Changes occur suddenly.
The twisted mummy suddenly twitched. It jumped up like a stick insect, and its slender hands suddenly stabbed into the ankle of a nearby soldier like a spear.
"ah--!"
Screams echoed in the silent morning. The shrieking soldier's calves shriveled up quickly like a tomato that had been squeezed out of its juice.
Griffith rushed forward and slashed at the mummy's arm with his long sword. Before he could strike down with his sword, Amber arrived first and swept the corpse's left arm with his kick. The thin arm was broken off immediately.
Griffith's long sword struck the mummy's right arm, but it didn't break with a single cut. The huge shock bounced back, and his right hand was numb from the shock, as if a sword had been struck on a rock. Less than a centimeter had been cut in, but a gap was made in the blade.
One of the arms inserted into the soldier's ankle was severed, but the other hand grabbed the soldier's calf. The mummy jumped up like an insect, grabbed the soldier and jumped towards the corner.
The moment the mummy landed on the ground, a golden flash of light hit him. Amber swung the knife at the arm of the mummy, and the hard hand bones were immediately broken at the wrist, and pieces of dark brown flesh fell from the break.
The skin of the mummy, which has absorbed some flesh and blood, is changing from dead gray to a strange dark red. The dry body and limbs swelled slightly, and meridians, blood vessels and muscles appeared again. It used its legs and broken hands to support itself and crawled to the ground like a wild animal.
The shriveled, hairless head of the living corpse began to swell and squirm, and a mass of wrinkled tissue grew out of the back of the brain, or a brain without a skull covering it.
Although the arm had been cut off, the living corpse didn't care, as if the arm was just a useless decoration, and opened its mouth to bite Amber right in front of him.
"Click!"
The upper and lower jaws of the living corpse slammed together, shattering teeth and facial bones. A golden light penetrated the living corpse's jaw from bottom to top. Amidst the crackling sound of bones, the living corpse flew up.
Amber had already jumped to the living corpse's side. She raised her knee and hit the living corpse's lower back, and then slashed at the throat with her hand.
"Bang!"
The living corpse that had just sucked flesh and blood was crushed by the shining vibration, split into several pieces and fell to the ground. The sound of breaking and the sickening "pop" sound filled my ears.
Although Amber did not perform well on the Equinox, the combos at this moment were like flowing clouds and flowing water. Griffith thought about it in his mind and felt that if the two of them started fighting, he would probably not be able to defeat her.
"The trap just now activated this monster," Amber smoothed her flying blond hair, "but this guy is very weak, and it can't even be counted as a warm-up. Griffith, you are good in all aspects, but your attack power is insufficient. "
"boom!"
At the same time that the living corpse was destroyed, a violent roar came from the big house. Strong vibrations were sent along the floor and walls, as if the place would collapse at any time.
The vibration was accompanied by a wave of catharsis, and a surge of wanton magic energy was colliding. The garrison mages should be handed over to them.
Griffith and Amber left the study and searched for the location of the violent roar. They turned a corner and saw people wearing strange ecclesiastical uniforms rushing toward them. Griffith subconsciously swiped his shield and knocked him to the ground.
"Cultists?" Amber glanced at them, "Are they the same group from before?"
"Not sure, he is very weak, not an Extraordinary." Griffith quickly tied the hands and feet of the cultist and conducted a brief search.
This person, let's call him a human, is described as extremely withered, his eyes are lifeless, saliva is flowing from the corners of his mouth that cannot be closed, his skin is powdery gray, his abdomen is bulging, and traces of his ribs can be clearly seen on his extremely thin chest. , no better than the living corpse that just appeared, as if his vitality and vitality had been sacrificed to his gods.
He was almost naked, wearing only a religious uniform. The black coarse linen clothes were painted with blood on the upward stairs, a sphere that looked like the sun, and a bunch of twisted lines of unknown objects.
"I'll interrogate you later, let's go!"
Griffith knocked the cultist unconscious and threw him aside, and continued forward. Soon, they encountered another panicked cultist, who was also weak and had a red pattern painted on the black cloth uniform. The difference is that this person's painting skills are worse. The pattern of the sun is drawn like a square, and the strange threads are completely different.
They should be drawing patterns based on some vision that comes to mind. This means that the existence they believe in is probably really hidden and powerful, and is plotting something.
After passing through the layers of corridors and scattered rooms, the two quickly arrived at the main hall of the mansion. It is very spacious, with marble stairs connecting the first and second floors.
In the center of the hall stood a tall and burly figure, who was the cult apostle Griffith had encountered before. In front of him, Master Conix was holding a wand and had been forced to retreat to a corner of the hall. The apostle held a heavy hammer in his hand and waved it to make wind.
