Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 48 War
Altaïr's vision slowly returned as darkness gradually devoured the power of dusk that solidified all light.

This was the first time that Altaïr saw the surrounding scenery with his own eyes since he set foot on the land of the Twilight Kingdom. He was so shocked by the magnificent scenery that he almost forgot to breathe.

The camp of the Dusk People is located at the entrance of a valley, and the front of the camp faces the mountains in the distance.

A mountain range with half of its peak shrouded in crimson clouds is surrounded by a huge ash tree that is towering into the clouds and has lush branches and leaves. Its crown blocks out the sun, half of its branches and leaves have rotted, and half are still shrouded in the light of dusk.

Beneath the tree were three thick roots, with the portion just above the ground extending beyond Altaïr's field of vision.

One was located below their camp, supporting the entire camp;

The other plunged straight into a pool of black water, and the darkness was coming from that direction;
The third tree root had been cut off at the root by a strange force, and on the broken end lay a hideous skeleton that had been dead for a long time. Black venom dripped from the tip of the fang, which was thicker and taller than the bell tower of St. Samuel's Cathedral, and fell to the ground to form a thin black river, which flowed into the source of the Light-Devouring River.

"Amanisis is here. Go find your companion and explain the whole story to her. Solve all the problems!" Lilith seemed a little impatient.

"As you wish, Your Majesty the Mother Goddess."

Altaïr imitated the ritual of the Church of Mother Earth that Venata had performed before, and drew four simple symbolic symbols on his chest with his fingers, performing a not-so-standard farewell gesture.

Then, his body was filled with morning light, which was gathered on his body surface, forming a thin layer of light armor that did not affect his movements. After his entire body was strengthened, he paused lightly and disappeared from the tent, leaving only the door curtain at the door swaying slightly.

Outside the camp, the Dusk Giants and Brown Elves were ready to go. The Dusk People drew out two-person-high giant swords, war hammers, or execution axes from nowhere, and their bodies glowed with Dusk light, forming uniform armor.

The brown elves sat on their shoulders, fixed themselves with the vines they summoned, and then chanted spells in the elven language, bestowing all kinds of mysterious blessings on each other.

Badheim stood in front of his subordinates, holding the giant sword made of the snake bones of the Pale Emperor, and the brightness of the dusk light on his body had surged to an unprecedented level. Venata was standing beside him, with a gloomy look on her face, and it was unknown what she was thinking.

Lilith, who had transformed back into Omybella, came to the camp of the Dusk Giants with Altaïr. Badhair looked at Altaïr meaningfully, then nodded slightly to Omybella. There was no trace of hatred in his eyes. Even if there was, it was completely replaced by the desire for the half of the Light Devouring River in the hands of the Eternal Night Wolf.

"We have been waiting for this day for a long time. Since they dare to take the initiative to attack, it saves us the trouble of looking for him. Your Majesty Omibella, please come with me to meet the greedy demon wolf!"

Badhair swung the giant sword in the air, and an orange-yellow light flew out along with the force of the slash, and crashed straight into the deep darkness in the distance.

In an instant, as if a stone was thrown into calm water, violent ripples appeared on the flowing dark surface, and spirit creatures filled with the breath of death crawled out of the river one after another. There were reborn skeletons and wronged souls, as well as demon wolves that were followers of the night and winged people with wings on their backs.

Behind this dark army, a tall woman suddenly appeared in the center of the crowd, as if all traces of her appearance had been wiped out by a mysterious force.

She was wearing a layered yet simple black dress, dotted with countless sparkling gems, just like the stars in the night sky.

There were two arms growing out from between her ribs and from her waist, each covered with short dark hair.

Of her six hands, two held the heavy black sickle, two held a crimson "moon", one was empty, and one tightly grasped an ancient ornament that looked like it was made of gold.

The shape of the ornament was a slender bird, surrounded by wings made of pale flames. Within its bronze eyes, layers of light seemed to form one illusory door after another.

Once again, Altaïr felt the urge to kneel down. Although he was less affected this time because of the distance, his will to resist was far less strong than the last time he saw Lilith's projection.

Because this is the "Goddess of Night", Amanisis in Lilith's mouth, and it is also the image of Altaïr's faith in the will of the God of War! Even the most unreligious believers would be at a loss when they see the god they believe in suddenly appear before their eyes.

While Altaïr was in a daze, the warriors on both sides had already begun charging under the leadership of their respective leaders. Once the Dusk Giants, who were nearly four meters tall, started charging, the momentum was enough to make people wonder if there was an earthquake.

They did not need Badhair's guidance and charged on their own. Their formation was so neat and their movements so orderly that it was hard not to suspect that this was an army controlled by only one brain. Rather than an army, these giants were more like red ants coming out in full force.

After Badhair released that twilight ray, all the giants immediately raised their weapons in unison, and released long-range attacks consisting of hundreds of twilight rays while running at full speed.

Hundreds of orange-yellow rays of light formed an illusory giant sword in the air. When it reached the highest point, it condensed slightly. Then, the evening rainstorm poured down, landing squarely in the middle of the surging darkness.

The next second, the dead silence and darkness exploded, and broken bones, incomplete spirits, and rotten flesh flew everywhere like sparks from fireworks. Amid the silent wailing of the Night Clan, that area was once again filled with the flowing dusk.

At this moment, a faint shriek was heard from the sky. Countless humanoid creatures with black wings finally found an opportunity after the previous wave of attacks and rose into the air like a swarm of locusts.

In their hands were huge crossbows made of bones, which were stained with yellow oil. There were also tiny white hairs sticking out directly from the bones stained with yellow oil, which made people feel their scalp tingling at the sight of it.

Also without anyone giving any orders, a rain of black swords, no less powerful than the light of dusk just now, came crashing down, stirring up a cloud of dust in the camp of the dusk giants!

(End of this chapter)