Sonia, who was holding the investigation record, was silent. The information is astonishing to the point of verging on gibberish.
Galadia rubbed her long hair, trying to wake up from her ridiculous dream. She tried hard to resist the urge to pinch her face, and asked hesitantly: "Could it be that our principal is already a monster..."
The chances of Tiberion being killed are slim. First of all, it is impossible for the monster to disguise himself as the world-famous Principal Homemon Watts for many years without being discovered; secondly, if Tiberion is fake, then what kind of existence is the mysterious senior sister on Silver Moon Tower? Most likely the youth story of the author of Salorian Court does not look like a forgery...
Griffith spoke his mind. There may be more or less problems with the sanity of the two supreme wizards, but how can a strong man in the mysterious world not have any problems with his sanity?
After a brief discussion, everyone unanimously decided to meet up with their companions first. Sonia took out the echo map and started looking for the locations of Fiona and Lana. Red and black ink began to spread driven by her magic power.
"The last time I checked, Fiona and Lana were wandering in the northeast corner. They shouldn't have moved very far during this period. Ah, this is..."
On the map, two pairs of red footprints are moving rapidly. Confused and frightened, as if some terrible fear were pursuing them. However, the strange thing is that there is no pursuit behind them.
What's even more surprising is that this set of footprints is approaching directly towards the three people's current position.
Before Griffith and the others were ready to fight, footsteps sounded from the darkness. Lana and Fiona appeared in panic.
"Fiona, come here quickly!" Sonia shouted hurriedly. However, Griffith stepped in front of her and shouted to the two running people:
"Who is second among Ophelia, Kurala, Mira and Nona?"
Rana, who was running towards them, shouted: "Kulala, Mira and Nona are in no particular order!"
"Very good, one of our own." Griffith nodded seriously and let Lana's group come to him.
"Can you, no, uh, confirm their identities?" Fiona asked her Shutoral breathlessly.
"It has been confirmed. Only true comrades would ask the question just now," Lana replied calmly, putting his sword on the ground in front of him, "There is a terrible enemy chasing us, and his figure is erratic. It appears like a shadow in the dark, launching strange attacks on us with words, and its ability is so weird that it is difficult to understand."
Galadia asked everyone to take turns to cover and be alert to the nearby situation: "It may be the Purifier Captain Besarius. He is an extraordinary wizard and an experienced warrior. If he also becomes a believer of the evil god, it will be really dangerous. "
"Is it that extraordinary wizard?" Fiona asked, "What he did just now was more like teasing us than an attack. A casual sentence can activate a spell-like effect, completely eliminating the need for chanting. process."
In the silence, everyone was nervously alert to the vicinity. They gasped slightly, not daring to let go of the slightest movement. The terrain here is not open, and fierce battles will occur once the enemy appears.
The knocked down Anna Sui was lying on the ground. She was motionless, no one cared about her, only her slight breathing was left.
In the tense silence, a deep voice sounded.
"I have been imprisoned for ten thousand years, suffering in the darkest night, waiting for the dawn. Now you dare to break into my territory, you are asking for your own death."
The petals gathered into a human shape in the strong wind, and the slender and elegant figure appeared in front of everyone.
"My name is Besarius Abrodi, the guardian of the ruins of Bellomon, the one of love and peace..."
He is an extremely beautiful male elf. As a spellcaster, he wears rare and ferocious black armor, and has an excellent diamond-shaped shield on his left hand. He walked slowly towards everyone, his long flowing black hair flying in the breeze, a dim light accompanying his footsteps, and the tense air was filled with a faint fragrance. Elegance and strength seemed to blend perfectly in him.
There was no wand in his hand, but a delicate red rose.
Griffith shouted:
"Attack, don't give him time to chant!"
Galadia was the first to fire a dazzling blow. Griffith threw the ice spear with lightning speed, and Lana also threw the throwing knife quickly. Immediately afterwards, two Shutoral surrounded him on the left and right.
