As a female night demon, Nanomi found the battle tonight very difficult.

Whether it was the infiltrating human combat team or the giant beasts produced by the experiments, she was not strong enough to intervene in the battle and still escape unscathed. So after bringing Regis here, she had been walking on the edge, focusing on protecting herself.

But when Viggofortz cleared the field and was about to kill a lot of people, especially Regis, Nanomi finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Violent chaotic energy was surging in her body, and a black mist with a "sweet" sensibility was wrapped around her uncovered upper body.

Just like adding a flame to the spices, the smell called "charm" has changed from abstract to substantial, permeating into the surrounding air.

Let me say it again, the female night demon does not cast any charm magic or mind control on others. She simply stimulates her own racial characteristics to the maximum extent and arouses the primitive desires of other creatures on a physical level.

This is a unification of the aesthetics and instincts of all living things.

Unless one has an extremely calm mind or a brain that has been tempered a thousand times, this critical hit in the name of "sexiness" cannot be resisted by any physical or magical defense.

At this moment, Viggofortz's sight was firmly grasped by Nanomi. He unconsciously let go of the Regis that had become shapeless with his hands and walked towards Nanomi.

Behind him, the bodies of the trolls began to struggle to get up from the ground. Regardless of gender, these giant beasts were suddenly injected with power at this moment. A large amount of adrenaline was transported throughout the body under the effect of high-speed metabolism, squeezing out strength.

For these trolls, Nanomi used a little magic.

When everyone falls, Nanomi, who has been walking on the edge, plans to win!

The three-headed troll's eyes were red, and their expressions switched between clarity and haziness. One moment they wanted to punch Viggo Fortz, and the next moment they wanted to walk towards Nanomi - yes, no matter whether they were men or women, they could not resist the sexual desire of the female night demon, and this sexual desire could not accurately distinguish between friend and foe.

Nanomi cursed inwardly, she rarely did this level of micromanagement.

However, just as she was about to adjust the magic on the trolls, Viggoforts, who had been controlled, shuddered all over and regained consciousness.

He recalled what he wanted to do.

"Ancient Blood!"

For some people, the need and pursuit of power and authority far outweighs the desire for physical pleasure, and Viggo Fortz is one of them.

The surge of mental power exploded in all directions with him as the center. The three heavy trolls were overturned by this force, and Nanomi was blown away like a feather.

Viggofortz took a deep breath, feeling terrified. "Almost, almost... First it was a high-level vampire, then a troll and a female night demon. How come Brokilon has everything?"

He thought he was well prepared for this raid, and the original plan didn't even require him to be there in person. Unexpectedly, he almost capsized in this situation.

However, the fear in his eyes soon turned into eagerness again: "Could this also be the power of the ancient blood?"

Everything seemed to have a perfect explanation, and Viggofortz became excited again.

The chaotic energy in his hand also became hot, turning into various elemental attacks that continuously attacked Nanomi. The warlock seemed to have no need to collect the female night demon as experimental material, and planned to execute her on the spot.

The female night demon was exhausted and soon became wounded at the hands of Viggofortz.

However, she suddenly glowed with a bright emerald light.

It's not just her, the same is true for the three rock trolls. They are like small suns in the dark night, and suddenly disappear after their light reaches its peak.

Vigfortz was stunned.

"Could it be... this is also the power of the ancient blood?"

…

Cohen's eyes were left with only a slit, and he felt the light.

This was Lann's [Teleport] skill, but only the members of the "lion group" disappeared, and he was left where he was.

[Lan doesn't know what happened here... In this situation, he called back his 'lion group' to fight for him. Did he encounter trouble on the eastern front? Damn it...]

[Wait... then wouldn't Black Wind also be... Ciri?! ]

Cohen squirmed and tried to get up, but his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

He was seriously injured, and the fact that he was still able to hold on until now and still retain his consciousness was a result of him fighting against his body's protective mechanism for too long.

After struggling to get up and falling down again, he finally passed out.

…

Viggofortz stood there for a while, guarding against possible sneak attacks, but nothing happened.

He picked up the unconscious witcher in one hand and half a vampire in the other, and he even had the leisure to find Cohen's flying sword.

