All of us are one

Chapter 39 Summoning Ritual

Crunch!

The fortress drawbridge rose, and the heavy wooden doors closed.

At the entrance to the lobby on the first floor, President Furen looked at the 21 Witchers, some of whom were injured, and others who were helping their injured companions. A hint of sadness appeared in his eyes.

In just three or four minutes of ambush, the Witcher Guild, which only had 35 official Witchers, lost nearly a third of its members.

"Guys, you've done a great job, laying a solid foundation for the great revival of the Witchers. Now all you have to do is hold the fortress and buy time for me and Jiang."

President Furen solemnly stated, "We have prepared weapons and ammunition at each firing window of the fortress, and the mechanisms inside the fortress will also become powerful tools for reaping the lives of monsters."

"Jiang and I will be preparing in the archives at the deepest part of the fortress. As long as you buy us enough time, defeating the monsters will no longer be a problem."

At this point, President Furen bowed slightly to the group of witchers, "I'll leave the rest to you."

All the Witchers remained silent, completely unaware of what Chairman Furen was up to, whether he could really turn the tide and win from such a disadvantageous position.

"President, what do you want to do?" Carrot frowned, feeling that President Furen was acting strangely today.

"We must trust Guild Master Furen," Aruk suddenly spoke up. "We are Witchers. There are only Witchers who die fighting monsters, not Witchers who surrender to monsters!"

"Instead of hesitating here, let's continue fighting the monsters to the death and avenge our fallen comrades. The monsters won't give us time to rest!" Tira tightened the bandage around his wound and walked towards the stairwell with his rifle in one hand.

"Master, I told you, I will never let any monsters harm you before I die." The demon hunter who had toasted Master Furen said this before disappearing into the corridor.

"Let's go, time is precious, we can't afford to waste any more time."

"If the monster wants my life, then let's see if it has the ability to take it!"

"Block the main gate first."

Those of the witchers who were injured ran toward the stairwell, while those who were uninjured began to move heavy objects to block the door. They were doing everything they could to delay the time it would take for the monsters to enter the fortress.

"Jiang, let's go." Chairman Furen and Mr. Aluk exchanged a glance, then turned and walked quickly down the corridor.

Jiang Yanming remained silent upon hearing this and followed the other person's steps.

Originally, he wanted to ask Chairman Furen what backup plan he had, but after hearing that the backup plan was in the archives, he lost the desire to ask any further questions, since he would find out soon enough.

……

the other side.

In the dark forest, two middle-aged men dressed in bespoke suits stood on two large trees, gazing at the Witcher's fortress in the distance.

"The Witchers have retreated into the fortress. It seems the plan is going smoothly. What were the losses?"

"The losses are within acceptable limits. In addition, 12 Witcher corpses were found during the cleanup of the battlefield."

"Given the current situation, the Witchers have no choice but to proceed according to our plan if they want to turn the tide."

"He had no choice; he started this war!"

"It doesn't matter who started the war; what matters is that once the plan is complete, we can fulfill our ancestors' long-cherished wish and escape the fate of having only a short lifespan."

The two middle-aged men were deathly pale, their sharp teeth inadvertently peeking out from the corners of their mouths as they spoke, revealing their noble vampire status.

"We need to keep putting pressure on the Witchers and not let them feel that we're not in a hurry," one of the middle-aged men said, then waved his hand downwards.

Beneath his feet, in the forest, were men and women fully armed, including many naked werewolves with pure-colored fur and ferocious wolf heads.

Upon receiving the order, the werewolves charged forward on all fours toward the witcher's fortress built against the mountain, with many stepping into traps along the way.

Following the werewolf, a group of fully armed, pale-faced men and women, armed with guns, followed the werewolf's tracks, taking turns advancing while hiding behind trees, rocks, and other cover as much as possible.

Da da da……

As the werewolves charged out of the dense forest and arrived at the open, winding riverbank, gunfire erupted from the Witcher's Fortress, mingling with the howls of the wounded werewolves to create a battlefield symphony.

……

Fortress Archives.

President Furen pushed aside the bookshelf against the wall, revealing a wooden board that had been covering it.

"Is this a secret room or a secret passage?" Jiang Yanming asked upon seeing this.

"It's a secret room." President Furen's voice held a hint of excitement.

"Is there something inside that can turn the tide of the battle?" Jiang Yanming wondered.

"That's right!" Guild Master Furen no longer hid, his eyes brimming with barely suppressed excitement and fervor. "Once that ritual is completed, monsters will be a minor problem, and we demon hunters will rise again!"

"What exactly do you want to do?" Jiang Yanming frowned immediately.

According to the Witcher books he remembered, any commission involving rituals was not an easy one to handle, and some of the rituals were so terrifying that even the Witchers were reluctant to record them in detail.

"Of course, for the great revival of the Witchers!" President Furen ripped open the wooden planks, revealing a passageway as tall as a person.

"Rituals usually require offerings, so you've attracted the monster!" Jiang Yanming's expression changed slightly.

He realized why the Witchers were gathering together and why the monsters had arrived so quickly—it was all to complete that damned ritual!

"I know you have many questions, but believe me, everything I've done is for the Witcher." President Furen didn't explain further and went into the passage first.

The passage was short; after five or six steps, we arrived at a relatively spacious room.

As Jiang Yanming entered the room, he saw an altar made of piled stones in the center, with intricate arrays drawn on the ground, seemingly symbols required for a ritual.

"I've already prepared the altar; all that's missing are the offerings and the anchor point." President Furen stood by the altar, his gaze fixed on it with the same fervor he would show for a peerless beauty.

"The offerings are fallen demon hunters and dead monsters, right? Then what is the anchor point?" Jiang Yanming asked with displeasure.

This feeling of being schemed against made him very unhappy.

"Anchor points are coordinates." President Furen took out a lighter from his pocket and began to light the candles on the altar.

"So who is the anchor point, you or me?" Jiang Yanming's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yes, and not entirely." After a candle failed to light several times, President Furen took a spare candle out of his pocket and replaced it.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Yanming did not step forward to help.

"The five major schools of the Witcher—Tiger, Owl, Snake, Bear, and Eagle—as well as the monsters of the forest, are all anchor points," Guild Master Furen said softly. "They are both sacrifices and anchor points."

"Sacrifices and coordinates...you're performing a summoning ritual!" Jiang Yanming's expression changed slightly. "Do you know what this ritual will ultimately summon?"