What a brave, crazy and hateful group of people!
Griffith raised his saber and saluted the corpses on the ground.
The spiritual energy fluctuations of the ritual disappeared completely as the last enemy fell, and the evil green crystal dissipated in the air in the blink of an eye like it was vaporized. If what Alandel said is true, the control of Elodie behind the scenes will be greatly weakened.
But it dragged on for too long, and even the cooldown time for the power of the mountain monster was almost up. Griffith struggled to stand up, using a saber full of gaps to support himself, picking up the extraordinary characteristics extracted from the cultists, and collecting some scattered weapons to equip himself.
After losing his war horse, he could only walk to Cang Yue Mountain.
"Mr. Knight!"
A small cry came from the dead ruins. Rebecca, a silver-haired foreign girl, grabbed a long wooden stick and stumbled over the corpse on the ground to run towards him.
Griffith's mouth twitched, and he endured the pain all over his body and asked, "Why didn't you take refuge?"
The silver-haired girl helped the already shaky trainee knight, put the crutch in his hand, and supported his arm: "I got separated from everyone, so I can only hide in a nearby attic and wait for the monster to leave."
"That's it!" Rebecca pointed at a vaguely visible tower in the distance.
"Yeah." Griffith was too tired to speak and just stared at her.
"Bang!"
There was a sudden impact on Griffith's waist. A sharp dagger stabbed at his waist pierced the ice armor, and then pierced his gauntlet. The little hand holding the dagger was locked tightly by him.
Rebecca was holding Griffith's arm tightly like a lover, but she was holding a sharp dagger in her hand. There was nothing strange about her pure and beautiful face, she still had a simple and sweet smile, slightly opened her small pale pink lips, and winked at him playfully.
However, her right hand holding the dagger was making a sound of bone cracking.
"You are so alert!"
Rebecca suddenly lifted up her skirt with her left hand, pulled out a dagger from her thigh and stabbed the trainee knight in the throat.
A burst of ice air spread quickly, and Rebecca jumped away like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Purple and black frostbite appeared on her wrists, arms and legs, apparently from the extreme cold.
"Okay, that's awesome, ouch!" Rebecca ran away. As she ran, she hurriedly took out a bottle of ointment from the pouch at her waist and started to apply it to her wounds.
Griffith pulled out the dagger inserted into his wrist, suddenly exerted force, and hit the fleeing Rebecca like a landslide. He raised his saber and struck.
"Ah!" The panicked silver-haired girl let out a scream, and was hit hard by a knife on her shoulder, smashing into the ruins. The effect of this knife was not good, and the missing blade failed to cause fatal injuries.
Griffith, who had completed the blow, did not pursue him and stayed where he was to recover from his exhausted body.
How can this classic sneak attack be useful? I have long thought that there is something wrong with you, but I am just not sure of your identity, position, and true purpose, and there is no evidence or clues.
When tested with the insight crystal earlier, although Rebecca had psychic ripples, they were not powerful. However, the threat she just brought to me was real. This shows that she, like those cultists, has the means to improve her own strength, which is probably the protection and blessing given by the Creator in whom they believe.
This god is so carefree that he would protect so many weak and low-level extraordinary beings.
Griffith thought intermittently. He was completely depleted and could no longer maintain the high level of concentration he had at the beginning of the battle, and his strength and speed were also much weakened.
There was another sound in the ruins not far away. Rebecca, who had just been knocked away, had already broken free. She looked at the trainee knight who was stranded in the same place, slowly patted the dust on her dress, and glanced at the knife wound on her shoulder. and bloodstains.
"Hiss, it hurts so much, it's terrible," the girl shivered in pain, but her tone was as if she was chatting with her friends, "So many people have died, and it's so dangerous to hit someone like this."
Griffith stared at the silver-haired girl closely and tried to think about the current situation: "Who are you? What organization are you? What's the point of doing these things!"
"Hey, why do you ask this?" Rebecca asked, tilting her head.
"Your appearance, temperament, and behavior can show that you are well-educated, or that most of you come from upper-class citizens who have no worries about food and clothing or even live a luxurious life. You can use extraordinary abilities or magic spells without the corruption and distortion that is common among cultists. "Your accomplices are incredibly brave. What promise did the Creator make to you?" Griffith endured the pain all over his body and asked.
"Are you curious about this?"
"Your power far exceeds that of ordinary Sequence 9. The Creator is so generous, can he also allow me the honor to become His disciple?" Griffith asked, "I also long for the power given by the gods."
