Amber swung a full blow at the apostle. The latter didn't even have time to withdraw his hand from the body of the stationed mage before he smashed it out like a cannonball.
This punch created a spiral trajectory in the air, and even the blood and dust splashed in the hall were swept away. The apostle cut through the wall and fell on his back across several rooms. His left shoulder and arm were crushed by heavy blows and turned into a ball of broken and twisted rotten flesh and broken bones.
"Griffith, stand back." Amber raised the gauntlet wrapped in light and hammered it on her chest, "I will fight with all my strength."
The headless apostle of the cult rose from the rubble, ignoring the mortal wounds that would surely kill him. He drooped his broken left arm and assumed an attack stance.
"Very good, although I don't know where you are a monster or a puppet of an evil god," Amber walked through the rubble of the ruins with sexy and vigorous steps, and the flame-like golden flash roared around her. His eyes became focused and determined, even a little excited.
"Let you see the power of the God of Thunder and Storm Chosen."
The strong wind stirred up sand and debris, which crackled on Griffith's armor. Amidst the roaring air waves and explosions, Amber turned into a continuous phantom, attacking the apostle head-on. At the moment when they were about to encounter him, he moved sideways to avoid the sweeping attack, and punched him in the flank.
The adamantine gauntlets tore open the apostle's abdominal muscles, breaking open the flesh and bones there, pouring golden power into them. The apostle was suffocated back by the blow and immediately responded with an elbow attack. Amber's agile steps had already taken a step forward and swept his right knee.
With a chilling sound of bone cracking, the apostle's knees broke and he knelt down. However, he paid no attention to the pain, and his burly body unleashed attacks everywhere like a rushing mudslide.
A fist powerful enough to strike a Sequence 7 Extraordinary with a fatal blow roared out, and the strength alone was already earth-shattering. He is like a human-shaped windmill. His intact legs, broken limbs, and even broken bones exposed to the air are terrifying weapons, and he spins and sweeps around without any scruples.
Amber raised his hand, held up the apostle's right arm in the gap between the sweeps, and punched him in the ribs. The invisible air flow was suffocated, and then burst out like an explosion.
Griffith wanted to help, but couldn't keep up with the two men's movements. Amber and the apostle fought together like thunder and lightning, breaking down walls and houses wherever they went, and no one could stop them.
The pillars and walls of the mansion were like gravel and quicksand, falling apart in pieces under the apostle's terrifying power. In just a few seconds of fighting, the two fought from the hall to the study, smashed the lounge and dining room with their weapons, and finally trampled the bathroom and greenhouse into pieces. The roar and arc caused the situation to change and the vegetation to retreat in fear. The entire building on the east side was already crumbling. Finally, it could no longer hold up and collapsed with a loud bang.
Amidst the dust all over the sky, the broken water pipe in the bathroom was spraying water jets into the sky. The beams and columns creaked and fell into pieces.
Amber jumped up and stood deftly on a broken wall. Her delicate cheeks were half smeared with blood. Her armor and body were covered with wounds made by splashing gravel. Although she avoided all fatal attacks, the aftermath of the apostle's terrifying power still wounded her.
Under the ruins of the wall, the headless apostle had his left arm broken, his right leg broken, his right rib disintegrated, and golden and silver arcs bitten and raged on his wounds. But he still half-knelt on the ground with an indifferent expression, and even dug out his own head from the rubble.
"An ordinary person would have died immediately."
Amber's curly and fluffy blond hair was flying in the wind. Her body was soaked in blood, but her eyes and aura were as hot as flames.
"Not bad, not bad!"
The blonde girl wiped away the blood between her eyebrows and shook it off, bowed her back slightly, and was ready to attack like a storm.
Griffith discovered that Amber's blue eyes had turned as red as blood, and a frightening fighting spirit surged like a giant wave. If Amber's usual image is that of a hot and cheerful southern girl? Now she has become a completely different creature.
She roared with an aura and fervor that even the orc warriors in the East could not compare to:
"Thunder and storm, this monster is worth fighting!"
The apostle suddenly tore off his left arm and threw it towards Amber who was swooping over.
"boom!"
A bright ball of light exploded, and the sudden shock wave blew both Amber and Griffith into the ruins. The city defense troops coming from all directions fell instantly.
…
Griffith crawled out from the rubble and found that there was not much left in the entire mansion, and the city defense troops and other Beyonders fell to the ground in pieces. The apostle, who had broken a leg, jumped on a horse and fled down the mountain.
"Amber!" Griffith dug out the girl who was half buried in the rubble. He was delighted to find that she was fine. "Let's go after him!"
"No, no," Amber shook her head as she was already crestfallen and out of breath, "I, I have to take a break. Go quickly, don't, don't have a head-on confrontation."
"Understood." Griffith found an undisturbed military horse from the outer cordon and jumped up, tracking the apostle in the direction of his escape.
He chased from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and was surprised to find that the winding mountain road was crowded with people everywhere.
They gathered here early in the morning, shouting and excited. From time to time, racing carriages would fly past them, roaring through extremely dangerous hairpin turns.
