The boy who had defeated the man fell to the ground on his back, blood gurgling from the wound on his chest.
Finished? Get rid of it! No matter what kind of monster he is, his body is probably that of a first-year magician.
Don't be careless, you still don't know what trump card he has... Griffith was lying on the ground, his ears on the ground, listening to see if Aaron, who was close at hand, still had a heartbeat.
He heard nothing.
But don't be careless. Aaron was possessed by some terrifying being, and may have even been transformed into some unspeakable being.
In addition to corrupting the user's mind and corroding his body, black magic can often greatly increase vitality, heal injuries quickly with an inhuman power, and even maintain immortality under fatal wounds. Griffith got the same type of abilities from the fallen Vampire Baron.
"I only have the last rune left. I can't waste it. I have to cut off his head!" Griffith took out Karius' ax, got close to Aaron, and chopped it towards his throat.
"clang!"
The ax blade hit the ground hard, sending up sparks. Under Griffith's horrified gaze, Aaron, who must have been fatally injured, flew up and avoided the ax blade hitting his throat.
No, no, he didn't fly by himself! A mature and beautiful blond woman appeared behind Aaron. Her appearance was somewhat similar to Aaron's. Her figure was illusory, but she easily picked up the unconscious Aaron.
What is this! ? Ghost?
The blond woman is beautiful and strong, but there is solemn hatred and determination between her eyebrows. Without saying a word, she punched the trainee knight on the head.
"Frozen - Nova!" Griffith's horrified hair stood on end as he screamed at this incomprehensible scene.
The powerful power of the runes was activated in an instant, and an extremely cold ice storm roared towards the woman who was close at hand!
Not only did the extremely cold ice energy not touch the ethereal woman, but it was dispersed by the thunderous uppercut without any hindrance.
What! How could it be possible? It's magic! ?
"Bang!"
Griffith was hit hard on the forehead. He even heard the cracking sound of his helmet and his skull, and flew sideways until he hit the steps leading to the upper level and rolled over.
Aaron had woken up from his coma, and the corners of his cold mouth were slightly raised, "You should be proud of yourself for being able to push me to this extent, bug!"
It hurts so much...ah, so disgusting, I want to vomit... Griffith's mouth was bitter, and severe pain and dizziness spewed out of his head. His helmet had flown to nowhere, and his body was struggling desperately to escape like a landed fish.
Why! ? Why didn't he die? Oh no, it doesn't matter whether he is dead or not. Where did this ghost-like woman appear? Ah, my head hurts so much!
Aaron walked towards Griffith unhurriedly like an uncrowned king. That beautiful ghost woman floated beside him like a shadow, never leaving him.
Run! This is not an enemy I can defeat, nor can I even fathom. Griffith struggled desperately.
But, my feet, my feet can’t stand up! After injuring your brain, is it so difficult to even move?
Griffith began to vomit violently. No matter how hard he tried, he could only drag his body on the steps, losing all feeling in his feet.
Aaron wiped the blood from his chest and watched the apprentice knight struggling with a contemptuous smile. Suddenly, Griffith endured a severe headache, condensed new runes with all his strength, and froze ice around and behind him. The runic energy carried out his instructions efficiently. As soon as Aaron took a few steps, he found that his feet were frozen to the cold ground.
"Huh? Is this the trick again?"
"Ha~ha!" Griffith climbed up a few steps desperately, gradually opening up the distance from Aaron. The extraordinary characteristics of the fallen vampire in his body are surging desperately, trying his best to heal the injury on his head.
"My body is so sluggish! Just a little more, as long as I get there! Just get there!" Griffith felt his head spurting blood, and the viscous liquid had covered half of his face.
"Your body is quite honest, Griffith. In the end, you crawled to the front of the Transformation Mirror." Aaron had already come to his side. "Take out the Philosopher's Stone from the mirror, and I can reduce your pain."
Griffith gasped, looked up at Aaron, and struggled to press his hand on the mirror.
"Haha, hahaha, hahahahahaha!"
The desperate trainee knight suddenly laughed wildly, his torn cheek revealing his facial bones and teeth. His crazy smile made even the most rotten mutant creatures shudder.
"Are you crazy?" Aaron spat in disgust, "Have you lost all your sanity when you don't have anything?"
"Hahahaha!" Griffith continued to laugh wildly,
“Okay, Aaron, I’ll take it out right now!
"What was taken out of this teleportation mirror is,"
Aaron was stunned. He saw a thick ink-like smoke appear in the mirror, rapidly rotating and condensing, and something huge rushed out of the mirror. He couldn't help but take a step back, but it was already too late.
