Griffith appeared from the wall holding a sword and shield, wearing an iron helmet and a blue and white sergeant's robe, his cold eyes sweeping across the crowd like a blade.
He rushed here after getting some information from Hamis's mouth, quietly approached with the blood bat storm and listened to their conversation, waiting for the arrival of other Beyonders and reinforcements.
It's indeed a bit strange. This group of people seems to come from a distant city-state. They believe in a creator they have never heard of. They are planning a huge conspiracy. They must be followers of a new evil god cult.
Crazy cultists are capable of anything. After hearing the news that they were preparing to evacuate, Griffith was determined to take action immediately.
Reinforcements led by Finland and Amber will arrive in a moment.
"He is alone, spread out!" Reef, holding a large shield, took the lead and rushed towards Griffith.
"Disperse and surround him!" Medicius led his men to move aside.
Griffith skillfully drew out another throwing spear and weighed it gently in his hand. The spear turned into cold light and shot away. It hit the shield in the middle of the reef and spattered sparks that were bounced away.
An extraordinary shield? Griffith discovered that the man in front of him was holding a heavy shield and was unharmed by his full blow. He immediately gave up the plan of slashing with his sword and rushed directly towards the diagonal side of the reef.
"boom!"
Griffith and Reef collided, and both of them took a few steps back at the same time. In the impact just now, Griffith found that his strength was not dominant and he was unable to grasp and control the opponent's impact.
At the same time, nearby attackers had swarmed up. The aura of killing emerged behind him, and the erratic assassins had revealed their sharp blades, and the whistling sounds were endless.
"Go ahead and surround them!" Griffith shouted.
Several cultists present were stunned for a moment, wondering how one person could surround more than twenty people.
There was an oppressive atmosphere in the air, as if a thunderbolt was aimed at this place.
"boom!"
Suddenly a big hole was smashed through the roof. A bolt of lightning knocked open the cultists' formation, trampling an attacker who was about to attack Griffith under his feet, making a horrifying sound of bone cracking, and the shattered organs, bone fragments and flesh bloomed like memorial fireworks.
In the dazzling flash, a girl was slowly rising from a half-kneeling posture. Her flying blond hair was surrounded by silver and blue lightning, and the crackling sound of tearing air could be heard.
"Amber Roselet, here in obedience to the summons," Amber arrived like a glorious divine choice. She stepped on the attacker who had merged with the floor, and turned her eyes to look at Griffith, "Do you need any prisoners? ?”
The noisy warehouse fell silent for a moment, and even Griffith did not expect that she would appear in such a way.
Is this sequence 8?
"Attack!" The Finnish sergeant major had already led the team to come from all directions. They rushed through the door and attacked the cultists.
A tall cultist struck Amber with an axe, but before the giant ax could be swung down, the ax blade had already been embedded into the nearby wall with a clang, and then there was a roar in his ears, and his head twisted back? Complete He saw his own back clearly.
The official force of Neopolis Island swarmed forward? The cultists who were shouting for attack just now fell into chaos and retreated in the blink of an eye.
"What kind of monster is this!?"
Medicius was shocked.
Forget about Griffith, the new Amber is not a strong person they can easily deal with. Now he can understand? Why was Hamis, the confidant sent by Master Traveler, defeated without even seriously injuring his opponent? His assistant was also killed immediately, and could not even last a round in the hands of local extraordinarys.
Maybe Medicius and the others can still kill or injure one or two official Beyonders present if they work together? But if they continue to fight, before they can achieve results, Medicius and the others will have to pay at least several lives. Most of them will include Mei. Dishus' own life.
"Creator, your loyal believers have been in crisis, please grant us your lofty protection!" Medicius tore a scroll with a face of pain, and the dense fog suddenly poured out, completely blocking the view of the scene. Arcs of electricity flashed through the dense fog, taking away the blurry figures.
…
Who are these people? Griffith adjusted his breathing slightly and looked at the corpse on the ground. In the short encounter, he and his allies killed five, but the others didn't even have the intention of rescuing them and used some kind of magical item to escape.
Judging from the effects and fluctuations in psychic energy, the item activated by the cultist named Medicius could teleport him and his accomplices a certain distance. The location of the impact point was difficult to pinpoint, completely escaping the encirclement of the city defense army.
"Amber, take some people to escort the body to the Mage Tower first? There are many secrets about this group of strange cultists. Please ask the stationed Mage to investigate?" Griffith looked at the warehouse where everyone had escaped, and he felt regretful. "The sergeant major and I led a squadron to conduct a search."
…
After several hours of searching and chasing, the city defense troops were not able to catch a single cultist. Griffith could only give up temporarily and go to the mage tower to join the resident mage. Investigations and interrogations against cultists often require the use of controlled substances such as confessional agents, and must be carried out back at the Mage Tower in Neopolis City. The police station in Heura Town cannot do this.