There was actually a racing competition going on this morning. That peaceful race. Wait a minute, the Hanami Festival starts tonight too!
Griffith yelled something bad and watched the apostle pass through the speeding racing carriage with his head between his legs. He himself did not have such courage, so he had no choice but to take a detour.
The two carriages at the front are indistinguishable. The carriage on the inside has already occupied a favorable position. As long as it passes the hairpin curve in front, it can enter the straight road to the finish line. Victory is in front of you.
The outer carriage has no intention of giving up. The driver controlled the carriage with exquisite skills. The metal wheels covered with expensive rubber were already pressed against the roadside gutter. They were drifting inward and were about to cut into the inner line.
I won! The rider cheered inwardly. Suddenly, he saw a burly figure appearing on horseback beside him. The figure had no head, but when it stood side by side with him, it raised its left hand and showed a head covered in blood.
His blood-red eyes stared at the driver with an unbelievable look on his face, and he said:
"You are speeding, please pay attention to traffic safety."
"Wow!" The rider was frightened and screamed, crashing into the roadside slope with the inside carriage.
The impact knocked the apostle off the track. With only one hand and one leg, he couldn't control the horse and rushed towards the cliff and the seaside, and then fell heavily on a raised platform.
"Wow!"
The spectators who were shouting for carnival dispersed in a hurry.
The apostle held his head and struggled to get up from the ground. Suddenly, a shrill sound erupted from behind him. A spear pierced his left leg, nearly breaking the joint.
Griffith threw all three spears without stopping. Although he still has room to shoot more, this will consume a lot of energy and even cause physical damage. In a one-on-one battle, three throwing spears are enough to kill or severely damage a Goblin monster, and even a mountain monster is enough.
However, the apostle seemed fine. To him, it seemed that other than joint damage, other penetrating injuries were no big deal. He held the spear pierced into his body and slowly pulled it out.
What material is this monster made of? ? The throwing gun was distorted and deformed due to the violent impact when it hit. Pulling it out from the body will cause more serious secondary trauma!
But the apostle in front of him seemed indifferent to the tearing wounds. He pulled out the curved spear and threw it aside, and then went to pull out the second one.
Griffith was stunned.
The flesh and blood were torn out in pieces and fell to the ground piece by piece. There was no sign of pain on the apostle's resolute face, and there was no sign of even rapid breathing.
This apostle was able to launch a fatal counterattack after suffering a fatal blow from Conix's spell, and then engaged in a high-speed battle with Amber that could kill me half to death with every punch. He was able to continue fighting after being caught up by me. Indifferent to the heavy damage caused by throwing guns...
Is he an undead or a puppet? Griffith moved slowly around the apostle to keep his distance, trying to find a good foothold for himself on the battlefield.
He knew that if he entered hand-to-hand combat with his own body, the apostle's overwhelming power would crush his bones immediately. However, as long as the apostle is willing to fight, there will still be a chance. If he doesn't fight, that's fine. As long as he isn't allowed to escape, the garrison at the port will come with heavy weapons sooner or later.
You, a monster, can't even carry a bed crossbow! This time I think someone can stop me from using artillery! Griffith's brain was running at high speed, and he was planning one vicious plot after another.
The monster with all its legs damaged gave up its escape, dragged the severed limbs, propped itself on the ground like a curly-haired baboon, and rolled towards Griffith. He was undoubtedly convinced that just one blow, just one blow, could kill this human being.
Griffith retreated to the edge of the cliff. Seeing the crazy apostle approaching, he suddenly turned around and jumped off the cliff. The apostle followed closely behind, falling like a meteorite.
"You've been fooled, puppet!" Griffith cheered in his heart, "This is my Griffith's tactical trap! You are still far behind to compete with me in terms of intelligence!"
Griffith launched the spell, but his target was not the apostles, but continued to inject extreme cold into the sea.
"thump!"
Griffith fell into the water first.
After he hit the water, the place where he hit the water immediately froze into extremely thick ice, and there were even densely packed upward spikes.
The sea has become a trap for hunting apostles. Many battles have clearly revealed that although the apostle has no fatal weaknesses and his strength is extremely terrifying, his defense power has not reached such an astonishing level.
"boom!"
The apostle hit it hard, making a tooth-itching and frightening impact and roar. The ice was shattered immediately and splashed out like fragments, even stabbing Griffith who had already hid underwater, but it also tore the apostle's body apart.
The powerful and terrifying headless monster fell to pieces like the excrement dropped by wild birds from the sky, and sank into the sea in pieces.
Got it done! Even if it was still alive at this time, its shattered body had lost the ability to fight and move, and could only be at my mercy. Damn monster, watch me pry out all your secrets and the color of your underwear!
Griffith rose to the surface and took a deep breath before preparing to dive to search for the other party's extraordinary characteristics.
"Level 5 psychic ripples detected, evacuate quickly!" Minos suddenly issued an urgent warning, "This life form has no extraordinary characteristics and source material, and the wreckage is extremely dangerous. Evacuate quickly."
What! ?