The Djinn in the sky regained their magic power and continued to wreak havoc and destroy the town.

Chaos energy lifted the warlock into the air and let him go deeper into the forest. He was not in a hurry. The light in the dark night could spread far, and he just saw the same bright emerald light spot in the direction where Cirilla fled.

Sure enough, after a while he saw Princess Cintra lying on the ground, and the warhorse that had been carrying her had disappeared.

He looked at his left and right hands, threw Cohen to the ground, and then reached out to Ciri.

"Finally... Ancient Blood!"

The warlock waved his hand and violent waves of chaotic energy spread from his body. He couldn't wait to go back to the laboratory to carry out the process he had rehearsed countless times.

With a swish, Ciri suddenly opened her eyes, and the swift rapier thrust out its sharp blade like a venomous snake. The warlock seemed to have anticipated this, and dodged the attack of the little demon hunter by leaning back, then smashed the half of Regis in his left hand forward like a weapon.

The heavy blow sent Ciri flying, slamming her to the ground, and she arched her back in pain.

The warlock, who wanted to make the princess suffer first, did not notice that when Ciri flew out, a booklet fell out of her arms.

The booklet rolled a few times on the ground, and the pages were turned open in the messy wind.

Most of the first few sentences are about a novice demon hunter who has just come down the mountain and asks his teacher for help after encountering difficulties. Later on, when his skills become more mature, most of them turn into greetings to elders and care for elderly people living alone.

Turning to the last page, the handwriting on the booklet, as sharp as an iron knife and silver strokes, suddenly became graceful and lively.

This page was written by Shiri.

…

Dear Master Kelda and Teacher Jielong, greetings to you two:

I am Ciri, the princess of Lann, the daughter of destiny of Geralt of the Wolf Faction. I have always heard Lann and Coen talk about the deeds of the two masters, and I have always been looking forward to meeting you two, but unfortunately I have never been able to do so...】

I am the princess of Lann, and I am the one who gave you the land to revive the cult! And I am also a demon hunter of the Wolf Clan, and I am one of the demon hunters! For both public and private reasons, you will not have the heart to refuse the following requests, right?

[I know that Lann and Master Jielong have maintained a stable contact, and have reached an agreement to invite the master to come out. However, Lann has always regarded himself as the future of the Griffin School, and even made a decision with Coen to invite the two masters only when the cult is rebuilt and everything is clear. No matter what dangers they encounter, they will resolutely not contact the two, and only report good news after difficulties have been overcome, not bad news...]

I know you and Lann have reached an agreement! Everything after that was made up by me! Only an outsider like me can say this! But tell me if you are touched! If you are so touched, come and help your apprentice!

[Ran is now deeply trapped in the enemy battlefield, and the enemy has summoned a large number of troll mantises, chimeras, and mutant crab demons to attack our town. Coen stayed in the town to fight the enemy alone. They don't want to bring their worries to the elders, but I am really worried...]

It's the demon hunter's job to deal with monsters, right? And why did Cohen's notebook end up in my hands when you weren't worried? This shows that the situation has become dangerous to a certain extent, so -

Help!!!

…

With a loud bang, a portal opened in the void, and a strong wind blew away a layer of blood and grass on the ground.

Two demon hunters with livid faces and clenched teeth walked out. One was a warrior wearing a full set of armor, with an elegant temperament, white hair and beard, but still strong; the other was a middle-aged man wearing only a simple robe, with flying black hair and a melancholy look on his face.

Their eyes quickly scanned the entire place, and soon they saw the silver-haired princess lying on the ground not far away, the warlock who looked like a villain not far away from the princess, and -

Cohen was lying on the ground, his hands and feet twisted at strange angles and he was unconscious.

The expressions of the two Demon Hunter Grandmasters became even gloomier.

The storm created by the Djinn was raging around them, and the sudden appearance of the enemy made Vigfortz's whole body full of alarm bells. He raised his hands in response to the storm, and the blazing white thunder whipped out towards him with him as the center.

The two demon hunters, who were over 400 years old in total, were faster than lightning.

