The beating lightning kept illuminating the dark cave, and every flash of light was accompanied by a burst of shrill screams and wails.
Pithacius ran wildly among the rocks. He was very fast, and the boots on his feet were also enchanted with special effects that increased his movement speed. Even when he was escaping, he was trailing a light green trail, like a comet streaking across the sky.
Even so, he still couldn't escape the lightning strike. Sonia's spell created a rotating thundercloud above the cave and continued to guide it, launching an attack every second at a location she felt was dangerous or suspicious.
She couldn't see the enemy's figure clearly, and couldn't even keep up with the enemy's movements with her eyes. Compared to the flashing assassin, she was as helpless as a little flower in the wind. But it didn't matter, Sonia didn't care at all. She just stood there, guiding the lightning strike with magic spells, looking for suspicious directions with vision and inspiration, and then struck the lightning over.
The first lightning strike cast a silver arc, pulling the hidden elf assassin out of the darkness. The fallen black elf screamed just as the lightning struck him. Even though the blow didn't hit him directly, it left large burns and a burning smell on his body.
He hurriedly escaped into the darkness, but a second lightning strike followed. A crystal shield exploded on Pisacius' body to deflect the lightning, but an accessory on his shoulder also flashed with rapid light. Flashes and then fades completely.
The third lightning strike was inevitable. No matter how fast Pithaius was, he could not avoid the lightning. The blow struck him accurately, causing a piece of enchanted leather armor to explode. The silver current bit into his body like bone-eating maggots, and even emitted violent black smoke.
The elf assassin, who had been maneuvering to dodge at high speed, fell to his knees on the spot. He was whipped with the lightning whip, his bronze face turned pale, and his legs became a little weak.
Under the pressure of lightning, the other fallen elf Sif did not even dare to show her face. Those ferocious and strange black rabbits tried to attack, but after being partially shattered by lightning, they gathered in the distance and became motionless.
"Surrender, Mr. Elf," Sonia said vigilantly, holding her wand tightly, "it's still not too late."
"Sonia, continue the attack!" Griffith, who was observing the situation from behind, shouted hurriedly and waved his hand to cover her with an ice shield.
Pisacius grinned at the shock. He ignored it, pulled out a dagger with his backhand and started chanting quickly. His figure instantly became illusory, disappearing from the place before the fourth lightning strike, as if evaporating from the world, completely hiding his breath and traces.
Invisible again? Sonia's eyes and inspiration hurriedly swept through the darkness, and at the same time scattered the ice crystals and wind and snow in the sky again. She saw nothing... the fallen elves disappeared out of thin air, without any trace of movement.
Pisasius suddenly appeared in the blind spot of sight, less than two meters behind Sonia, holding a dagger wrapped in blood and cutting towards Sonia. He walks in the gap between illusion and reality, has transcended the concept of hiding, and seems to have entered another world to avoid all detection methods.
The ice shield wrapped around Sonia shattered under the cutting of the bloody dagger. But one of her rings also shimmered. The frozen air surged outwards, condensing into a transparent and thick layer of ice the moment the sharp blade came close, wrapping her from all sides.
Pissasius struck with all his strength, making a tooth-itching friction sound, unable to make any progress on the ice. There was a violent shock on the handle of the dagger, almost causing the weapon to fall away.
The ice-blue ice barrier completely protected Sonia. She cannot move, speak, or cast spells, but is completely immune to the assassin's attacks.
Seeing that his prey was right in front of him but unable to hurt her at all, Pisacius, who finally got close, began to attack the ice in front of him anxiously and frantically.
The girl in the ice was indifferent to the fierce attacks, but her big, smart eyes that seemed to be able to speak were looking at the back of the elf assassin, her eyes full of expectation and confidence of winning.
A sharp ice gun was projected towards him, and Pisacius, who was busy attacking the ice, hurriedly dodged. He abandoned the enemy in front of him and turned around to fight the would-be knight who rushed towards him.
Griffith didn't expect the ice lance to hit the agile assassin. He rushed at full speed and crashed into the elf assassin.
Pithacius drew out his dagger and faced him with his dagger like a whirlwind. The two fought together on the ice and snow, refusing to give in to each other.