"What was taken out of this teleportation mirror was,
“Speed Wagon!!!!!!!”
"What-" Aaron's whole body was shaken, and he wanted to turn around and run away. The blond woman next to him also rushed forward and punched the racing carriage to protect him.
However, the huge horseless racing carriage passed over the head of Griffith who was lying on the ground and hit Aaron. Griffith, whose head had just stopped bleeding, screamed:
"It's too late, Aaron! It's impossible for you to escape! Let's crush you to death and grind you to a pulp!"
"boom--!"
A huge crash filled the entire hall. The carriage hit Aaron unstoppably, dragging a long trail of blood on the ground. Even the solid walls and columns of unknown materials trembled in the roar.
It took a while for the loud noise and flying debris to subside.
"It's done, it's finally successful!"
Griffith, who had barely recovered from some injuries, stood up and stepped on the twisted and flattened racing carriage. Cold sweat mixed with blood flowed down.
"Aaron, who was integrated with a strange existence, died in my hands. The Philosopher's Stone he was pursuing, huh, will soon be mine...
"Hmph, hahaha, I never expected that this adventure would end like this!
"With the Philosopher's Stone, I will gain the powerful power that even that person covets. At that time,
"The Philosopher's Stone has spell-breaking properties, hahaha, hahahaha, and there are also rune spells——!
"Hahahahaha! Now I have nothing to be afraid of!"
Griffith laughed maniacally from time to time, and his whole body trembled.
"By the way, we need to confirm Aaron's body and extraordinary characteristics to see if there are any secrets! His memory is a priceless treasure."
Griffith stopped smiling, lowered his head and was about to take steps. but……
This, what's going on, my body is so sluggish.
No, it's not that it's slow, it's that it can't move! My body can't move at all!
Ah, what is that! ?
An illusory shadow emerged from under the destroyed racing carriage, gathering together like a puzzle to form the phantom of a complete racing carriage, locking onto Griffith and roaring towards him.
This is damage rebound——! Griffith understood in an instant.
"boom!"
Griffith was hit hard by the shadow of the illusory racing carriage and flew out, and the bones and internal organs in his body rang together like a carnival.
On the eve of coma, he saw the injured Aaron floating out from under the wreckage of the racing carriage. His body was wrapped in a layer of golden eggshell-like light, rising slowly and then disappearing into the air.
Could this be Aaron's protection? No wonder, no wonder he could escape from that man. A powerful guardian spirit, a protection that can be transferred when in a dying state, and it even has the ability to rebound damage!
Griffith suffered broken bones and fainted.
…
I don't know how long it took before Griffith woke up from his coma and struggled desperately to get up.
Run! Don't care about the Philosopher's Stone. How could I easily get something that Aaron didn’t even dare to take directly!
Griffith, who barely recovered from his serious injury, drank a mouthful of healing potion and fled away desperately.
Exhaustion, hunger, and chills invaded his body. After a long battle, blood loss, and a long delay after being seriously injured by the carriage, the chaotic and ubiquitous murmurs and corrosion had turned into a terrifying roar in his ears.
My sanity should continue to be lost, is it too late? is there time? I should have mutated into a chaotic monster. Even if I escape alive, how much of a living person can I maintain?
Cold despair swept through Griffith. The fear and crisis in my heart are getting stronger and stronger. He transformed into a blood bat storm to avoid the mutated creatures gathering on the platform outside the tunnel, followed the map and ran wildly towards the forest.
However, his body seemed to be entangled with invisible threads, and some kind of existence in the darkness had stared at him.
Griffith has been in the Whispering Woods for too long! The smell of living flesh and blood on his body has been noticed by many monsters. Like a piece of black-peppered steak that has been wandering around the table all night, even the dullest eater should take notice.
After experiencing a series of fights and repeated serious injuries, even Shutoral's steely will and the vampire's powerful self-healing properties were on the verge of collapse.
Griffith, who relied on his powerful self-healing ability to recover some of his injuries, looked back at the ruins shrouded in black clouds from time to time while running. There must be many secrets and treasures hidden there, and even clues to the Philosopher's Stone are right in front of you. But Griffith had lost all will to fight, and fled out of the forest in panic like a bereaved dog.
Probably because of the continuous fighting, many of the mutated creatures at the edge of the Whispering Forest were wiped out. Griffith actually managed to escape to the edge of the forest this time.
His armor was completely thrown away, his clothes were in tatters, and his blood coagulated again and again. Every part of his body was cold and painful, and he limped out of the forest.
Suddenly, he saw many illusory black shadows, which surged out from nowhere and converged into huge indescribable monsters chasing him. The whispering in his ears has reached a level that is almost whistling, and even his field of vision is only a curtain of blood mixed with gray-brown.
