Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

Chapter 398 The goddess was summoned? ! !

The reception room of the temple.

"No!" Tissaia de Vries raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily, "The sorceress of Aretuza is not under the command of any other force. This is the premise for us to fulfill the ancient covenant of the Novigrad Alliance..."

"But large-scale operations always need a commander..." The old duke refuted helplessly.

"Then let us command!" Tissaia said righteously, "We in Aretuza have also done considerable research on the evil gods and monster nests..."

Ianna sat between the two people, her face not looking good.

Vesemir stood in the corner bored, listening to the discussion, or quarrel, of the three forces of the Temple of Meliteli, Aretuza Academy and Elland in the situation that the evil god would descend within a day.

Quarrel over the command of the army, the trend of the summoning ritual, the distribution of spoils and compensation for injured personnel...

To be honest.

He is not completely ignorant of politics.

Being old enough means that you have seen enough people and things.

The demon hunters of the Wolf School focus on hunting monsters, but it does not mean that they have no contact with humans at all.

On the contrary, when a demon hunter from the wolf school becomes a demon hunter master, he has to contact more people, people of higher status, actively or passively.

Correct their cognition, analyze their hidden meanings, satisfy their desires, reject their delusions...

When the people he contacts change from civilians and village heads to wealthy businessmen and nobles, how to get along with the client cannot escape politics.

Was the heir who was abducted by the "monster" really abducted by accident?

Are the strange monsters killed by the nobles really monsters, not people?

There are also people who fall in love with goats, deer-headed spirits who are worshipped as gods, and night demons who only squeeze but not kill...

The demon hunter master just prefers to solve problems with swords and is unwilling to get involved.

So he knows that the noise in front of him is normal.

The more urgent it is, the more it is necessary to argue out a result of command, interests, goals and strategies in advance.

Otherwise, in future battles, every possibility that is ignored will lay the groundwork for the final outcome.

Of course.

Even among all the similar "discussions" that Vesemir had experienced, Aretuza's Tissaia de Vreis was the most radical, greedy, and calculative one.

After the victory of the war, all the monsters... especially the remains and materials related to the evil gods belonged to Aretuza, which was just an appetizer.

After all, there was no second warlock academy here, and the temple and Elland didn't care about these smelly and weird materials.

The core of the current dispute was the command of the team.

Tissaia de Vreis "greedily" demanded that the command of the temple priests and Elland's elite soldiers be taken over by the sorceress.

This was difficult for the other two parties to accept.

On the one hand, Tissaia would inevitably use their people as cannon fodder to protect the sorceress, but as locals with more relevant interests, the temple and Elland had already had such awareness.

But on the other hand, the sorceresses are just sorceresses. They are obsessed with the mysteries of magic and have never been on the battlefield, nor have they had experience in commanding large troops.

This is something that neither side can accept.

After all.

If the situation is not good, the sorceresses can open a portal and leave directly.

With a way out, they will definitely not have the determination to fight to the death when commanding, and how much combat effectiveness can they exert on both sides.

The right of command is not only related to the casualties of the two sides in the battle, but it is directly related to the final result-whether the evil god can be expelled.

How could the Temple of Meliteli and Elland give in easily?

However...

Vesemir looked at the awkward smiles on the faces of Ianna, Nenneke, the old duke, and Arthur, but he could read the dissatisfaction, humiliation and helplessness hidden behind their smiles.

He knew.

The temple and Elland would eventually agree to Tissaia's aggressive request.

"The Temple of Meliteli is still lonely after all..." Vesemir sighed in his heart.

I remember that a hundred years ago, if there was a similar disaster, the temple would mediate.

The appointment of the commander was also mostly decided by the people in the temple.

Why?

Because the temple is responsible to the gods, and if the priests' oaths to the gods are violated, the effect is very significant.

It can be as big as a thunderbolt that directly descends and kills without hesitation like Cliff, or as small as direct divine punishment to remove all the divine power in the body of the oath-breaker and mark the oath-breaker.

Therefore.

