All of us are one

Chapter 38 Monster Attack

"Jiang, come with me." President Fu Lun gestured for Jiang Yanming to follow.

Jiang Yanming nodded slightly and followed Chairman Fu Lun through the hall and corridor to a simple office on the third floor.

The oil lamp flickered, casting shifting shadows in the somewhat dim office.

President Fu Lun sat down at the desk, gesturing to the chair opposite him, and said, "Sit down."

Jiang Yanming sat in his chair, his hands clasped together on the desk, staring at Chairman Fu Lun opposite him, and said, "Shouldn't you explain yourself?"

"Explain what?" President Furen asked calmly. "Compared to me, you should explain why you, a citizen of the Divine Martial Kingdom, have come to receive Demon Hunter training."

"Since we both have doubts, how about we have a question-and-answer game?" Jiang Yanming said calmly.

"Alright, one question each," President Furen chuckled. "You can start by asking your question."

"Why did the headquarters become a private island?" Jiang Yanming asked directly.

"It's simple, it was the monsters who did it. To prevent the headquarters from legally becoming someone else's territory, I had no choice but to buy it," Chairman Furen answered quickly, then countered with, "What was your purpose in undergoing the Witcher training?"

"Of course, it's to become a Witcher," Jiang Yanming answered matter-of-factly, then asked, "What do you mean by repeatedly emphasizing that it will make Witchers great?"

"Literally, it means to make witchers a noble profession again." Guild Master Furen asked calmly, "You are from the Divine Martial Kingdom, why have you come to receive witcher training?"

"I don't know. I woke up on the headquarters island and started receiving Witcher training," Jiang Yanming answered based on his Witcher memories. He then asked, "How do you plan to make the Witcher profession great?"

"To ensure the Witchers are no less formidable than in their prime." President Furen's eyes were filled with determination as he was about to ask a question when he was interrupted.

"Your answer is incorrect; you're dodging my question," Jiang Yanming reminded him.

"You're different?" Chairman Furen asked coldly. "I had someone investigate you. While you were training at headquarters, there were still records of you attending school in Crescent City."

"You should know that records like this are easy to fake," Jiang Yanming said calmly. "As long as you have money, it's easy to buy a degree."

"Ha, having money isn't the problem," Chairman Furen sneered, "but the problem is... do you have money?"

"You can take a look." Jiang Yanming took out his phone, opened the bank deposit interface, and pushed the phone in front of the other person.

"Hmm?" President Furen picked up his phone and his expression changed drastically.

He clearly remembered that Jiang Yanming had found his job, which was actually his help. But after not seeing him for more than a year, how did the other man become a multi-millionaire?

"Alright, let's drop the matter of your school enrollment record." President Fu Lun handed the phone back to Jiang Yanming, then said solemnly, "Besides asking you this question, I also wanted to tell you that your life is very important, you absolutely cannot die!"

"I know, we need to stop the revenge promotion ceremony." Jiang Yanming put his phone in his pocket.

"Good that you understand." A glint flashed in President Furen's eyes. "According to my plan, neither you nor I can leave the fortress. The task of killing monsters will be carried out by other demon hunters."

"Once we start fighting the monsters, you must meet up with me immediately," Guild Master Furen reminded him.

"Okay," Jiang Yanming replied.

"Jiang, you should go and have a drink and chat with your buddies now," President Fu Lun sighed. "Some of them may die in this final battle against the monsters, protecting you and me."

Jiang Yanming nodded slightly, got up and left the simple office.

His conversation with Chairman Furen did not satisfy him, as he had not obtained any useful information, which made him feel increasingly strange.

Back to the second-floor lobby.

Jiang Yanming sat and talked with the Witchers. These Witchers were very curious about his genius, after all, it was too rare to complete the training and become a formal Witcher in just five years.

Moreover, Jiang Yanming is the only existing official Demon Hunter of the Tiger School, a school with extremely high requirements for its apprentices.

……

Night is falling.

Apart from the Witchers stationed at the watchtowers and observation towers, most of the Witchers remained in the warm second-floor hall.

However, no more witchers were drinking in the hall at this moment. Instead, they were eating meat, chatting, playing cards, or sitting in a corner with their eyes closed to rest.

Suddenly, a Witcher burst into the second-floor hall, his eyes quickly scanning the area before he hurriedly asked, "Where is Guild Master Furen? Many ships are approaching!"

