For a town with a city defense force and police system, it is not an unsolvable problem to mix in a few cultists or criminals who cause destruction. Most of the armed forces and citizens in the town know each other. As long as they spend a certain amount of time searching from house to house and inspecting abandoned and idle houses, traces of the cultists will be found sooner or later.
Even if they hide in the mountains, it will be fine. As long as the cultists maintain human bodies, they will definitely need food and rest. It is impossible for them to completely hide their traces when they first arrive.
It's okay to wait until they are driven out of the rat hole.
Griffith didn't need to be there to investigate. Although he is only a non-commissioned officer and a trainee knight, Beyelan's law authorizes formal Beyonders of Sequence 8 and above to have higher authority than ordinary people's magistrates and military officers in many specific events. He decided to get familiar with the environment here first, and then strolled along the streets of Hepu Town. If the local armed forces discover traces of the cultists, it is likely to turn into a pursuit battle, and the side familiar with the terrain will have an overwhelming advantage.
In addition, Griffith also had another idea. He specifically selected out-of-the-way streets and alleys to patrol, like a tarantula lurking among the leaves.
If the group that appeared in Hepu Town did not come to rob a few grocery stores, if they were really cultists or some organized crime group, they would probably take action against the extraordinary people here. Jump into the tarantula's trap yourself.
Soon, a gloomy and dangerous aura appeared behind him, vaguely distant. Even with Griffith's limited inspiration, he noticed that among the leisurely local residents and tourists, there were three people who stood out, quietly watching Griffith and following him.
He is such a man of courage. Only three people dare to attack the official Beyonders. Are they already sure of victory?
I can compete with them and see. With the blessing of the blood curse, even if the battle is unfavorable, it will not be as useless as the forest cage incident.
Griffith turned and walked into a remote and dark alley, where he waited for the attackers who were following him, and greeted them with a polite smile:
"Hoho, instead of hiding and planning a conspiracy, you challenge me head-on. I admire your courage."
Three people shrouded in dark aura appeared in front of him. They are muscular and have weapons hidden under their coats.
The leading man came forward with his hand on the scabbard:
"Griffith Blanton, my name is Hamis. Following the will of the Supreme Creator, I will take your life today."
What is the Creator? Unheard of gods. It's really a cult that breeds in some remote corner.
"You actually reported yourself to your family. You are such a brave person. I admire you even more." Griffith smiled, took off his throwing spear and short spear and stuck them on the ground, and took a stance with a long sword and a round shield as weapons. " Come here with your horse."
Griffith had activated the Insight Crystal. Driven by his spiritual energy, he noticed that the cultists in front of him were only three sequence 9 level enemies.
Hamis, the leader, has spread out obvious psychic ripples, and is obviously driving some kind of ability. He was followed by a man and a woman, who actually had no intention of taking action and watched quietly as their companions approached the dismounted armored cavalry.
Every step Hamis took seemed to contain a hidden mystery. He walked towards Griffith, but it seemed as if he was slowly stepping into the shadows until his whole body and breath disappeared. It was as if he had evaporated from the world.
Griffith felt a little surprised. Khamis may be an Beyonder on the Assassin path. Although he is only Sequence 9, he strangely possesses the ability to hide his body. He must be blessed with some special power or hold a magical item like the Dark Blood Cloak.
Griffith could barely detect a vague figure moving slowly around him, but he couldn't catch any trace of him.
An unexpected enemy indeed. However, I don’t know where the assassin was trained, and he actually wanted to fight the heavy infantry in a one-on-one battle.
Griffith held the cavalry shield "Vanguard" in his hand, gathered his breath and concentrated on it.
So, let me make the first move. In order not to disturb the enemy, Griffith suppressed the idea of using the freezing nova to blow him out.
Killing intent flowed in the air, and the battle without seeing the opponent made every second infinitely longer.
Griffith's armor has been unknowingly covered with a layer of light blue ice and freezing air. Once attacked, the magic power will immediately form an ice armor covering the body.
