The hot adamantine projectiles penetrated Vieri's flowing body. The surface of the liquid immediately rippled violently like it was boiling. Vieri let out a shrill scream, cut off the water jet like crazy, and rolled and crawled out.
The fine gold bullets wrapped with spell-breaking properties were frantically damaging his spiritual energy, and then spread the chaotic energy along the flow of the liquid. Vieri exploded into two pieces with a "bang" and his upper body flew out. His liquid shape could not be maintained and showed signs of collapse. There were even pieces of flesh and blood in the splash.
Vieri screamed louder than ever before. If he had maintained his human form, this shot would have made him pee and shit.
"I'll be back!" He broke into a large piece of water droplets the size of a mouse, squirming and escaping into the puddles down the hillside.
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Griffith retreated to a dry rock to take shelter and drank some life potion to recover. He was already shaky, and blood continued to flow from the wound, turning it into a pool of blood in a few seconds.
After swinging the blow just now, he had come into contact with a brand new power, but the loss of physical strength and blood made his mind begin to blur.
After all, he is only Sequence 8, and his body and spiritual energy cannot sustain long-term consumption.
The dangerous supernatural spellcaster wasn't far away. His wails and confused breath echoed in the puddles down the hillside, and he swore loudly that he would tear Griffith to pieces.
Even without the blessing of heavy rain, the ubiquitous water is still Vieri's ally. His figure was erratic, and the sharp water blade was hard to guard against.
Vieri's abilities are somewhere between an assassin and a mage. The water elemental form makes him difficult to be seriously injured, and he can heal quickly even if he is attacked. This elemental form is very similar to the ability that Griffith has heard Lordes once displayed. They use their own magic power to transform their physical form, and then exert combat power and vitality that the human body cannot possess.
As a fragile spellcaster, they have restrained physical attacks to the limit in their elemental form. Swords can penetrate them, war hammers can disintegrate them, but they can never damage the core. As long as the psychic energy is mobilized, they will heal quickly.
Griffith can rely on his newfound abilities to deal with him. However, Vieri's mobility is far superior to him. In the confrontation with each other, every attack of Griffith will also cause heavy trauma.
Although he didn't scream like Vieri, he was very aware of the seriousness of the injury and blood loss just now.
After a few minutes of fighting, Griffith's breastplate was completely unable to withstand the power of the water jet, and was damaged in many places by the sharp blade. He was covered in bruises, with holes stabbed on both sides of his abdomen. A mortal would have died long ago. Even if he was a melee-type Extraordinary with a strong physique, he would probably fall first in such a fight.
If, if there is a powerful weapon!
Griffith wants to use the power of Han Guang. With that blow just now, he had already touched the characteristics of a spell breaker and was transforming towards Sequence 7. However, even after completing his promotion, he was still one level behind his enemies, and his fists alone lacked the ability to cause continuous heavy damage to this powerful transcendent.
With this thought in mind, he touched the holy sword that did not belong to him.
The holy sword hummed, and it actually sensed his appeal. At this moment, Griffith realized that Hanguang was an unimaginably powerful sealed object.
A voice warned:
"Don't respond, don't respond."
The warning sound was fleeting.
The bright sword edge emits a heart-stopping aura. This holy sword actually led to several different high-ranking beings and was creating a bridge of communication for them.
There was an echo in Griffith's insensitive heart. What started as a soft whisper then turned into a strong and harsh call, with several voices speaking one after another.
Deep in the remote and mysterious spiritual world, there is a virtual realm that cannot be described in words.
The first being possesses a never-ending vitality, a cycle of decay and resurrection, evolution. He touched Griffith's consciousness kindly and lovingly. He did not use words to say more, but used sights, concepts, and ideas to penetrate into Griffith's heart, so gently and so gently.
He is a thread of life from the virtual realm, and has strong curiosity and interest in life forms. He showed a range of possibilities for the body to grow, change, improve, evolve, and even become immortal.
As long as Griffith integrates him into his own flesh and blood.
He awaited Griffith's reply as lovingly as a father awaits his doting child.
The second existence allowed Griffith to sense the aura of desolation and feel his hunger. This being did not want to waste time or words. He is a ghoul from the virtual realm, looking for someone to devour.
His request is not much, just a part of Griffith, and will not exceed what he can spend. In exchange, He will grant great power and teach the knowledge of desolation and hunger. He will shape desire into a weapon capable of defeating any enemy.
Just let Him have a good meal.
He seemed eager to get started.
The third being seemed to know the secrets of the mind. He entangled his thoughts with Griffith's mind, discussing and inducing him. He is the Lord of Creation from the Void Realm, who will give wealth, power, prestige...all the things mortals desire.
cost? It's a small thing, no more than a tip. He claims to only want to know what is best for mortals, and He will help mortals and guide their ambitions and dreams to come true.
As long as Griffith agrees to let Him enter his heart.
The fourth existence is hidden in an illusory dream. He is ethereal and confusing, making it impossible to discern his form. He claims to know all mystical knowledge and is willing to share it...if only you allow Him to enter your consciousness.
The price He charges is insignificant, a price so small that it is even imperceptible.
There was urgency in his tone.
Griffith wanted to reject them, but he was frightened out of his wits by these beings from the virtual realm. He didn't believe a word they said.
The price these beings demand is never that simple.
But Vieri will be back soon, and the transcendent figure seems to have some left in him. Griffith's front is dark, with defeat and death close at hand.
In fact, he had no choice. According to the current state, he does not have the support of adamantine bullets in the next round of battle, and his health is not enough to kill Vieri. He will die in a few minutes after the start of the battle. What can Galadia do?
He must take action, make a choice.
Just after these terrifying inducements, the will of Minos, the bone ring, emerged again:
"Griffith, Minos has been gaining resurgent energy from your battles. Now, the preparations are ready."
