intention of avoiding it.

Tisaya de Veres, Vera, Soi... there is no safer place in the entire northern continent than Kaer Morhen now.

……

On the walls of Kaer Mohammed.

The scarlet crystal above the barbican disintegrated into red powder and dissipated into the air.

"Who are you?!!"

Jerón Morú was startled by the sudden appearance of Shaquille O'Neal, who had just completed his mission and was preparing to teleport away with Valerius after making some harsh remarks on behalf of Senny.

The two sorcerers sensed a strong threat and instinctively unleashed crimson fireballs at Jerón Morlu.

But the next second, they saw a scene that made their pupils shrink and filled them with terror.

"Qiang!"

The indifferent Griffin School witcher charged toward the two male sorcerers, simultaneously drawing his sword and slashing at a speed too fast for the naked eye to see.

Two extremely fast, crimson fireballs, almost turning into afterimages, were actually split in two by a silver light in mid-air.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

Like a soap bubble being popped, the two fireballs were split apart but strangely did not explode.

Instead, after two soft sounds, the fire elemental condensed by magic collapsed and quickly dissipated.

Is such a sophisticated mastery of magical structures really something a witcher could achieve?
"Who are you?!" Valery and Shaquille shouted in terror once again.

Shaquille didn't understand. The timing was perfect; they had timed the attack on the Wolf School perfectly, precisely at its most vulnerable moment. They were just a moment away from releasing the portal and leaving with just a word.

Why would a demon hunter suddenly appear out of nowhere, someone incredibly strong who is definitely not a grandmaster of the Wolf School?

Jerón Morlü, however, had no interest in answering their questions. With a faltering step, he arrived between the two wizards before they could cast their next spell.

Without any words or actions of threat, simply standing there, Valery and Shaquille were like birds and beasts encountering their natural enemy, their bodies stiff and motionless.

“We were forced here by Sunny, and we have no intention of being enemies with the Wolf School,” Shaquille said, raising his hands in a swift act of surrender, while also reminding everyone, “What I just threw out was the coordinate crystal for the Risberg Civil Cooperative. Soon, many war behemoths will appear here, and those are…”

Valery was stunned.

Valerius, I've survived this long because of my caution!

The words Shaquille had once spoken echoed in his mind, deafeningly.

He only snapped out of his daze when Shaquille nudged him on the side with his shoulder and made the same gesture: "Yes, we were all forced into it."

"Come with me!" Jerón Morlü calmly led them down the city wall.

“This… Master Witcher,” Shaquille glanced at the location where the coordinate crystal had shattered, “I was telling the truth just now. Don’t you really want to remind your fellow Witchers of your school?”

He wasn't really worried about the Wolf School Witchers; he was afraid he wouldn't escape the clutches of those mad beasts from the Risberg Civil Cooperative.

Where will those war behemoths land?

The demon hunter with three heterochromatic eyes, resembling a demon, pointed to the location where the crystal had collapsed and asked his first question.

“That’s right, that’s right,” Shaquille nodded repeatedly, “at least seven or eight war behemoths comparable to large monsters, and a large group of monsters…”

The terrifying witcher simply nodded, then leisurely walked to the edge of the city wall, grabbed Shaquille and Valery by the collar, and leaped down.

"Seven or eight large monsters! Why isn't this monster reacting at all?"

In mid-air, Shaquille exchanged a puzzled look with Valery, wondering how to persuade him to be more careful after landing and quickly summon the dragon slayer Zoe to save his life.

"Tap~tap~tap~"

Step down from the city wall, and stand firmly on solid ground.

The sudden shift from blinding sunlight to darkness caused Shaquille to squint instinctively.

"Um?!!"

Once he got used to the darkness of the barbican, Shaquille shuddered violently, blinked several times, and then his body stiffened instantly.

"By the power of chaos above!"

"Where...where have I ended up?!"

(End of this chapter)