He was chasing the garrisoned mage. The terrifying attack threw up rubble on the ground and created a huge depression, which was as shocking as the stone bullets from a siege trebuchet falling to the ground.
"Don't come here!" Connix saw Griffith and the two walking through the passage and shouted to them hurriedly, "This weirdo is extremely powerful, and you will die in close combat."
As the resident mage spoke, he took out a jar of brown dust crystals and swayed them around, while touching a pendant on his chest with his wand.
Dark mud surged on the marble floor near him, and a swamp-like rotten and sinister atmosphere filled the air. Before Griffith and Amber could go up to help, the mud had spread to every corner of the hall, blocking the two of them back into the passage.
The apostle's feet immediately sank in, sinking deeper and deeper as if standing in a real swamp. The more his burly body struggled, the deeper it became stuck in the quagmire and unable to move.
Connix completed the generation of control effects immediately with preset accessories and dust crystals. He chanted quickly without stopping, and powerful magic power gathered on the wand. Even when facing monsters that had easily defeated Griffith, the ensign, and the sergeant major, he could still cope with it:
"You have tyrannical life and fierce power, but what the hell, after all, you are an insect that cannot touch the mystery of magic and the origin of the world.
"Inferior species that cannot win the favor of magic will be in vain no matter how hard they struggle.
“Recall the irresistible truth of the world with the burning embers of life——
"Tremble under the control and terror of magic!!"
The air made a sharp roar that almost shattered the eardrums. Along with the frightening pressure, Conix threw the wind blade at the apostle. The shrill and crazy wind pressure sliced through his thick neck like a sickle, and chopped off his head. The resolute and stiff head flew out, hit the wall, then bounced back, rolling around on the mud.
This terrifying man who had been pierced by several spears and still stood still did not even touch the clothes of the garrisoned mage. His burly and muscular body froze in place, like a collapsed city wall, slowly and unstoppably falling backwards.
"boom!"
Large amounts of mud splashed on the ground, and the mansion occupied by the cultists trembled, falling dust and rubble.
"Oh, if you were a spellbreaker with high resistance, I might still be a little wary." Connix's face flushed with mental exhaustion, "In the end, magic is the master of this world. "
He drank a bottle of vitality potion and shouted to Griffith and the others who were still blocked by a large area of silt, "Spread out and search here. They should be hiding some sealed artifact or ritual."
The lethality of the spell caster is so terrifying! Griffith didn't want to miss any detail in front of him and carefully examined the battlefield.
Although the professors at Homemon Watts are powerful, they are scholars who focus on research, and many of them have never even engaged in real fighting.
Connix's situation is different. As a Sequence 7, he serves as the garrison mage in an important area like Neopolis Island. As expected, he has his own tricks. When facing the apostles of the cult with overwhelming power and vitality, he relied on the jewelry with preset effects to first quickly cast a large-area movement control effect, restricting the apostles' movements and keeping their distance, and then used a quickly chanted magic spell to form an extremely large area. One highly lethal blow resolves the battle without any delay.
During the battle in the Mage Tower, Griffith's multiple armor-piercing spears could not knock down the enemy, but Conix easily did it with a magic spell.
What should I do if I face such an enemy alone? He will definitely restrict my movements, and then use long-range strikes to consume me repeatedly. Even with high-resistance HP, it was difficult for me to hold on until his mental energy was exhausted, and I couldn't even withstand the initial attack.
Griffith was lost in thought and ignored Amber's gentle reminder.
The quagmire at Connix's feet gradually dissipated, and the smooth marble floor was revealed again. It was impossible to imagine that a few seconds ago this was a swamp that people could fall into.
He held the wand and came to the severed head, looking at the cross section of the wound and the black blood spilled on the ground.
"Is this a human or a puppet?" Connix murmured, then looked up in the direction of Griffith, "Apprentice Knight, you'd better come..."
Before he finished speaking, his body was suddenly dragged to the ground, and his head hit the floor hard.
"Stop him!"
A familiar exclamation sounded in the ears of Connix, who was dizzy. He saw a headless black shadow riding on him, and fists falling like meteorites and wind pressure filled his entire field of vision.
"Bang!"
Amidst the loud roar, a layer of shield instantly shattered. The headless apostle pressed the resident mage's face with his huge palms, put his thumbs into his eye sockets, and pressed down with all his strength.
"Bang!"
Flying skull fragments, brain matter, and eyeballs with nerves splashed onto the faces of Amber and Griffith, who ran towards the stationed mage.
