Medicius, the leader of the cultist gang, waved his wand, and a ball of violent fluctuations of energy appeared twenty meters in front of him. The core of the energy is a white cyclone three meters above the ground. All the city defense troops near the cyclone are pulled and twisted by the invisible force, and are dragged bit by bit towards the center of the cyclone.
The cultist mages who followed behind him also began to chant, and they cooperated with each other to summon violent winds and rolling flames. Wherever it went, the resisters were broken like wheat harvested by the scythe.
A group of brave city defense troops, a mixed team of police and militiamen, were torn to pieces by the violent magical power in less than a minute. They were no match for the weird cultists.
Medicius glanced at the mess on the ground with disgust, and said to a cultist beside him: "Dean, confirm the queen's position again. Binx and Anton, start the final rituals."
Not far away from him, Hidden Reef, Hidden Thorn and other cultists were holding swords to inflict blows on the surviving rebels. Although there were only twenty of them, they had already eliminated several groups of armed forces and refugees in Hepu Town.
"Medicius, the infected bodies alone cannot attack the entrance," Phil observed the situation, "Another wave of infected bodies has been annihilated."
"It doesn't matter," the mysterious warlock Jorgen suddenly appeared. "As long as the queen arrives there, the aboriginal defenses will naturally collapse. We just need to maintain the ritual and let the queen listen to the call of the Creator."
"Dinner is about to be served," Reef patted his shield, "Let everyone prepare for battle. This is the last ritual. We must stick to it."
…
Hepu Town has been completely shrouded in tragedy and blood.
When Griffith withdrew to Cangyue Mountain, the defenders, including the young soldiers, had already retreated to the mountainside to resist the raging zombies. All the tourists on the mountain saw the terrifying monsters coming in like a tide, and watched the refugees who had nowhere to escape being torn apart. The scene was in chaos, and the efficiency of evacuation became extremely low.
The remaining Extraordinaries must immediately join in the blocking battle and cover the civilians' escape from the back mountains. There are more and more living corpses, and the defense line composed of the city defense army, young soldiers, militia and extraordinary people is in danger.
The situation is very bad. Elodie's figure has appeared in the distance, slowly but unstoppably approaching Cang Yue Mountain under the constraints of the cultists' rituals. More and more ordinary people who accidentally fell into the infection range were transformed into living corpses and gathered around her.
While returning to the memorial committee halfway up the mountain, Griffith heard a clear voice. Those around him were unaware, as if the voice was only whispering to him.
"Calm down, you have to calm down, Griffith."
It was a whisper of unparalleled clarity.
"It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal, Griffith."
"Who are you?"
"My name is 'Bloodthorn', which implies the sacred weapon of destruction and victory, the spear of blood and death thorns. I have been waiting for this day for a long time." The strange whisper had a calming magic, which made the anxious and nervous Gerry Faith gradually calmed down, "You will join me on the battlefield and make the world tremble with your unstoppable heroic appearance.
"You will be watched and protected by the stars, and you will become stronger than anyone else. Take me and go on a killing spree!
"Now, calm down and bring blood and sorrow in our own way."
The sound came from the deep inner chamber, and the sealed artifact kept by the Alandel family was finally activated.
It's a mess here. If it weren't for the corpse tide that would fall into chaos and stagnation every once in a while, Cangyue Mountain would have been overwhelmed by monsters.
Second Lieutenant Skoltz also came from Holy Grace Church and headed to the front line with a few local low-level Extraordinaries. After several consecutive shots, their trebuchets could no longer operate.
"We have to give up here, everyone," Alandel said. "The rituals of the cultists have been moved to the foot of the mountain. The zombie tide will move again soon. We must retreat to a higher place and stop them from crossing near the altar where Hanami sacrifices. Mountain top.”
Her presence and voice calmed the chaotic scene, and soon her attendants joined in the organizing work. The chaotic evacuation was once again in motion.
Miss Alandale came to Griffith and led him to a stable.
"Sir Griffith, we discovered that a ritual appearing under the mountain is providing mental interference. As long as it exists, Elodie will continue to be affected by the evil will. It will be extremely difficult to stop her.
"This ritual is powered by the spiritual energy of twenty cultists. Killing or dispersing the nearby cultists will stop its operation. During this period, others will try to block Elodie and the zombie tide, but they will not be able to hold on for too long. Long.
"Our strength is stretched thin, and our defense lines are retreating steadily. Apart from you, we can no longer mobilize more strength to destroy the cultists' rituals. Moreover, it is difficult for us to break through the obstruction of so many monsters and return to the vicinity of the ritual. Okay. The word is that an army of monsters is following Elodie, and there are few of them near the ceremony.”