The Elf Assassin's sharp attacks far surpassed all the Assassin Beyonders Griffith had encountered before, and his sharp combos were as airtight as a rainstorm. His steps were like a dance, always spinning around Griffith at high speed. A series of attacks overwhelmed him like a storm.
The Elf Assassin's sharp dagger pierced Griffith's heavy armor, and was about to carve a wound between the flesh and bones. Suddenly, there was stiff resistance from the tip of his knife, and the dagger was stuck in the flesh and blood and could not be pulled out. A pair of big hands grasped the arm Pisacius stabbed tightly, locking him firmly.
Pithacius was shocked. When he looked up, he found that Griffith, who was suppressed by his own agility and speed, was radiating a fascinating edge - the look of a hunter looking at his prey.
He shouted in his heart that something was wrong, and he tried his best to break free, but he couldn't move even a little bit.
At the same time, a thundercloud gathered above their heads, preparing to throw down the conceived thunder. Sonia had escaped the protection of the ice barrier and pointed her wand at them.
The Elf Assassin shouted in horror: "Let go, you madman, this lightning strike will kill us all!"
The would-be knight shook his head, and even leaned into his ear with a smile and said:
“You, assassin, can’t;
"I can break the law!"
As soon as he finished speaking, lightning struck down, and the terrifying arc made both of them scream. The flickering light even lit up their eyes, and they hugged each other tightly and trembled violently.
The Bellomont ruins were like a sleeping giant. Suddenly, someone took a big drum and beat hard in his ears. The ancient ruins made a horrifying echo under the roar of silver thunder and lightning, and countless ghosts and monsters were frightened by this blow. They jumped out of their caves and fled.
Even a more distant and profound existence was awakened by this thunder.
This thunderbolt even penetrated the magic resistance of Griffith's vigorous blood. Sonia watched as her would-be knight crackled in the lightning, then fell to the ground and started to smoke...
However, Pisacius's situation was much more tragic. He was severely burned all over his body and fell to the ground motionless like a piece of coke.
The fallen elf puppet master Sarasa Sif was dumbfounded. She looked at the two twitching and smoking figures on the ground, and then looked at Sonia in the distance. She didn't even send the summons up.
Sonia covered her mouth guiltily. Fortunately, her would-be knight was not killed by a single blow. He was squirming, rubbing his blackened cheeks, and slowly stood up. He moved to one side, probably preparing to fight the remaining fallen elves.
Okay, good, um, he's fine! Sonia breathed a sigh of relief and turned to face the puppet master hidden in the darkness: "Miss Sif, I can detect your location. Please surrender, you are not our opponent. I promise to give you what you deserve. protection and treatment.
"Otherwise...we will use brutal means to deal with you!"
No one answered in the darkness. But not long after, the group of black rabbits took action again. They gathered like locusts, making a rustling sound. The fallen golem master has obviously made up his mind to fight with all his strength.
"Griffith, she is hiding behind those stone pillars."
Sonia marked the location of the enemy to her companions, and at the same time summoned a blizzard again to block these monsters with raging hail. The densely packed black rabbits were like a colony of ants rushing towards the flood, advancing forward without any regard for casualties. There were so many of them that even a blizzard could not completely kill them, and they were broken through from the edge bit by bit.
At this moment, the corpse of the huge rhinoceros that had just fallen suddenly started to move. It resurrected from death, shook its damaged head, then turned around and crashed into its former owner without hesitation.
The black rabbit responsible for covering immediately surrounded him. They jumped on the giant beast in flakes, corroding and dissolving its body into large broken holes. However, this giant dead beast didn't care about the damage. It pushed hard and rolled out of a path smeared with black liquid leading to the puppet master, and crashed into the stone pillar.
Sif hurriedly dodged out of hiding, avoiding the powerful and heavy impact. The rhino's body was torn apart by the monster and the collision, but its broken torso suddenly exploded from the inside out, and a human figure jumped out from the middle.
Griffith hid in the body of this giant beast and used this leap to jump in front of Sif. In the horrified gaze of the fallen elf, a shining silver gun appeared in his hand, and the black muzzle had locked her.