"Ah la la~" Rebecca walked out of the ruins deftly. Just like when they first met, her steps were light and elegant, giving people a tall and charming beauty like dancing on tiptoes.
As she walked out of the ruins, a strange, indescribable feeling arose in Griffith's heart. It's as if the rules of the world have been distorted.
Rebecca was right in front of her, but she couldn't see clearly as if she was shrouded in fog.
She slowly lifted the hem of her skirt in front of Griffith, lifted it up to reveal her smooth white legs, and winked provocatively at the trainee knight.
"Bah!"
Rebecca tore open her long skirt with force, rolled it up around her waist, took out a gold coin from somewhere in her hand, and played with it: "Okay~ We delayed each other for a while, Mr. Knight, you should have saved up. After gaining some strength, prepare to smash my dog’s head with the frost spell just like that!
"I'm ready too~ Frozen's defense and control are really annoying, just let me disable them."
Griffith stared at the gold coin in the girl's hand. It was a form that had never been seen before.
The less exquisite craftsmanship punches out irregular circles, engraved with spheres and radial lines, with a ferocious skull in the center.
It seemed to be the currency of an alien race that worshiped death, but Griffith had never seen or heard of it.
"Okay? Then, let me show you," Rebecca said arrogantly, "the methods my seniors use to deal with monsters like you!"
The silver-haired girl who was just a few yards away suddenly turned into a shadow. Griffith's eyes couldn't keep up with the other party's movements, but he could feel her appearing on his back.
"Cang!" Griffith pulled out a short knife he had picked up and slashed at it. He missed the target but also avoided the dangerous blow. Rebecca's dagger slashed across his breastplate, sparks flashing out.
The silver-haired girl was like a series of shadows, faster than the cultist she encountered just now, spinning and cutting around him.
So fast! But it's no use! Griffith waved his hand and grabbed it. After hitting consecutive attacks, Rebecca's speed will inevitably be slowed down by the effect of the ice armor.
But I didn’t catch it!
Rebecca maintained high-speed maneuvers and almost always appeared at the edge of his sight. Griffith, who had never encountered such a style of play, could not even turn around and keep up with the opponent's speed.
After a confrontation, Griffith had seven or eight wounds on his body, but none of them hit the enemy's body.
Rebecca twirled like a dance to distance herself, retreated to a distance, panted, and looked at the trainee knight. Her series of blows hit Griffith multiple times, but her attacks and movements were not slowed down by the effect of the ice armor. There must be some strange force protecting her.
Griffith wiped the blood from his neck. The dagger just penetrated through the gap in the defense, causing a shallow wound. This strange power and fighting method made him extremely curious: "Miss Rebecca, you don't seem to be good at fighting."
"Ha! Why do you say that?" Rebecca yelled, "Didn't you see me pressing you down and beating you?"
Griffith slowed down and said, "Your attack speed and pace are indeed breathtaking, but you still can't control this power. The redundant movements and unsightly accuracy drag down your agility, and you can't control it." There is no ability to deal a fatal blow to me."
Rebecca blinked in surprise, as if she was thinking about something, and finally nodded vigorously: "That's what it is. It's really a headache to not be able to break through the defense. However, my next blow will penetrate you directly."
As soon as she finished speaking, Rebecca was already sprinting over like a gust of wind. Griffith completely gave up observing with his eyes and just protected his vitals to receive the blow.
There was a "dang" sound, and the dagger pierced his gauntlet and wrist, sinking deeply into his flesh.
The extreme cold spread immediately, and the cold air driven by the frost runes swept towards Rebecca and bit her. Even if she dodged the next blow, the cold air would make it difficult for her to move.
A cold light flashed, and Rebecca's other dagger had cut into Griffith's right hand, knocking his dagger to the ground before she was fatally attacked.
"It's over!" they both shouted at the same time.
Griffith pulled out the feather sword from his waist and stabbed Rebecca who was very close.
However, the silver-haired girl dodged once again, completely ignoring the attack of frost, stabbed a sword into the gap in the armor on Griffith's back, and then fled far away again.
what happened?
Why? Why is she immune to frost spells? Griffith immediately fell to his knees in a burst of pain. His breastplate had several wounds torn through the armor on his back, and he had been stabbed deeply just now.
The thick black clouds are disappearing, and the cold moonlight shines on the bloody earth. It was already evening.
Rebecca stood gracefully on top of the pile of corpses, filled with mysterious and alluring beauty under the silver moonlight.