"What?"

"The monsters arrived so quickly?"

The witchers were startled by this news; the speed at which the monsters arrived was beyond their expectations.

"Since the monsters have come to our door, then come with me to collect your weapons and equipment." An old demon hunter who had been sitting in the corner with his eyes closed said, then took the lead and strode towards the other side of the hall.

"Follow Mr. Aruk to collect your weapons and equipment," Carlot added. "Jiang, please inform Chairman Furen."

"No problem." Jiang Yanming got up and left the hall.

Not long after.

Jiang Yanming arrived at the makeshift office he had been in before, pushed open the door, and said directly, "Someone just informed me that many ships are approaching."

"You arrived so quickly?" Chairman Fu Lun stood up in surprise and quickly went to Jiang Yanming's side. "How's the situation down there?"

"Mr. Aruk took them to collect their weapons and equipment," Jiang Yanming replied.

"Mr. Aruk is still the most reliable." President Furen said with a sigh as he walked quickly. "If we were following the rules of the Demon Hunters' peak, Mr. Aruk could have retired in a few years, but now he still has to fight monsters to the death."

Jiang Yanming didn't respond. If he remembered correctly, the so-called retirement only meant leaving the front line of combat; in reality, he was still responsible for teaching the apprentices he was training.

The two arrived at the second-floor lobby and saw that the Witcher who had delivered the message was still there; the other Witchers had already gone to collect their weapons and equipment.

"How many ships have arrived?" Chairman Furen asked.

"Many, at least thirty or forty," the witcher hurriedly replied.

"To complete the revenge advancement ritual, the monsters have probably come out in full force," Guild Master Furen asked, frowning. "Are there still any men left at the watchtower?"

"As per your previous plan, guild master, we withdrew from the watchtower as soon as we detected any movement from the monsters," the demon hunter replied.

"That's good." Chairman Furen breathed a sigh of relief, then instructed, "Go and collect your weapons and equipment, and don't forget the spare shield for your bulletproof vest."

"Yes." The witcher nodded and left.

"Jiang, the decisive battle that will determine our fate is fast approaching." President Fu Lun's voice trembled slightly, whether from excitement or fear, it was hard to tell.

"We will inevitably win," Jiang Yanming replied calmly.

If the situation really comes to a head, Jiang Yanming can break through the encirclement with his protective magic weapon and flying sword. In addition, he also has a protective jade talisman left by a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, so he will not be injured even if he is attacked by missiles.

Even though Jiang Yanming had merged with the memories of the Demon Hunters, he didn't have much affection for them, so he was more concerned with protecting himself.

There's no other reason than that, as a transmigrator, his values ​​have always been out of step with this world. This means that apart from his father, Uncle Li, Uncle Zhou, and other relatives and friends from the Divine Martial Kingdom, the only people he cares about are Arthur and Lucy.

……

Three minutes later, almost all the Witchers gathered in the second-floor hall.

"As planned, everyone will use the forest and traps around the fortress to kill monsters, and then retreat back to the fortress when I give the signal."

President Furen said, "When the top of the fortress is ablaze and flares are lit, you can retreat from the forest. Jiang, the apprentices, and I will cover you."

"Next, I'd like to ask everyone to kill as many monsters as possible."

Chairman Furen looked at the Witchers wearing bulletproof tactical vests with multiple magazines stuck in them, and carrying or slinging automatic rifles on their backs, and bowed slightly in salute.

The witchers remained silent. Even knowing they might die in battle, none of them showed any fear. They left the fortress fully armed.

"Jiang, let's go to the top floor." President Fu Lun watched as all the official demon hunters left, leaving only Jiang Yanming and three apprentices in their teens.

Jiang Yanming remained silent, and led three apprentices who pretended to be resolute, following Fu Lun to the top floor of the fortress.

The top floor of the fortress appears no different from the rest of the fortress from the outside, with several small observation and firing windows. However, the top floor is actually a beacon tower, which has the function of transmitting important messages.

Of course, that was during the peak of the Witcher era, when monsters and monsters were rampant, and even the Witcher divisions needed to call for help.

President Fu Lun stood in front of an observation window, looking at the many ships with their lights on on the sea at night, his eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.

Are the three of you scared?

A moment later, President Furen turned to look at the three young apprentices who were being trained.

