The burly and weird body of Besarius in front of him looked more powerful and powerful than before, with bat wings on his back like a demon in the abyss. Griffith had only come across such ferocious images in horror albums and novels.
The only thing that didn't change was the red crystal embedded in his chest. The black magic lines generated by this unexpected object have spread to his whole body, and there are even signs of squirming and twisting like a living creature. The patterns outlined by the magic patterns even resemble eyes and faces, giving people an extremely weird feeling that this is Besarius's true form.
As he approached step by step, white bones drilled out of the bronze-like strong flesh and quickly condensed into blocks, forming a thick layer of bone armor outside his body.
This evil and powerful appearance made Griffith's heart beat. He glanced at the moving elf and found that she had not arrived at the scheduled location and had to delay for a while.
Judging from previous combat experience, Besarius, who abandoned the elf appearance, mainly focused on high-death and high-mobility melee combat, and had almost no means of spellcasting and long-range attacks. After being covered with thick bone armor, his defense must be greatly improved, but his speed must also be weakened accordingly.
This is an open area, and you actually gave up your wizard form to fight us in close combat. Hum, as long as Galadia launches an attack... Griffith thought for a moment and decided to say something first.
"Your Excellency Besarius, where do you start talking about heresy?" Griffith casually asked a concerned question.
"I have been imprisoned for ten thousand years, and the last memory I have about my free years is of a couple flirting with each other. What I hate the most is those lovers who chatted endlessly," Besarius actually answered him. , and the anger is indescribable. He pointed at Griffith's nose and yelled, "I'm going to burn you to death!"
Ah, this, could it be that he heard the conversation between me and Galadia... Griffith was speechless for a moment.
Besarius raised his right hand and chanted loudly. His arm was immediately wrapped in flames, forming a huge fireball.
"Fire configuration 6, gathering, throwing. Fire impact."
Besarius in this state can actually cast spells! Griffith was taken aback and immediately got into the bushes on the side, turning left and right and disappearing from sight.
"Maggot, you can't escape my grasp," Besarius strode forward. "I will pull out your bones one by one and make a drum together with the remaining skin."
As soon as the roaring words finished, the shock wave of the fireball hitting the ground surged over.
"boom!"
The explosion shook the entire forest. Large tracts of woods were burned to charcoal under the impact of the flames, and the explosive shock wave also lifted Griffith out as he desperately fled. There was smoke all over his body, and a bunch of his hair was singed. He hurriedly grabbed the dark blood cloak, rolled it on the spot, and disappeared from sight.
The fallen elf who suddenly lost his target became even more angry. While chasing, he loudly chanted the spell of range attack, preparing to attack the entire area.
At this moment, an extremely dangerous premonition suddenly locked him.
An arrow surrounded by light fell rapidly like a meteor, intercepting Besarius's path. The fallen elf was caught off guard and was hit by multiple arrows in the shoulder and back. An armor-piercing arrow even pierced the thick bone of his thigh and penetrated deeply into the muscle.
This arrow staggered all the charging monsters. Just as Besarius was about to roar, the second and third arrows had already nailed his arms and shoulder sockets.
Galadia's tall and elegant figure appeared on the ridge in the distance, and from the right front, she shot a series of arrows at the enemy exposed in the open space on the shore. With the blessing of extraordinary abilities, she can shoot extremely fast. Except for the first three arrows, every subsequent arrow is split into three in the air, two of which are realistic illusions. These illusions are as terrifying as a storm, which not only makes it more difficult for the enemy to dodge, but also allows her to more effectively correct the trajectory when shooting at moving targets.
The intensive shooting even formed a long whip, making a shrill whistling sound and tightly entangled Besarius.
Besarius, who was under continuous sniper fire, immediately realized the huge threat. His strong bone armor even began to have spider web-like cracks under the intensive shooting. If left unchecked, the sharp arrows would definitely penetrate deeper and cause greater trauma.
He raised his hand as if he was greeting an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, but he was chanting an evil spell.
"Be destroyed by the attack of meteors and fire showers!"