A sharp roar rent the air. Two black lights came from the shadows and stabbed towards Griffith's waist.
Griffith felt a heavy blow on his back. The sharp blade cut through the ice armor, tore the leather armor and mail armor, leaving a bloody trail on the back. A heavy blow followed, hitting his waist and kidneys, making him briefly dizzy.
Hamis, who was hiding in the darkness, suddenly launched a surprise attack and a kidney shot, which could not only tear open the armor but also cause a brief stun. If he hadn't been wearing heavy armor, Griffith might have been knocked down in this initial attack.
"Succeeded!"
Hamis's figure flashed out of the illusion, and the dagger stabbed the opponent's waist again. But the dagger was first blocked by the double-layered heavy armor, and then pressed against the waist by a huge force.
"For Sequence 9, pretty good attack power!"
Griffith locked Hamis's hand with his right hand, turned around and threw a shield at Hamis who appeared in the shadows.
The assassin who had just emerged from the shadows staggered on the spot, blood and broken teeth splashed out, and he leaned back, almost falling to his knees.
Griffith threw his shield, pulled Hamis over, and then swung his long sword and corrupted feather sword like lightning, slashing at the sneak attacker.
The long sword split open Hamis's left shoulder, and icy air poured in from the horrifying exposed wound.
The dagger pierced his right chest, and the shadow energy immediately tore apart a large piece of flesh and blood, drilling towards his internal organs.
"Reckoning" first gave Hamis two swords, and then triggered the enchantment effects respectively. Khamis, who succeeded in the sneak attack, was unable to dodge and was slashed on the spot, causing him to let out a heart-rending scream.
"ah--!"
The other two attackers present were startled by the shrill screams. A female assassin took advantage of the shade of trees and branches to attack quickly, slashing Griffith's shoulder with a knife.
"boom!"
Although she was hit on the shoulder by the dagger, Griffith was not injured. Instead, she smashed a bottle of slowing potion on the ground, and then held down her dagger.
"He's wearing double heavy armor!" the female assassin screamed, then abandoned her dagger and tried to escape. But her agile skills were as slow and dull as rust.
Before she could pull away, Griffith had already grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her back, lifting her high and slamming it against the ground.
"Bang!" The female assassin's head was hit on the rock on the ground, and red and white blood splashed all over the sky.
Griffith flipped his wrist, thrust the sword in his hand into her mouth and stirred it hard.
The remaining attacker ran away, disappearing into the darkness in an instant.
Griffith checked the female assassin on the ground and found that she was not breathing. But Khamis, who can hide his figure, is still alive.
The sword and the corrupted feather sword left horrific wounds on Khamis's body, but he was still breathing. Griffith briefly bandaged Khamis's wound to stop the bleeding, and then began to assess the situation.
This group of cultists were really brave enough to attack me in the daytime. What was their motive? Will he still take action against Elodie, Amber and the others? Or attack ordinary citizens?
Now that we have reached this stage, we must interrogate as soon as possible and launch a strike before they take more actions. You should be able to apply for a confessional agent from the resident mage.
However, the escaped attackers will soon spread the word back to their lair, and the remaining cultists will move to hide out.
I must find clues as soon as possible, how should I do it...
After a brief silence, Griffith suddenly covered his head and laughed: "Hahaha, hahahaha."
I was living such a comfortable life that I almost forgot who I was and where I came from. What a rare opportunity, and I happen to be a little bit technical...
Gris picked up the still bleeding Khamis and ran quickly towards the public security police post in the distance.
Two security policemen were stationed at nearby street entrances to maintain order among tourists. Griffith rushed there with Hamis on his shoulders, startling both security officers.
"I am a trainee knight of Count Larmore. Please notify the Church of Holy Grace and call for the city defense troops."
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The security police responded and left, leaving only Hamis and Griffith half-breathing.
"Where are your accomplices, their number, equipment, and configuration."
Before the injured Khamis could catch his breath, Griffith pinned him down on a bench and tied his hands and feet.
