The horse on his crotch is really submissive. Griffith avoided the front mountain road and took a detour to the flank. The number of living corpses there is smaller and more scattered.
Even so, they are blocking the road down the mountain on this side, and anyone who wants to break through from here will be immediately surrounded.
The moment he appeared, a large group of living corpses rushed towards him from all sides.
Griffith observed the condition of the living corpse and then trotted along the foot of the mountain. The large group of dark-brown monsters instantly formed a straight line and rolled toward him like a tide.
"Yes, that's good."
Griffith tapped the reins lightly with his fingers, attached frost and cold air to the heavy armor, held a lance, and accelerated towards the swarming corpses.
Relying on the speed of his horse, he repeatedly pulled the angle of the corpse tide left and right until the zombies gathered into a group and crowded each other. Then he chose a weak direction and began to charge with all his strength.
The living corpses were almost pressing one upon another, howling like a wall. Griffith rode his horse and held his gun, heading towards the wave of corpses.
"boom!"
Amidst the broken ice and the sweeping cold air, the tide of corpses shattered into splashing foam as if they had hit a rock. The armored cavalry ran over their limbs, leaving scattered pieces of flesh and limbs everywhere they went.
After breaking through the zombie tide, Griffith immediately accelerated, leaving behind the chasing living corpses, and rushed towards the ritual direction where the psychic ripples gathered.
…
Thick smoke is drifting towards the location of the ritual and the evil green crystal. The 20 cultists led by Medicius and Reef also felt vaguely that something was wrong, but they were bound by their mission and could not leave this key position.
The living corpses have followed the queen and pressed forward. However, this place was also swept away by the corpse tide, and there was no other living person.
"Xili Li!"
In the dim and silent smoke, the collision of armor and the sound of horse hooves came from far to near, and the armored cavalry on horseback and holding guns slowly appeared.
There were clearly groups of living corpses blocking the way ahead, but he didn't know what method he used to appear in this place.
It was clearly at the last moment, but he still seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll.
The armored cavalryman held a bloody spear in his right hand. The breath of blood lingered on the head of the spear and steamed up, as if countless wronged souls were begging for mercy.
The colorful ribbons are flying in the wind on the raised lance, which is obviously extremely beautiful, but it makes people feel more cruel.
He wore silver plate armor with red stripes, sloping shoulder pads, gauntlets and greaves, and a cavalry buckler shining with light blue light hung on the left side of the saddle. In the pouch next to the saddle were three armor-piercing spears that shone with cold light.
The blood-colored gaze behind the visor is chilling. At first glance, it just looks ferocious and vicious, but after a few more glances, it turns out to be deep and strange, as if it's staring at you all the time like an abyss.
The cultists present almost all gasped. Although there is only one person and one horse in front of them, the pressure is as if it is a huge burden, which makes people want to scream and run away from the bottom of their hearts.
"It's him, that armored cavalryman. I told you to kill him first! The guardian from the oracle is here." Hidden Thorn said viciously, "Now we have no choice but to fight. We can only be trapped here. Fight on level ground."
Medicius found that his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and his palms were sticky with sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and issued the order: "Your Majesty Reef, please serve as the core of the defense.
“Angus, you’re on second, Ross on third, batter, switch to shield, fourth.
"Hidden Thorn, you lead the melee group, and I will command the long-range group. After the defense group has restrained this guardian, I give the order, and each group starts attacking.
"Everyone, get in position."
…
Seeing Griffith's actions, the cultists near the altar showed a trace of confusion and wavering, and people with different equipment slowly dispersed.
Twenty cultists of unknown origin are moving. They have a faint psychic ripple connection with the ritual crystal. Obviously they cannot leave the crystal very far and can only form a formation nearby.
Smoke lit from a distance by people in Tsuruura Town is filling the air and will soon cover nearby neighborhoods and ruins.
Griffith observed the movements of the armed crowd in front of the altar. Among them, 4 strong men holding shields lined up, facing the direction of Griffith. Behind them, there were six other people equipped with two-handed swords, sharp axes, or dual-wielding daggers, and they were weaving towards both sides.
Further behind are archers who are bending their bows and nocking arrows, and there are even three wizards and a spellcaster dressed as a warlock.
The psychic ripples of most of them are at the level of Sequence 9, their eyes are flashing with murderous intent, and their movements are quite vigorous. They guard evil rituals and believe in a Creator they have never heard of.
However, their abilities are varied, even summoning terrifying golems that attack the mage tower and kill the resident mage. These abilities must come from special items or blessings they hold. The Creator they believed in did differ.
"Forget it, it's not important. As long as you are still blocking my way and guarding this disgusting ritual, even the gods and Buddhas in the sky will break through it for you to see."