Griffith brought the fallen elves under the gun of condemnation. An invisible momentum like a tide is sweeping over.
Oops, he cut into my side! Sif suddenly reacted and turned around to run away, summoning her own creatures to block the attack. However, the murderous intent surging from the muzzle failed to leave her any opening.
The invisible pressure held her down, as if she was a sinner awaiting judgment, unable to resist.
The flow of time seems to be slowed down. In the dark, Sif even had time to reflect on her life, then fully repent and pray for forgiveness. That silver weapon is like the supreme judge, looking at the sinner at his feet without sorrow or joy, generously giving her the last peace, waiting for her to confess all her sins and depravity, and then giving it to her in the horror of despair The final sanction!
"No!"
The fallen elf screamed. Just like a person holding her breath in the water, the longer she persists on the eve of destruction, the closer her spirit is to collapse. In the end, she even began to pray that the last moment would come quickly and everything would be over soon.
Judgment heard her pleas and was satisfied with her fear and despair.
Silver light, flames and loud noises followed.
"Bah——!"
In the deafening roar, the sprayed adamantine projectiles shattered Sif's shoulder blades, tearing off her entire right arm and throwing her out.
However, this was not the end of the fallen elf's pain. Her spiritual energy was detonated by this blow, turning into a chaotic blade-like vortex roaring through her body.
The badly injured elf was crushed by astonishing fear like a wild dog with its backbone broken, and screamed loudly. Screams echoed through the cave.
In the blink of an eye, the Elf Puppet Master's body shook violently as if she had crawled into a carpet of mice. Some substance collided in her body and was about to burst out of her body.
The effect of this blow was far beyond Griffith's expectations. He knew that psychic chaos and collapse would cause severe pain and severe injuries, but he didn't expect that breaking his arm would cause such a weird chain reaction. Even Sonia, who was standing far away, was frightened.
Suddenly, the screams of the fallen elves stopped abruptly, and the strange distortions and deformations also shrank back. The whites of her eyes rolled out in frightening colors, her eyeballs bulged outward, and the entire province swelled.
"Bang!" Sif, the puppet master of Sequence 7, exploded like a bursting water bag, and black blood and minced meat were all over the floor. Her black rabbit also disappeared like an ebbing tide.
…
Griffith stepped over the black and yellow filth and white bones on the ground and came to the remains of the fallen elf. This shot obviously exceeded the power that Judgment should have, and something strange was detonated in Sif's body. This may be the factor that caused the tide of mutated beasts and the mutation of Kraitan.
A certain being or substance residing in her body could no longer survive after the host was severely injured, and the unbalanced force tore her apart.
The extraordinary characteristics separated by Salazar Sif are the extraordinary characteristics of the Collector Path Sequence 7 "Puppet Master". There is deep darkness entrenched on the surface of the characteristics, and it seems to have been severely contaminated and corrupted.
Griffith searched among the minced meat on the ground, hoping to find some fallen elves' items to provide information. In addition, these former Purifiers have good equipment, and it would be better if some could be captured.
Soon, he discovered a strange little statue among a piece of minced meat.
This is a hard and dark stone, exuding an ancient and heavy atmosphere. It may have been a creation of faith carved by a prehistoric civilization to worship their great gods.
Like all ancient sculptures, this figurine is a mixture of ancient beliefs and mortal fantasies. The tiny human brain cannot imagine those distant gods. Their existence is so astonishing that it transcends the limits of what some words, sculptures and paintings can express. The simple believers incorporated some of their own superficial knowledge and used human bodies and monsters as templates to shape their statues, but they were completely unaware of how false, ignorant and absurd this was.
The fallen Elf Purifier searched for this object in a corner of the ruins. Perhaps out of curiosity or to worship, he took it with him.
It depicts a monster, with a vague human outline, but with a head with many tentacles, a body like a gelatinous substance covered with scales, with giant claws, and a pair of twisted shapes that look like wings behind it... It has a bloated and fat body, curled up on a small base.
There is also a line of small words on the base of the statue, vaguely engraved in Elvish:
"Praise to the 'ruler of all'... ancient... sleeping in the eternal palace... waiting for you to sleep."