"What are you going to do?" Hamis was tied up on the bench, looking at the trainee knight in surprise, and said with difficulty as if he was struggling to survive, "Help me, I'm going to die, I'm seriously injured."
"Where are your accomplices, their number, equipment, and configuration."
"I am a believer in the Creator and I won't say anything."
Khamis vomited blood and looked seriously injured. Suddenly, his expression tightened.
In front of him, some strange and expectant expressions suddenly appeared on the face of the mighty, resolute and solemn trainee knight, who was looking at him up and down, as if he was about to invade at any time.
"What are you going to do?" Khamis, who was covered in blood, felt something was wrong and began to struggle.
The trainee knight in front of him did not scold or beat him severely, but looked at him with a disgusting expression as if he was seeing a long-lost lover.
This strange development and atmosphere were completely unexpected, and it was impossible to imagine what a fierce dismounted armored cavalry would think.
Griffith turned around and tinkered with something for a while, making a gurgling sound. He quickly returned to Hamis, looked at the injured cultist with a long-lost pleasure, and said slowly:
“Quiet, quiet, Khamis who believe in the Creator,
"This is the first time we meet, let me introduce you first.
"My name is Griffith. I am 18 years old. I was the second-level captain of the 502nd Cavalry Regiment of the Eastern Army. I am single. When I was in the East, I had to fight almost every week. Apart from fighting, marching and training, I had nothing to do. What kind of rest time? I don't smoke terazine, and I only drink wine briefly. But I have a small, let's call it a hobby. Whenever there is a new prisoner, I will let my colleagues leave for a while, and let them Before I come back, I have 20 minutes to ask some questions and get answers. I will never leave important things to trouble others. Everyone will answer me seriously, and the military police will not see anything wrong with me."
"You, what are you going to do, woo, woo..."
Griffith took out a soaked handkerchief, spread it on the face of Hamis who had not finished speaking, and began to pour water on it.
Hamis made a whining sound, struggled desperately, and his limbs twitched. After an unknown amount of time, Griffith took away the handkerchief and looked at Hamis, who was struggling and in pain on the edge of suffocation.
"You know? After leaving the East, people like me naturally gave up some small hobbies. Living with girls from respectable families is also a helpless thing. Such a life is very happy, but... There is also a lot of pressure and a lot of worries. Occasionally, I will think that if I can share some of my little hobbies with someone, it will definitely be very helpful to relieve stress."
Griffith put a handkerchief on Hamis's face again, poured a few glasses of water, then took off his pants, found a thin thread from somewhere, tied it tightly to Hamis, and flicked it hard. He rubbed it a few more times, then took away the handkerchief, took out a candle, and dangled it in an indescribable position that was beyond Hamis's sight.
"Stop...oooooo!"
Hamis screamed in horror, but suddenly one of his own socks was stuffed into his mouth. The flames began to burn and bite him.
"In order to deepen our understanding of each other, I would like to introduce you to some disciplinary activities that are not a big deal in the East. After all, we have just met,
"As time passes, I may become a little rusty, so please bear with me.
"My little hobby has many names. For example, the one just now is called Silent Water, and some are called Ten Fingers Connecting Hearts, Ants Climbing Trees, etc., but my favorite is to tie it with a string first, and then rub it twice. It will soon be filled with blood, then roast it over a low fire, and pour some ice water when it is golden and translucent. The male creature will be as excited as a lion, and then make two popping sounds.
"Pfft, just like this."
Griffith pouted his lips and made a puffing sound. Hamis's face had turned as red as pig liver, his nose and tears were flowing all over his mouth, and he was whining almost madly.
Griffith pulled out the sock from Hamis' mouth:
"I call this the Lion Continuous Bomb. It's a very vivid and good name. Since you are a believer in the Creator, you must be a very steadfast and believing warrior. Let's fast forward to the Lion Continuous Bomb, okay?"
"Depot No. 7, South Twelfth Street!" Harris yelled. "Keep that candle away from me!"