Griffith tapped his faceplate lightly, his blood-red eyes flashing like a will-o'-the-wisp in the wilderness, his lance raised high on his shoulders, but his movements were unhurried and slow, approaching step by step like a knight parading in a triumphal ceremony.
…
"Smoke? There are still people who have survived here. Use this method to interfere with our sight." Reef stood majestically on the front line, with the large shield in his hand already pierced into the ground. Just as he and his companions were preparing to attack, thick smoke had drifted over from a distance.
"The zombies certainly haven't cleared out the natives," one cultist yelled. "The wind is not in our favor now."
"It doesn't matter what direction the wind is," Anjiao shook his head and said, "If it were another wind direction, wouldn't they go to the other side to light the fire? We have to guard this ceremony and not move. We have been at a disadvantage from the beginning. Again. In addition, our scouts cannot clear the nearby area and cannot stop these small movements."
As soon as these words came out, someone in the nearby group already snorted coldly, and even retorted disdainfully on the spot:
"If Mr. Reef thinks that three or four people can go out and fight the aborigines and clear them out, you can try it yourself. We will be waving the flag and shouting from behind!"
Reef's face immediately changed color, and he glared at them fiercely, as if he was about to have an attack.
"Be careful, he's coming!" Phil shouted hurriedly, and then the two groups of people became quiet.
The armored cavalry had passed through the bursts of smoke and was running slowly towards the binding crystal in the center of the ceremony.
"It's a bit weird. He feels like a ghost to me, without any breath of life. Am I facing a death knight?" Medicius muttered to himself, frowning.
"How is it possible? Don't worry, sir, the Creator will not let us face the Death Knight," Medicius' confidant, the warrior known as the Fanatic, grinned, "We put so many people in front , we will definitely be able to block him, and the fatal blow will depend on you."
Medicius nodded slightly and said seriously: "Lord Reef, let's get started!"
Reef nodded, raised his shield and charged forward with a roar.
He ran extremely fast, rushing towards Griffith like a whirlwind, with a momentum that was no less than the impact of the cavalry. In the blink of an eye, he collided with the armored cavalry.
"Bang!"
Griffith was also hit hard. He drew his sword and slashed it towards the reef.
"Ha!" Hidden Reef raised his big shield, and his horse sword hit the shield with a loud noise, and the ears of everyone nearby were buzzing.
"Defense team, step forward!" Deputy Angus shouted, "Raise your shields and alternate defense and containment!"
The shield guards swarmed up and blocked Griffith's path. No matter how much he slashed left or right, he would not retreat even a step. They held maces and short swords in their hands, and as soon as they met, they greeted the horses and knights.
In the thick fog, armored cavalry and four shield guards were fighting in a melee, with heavy blows and collisions happening one after another.
"Melee group, move in!" Medicius ordered, "Ranged group, spread out and start attacking!"
Sixty-seven feathered arrows roared out, and some of them were nailed into the armor, making a muffled sound.
The shooter who hit the target was ecstatic, and the cultists holding daggers and swords around them also swarmed up, circled around Griffith's back, and stabbed at his back and horse legs.
A violently fluctuating magic power condensed in the air, and a rolling frost storm appeared on the front of Medicius' staff.
"Through him!"
Medicius didn't even need to read out the formation command before a sharp ice spike shot away. The wizard beside him had also thrown fireballs and poisons, hitting Griffith's body in the blink of an eye.
The tall armored cavalry was shaken all over by the beating, and the horse collapsed with a neigh.
Won!
The cultists who were still under siege did not dare to be careless, so they drew their swords and chopped off the armored cavalry's heads.
"Does this mean we win?" Anjiao wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Is there still mutation? Stage two?" a cultist asked uncertainly.
"Anyway, chop off his head first," said the reef, "Don't crowd around here, spread out and see what you're looking at!"
At this moment, the breathless armored cavalry suddenly seemed to melt, melting and rotting together with his horse.
Oops! Reef shouted and hurriedly looked towards the back of the team:
"Everyone turn around, he's behind us!"
…
The trot of the war horse has turned into a thunderous sprint!
After entering the cover of smoke, Griffith released the flesh puppet. He himself used the cover of smoke to detour towards the flanks, making a wide arc around the battlefield with blurred vision, leaving behind the cultists who served as shield guards and melee combatants.
In order to avoid the sound of horse hooves being noticed by the cultists, he kept trotting all the way. The melee at the rear and the excited shouts of the cultists completely covered up his whereabouts. Until he estimated the distance and took a position on the flanks of the wizards and shooters, and began to sprint, the cultists were still unaware.
When the flesh puppet finally couldn't hold on anymore and began to disintegrate, Griffith had accelerated unscrupulously, rushing towards the wizards and shooters.