The supernatural elven wizard smiled and raised the rose with his right hand. The falling petals formed three crystal shields, which neutralized the three people's long-range attacks before Sonia and Fiona could react.
"Is this all you can do, mortals? Is this the limit of your power?" Besarius raised his left hand and threw up three flashing crystals, "Feel the anger I have accumulated for ten thousand years!"
"Young people, no violence!" The crystal fell back into his hand following the words of the extraordinary elf, and it turned out to be three six-sided dice. He glanced at the dice and said: "5, 4, 2, the judgment is successful."
At this moment, black thorns emerged like smoke, binding Sonia and Fiona who were chanting magic spells. Lana, who was running fast, also ran into the thorny jungle and was trapped in the blink of an eye.
Crowd control ability without chanting? These three dice are sealed objects!
Griffith did not dare to delay, raised his vanguard shield and rushed towards the extraordinary wizard.
Besarius glanced at him, and the petals fell as he waved the rose, turning into cold light as sharp as a blade and flying up and down. The petals collided with Griffith's streamer shield, instantly shattering his shield, but were immediately blocked by the shield of the Silver Oak Leaf Knight's Eagle Banner.
"Fear spell!"
Griffith activated his fear bracers at close range and cast high-level fear spells on the extraordinary elves. Evil spiritual energy condenses into a cyclone, rolling up maddening power.
Besarius was stunned by this power for less than half a second, and his breastplate flashed with light, dispelling the lingering spiritual energy. Immediately afterwards, he avoided the fierce attack of the shield with ease, his movements were as fast as lightning, and he threw the would-be knight out with a slight lift of his right hand: "Unfortunately, you missed the good opportunity to flank me."
Galadia's magnificent red magic eyes are flashing, forming powerful psychic ripples. The black thorns that bind everyone are withering at an alarming rate.
Teammates were out of trouble in the blink of an eye.
"Oh," Besarius glanced here in surprise, "my thorn cage is not a magical effect, why was it dispelled by you? It seems that you have the power to affect life?"
As he spoke, he threw away the dice in his hand: "I am an invincible melee mage!"
The dice fell in his hand, and the numbers on the upward side were 6, 5, 5.
The five-man team has launched another attack. Sonia whipped up a strong wind and froze the extraordinary wizard's feet with the ground. Fiona shed a golden light. Griffith and Lana who rushed to the front immediately felt the power surging in their bodies. They feel that their minds are extremely clear, and they can even detect the most smiling movements of their enemies, and they vaguely feel that they will be lucky.
Griffith held his shield and charged head-on. Rana swung his horse sword and struck down with lightning speed, and the sword struck at the extraordinary elf accurately.
Under this flanking attack, Besarius had almost no room to dodge, and his feet had been frozen. But when he raised his right hand, the rose in his hand disappeared, replaced by a double-edged sword that flashed green.
This is a unique weapon of the elves. It is a war blade twisted from two scimitars. It is fast and powerful. Just one swing can set off a strong wind that tears apart steel.
Besarius swung his sword and directly knocked away Griffith who was standing in front of him. The blade directly tore through the alloy vanguard shield, leaving deep cracks and nearly cutting off his arm.
Lana followed the gap created by Griffith and swung his sword towards Besarius. The sword, which was as tall as an adult man, struck the left shield raised by Besarius. Magma-like fire surged from the shield, and a ball of fiery red light easily deflected the sword.
Galadia, who was hiding behind Rana, stepped out sideways at the same time and opened her strong bow towards the enemy. The arrow wrapped in the cyclone penetrated the gap in Besarius's black armor, as if it were pierced on a rock, without any sign of penetration.
Griffith, Lana and Galadia performed a three-person attack. The first person holding the shield blocks the enemy's vision and diverts attacks, while the second and third people use different heavy weapons to chop at vital points or shoot with bows and arrows. Without defense, even a physically powerful creature like a mountain monster can be severely injured in an instant.
In addition, the weapons in their hands are sharp and heavy, and even if they are wearing heavy armor, it is impossible to block a full blow.