Griffith said, "If you have something to say, please tell me quickly. I don't have much time."
Minos said without any emotion:
"Please allow Minos to introduce you, the beacon and savior of time and space,
"Mr. Hermit from the spirit world.
"He is watching you, and has been watching you through Minos since long ago, and Mr. Hermit would like to invite you to join his party if you are willing."
Minos filled the air with an ethereal spiritual energy: "Minos has judged that you have met the qualifications. Minos is waiting for this day to come. Mr. Hermit and his guests welcome you to join the party, but they cannot Promise you anything.”
At the same time, Griffith learned about some mysterious rituals through the bone ring. As long as he spreads his spiritual energy and forms a thin six-pointed star barrier to cover himself, the bone ring can summon distant existences for him.
"What price do I have to pay?" Griffith asked.
"Mr. Hermit will not ask for any price for the time being, but I would like to remind you that you must pay a corresponding price for whatever you want at the party. That's all," Minos replied, "Do you want to respond to the four beings in the void, or do you want to fight with them? Contact Mr. Hermit?"
There is no good thing, so I can only choose the weakest one to see the situation... Griffith took one last look at the puddles under the hillside and made up his mind.
"Contact, Mr. Hermit." Griffith spread out his psychic energy to form a wall and wrap himself up. In just a moment, his body seemed to have traveled through a plane and entered a space he had never known before.
In the vast hall, which is as vast as the starry sky, several figures are sitting around a round table. At the top of the round table, on the huge throne, there was an indescribable being watching him.
A clear message lingered in my ears.
"Fear brings desire, desire demands power,
"Strength breaks through the shackles, and we will be free."
Griffith found that all his equipment was on his body, and the wounds he had just torn were still dripping with blood. Everything made him clearly realize that it was his body and not his consciousness that had moved.
What a powerful force this is. Even the most powerful demigods have to rely on expensive and cumbersome teleportation circles to achieve displacement. This hermit can actually do it so easily!
"The holder of the Lord of the Rings Minos," the mysterious being at the head of the round table said in a calm voice, "I am the Hermit, welcome to the party."
The figures around the round table noticed Griffith's arrival, and they all stood up and nodded to him. One of them, a handsome man with extraordinary temperament, said in a deep voice:
"Hello, Master Minos, Lord of the Ring. What shall we call you?"
Everyone around the round table is different. They were wrapped in fog, and their body shape and temperament could be seen, but their faces and clothes could not be seen clearly. There is a different power surging behind each person.
These powers take the form of scales, swords, wands, fire, stars, storms, and books.
There were even a few young women among them, looking at the wounds on Griffith's back with some surprise.
Griffith looked around silently and made no reply. His injuries were so severe that it was difficult to even speak. However, after arriving here, the injuries began to heal at an unprecedented speed.
The man introduced him politely and solemnly: "I am the Arbiter, the holder of the Lord of the Rings Rune, which implies contract and order. Starting from my right hand, in order -"
"Mr. Stargazer, who is in charge of Lord Du Yin, the Ring Lun of Destruction and Creation."
An elegant man nodded to Griffith. He has the pointed ears of an elf, and his temperament is cold and noble, but he has an indescribable sense of intimacy.
"The ring of valor that symbolizes courage and dedication is wielded by Lord Ruche, Mr. Blood Warrior."
The majestic and burly ring bearer stood up from his seat. He had a burly and majestic body like an orc, and beat his chest in greeting to Griffith. The latter immediately paid tribute with military salute.
"The ring bearer of the Lord of the Rings who inspires wisdom and imagination, Miss Magician."
A charming young woman stood up and lifted her skirt to Griffith, giving him a charming smile.
"The holder of Lord Brunhil, the Champion's Ring that accompanies glory and victory, Miss Feng Xiang."
The ring bearer was a young woman with a long ponytail who looked as heroic as a Valkyrie. She looked at Griffith with interest.
"This is the holder of Lord Edea, the Lord of the Rings that hints at secrets and discoveries, Miss Lover."
The mysterious lady has long hair that hangs down to her ankles, and her distant and ethereal temperament is somewhat gentle and intimate.
"The holder of Lord Zul'tira, the Lord of the Rings that hints at darkness and shadow, Miss Shadow Priest."
A tall and sexy woman with semi-pointed ears sat and waved to Griffith.
"The last one is the holder of Lord Amfinus, the Ring of Flame and Forging. He is a brave man who does not belong to this era."
The man under the flame illusion sat opposite Mr. Hermit, nodding proudly.
A brave man who does not belong to this era? What kind of statement is this? There is an indescribable feeling. I am overly self-aware and arrogant. I also feel that I am not understood and I feel unfortunate... I feel a bit naive. How can anyone introduce myself like this?
Injured and nervous, Griffith couldn't help but laugh inwardly.
The arbiter introduced all the guests present in turn: "As you can see, you and we are in the territory of the wise and noble Mr. Hermit. Mr. Hermit's party is held at 10pm on the first day of every month. Today is A special meeting convened at short notice. You have passed the selection of Lord Minos of the Lord of the Rings. You can express your ideas freely and exchange information and materials with us.
"May I ask how we should address you, Your Excellency?"
Griffith noticed something strange about himself. He turned around and found that the icy cyclone was turning into terrifying skeletons behind him.
Mr. Arbiter said again, "There is no need to tell us your real name and origin. That is a privilege that only belongs to Mr. Hermit."
That's it. Griffith carefully glanced at the towering being. He had the outline of a human being, looking at the participants around the round table like a majestic king and a loving elder.
Griffith was cautious and restrained, and said to those present:
"I am the holder of the Lord Minos, the Lord of Death and Resurrection. You can call me——
"Death knight."