Galadia on the ridge immediately realized that she was shrouded in a cloud, and the sunny sky just now was obscured by the surging darkness. Above her head, a powerful force tore through the space, opening a huge gap in darkness. The gap was originally as dark as void, but suddenly a red fireball shot out from inside.
The huge meteorite was wrapped in flames, covering Galadia's position.
The summer wind blowing on the hills suddenly intensified, swirling around Miss Elf like a whirlpool. Her figure became lighter and more agile, even blurring like a reflection in ripples.
"Boom!" The overwhelming rain of meteorites roared and swept across the hills, carrying the power of crushing and burning everything.
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Under the protection of the extraordinary ability "Feng Xing", Galadia quickly passed through the rain of meteorites falling like a wall of fire to stay away from it. She even managed to shoot a few arrows during this wind-like movement, and resolutely fought back at the fallen elves at the foot of the hillside before hiding.
Besarius was struck in the forehead by an arrow, nearly blinding him. He roared and rushed towards the mountain.
"I'm going to tear you two shameless wild cats apart!"
As soon as he took a few steps, he felt a sinister chill, and Griffith and a terrifying mountain monster phantom appeared behind him. The would-be knight tore off his cloak and emerged from hiding, holding an ice-condensed throwing spear, and with the power of the mountain monster, he threw it at the fallen elves with all his strength.
This ice spear cut through the bones on Besarius's back, splashing out a large piece of broken bone, piercing deeply into the thick muscle and then shattering. Without hesitation, Griffith drew his "boning" dagger and approached, picking at the flesh and blood exposed in the gap.
"Wow!" Besarius screamed. Blood spewed out from the back where the dagger had cut it, and there was even severe frostbite.
His powerful body should have stopped the bleeding quickly, but under the power of the sealed object, he suffered tragic injuries that could not be healed.
The fallen elves turned around and struck in fury. His Jade Fire Blade first cut through a layer of ice shield, then hit the breastplate and tore a large gash, sending Griffith flying out.
Despite the barrier of ice armor and breastplate, Griffith was still suffocated by this blow. The internal organs and bones on the body were broken in many places.
What a powerful force! He can cast spells, so how can he be so powerful in close combat? Griffith felt as if he was hit by the wall of Beyeland, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
The magic green agate and citrine inlaid on the breastplate came into play. These gems were carefully selected treasures and had special effects of reconciliation and restoration, which could speed up the healing of his injuries.
Besarius, who succeeded in the attack, immediately responded with a fireball. However, when he raised his hand to cast a spell, the extreme cold began to bite his mind like a jackal, making it difficult for him to hit his center.
Griffith's "Ice Bite" was triggered in the attack just now. With the blessing of Ice Bite, in addition to causing frostbite and slowing down the enemy, his attacks also have a certain chance of traumatizing the target's mind with cold, causing the negative effect of being unable to cast spells or perform abilities for a short period of time.
This sudden negative effect disrupted Besarius' rhythm. His body felt a little jerky, and his eyes looking at Griffith were even more fearful.
He immediately switched to close combat pursuit. Just as he raised his war blade and prepared to pursue, a sharp arrow pierced his arm from behind. Galadia once again took up a vantage point and started sniping at him.
The powerful Besarius was caught in a dilemma. Although he was strong, he was caught between Griffith and Galadia. On the one hand, he was restrained by close combat and the negative effects of bleeding and frostbite. On the other hand, he was also subject to long-range sniping.
Besarius, who was attacked from both sides, thought for a moment and immediately abandoned the prey in front of him, turning around to pursue Galadia, who was more threatening. He even did not hesitate to expose his back and use his powerful body to hit Griffey. Si's attack.
However, as soon as he turned around, a overwhelming aura of majesty gathered behind him, which even made him subconsciously want to repent of his sins.
Griffith pulled out the gun, opened the hammer, put it into his silk waist bag, inserted a shining golden bullet into the barrel of the gun, and stood as straight as a birch tree. His posture was elegant and solemn, as if he was not engaging in a desperate fight with the enemy, but shooting criminals and villains.
He stood sideways, raised his flintlock, and lowered the muzzle in front of Besarius, who turned around hastily. The huge and terrifying enemy was turning around and attacking with a sword, and could chop him into two pieces at any time, but Griffith was indifferent to the danger of death in front of him, and executed the execution as tightly as precision cold metal.