Kelda leapt towards his disciple and raised his hand to erect a khaki protective shield. Several bolts of lightning struck it but not a ripple was created.

Geron was even more direct. He used both hands to form the [Alder Seal], and with two palms full of concentrated mental power, he smashed the lightning into pieces. Then he rushed towards Viggofortz like a hunting eagle.

"Boom" the scattered lightning suddenly condensed, and powerful spells collided within ten steps under the control of their respective masters, raising a large amount of dust clouds and smoke.

While his companions were holding back the enemy, Kelda quickly checked on his apprentice, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that his life was not in danger. Then he pulled out the two swords from Cohen's back.

"Jeroen!"

Jielong rushed out of the smoke and dust and heard his companion's reminder. He stretched his hand back and grabbed the eagle-headed steel sword that was thrown at him. The runes on it flashed. He turned around and split a beam of fire that was shot from the blast into two.

Kelda held the remaining eagle-headed silver sword in his hand, which was also his former weapon. Like Geron, he left his best equipment to his disciples, and now it was returned to its original owner.

"I'll deal with the one in the sky, and you take care of this warlock!" Kelda's gray hair fluttered in the wind.

"No problem." Jeroen replied calmly.

"No problem?!" Vigfortz was extremely angry, "Just a demon hunter!"

He chanted the spell quickly and sharply, and soon dense chaotic energy visible to the naked eye appeared in his hands, and the surging magic pressed towards Jeroen.

And Jeroen was not to be outdone. Purple lightning, fiery red flames, and ice-blue telekinetic attacks surrounded his body at the same time, and he charged towards Viggofortz without hesitation.

Then Vigfortz found that the scene around him was rapidly receding.

…

The Demon Hunter's Sigil is a very interesting thing.

When the legendary warlock Alzu discovered that demon hunters had no ability to cast spells, he simplified the most basic application methods of the major elements and created seals, so that they could mobilize the magic power in their bodies to help in battle simply by making hand seals without chanting spells or communicating with nature.

This was originally just a transition, when other warlocks still had expectations for the magic hunter's spellcasting ability. But when those warlocks later discovered that the demon hunter could not learn any spells except the sign, they chose to abandon the demon hunter.

In the eyes of warlocks, magic should be something more advanced, able to manipulate celestial phenomena, repair injuries, create illusions, and communicate with the dead. However, low-level things like sigils that can only be used in battle are just tricks in their eyes.

All along, most demon hunters have only used sigils as an auxiliary. Even the Griffin School can only "better integrate sigils into tactics."

Until Jaron showed up.

…

[Damn it, damn it! This is not a demon hunter! This kind of power, this kind of frequency! This is definitely not a seal! ]

After Viggofortz fell to the ground, he stood up quickly, but found that he could only barely cast defensive spells. He muttered spells and had no time to use other spells.

The purple magic circle imprisoned him, and the blazing white lightning illuminated the night; flames, storms, and frost each attacked the magic shield from three distinct directions. The surrounding grass and trees had long been carbonized, torn into pieces and swept into the air, and the rocks on the ground continued to melt and then condense again.

As long as he stops chanting for one second, the protective shield will be broken.

He, a member of the Wizarding Society and the most advanced warlock on the continent, was actually suppressed by a demon hunter with a sigil!

There was no need to chant any spells, and Jielong even skipped the process of making the magic seal. The magic power at the magic source level continuously supplied him with the energy he needed. He did not need to communicate with the celestial phenomena, and at this moment he artificially condensed the natural disaster onto the small piece of land in front of him.

Ciri was stunned watching from the side. No matter Mossak, Yennefer, Triss or anyone else, they couldn't cast a spell so easily. Spells should be taken seriously. Even a high-level warlock could suffer a backlash due to the slightest negligence.

But how come this demon hunter master in front of him was swinging a sword as easily as he could?

The enemy was pinned down, and Ciri struggled to get up and help.

Kelda appeared from behind her and stopped her.

Ciri widened her eyes again. Wasn’t this man going to deal with the Dijing?

Only then did she feel that the storm around her had stopped.

"Take a break, little girl." Kelda took a deep breath and threw a clay pot over, freeing up his two hands for fighting.