"Don't be afraid!"

"Yes, I'm not afraid."

"It's just a monster, nothing to be afraid of."

The three young apprentices spoke in succession, their voices trembling slightly.

"Don't worry, you won't die, trust me," Guild Master Furen smiled. "At least until all of us official Witchers are wiped out, you won't have to face monsters directly."

"But you have to be careful of stray bullets. The lethality of stray bullets from firearms is far greater than that of stray arrows from bows and crossbows," Jiang Yanming reminded him from the side.

"Thank you, senior."

The three young apprentices quickly thanked him and simultaneously straightened their helmets and bulletproof vests.

"See these firewood?" Chairman Furen pointed to the firewood beside him. "After I give the order, you will light these firewood and then come down to assist us immediately."

"Understood." The three young apprentices nodded emphatically.

suddenly!

Da da da……

Gunshots could be heard from the distant forest, and some points of light appeared in the forest, which were the fireworks produced by the gunfire.

"It's begun." Guild Master Furen gazed into the distance. "They've engaged the monsters."

……

Under the cover of darkness.

Figures moved through the forest, some crawling on all fours like wild beasts, some appearing agile, and others using tall trees as cover.

Da da da……

A machine gun continuously spewed flames from its muzzle, bullets flying out amidst the flames, suppressing the Witcher hiding behind a large tree in the distance.

In the firelight, the gunman's ferocious black wolf head was faintly visible. His vertical pupils, which were filled with excitement and pleasure, were more aggressive than human. There was disgusting saliva dripping from the edges of his clenched, sharp fangs.

"Damn it, those monsters really do use firearms!"

Carrot leaned against a large tree, half-lying down, muttering to himself as he changed the magazine of his rifle.

Mr. Aruk, who was standing to the side, said with a faint smile, "If the monsters didn't use firearms, they probably wouldn't have attacked so decisively. They are intelligent too."

"Therefore, we must not let them complete the ritual!" When Carrot saw that the gunfire had stopped, he immediately got up and opened fire.

Da da da……

Awoo!

The werewolf, who was frantically changing the magazine with its claws, was hit by several bullets in succession, and immediately let out a painful howl. After dropping the machine gun in its hand, it quickly hid behind a big tree.

As the magical energy dissipated, these monsters degenerated. Even werewolves, who were originally extremely resilient, needed a long time to recover from attacks by non-silver weapons.

If someone is unlucky enough to be hit in the head by a rifle bullet, whether they are a werewolf or a vampire with amazing survival ability, they will basically die on the spot.

Da da da……

Gunshots rang out continuously in the forest, interspersed with various other sounds, including the howls of werewolves, the piercing cries of vampires, and the painful groans of witchers.

The gunfire lasted for nearly three minutes.

call!

A flare rose into the sky, illuminating most of the night sky, making it visible even in the forest.

Upon seeing this, the witchers who were still firing at the monsters instinctively took cover and looked back at the top of the fortress.

boom!

Flames flickered on the top floor of the fortress, a sight that relieved the witchers, who then rushed toward the fortress gate.

Da da da……

Gunshots rang out from the fortress, the muzzle flashes constantly shooting bullets into the distant forest.

"withdraw!"

Tira used the bandages she carried with her to wrap the wound on her left arm, and then patted the Witcher next to her.

"You go first, I'll be right there." The witcher didn't even turn his head and continued firing.

Without further ado, Tira knew that delaying even for a moment on the battlefield would be mortal danger, so she quickly bent over and retreated toward the fortress.

The Witcher who was covering the rear fired another burst of bullets before turning around and retreating with Tira.

boom!

A bullet shattered the witcher's head, and the terrifying kinetic energy also blasted a large hole in the tree behind him.

On a tree in the distance.

A man with a deathly pale face, devoid of any color, wore a ferocious smile, revealing two sharp fangs. He was a vampire monster.

"asshole!"

Tira glanced back and saw her companion, who had been covering her, dead. She had no time to think and could only continue running towards the fortress.

Her companions bought her time; she couldn't just die here and waste their lives.

soon.

Under the barrage of machine gun fire from the fortress, the surviving Witchers successfully retreated back into the fortress. When they looked at each other, they discovered that only twenty-one of them were genuine Witchers who had successfully retreated to the fortress!

In other words, twelve witchers died in the forest during the operation to stop and kill the monsters...