"I can't understand it. I will announce the answer now."
The girl's silver bell-like voice gradually became dry and hoarse. The expression of the trainee knight in front of her was also filled with fear and shock.
Under the silver moon, the tall and sexy beauty with flowing hair has turned into a skeleton without flesh and blood. Only her torn skirt and unique stance could tell her identity.
Undead! Undead!
According to legend, fleshless monsters cannot feel warmth and cold, cannot distinguish between hunger and fullness, are tireless, turn a blind eye to pain, fear and charm, and do not lose blood.
Is her flesh and blood an illusion? No wonder Rebecca is immune to the effects of frost spells. Even if she is not completely immune to the freezing effect, she must be able to restrain Griffith's frost power to the extreme.
The speechless skeleton shook the dagger in her hand, still able to connect her with the girl just now.
After witnessing this horrific scene, Griffith stood up, turned around, and ran away...
"..."
Rebecca looked at the trainee knight who suddenly ran away like a rabbit, but she didn't react immediately. She stood in a daze for a while, and then she tried her best to chase him in the direction of his escape.
Don't run~ If you could talk, you would probably shout this! Griffith hurried among the ruins. The footsteps of skeletons were approaching.
After all, Griffith didn't run very fast, and it wouldn't take long for him to be caught up. He dove into an alley and ran away desperately.
The silver moon was once again shrouded by drifting clouds.
"I've got you!" Rebecca suddenly returned to her human form and shouted, slicing towards the back of Griffith's neck.
Between the gaps in the armor, the flesh of the neck can be vaguely seen. Rebecca suddenly slowed down, held down Griffith's shoulders, and slashed towards the key parts.
A large piece of flesh flew out.
The apprentice knight who had his neck cut off staggered and fell to his knees.
"This is how it feels to cut the back of the neck!" Rebecca put her foot on the trainee knight's shoulder, "It's really cool."
Suddenly, she felt a strange sense of crisis. But the enemy has been fatally wounded and is being trampled under his feet. What is the danger?
The silver-haired girl glanced around nervously. While he was looking around in panic, a tall figure suddenly appeared from the shadows and surrounded him with open arms.
"Ah!" Rebecca exclaimed and hurriedly jumped to the side. But it was too late. Griffith, who emerged from the dark blood cloak, had already grabbed her and pressed her hard against her chest.
The silver-haired girl struggled desperately. She turned around when she was pulled over, her hands were tightly bound, and she was facing Griffith and pressed firmly against the cold breastplate. The phantom of the huge mountain monster has emerged, roaring crazily and gathering its terrifying hands to provide blessings for Griffith's power.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Rebecca kicked and fought hard, but soon found that she had been firmly held down by great force, and her arms and slender waist cracked as if they were about to be broken. No matter how much you kick or hit, it will be in vain.
"Why, why can you use so much magic!" Rebecca shouted while struggling, but all she got in exchange was a tighter and tighter fatal hug.
"I want to be broken, I want to be broken..." The girl's breasts were squeezed by the huge force, and her pretty face was already red from the severe pain and lack of oxygen.
"It seems that you are only immune to certain magical effects. You still need to breathe and will still suffer." Griffith watched expressionlessly as the girl withered step by step in his arms. "It doesn't make much difference whether there is moonlight or not. right?"
"It shouldn't be, like this, just being caught, once," Rebecca began to foam at the corners of her mouth, her eyes bulged outwards, and her consciousness was blurred, "Mom..."
"Click!"
In the frightening sound of shattering, the girl's ribs and spine were broken, and the broken internal organs mixed with blood spurted out of her mouth.
Griffith threw Rebecca down, grabbed her head and turned it hard to ensure the death of the strange girl.
…
After a short period of time, Rebecca had begun to develop extraordinary characteristics. Her bones were broken, and her face was stained with blood and dirt.
Although she had strange abilities and extraordinary agility, she died in Griffith's hands after being caught only once. This is the natural restraint of Griffith, who is heavily armored and has strong vitality, against assassin-type enemies.
But who is she? Griffith reached out and grabbed the girl's body and threw it aside, ready to wait for the results of the official follow-up investigation. However, he could roughly predict that the mysterious creator would not leave any clues.
"Ding Dong!"
The shining gold coin fell to the ground. The skull on the gold coin was staring silently at Griffith with its empty eye sockets.
This is the only mysterious and otherworldly item left behind by the cultists.