Even if the temple at that time was like the Temple of Meliteli today, with a vague boundary with the power of Elland, other forces were willing to believe in the candidates chosen by the temple.

But now...

Everyone knows that Meliteli has not come to the world for many years and interfered with the affairs of the temple.

The handling of oath-breakers in the temple is decided by the temple itself, and no miracles have appeared for a long time.

So it is not surprising that Tissaia de Vries is so radical and greedy.

They were invited to come to the rescue, and they were already noble enough to risk their lives and abide by the old contract.

It was indeed a bit unreasonable to ask her to send the lives of her academy's sorceresses to the hands of two locals, the Temple of Meliteli and the Elland nobles.

But...

What about the evil god?

What should we do if the evil god is about to revive?

Although female sorcerers are much better than male wizards, the torture of magic during awakening and Aretusa's strict sterilization policy make Aretusa's female sorcerers particularly extreme. Not only are they easily emotional, but they also have extremely strong desires.

This is not a good quality for being the leader of an army.

Could it be that he really believed what Tissaia de Vries said, that Aretusa has studied the monster nest and the evil god, so it is most suitable to control this team to fight against the evil god?

"Damn..." Vesemir cursed in his heart, "Ianna didn't have much confidence in stopping the evil god from coming. Now she is commanded by this group of crazy women. How can she succeed?"

"Can this team to fight against the evil god really lead away enough corpse-eating creatures for them?"

To be honest.

Vesemir had to think about another question at this moment-

How should he persuade Aylin to give up?

"Huh?!!"

The discussion in the living room stopped abruptly.

Vesemir was suddenly hit hard by a sharp gaze, a real scratch, the kind that hurt his head.

"Hmph~"

Crazy woman... He groaned and quickly emptied his mind skillfully.

"Okay, stop arguing." Ianna waved her hand to attract everyone's attention.

She looked at the old duke helplessly and sighed:

"For the command right, we will answer..."

Ianna's words were not finished, and she suddenly jumped up from her seat in shock.

Tissaya de Vries's face changed drastically. She snapped her fingers to cast a lavender magic barrier on herself and looked up at the sky.

"Buzz!"

The wolf emblem on Vesemir's chest hummed violently.

The old duke looked around helplessly.

"What's wrong?"

"The evil god is coming?"

...

The long prayer echoed in the icon room, over and over again.

From the second time on, there was an ethereal echo, the real voice and the echo overlapped, the echo hit the orderly stone wall with murals, and reflected more praises.

The candles in front of the holy image turned golden and shone brightly. The simple sanctuary was as solemn and holy as the kingdom of God in an instant.

Ailin stared blankly at the kind holy image with gold edges.

He had not expected that such a magnificent vision would appear when completing the "Meliteli Hidden Ceremony" in the holy image room, and a strong expectation suddenly rose in his heart.

While the echoes and the visions were still there, he hurriedly prayed: "Praise the Mother of All Things... Blessings of the Harvest... Blessings of the Harvest... Blessings of the Harvest..."

This seemed particularly sophisticated and... impious in the face of countless people leaning over to pray...

"Eh~"

In the dimness, a playful female voice suddenly sighed, with a helpless tone: "This is not how the ritual of concealment is used."

The girl's holy voice echoed in the holy image room, and seemed to echo in his sea of consciousness.

Ailin was stunned and had no time to react.

In a trance, the golden flames on the edges of the three holy images gathered on the girl's image.

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A girl wearing a pure white silk dress, a wreath woven with golden leaves and branches, and a beautiful face, walked out of the holy image. .

The golden eyes full of divinity looked at him with a complicated look.

Damn!

I actually summoned the goddess!

Ailin shuddered, his throat dry, and he swallowed.

Oh my God!

He only wanted to get the blessing of the harvest and open the box.

The repeated prayers gradually disappeared.

Meliteli, in the form of a girl, walked a few steps closer to him, looked up and looked at him, frowning her delicate eyebrows.

Ailin remembered something and immediately squatted down and lowered his body.

"Goddess... uh... good night?"