This scene is like two armored knights sprinting face to face at high speed on a cliff flanked by a mountain wall and an abyss. The result will be that each other will be pierced by the other's sharp lance. However, when facing death, few people can implement the most ruthless strategy. They subconsciously want to dodge and retreat from the cold light of the lance, and the result is that the person who dodges falls into the abyss.
The war blade roared and slashed, and the deadly breath also flowed from the muzzle. The would-be knight holding the gun didn't even look at the sharp blade coming at him, he was bent on shooting the terrifying projectiles in the barrel into his own brain.
The majestic momentum that people dared not look up to was vented, and the phantom of death knells ringing one after another on the Sinking Tower appeared in the sky. Besarius stared at the black muzzle of the gun, his ferocious eyes filled with horror and fear, and even trembled, facing the fatal blow.
He flinched.
He was timid.
The victory is decided, coward! Griffith fully understood the power of Judgment and realized that this sealed object can only exert its true power if it is controlled by a warrior.
Galadia on the top of the mountain was attracted by the astonishing pressure below and couldn't help but stare at the two sides of the duel. She even had a vague hunch that Griffith had won.
Crush it!
Griffith pulled the trigger, and the muzzle erupted with fire, smoke, and an unstoppable barrage of adamantium pellets. The powerful mutant extraordinary person dodged in panic under his attack, and even the war blade surrounded by green fire was abandoned in horror.
"Bang!"
The loud noise echoed along the river bank, and the vast forest was frightened by the power of the gun and fell silent instantly.
When the white smoke cleared, Griffith stared ahead with a flintlock gun in hand. Besarius was half-kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands in fear, his demonic pupils and body trembling in panic.
Not far from his big ugly head, there was a small smoking hole on the hillside. The grass near the hole had withered and withered, and the shrubs were extremely dilapidated.
An extremely quiet silence.
Besarius touched his head in horror, waiting for the horrific injuries and severe pain to come. The flow of time seems to have been slowed down, and the process of waiting for fate to be judged is comparable to the torment of a frying pan. He saw the would-be knight arrogantly walking past him like a king, his cold and determined eyes even making him dare not look up.
Griffith came to the fallen elf unhurriedly, put away his musket, leaned down, dug out a deformed golden projectile deeply embedded in the soil from the grass, and gave the demonic enemy a cold look. , ran away...
What? what's the situation?
It took Besarius a moment to figure out what was happening.
Griffith missed! His momentum completely overwhelmed the opponent, and then he missed the target with a shot less than five meters away from the opponent!
He even checked the situation for a while, then pretended to be victorious and walked up to the enemy, dug out a fine gold bullet costing 200 silver francs each, and then ran away like a rabbit.
…
Angry flames billowed from the goat's horns, and its hooves trampled the earth with a deafening cracking sound. The furious Besarius crushed all the way and rushed towards the fleeing Griffith.
They walked through the forest, the trees and rivers were scorched by the angry flames, and the water was boiling.
Griffith jumped into the river, and Besarius threw a scorching ball of fire into the river, boiling the water.
Griffith ran up the trees on the river bank, and Besarius summoned meteorites to fall from the sky, razing the entire forest and shrubs to the ground.
The would-be knight turned into a bat to dodge, throwing down potions with slowing effects along the way, but Besarius completely turned a blind eye. As soon as he was exposed to sight, boulders and tree trunks would be thrown from behind.
At the beginning, Galadia could still support him with snipers nearby, but Besarius completely ignored the threat of the elves and was determined to kill Griffith first.
The hooves of the fallen elves were wrapped in flames, turning everything they touched into desolation and ashes. Under such circumstances, not even the plant trap spawned by Galadia's magic eye could trap him.
Like a rabbit being chased by a hound, Griffith was driven out of nowhere and fled through the forest in a panic.
Both sides spent the entire day in pursuit and escape. At dusk, Griffith finally saw an opportunity and turned into a bat again to distance himself. After several turns, he reunited with Galadia, temporarily leaving behind the furious Besarius.