"Got it," Griffith responded simply, "Horse, give me a horse."
Only by assaulting the ceremony at the foot of the mountain and destroying it can Elodie's actions be stopped. Otherwise, no matter how many layers of defense lines there are, they will eventually be overwhelmed before the extraordinary ones arrive.
The final time is coming.
Griffith suppressed his concern for Elodie and tried to cover up distracting thoughts.
Attendants from the big families in Hepu Town filed in. They carried brand new mail, breastplates, helmets, and waistcoats. Steward Salles also brought a majestic war horse.
This tall black horse is extremely majestic. Its powerful limbs and trunk make it obvious at a glance that it contains amazing endurance and explosive power. It stood there quietly, watching Griffith, indifferent to the commotion and screams not far away.
Griffith caressed the horse's neck and back, as if caressing a lover reunited after a long separation. Amber on the side suddenly felt a feeling of envy and unwillingness.
The war horse turned its head towards Griffith and snorted, and kicked its front hooves.
Griffith, who had always been highly nervous, worried and excited, calmed down and spoke in a calm and soothing tone, as if what he was about to do was just an insignificant thing.
"Armor."
The attendants immediately presented the equipment in their hands. Butler Sales opened his mouth to introduce him, but no words came out.
Griffith refused their help, put on the mail armor skillfully, buckled the gauntlets on himself slowly, tightened the belt and tied his arms, leaned over and put on the greaves and tightened them, and moved a little to make sure they were just right. . Just a few simple movements, the breath is calm and restrained, but it gives people an insurmountable weight like a mountain.
Amber was a little distracted for a moment. She has met powerful and wise wizards, met mysterious and unpredictable demon hunters, and has destroyed many chaotic and crazy monsters. However, the scene before her was something she had never seen before.
Griffith wore a breastplate over his mail, buckled the belts under his arms and waist, inserted his dagger and short sword into his leg pouches and inside his greaves, and hung a saber and a long sword on his waist.
Every move he makes is extremely focused, as if what he is about to do is a business, solemn and dignified; it is also some kind of art, flowing with cruel beauty, but it has nothing to do with the safety of the people he cares about.
In front of Amber and Alandale, Griffith personally put the vest on the horse, fixed the saddle, hung the gun bag and cavalry shield on both sides of the saddle, and got on the horse. The waiters around him were supposed to help, but they seemed to be possessed by some kind of momentum and didn't know what to do.
"Lance."
Griffith whispered. The waiters hurriedly fetched the willow box containing the terrifying sealed object and held it high beside the armored cavalry.
The moment the lid of the box was opened, the scattered murmurs and ominousness of the sealed objects lingered in the stable. Griffith turned a blind eye, took it, pulled away the black rope, and raised the gun to his shoulder.
Everyone present was amazed.
The strange and dangerous horse seemed to leap into his hand.
The blood thorns that were freed from their restraints were making a strange sound. This is the first time that everyone has seen such a beautiful weapon. The blade seems to be soaked by a cold spring, and the crystal purple color is intoxicating.
The waiters present even had the urge to snatch and take possession of such a beautiful weapon. Soon, this impulse turned into reality, making them ready to take action.
The sadness, solemnity and all distracting thoughts in Griffith's eyes disappeared like smoke, his breath and emotions all converged, and only the chill of chill swept towards him. The waiters who were just about to move had never experienced such momentum. They were suffocated and retreated with low eyebrows.
"Arandel, ask your people to light smoke near the altar, but don't take action. Can you do it?"
Griffith's tone was not harsh, but it carried an irresistible majesty. He was merging with the temperament of the sealed object, transforming into some kind of existence that the simple islanders had never known.
Amber had never seen such momentum before, and couldn't help but take a step back under the suppressed atmosphere.
"We still have some survivors at the foot of the mountain, and they can provide assistance. Is there anything else you need?" the incomparably beautiful Miss Alandel asked softly. The attendants around her had already stepped back to carry out the task without any instructions.
Griffith's tone was gentle and smooth, and he rode out without looking back, "You guys hold the line of defense, and I'll handle the ceremony."
Griffith is fully armed and is about to attack in his long-lost armored cavalry stance. It was clear that he was riding alone across the tide of corpses to attack twenty cultists, but it was as if he was just going to declare the enemy's inescapable doom.
"Your will is our action." Alandel responded softly, "Please wait a moment."
The bright and charming girl took off the ribbon from her waist and wrapped it around the blade. Her movements were elegant and charming, as if she were seeing off her lover on the battlefield.
"Although the Bloodthorn will drink blood to its heart's content, being prepared can prevent you from slipping."