Despite the attacks, ordinary people were not greatly affected. Crowds of tourists and residents were walking in and out of the beautiful market, completely unaware of the fighting taking place on a remote street corner. Residents also hung red lanterns on their roofs and doorways, looking ready for the festival.
The patrol police and city defense troops in the town are stepping up patrols. The skyline is filled with an unsettling thick wall of clouds, and a heavy rain may be coming.
In the south of Hepu Town, near the coast, there is a beautiful double-story building. Not far from the tavern is the boundary between Tsuruura and Neopolis, not far from the city. A sign with the name of the bar hangs in front of the small building.
"cape."
Griffith suddenly remembered that he had not had dinner yet, shook the empty water bottle on his waist, looked at the guests sitting in the hotel, and walked to the door of the bar. As he got closer, he discovered that there was a line of small words on the sign next to the big words of the store name - "This store serves clear soup and water."
This is one of the seven, no, eight incredible things.
It's not far from the Mage Tower in the city. Griffith walked into the bar, found a secluded seat to sit down, and waved to the waiter.
Soon, a young girl came over. She was wearing a waiter's short skirt, and her steps were as light as a deer in the forest. She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with rare silver hair tied behind her head. She was a little jerky but had a pure smile and handed the trainee knight a glass of water: " What do you want?"
"A set meal," Griffith looked at it and looked into the girl's eyes, "What's your name? Where are you from?"
The silver-haired girl hesitated visibly. She looked at the sword leaning against the table and the armor on Griffith's body, hugged the tray to her chest, and whispered, "My name is Rebecca, and I come from the east."
"Well," Griffith looked at the girl's face, and his eyes slowly moved to her slender white hands, "Hello, Rebecca, I am Griffith Blanton, the second-level captain. What did you do before coming here? Where is your family?"
"No, I didn't do anything." Rebecca looked at the trainee knight nervously, then turned to look at the bar, as if asking for help.
The store manager noticed the situation here and hurriedly came over and bowed to Griffith, who was still sitting in the chair: "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Show me Miss Rebecca's entry permit and identity certificate," Griffith looked at the two of them with a smile and made a casual request, "Which city-state is she from?"
"Here," the store manager looked at Rebecca hesitantly and rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "Rebecca was new here yesterday. Her luggage was stolen by a thief. Our store will temporarily take her in for a few days."
"Okay," Griffith gave up his plan to eat something, stood up and glanced at the panicked silver-haired girl, "Miss Rebecca, please follow me to make a transcript."
The moment these words were spoken, Rebecca took half a step back and looked up at the fully armed armored cavalry. She looked out the window in fear, then at the back door of the bar, hugged the tray tightly and started to tremble.
"Miss Rebecca is not an illegal immigrant, sir," the store manager said nervously, "Customs management is very strict, and there has been no illegal immigration for many years."
"I know, I didn't say Miss Rebecca came here illegally," Griffith pointed to the front door of the bar with his left hand, and tapped the hilt of his sword with his right hand, "I will send her back after I finish asking. We will It’s in the Mage Tower, not far from here.”
The assassin caught yesterday is currently in the mage tower in the city. Criminals temporarily held there are examined and treated by doctors, and most survive to survive more severe interrogations.
There's something very special about these thugs who pop up in town. They seemed to have just become low-level Extraordinaries. Some of them had the ability of spell casters, while others were strong and agile. However, the Customs and Quarantine Bureau were unaware of them. This group of extraordinary people were not screened during entry and exit, as if they fell from the sky.
In addition, Griffith noticed that the common characteristics of this group of people were that they were well-nourished, had good looks, and did not have the inferior temperament of bandits and pirates. Several of them had a strong murderous intent and were very decisive in their attacks.
Such a group of people have a high standard of living, have received combat training and even actual combat tests, and have certain extraordinary abilities and even spell-casting abilities... Griffith immediately thought that they were probably cultists connected with Quark Thor. The island appears for trading purposes.
What puzzled him was that although this group was planning something big, most of the members did not have the necessary weapons and money, so they had to rob stores and expose their whereabouts. With their status, shouldn't they carefully hide themselves and then look for opportunities to do something big?
Rebecca followed the trainee knight towards the mage tower with a worried look on her face. From time to time, she quietly glanced at the terrifying dismounted armored cavalry, and then the expressions on her face changed between fear, anxiety and sadness. But the temperament she occasionally revealed reminded Griffith of Sonia, whose elegance, liveliness and loveliness flowed between her elegant and decent manners.
Could she be related to followers of black magic? Griffith thought. The possibility is very high. Spirit mediums are often used in black magic and evil god rituals to enhance the effects. The most effective ones are said to be pure noble girls. They may have psychic affinity because of family inheritance, or they may be very popular with evil gods for other reasons. They are very useful whether as catalysts for sacrifices or for other purposes.