The mutated creatures chasing him are getting closer and closer, and Griffith can already feel that they are mobilizing chaotic and evil magic to prepare for action.
Not here yet? Not outside yet?
Suddenly, two soldiers wearing iron armor appeared not far away. They held torches and discovered the fleeing trainee knight.
"Quick! Come here quickly, we are here to rescue you!" the rescuer shouted while waving his arms towards Griffith.
Griffith was overjoyed and couldn't help but speed up his pace a bit. At the same time, he shouted to the soldiers: "There are mutant creatures behind me, prepare to fight!"
"Quick! Come here quickly, we are here to rescue you!" The rescuers shouted to Griffith, opening their arms to welcome him.
Griffith suddenly turned around and ran off in another direction.
A strange feeling filled his heart. There was no joy at being rescued, only more intense fear. As Griffith ran, he turned back and shouted to them: "No.! Which part do you belong to!?"
"Hurry! Come here quickly, we are here to rescue you!" The rescuer waved his arms enthusiastically and shouted to him, repeating the words he just said.
When the human words fell into his ears, Griffith felt a chill go down his spine and his hair stood on end. These soldiers did not have the logo of their unit on their bodies, and their words were just repeating the same sentence over and over again.
Such a realistic phantom! Behind their warm arms and broad shoulders, I don’t know what terrible things are hidden.
"Quick! Come here quickly, we are here to save you!"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind, and two soldiers seemed to whisper in their ears, "Why are you running?"
Griffith was terrified.
Instead of being left behind, the phantom from the mutant creature got closer.
It’s over, I’ve been caught up!
At this moment, a faint light appeared in the dark forest. Although the morning sun has not yet risen, the sky is already dimly lit. At the end of the almost endless darkness, a familiar feeling is caressing the trainee knight's riddled soul.
"Griffith!"
Galadia, wearing a silver breastplate and a laurel wreath, appeared on the high ground not far away. She raised her long bow in the direction of Griffith, like a golden phoenix spreading its wings in her hands.
"For the military range attack spell, the artillery form is unfolded and the countdown is started.
"Additional prayer enhancement."
The elf's long hair was flying in the air, her singing seemed to be ready, and the layers of magic circles were rotating around her with astonishing momentum. Ball lightning of blue, green and gold loomed around her. The fine gold arrow pointed directly in the direction of Griffith, and the little rays of light gathered into dazzling starlight.
“The everlasting light that bestows kindness and shelter,
"Guardian of nature and balance,
"The guide on the endless journey,
"I identify the target of the arrow as the enemy of Starlight."
In the night sky in the far north, there is a star carrying irresistible coercion and power, echoing the elves' prayers.
Galadia's eyes became as pure as losing their emotions, as if they were incarnate into an indescribable existence and will walking on the ground. The air, light and dust were suddenly stopped, and they listened fearfully and respectfully to her bright and direct words that penetrated into the heart. pray:
"Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalima! (Hail to the brightest star Elenion Ancalima!)"
A chaotic and ferocious roar came from behind Griffith. The illusion of the soldier disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by the overwhelming twisted aura that was grabbing the trainee knight's shoulders with their tentacles.
The air suddenly compresses. Sound and light were instantly deprived, as if a black hole had swallowed everything. Then, pure light bloomed, roaring through Griffith's body into the darkness.
The mutated monsters that had just been casting various vicious curses fell backwards, and the unstoppable silver light swept past them. Regardless of whether they were strong or weak, crazy or evil, they were all wiped out in the bright light.
The indescribable screams and the roar that swept the earth merged together, and the forest stubbornly occupied by darkness was purified by this light to create a smooth path. The darkness, poisonous insects and twisted plants entrenched here retreated in panic.
With the elimination of the shadow monster, Griffith's fear and despair were swept away, the whistling murmurs disappeared in an instant, and the world returned to its normal color. He stood on the quiet grass in a daze, watching the elf girl walking towards him lightly.
Hallucination? Is this an illusion?
"Don't be afraid, Griffith," Galadia put away her glorious long bow, supported the trainee knight's body covered in blood and soil, and tilted her head towards him.
The pure and majestic eyes that had just swept across the darkness turned into concern and joy, and a sweet smile bloomed at the corners of his mouth. The silver morning light of dawn descended on the corrupted forest and sprinkled on Griffith's shoulders. The comfortable cool breeze caressed the scarred soul with a faint fragrance.
The long battle with no end in sight finally disappeared together with the long darkness and endless filth, and the whole world became brighter.
"I'm coming!"