But Besarius blocked it. With that weird black armor, he was hit hard but unscathed, and even swung his sword towards Lana. A big gap was made in the horse-killing sword. Just the force of the battle ax hitting the weapon and the strong wind sent Lana flying away, smashing a stalactite pillar and falling into the rubble.
"this?"
Griffith hurriedly distanced himself and turned to look at Galadia. The latter also looked at him inexplicably.
"Wait a minute!" the would-be knight shouted, "Aren't you a spellcaster?"
His question went unanswered, and the elegant figure of Besarius, who had just repelled the combined attack, was showing an astonishing twist. There were insect-like objects crawling under the fair cheeks and skin, tearing apart flesh and armor.
The extraordinary elf wizard let out a deep laugh, his face gradually distorted, and suddenly exploded like a volcano.
The fire, waves and smoke knocked all the investigation team to the ground. In the choking smoke and dust, everyone present found a giant more than three meters tall standing in front of them.
Besarius's black heavy armor has been torn apart, and the broken parts are flowing with fiery red magma, wrapped like blood vessels. A deep red gap suddenly opened in the center of the breastplate, and it seemed as if something was squirming inside. He held a war blade lingering with green light, and his burly body was shrouded in black mist, red magma and high temperature.
Although the mutated Besarius was huge, his movements were not slow and he rushed towards Sonia in the back row. Griffith immediately cut into his path and put up a wall of ice to block him.
The three-meter-tall giant smashed through the ice like a swamp bull. The roaring impact grazed Griffith and blew him away like a paper man. Lana jumped up and used his horse sword to block the attack. The blade of the sword broke into two pieces the moment it collided with the war blade, and flew out with a loud noise.
Sonia, who was still chanting, immediately gave up the spell, and her ring shone again, condensing a transparent and thick layer of ice around her.
"Bang!"
The war blade made a deafening sound on the ice barrier, and alarming cracks immediately appeared in the frost barrier.
Suddenly, the gap in Besarius' black breastplate trembled. His right arm was twisted to the right, and the sword was drawn out.
A dazzling silver light struck the war blade and changed its direction, rising straight up to the dome like an aurora. Besarius withdrew the impact and stopped in place, taking a cautious posture.
He was shrouded in a distant and mysterious aura, and slowly came towards the crowd. Every step was extremely powerful, as unstoppable as rolling lava. The gap in the breastplate suddenly opened, and at the core was a buzzing red crystal, which cast a strange aura like a giant eyeball.
The five-person team retreated together under this red light that was like a line of sight, and together they distanced themselves from the extraordinary elves and reorganized their formation.
"You said he is a Sequence 6?" Griffith's forehead was filled with beads of sweat. "Why do I think he is already a mythical creature?"
The brief confrontation had already destroyed his Vanguard Shield and Rana's Horse-Zanbing Sword. Although no one has been injured so far, the enemy, as a spellcaster, is fighting five against one in a melee stance, and even maintains suppression. In addition, Besarius is obviously targeting the more vulnerable Sonya as his primary target, and casualties may occur at any time.
"He holds a sealed object that can change the rules to some extent, or he is inducing us through powerful hints," Galadia looked at the monster in front of her, "No matter what the situation, this narrow space is Under the influence of his sealed artifact, we must find open terrain to fight him.
"You evacuate here quickly, I will contain him, and Griffith will keep a distance to meet me."
"How can you fight against such..." Sonia was halfway through shouting when she was blocked by a breath she had never experienced before.
Galadia's crimson magic eyes are blooming with gem-like brilliance, and her past bold and agile temperament is converging: "Besarius's power has increased astonishingly, and you, who are also power-types, are not suppressed by your attributes. Has no effect.
"I will carry out high-speed maneuvers in the next battle. Your presence at a slower pace will only increase the targets for his attacks."
Griffith once again recalled the pure and majestic atmosphere in the Whispering Forest. The familiar companion seemed to be the incarnation of morning light and starlight, the air, light and dust obeying her will in obedience.
A faint smile appeared on her proud cheek:
"Let you see the power of dual-character extraordinary people."
