I remember now.

A shrill whistling like a rooster's crow resounded through the rolling hills.

It was an extremely sharp, horribly agitated frequency of sound waves, and the sharper the hearing, the more damage was done.

Ordinary people's senses couldn't pick up this kind of sound wave, so they hadn't found themselves neighbors with monsters all this time, or else the neighboring villages would have died out long ago.

Finnian vaguely hears a bit and awakens from his sleep, while the Knight and Witcher, whose five senses are extremely sharp, first act as if they are on the spot, and then their bodies suddenly freeze.

Their excellent transcendent senses captured that sound wave very keenly, and just as they were carefully distinguishing it, the sound frequency had already invaded the body, followed by a subsequent resonance of the whole body's organs.

The eyes, ears, mouths, and noses of the two men slowly overflowed with shocking blood.

"Brother, Eleazar-san, you guys...?"

Finnian looked at the two hesitantly.

"Pfft!"

"Vomit!"

The two people whose bodies froze suddenly lowered their heads and spat out a mouth full of blood, interspersed with some pink-colored broken flesh, their faces extremely painful as they kept coughing.

His entire body's internal organs collapsed, and the knight who was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe covered his chest.

"What is that thing!!!"

Eleazar also pales a bit and rubs his chest.

"So it's a spiky beast..."

"A whine? That's infrasound!!!"

Wiping blood from the corners of his mouth, Fintan's face grimaced a bit.

Eleazar waved his hand weakly, "A chicken with awakened transcendent powers is all it is, don't be afraid, I came when I was ready."

Come prepared, the winning rule for most of the strong.

To the amazed eyes of the two brothers, Witcher set up the crucible and began to mix the alchemical potion.

Holding an absolute information gap, from the moment the Transcendent Species reveals its voice, everything about it is revealed, its strengths, its weaknesses, and even its favorite food is known.

The weights on the scales keep tipping, with a superb fighter at his side, well... There's also a cheering and shouting soy sauce, telling him to stand away later and not share the experience...

Eleazar muses silently, bottling the concoction.

"Here, this is yours, drink before the fight!"

Finnian watched curiously as his brother took the tube of still-steaming green potion, then looked at the already dry crucible and asked suspiciously, "What about mine?"

Eleazar looked at the knight with his mouth closed and his face a little tense, and his mind was made up.

"Finnian-san, this time, well... Mainly to bring you to see the big game, no need for you to help, just stand back and watch."

Finnian pursed his lips very knowingly.

"Oh, well then."

Eleazar slanted a glance at the silent knight.

That's a hell of an older brother...

He then cleared his throat, explaining to the two men, mainly to the fighter who would contribute the most later, the essentials of dealing with such transcendent creatures.

"What most transcendental creatures have in common is that they like to hide their weaknesses in their strongest places ..."

They are fully prepared, and the other party still has not the slightest idea that he is on the verge of death, so ask him how he is going to lose.

The three then packed up camp and headed deeper into the mountains.

Avoided all signs of people and found a spot with an open line of sight.

With the capture of a cow, necessitating one that had just given birth and begun to produce milk, the spiky beasts were completely defenseless against such milky-smelling ingredients.

Driving the mooing cow, intimidated by the mind spell, to the center of the field, the trio took cover in the woods off to the side.

Eleazar reminded the rider once more, "Remember, we must attack its wings first later, or we will have to activate our backup plan when it hovers."

"What backup plan?"

Fintan, who was suddenly told there was another plan, blacked out.

Eleazar looked at him strangely, "Of course, it's a retreat, what are you thinking?"

"Just go back in the dust like that?" Fintan's eyes widened.

"Or what?"

"But you even used the potion..."

"Material matters? Money matters? Or life?"

Eleazar followed his lead, "Imagine a hostile dragonborn casting spells over your head over and over again, so yeah, you don't want to miss later."

"You're trying to trick me into putting up a fight again, aren't you?" The suddenly wise knight darkened his face.

"Huh?"

Seeing that surprised expression, Fintan burst into a fit of pique.

"Come on, what's the real backup plan!!!"

"Well..."

Eleazar could only shrug and say, "It's a strategic retreat, before sneaking up on the monster's lair and launching Operation Wing Chopper while it's defenseless."

"That's what I was going to do if I came alone."

"How about... You come up with another solid idea?"

The knight didn't seem to want to lose face in front of his brother.

Eleazar relieved him, "Have a little faith in yourself, and pull out that swagger you had when we first met and you tried to blitz me to death!"

"Easy for you to say!"

Fintan turned his head without a good look and blanked him, before realizing that Eleazar's gaze had suddenly become somewhat vacant.

"I remember, it was raining that day and she cried for a long, long time..."

"Hey, what are you talking to yourself about, have you heard any strange noises?"

Fintan nudged him.

Eleazar snapped back to his senses and hastily glanced at the sky.

"Ohhhh, drink your medicine!"

A fluttering sound came from overhead, but strangely enough, they couldn't see anything flying.

"Well, it's already evolved into the Phantom Plume, no wonder it hasn't been discovered after hiding for so long."

Eleazar's voice suddenly became unbearably cold.

"What's a phantom plume?"

The knight who finished drinking the potion drew his silver sword and kept looking up at the sky.

"It's the camouflage ability, it's already flying down."

Eleazar suddenly reaches out, "Give me the silver sword..."

"You... Okay?"

Fintan was a little hesitant to hand over his sword.

The deal was that he would be the one to launch the surprise attack, but the plan suddenly changed, and he couldn't see the monster's form. Eleazar faintly picked up his silver sword, and with a slight leap, reached out a foot to stomp on his shoulder, and crouched down.

Fintan was instantly so angry that his hair blew up, and an explosion of tremendous force rose from his loins and was rapidly conducted to his feet, where a massive counter-thrust was again transmitted from his back spine to his arms, and united with the explosive force of his hands, viciously launched the man out of the way.

"Boom--"

At the back of the room, all Finnian saw was a circle of dust exploding, followed by a silver light sweeping out.

"LOL!!!"

A strange scream came from above the cow, too frightened to move, and blood burst forth!

A huge, colorful body appeared unexpectedly.

A crown of dainty flesh like a crown, a slender collar-neck, a brilliant tail plume, one broad wing bloodshot, and a body as large as a truck, which was now tilting to the side.

The silver light catalyzed the withering, dragging a splendid back trajectory to the monster's body, directly cutting off a chicken foot that supported the body's weight by the roots.

"You save it..."

The knight looked at the rapidly depleting Silver Light with immense heartache.

So fast that he can barely make out his shadow, Witcher finally reveals himself and jumps back a step, dodging the monster's dying blow and stepping on the sweeping wing as it leaps through the air.

"Finnian get down!"

Finnian, who was standing back watching, was completely unaware of the danger that had befallen him, and it was only after his brother swooped in and tackled himself that he realized that an invisible sound wave had swung in front of him.

"Buzz--"

The woods around them disappeared in pieces without warning, churned into wood chips and broken leaves by the invisible wave of sound.

The woods in a circle of several hundred meters were instantly cleared, leaving only debris roiling in the sky.

The two men tilted their heads back and looked horrified at the disappearing trees behind them.

That death sound wave had been pushed out for nearly a thousand meters before slowly stopping.

It wasn't that the monster ran out of steam and the head that made the death note was decapitated.

The knight slowly sat up and looked ahead.

The monster's headless collar neck spewed out a roiling stream of blood.

Half crouching in front of him, Witcher slowly retracted his sword and hung his head, bathing in the rain of blood pouring down behind him.

The face, not knowing whether it was crying or laughing, slowly lifted with blood.

"I remember..."