Griffith didn't have time to ask further, turned around and ran away desperately. Although the Bone Ring has many secrets, the cooperation between the two parties has always been good. He hadn't swum for long when an earth-shattering shock wave rolled him up, wrapped in huge waves, and threw him far away.
The apostle's wreckage exploded violently like a mage tower. The terrifying shock wave threw Griffith out of the water, who had not escaped far. The explosion was bloody and bloody, and his leather armor was completely damaged.
Griffith flew out like a rag doll, fainted with his half-broken chain mail hanging on, and sank to the bottom of the sea.
…
In a daze, he seemed to see a beautiful woman approaching. She was so beautiful and graceful that she simply had no place in the world. However, there was some strange feeling that made him feel scared from the bottom of his heart, without the slightest thought of blasphemy.
"who is it?"
Griffith gradually woke up from his coma. He had a feeling that his head was resting on the girl's beautiful legs. When he was about to open his eyes, his head hit the ground with a thud, and there was a splash of water in his ears.
Ah, where am I? Griffith rubbed his head and sat up. He found that his mail armor had also been lost, and his whole body was wet when he was fished out of the water. There was no part of his body that was not in pain and he was very weak.
"Are you okay? Mr. Apprentice Knight." Miss Alandel looked at him from the sea.
This mysterious and charming girl has her long hair loose, revealing her round and white shoulders, which undulate slightly in the sea, almost revealing her charming curves.
"You saved me?"
"Yes," Alandel said, "You choked on a lot of water just now and were seriously injured. I gave you some treatment and you should be fine now."
"Thank you, will you always stay by my side?"
"Yes, otherwise I will be very sad when you forget me when you wake up," Alandel looked at Griffith's cheeks turning red, and added, "Just kidding."
The blue water is very clear, but the waves and the reflection of the sea surface just cover the curves and secrets of Alandel. Her shoulders were bare, her smooth curves and fair skin looked like she was wearing nothing.
"This is where?"
"The southernmost point of Neopolis, a place called the End of the World," Alandel pointed to a black reef in the distance with her bare arm, "I happened to be swimming nearby."
"Did you take me to swim a long distance?" Griffith could roughly tell that the location where he fell into the water was on the east side of Tianya, and now it was to the west.
"I must be awesome."
"Miss Alandale, do you usually swim here? It's not safe here. There was a fight just now." Griffith said seriously. Normally speaking, it would be very dangerous for such a beautiful girl to be alone on a deserted beach. However, there was a vague feeling, even something indescribable that made him feel that this was not the case.
"It's not dangerous," Alandel shook her head, "My minions are all around here, I'm safe."
Why didn't I see a single minion? Griffith laughed: "How should I go back? Can you arrange for one or two minions to escort me?"
"Come with me!" Alandel smiled lightly, "There is no road leading to land here. We can only swim back. We can have breakfast together."
"I'm in a hurry and must report the battle situation to my superiors as soon as possible."
"Then you need to have breakfast too! I'll let someone tell you. Come on, I'll take you back to swim." Alandel stretched out her hand to Griffith on the reef.
The beautiful girl swam towards Griffith, graceful and sexy, more graceful than any woman he had ever seen swimming.
Griffith couldn't help but cast his eyes towards the blue water, wanting to see the beautiful scenery in the world.
Before he could see anything clearly. Maybe it was because the battle consumed too much energy, maybe the rocks were slippery, or maybe the center of gravity was unstable. Griffith fell into the water with a plop.
"Grrrrrr!"
Griffith emerged bubbling and struggling to the surface. Alandel came up from behind, her slender hands resting on her broad shoulders, and her singing-like smile made his mind fly into the distance.
The girl pushed him from behind, laughing softly next to the clumsy trainee knight.
"You can't look back!"
"Of course."
Griffith felt that his body was very light, and the warm sea water enveloped him, like a gentle dream. His mood also relaxed and his thoughts became clearer.
However, he soon had a feeling. I am surrounded by something.
Under the azure sea, there seemed to be something swimming and wandering that he had never seen before.
The surroundings were extremely quiet, and Alandel made almost no sound. This silence magnified Griffith's fear and inspiration, as if he were swimming through a bottomless abyss, and there was something beyond his common sense and imagination just below his sight and the surface of the sea.
"Arandel, are you there?"
Griffith felt his teeth chattering slightly. Although the sea water was comfortable and warm, the fear of the unknown and the inexplicable chill had enveloped him.
"What's wrong?" The girl leaned over gently and said softly in his ear, "Did you see anything?"
No, I didn't see anything.
Griffith saw nothing.
However, there seems to be some kind of shadow underneath the waves, keeping the same elegant rhythm as the stunningly beautiful Alandel. This elegance has a suffocating and oppressive feeling that people cannot look directly at. It is like an illusion, but it is also extremely real.
Even though he could see her true face by just glancing at the sea water behind him, he didn't have the thought or courage to do so.
"We're here!"
Alandel patted Griffith on the shoulder and pushed him to the shore. The girl's clothes were also placed on the rocks on the shore.