"You woke me up just to say 'good night' to me?" The girl raised her eyebrows, "I don't have much time to give you."

He pointed behind Ailin.

The three ritual circles of the girl, the pregnant woman and the old woman lit up with golden light like last time, and darkened along the ritual circle from a point on the edge like a fuse, but the speed of darkening was several times faster than last time.

Five minutes at most...

After calculating the time, Ailin turned back and asked the goddess to grant him a "harvest blessing", but when he opened his mouth, he said, "Goddess, the evil god of the southern foot of Mahakam..."

"I know." The girl nodded slightly, "Unfortunately, most of my power is used to resist the erosion of the white frost. The divine power cannot leave the temple and cannot expel the evil god."

He sighed in a pretentious manner and circled Ailin:

"If it weren't for the recent intersection of the celestial spheres, which disrupted the space and broke the blockade of some white frost, it would be useless even if you set up a full array of hidden magic circles here..."

"By the way..."

The girl tilted her head and suddenly stopped. Her slender white index finger pointed at the ritual array on the ground and looked straight at Ailin:

"I clearly told you that it was a 'hidden' ritual. How did you know that this ritual could contact me?"

Ailin thought about it and avoided the girl's sight unnaturally.

[Name: Meliteli's Hiding Ceremony]

...

[Note: In fact, this is not a hiding ceremony, but more like a remote transmission of a message like "Mom, I'm hungry". All subsequent hiding processes will be remotely controlled by the object of the information transmission with divine power. ]

The divine wall in his mind did not fluctuate, which made Ailin feel relieved.

Because the notes in the Demon Hunting Notes are really blasphemous!

"If you don't want to talk about it, forget it!" The girl shook her head angrily.

"It's not a proper method," Ailin quickly changed the subject, looking at the girl who looked much younger than him, but was actually at least a few hundred years older, "Does the goddess have any ability that can be used now to fight against evil gods or corpse-eating creatures?"

"Yes! I can give Ianna divine power and magic, and give the warriors who fight against the evil gods holy shields and holy power," the girl smiled sweetly, and when Ailin showed a happy smile on his face, she changed the subject, "But... are you sure?"

"What are you sure about?" He was stunned.

"Divine power is limited."

The girl continued to circle Ailin:

"Although I don't know why you, a demon hunter, are so eager for a good harvest, the divine power that survives due to the intersection of the celestial spheres is only enough to accomplish one thing..."

"Harvest blessing or holy shield and holy power?"

"Holy shield and holy power." Ailin did not hesitate.

Everything will eventually come down to expelling the evil god.

The treasure chest opening was too unexpected. Even if a red quality fusion treasure chest appeared again, skills similar to the Way of Beast Roar still needed to be practiced and unlocked.

The golden treasure chest had more blueprints and formulas. The probability of hitting the right one for the evil god was too low.

But the stronger the people led by Ianna to attack the evil god, the more corpse-eating creatures they could attract, which would actually weaken the summoning ritual.

And...

If the treasure chest was gone, they could be saved again.

Once a person died, they could never be resurrected again.

"What a good child!"

The girl smiled kindly. Ailin just blinked and turned into a pregnant woman with a big belly again.

He gently took off the gold ornaments on his chest and threw them up.

"Wow~"

The gold ornaments hung in the air for a moment, and suddenly turned into a thick beam of light, from bottom to top, penetrating the roof and piercing the gloomy sky.

Ailin had to close his eyes because of the dazzling light.

The breeze brought the fragrance of rice that had been exposed to the sun.

"She lied to you."

The pregnant woman's quiet voice gradually became ethereal, as if it was mixed with the air of the fields in the bright morning.

He opened his eyes.

The pregnant woman turned into a girl again, and her golden body became transparent.

She was suspended in the air, holding his cheeks. Her soft golden hair shone with a faint light, swaying in front of his eyes.

The fragrance of rice, wheat fields and fruit trees was everywhere.

What did she lie to me about?

Ailin was about to ask.

The girl's plump lips gently touched his forehead, slightly hot.

"Don't forget your mission, child of miracle." He whispered.