Before he could scream, a meteorite-like fist hit him head-on, breaking the water. Vieri raised his other arm to resist, but the heavy punch broke the water, and the blue liquid body was beaten to bursts.
The liquid form disappeared under the annihilation power of Po Jun, and the body and face of the Vieri elf were exposed.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful force dragged him back as he tried to escape, and he was punched again amidst the roar and white light. The extraordinary wizard received the punch on his face and chin. A mouthful of broken teeth mixed with blood rushed straight into his nose and brain.
"Bang!"
The brain was trembling, and every cell was whining and screaming.
dying!
He's going to be beaten to death!
The extraordinary elf waved his left hand and cut off his right hand to free himself. But before he could escape, a strange weapon had already locked him up.
It was a silver iron pipe with exquisite outline and structure. An indescribable aura that nauseated all spellcasters was gathering deep in the darkness.
"It's this thing again!" Vieri exclaimed and was about to hide in the water.
The strong blood energy was stirring, and his body became stiff and sluggish. The extraordinary person kicked off his feet and threw himself into the water.
"thump!"
His body did not merge with the water waves, and he landed on his face like a fool, slapping firmly on the ground.
Spellcasting interference at close range! I was silenced! Vieri's whole body trembled. He seemed to have returned to an ancient era where only a few words had been circulated, recalling the horror of being enslaved by a spellbreaker that was imprinted deep in the soul of a spellcaster.
"Spare my life!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Griffith pulled the trigger.
The flintlock fired an ordinary lead bullet, shattering half of Vieri's face and ear.
The talent and accumulation of the arrogant extraordinary spellcaster seemed to be shattered in this moment, and flew out together with the facial bones.
This shot shattered Vieri's soul and dignity, as if he was about to regress back to Sequence 7.
"Ah, no..." "Liquid" Vieri, who has been in the high position of a transcendent for a long time and is about to enter Sequence 5, desperately wants to regain his lost self-esteem, but he can only catch air.
"My power! My magic!"
He was so distraught that he knelt down and screamed. The human who was supposed to be the prey suddenly became the hunter, breaking his mind in less than a minute. He was like a lonely boat on the sea, being ravaged by endless waves. He was terrified that the end would come at any time.
"Spare your life, spare your life! My lord!"
The extraordinary elf screamed and rolled on the ground.
Griffith stepped on his chest and looked down at him without saying a word.
He raised the gun in front of him like he was tasting red wine, slowly took out the sealed and waterproof fixed ammunition, stuffed the gun into the chamber with the purge bar under the barrel, looked straight ahead and started shooting.
His movements were neither hasty nor slow, as methodical as a collector who maintains his collection.
The hammer made a crisp sound the moment it opened, and then he retracted his gaze to the distance, and with a faint expression of boredom and annoyance, he pointed the gun at the extraordinary man with half of his face flying away.
"No!"
He's going to shoot, he's going to shoot, he doesn't care about my life or my intelligence. Why didn't he ask where Miss Villanoy was? Doesn't he care at all? Does he just want my extraordinary characteristics? ?
Vieri burst into tears and confessed frantically that he could not care less about any conditions:
"Miss Veronoy was taken to a nearby ruins, where is the hidden altar of the Lord. The address is twelve miles northwest of here. There is a deserted cemetery nearby, where the dead half-elves and humans were abandoned.
"They are going to hold a sacrificial ceremony there and then violate her. No, no, no, those bastards should be cut into pieces.
"Don't shoot, don't, wait, please!
"I'm just a pawn!"
Griffith didn't answer.
"Sir, I can help you. Really, okay? I can help you rescue Miss Villanoy together."
"I know a lot of things!
"No!"
"Bang!"
The dull sound of gunfire echoed in the forest.
Griffith took Vieri's extraordinary crystal, peeled off his accessories, took the supplies, and ran quickly towards the horses outside the woods.
…
Griffith's horse, which was tied under a tree, had been killed by Vieri, and it was already cold as it lay in the puddle.
He suddenly had an idea and began to use the power of the runes.
"Horse, give me a batch of horses."
The fallen war horse let out an imaginary neigh. Black-purple light swirled in the air. In an indescribable whisper, the dead horse stood up again.
Its majestic muscles and beautiful fur began to fall off, and its ferocious skeleton was wrapped in green evil light. It stood there, staring coldly at its owner.
A skeletal war horse.
Griffith jumped on his horse with satisfaction. This cold dead thing gave him a strange sense of security and trust.
He held the mithril pendant given to him by Galadia and prayed to the goddess for guidance.
The quiet breath immediately came to wrap him up and guide him, indeed at the position Vieri told him. This divination prayer was extremely successful. He even had a feeling in the dark that there were several Sequence 7 and Sequence 6 enemies there. A distant and mysterious aura blessed him, urging him to act quickly.
Praise the goddess! Griffith urged the skeleton army horse to gallop away.
He walked through forests and wastelands without sparing the undead creatures' physical strength. Soon, the described grave appeared in front of him.
"This place is filled with the breath of death. Minos detected an ancient tomb," Minos's voice appeared in his mind, "There are a lot of remains of creatures piled up here."
Griffith glanced there casually. Some of the corpses were exposed in the forest and were eaten, but the degree of decomposition was not high, and the discarding process was quite hasty and random. From their torn clothes, it can be seen that they are the humans seen in the sewers of Canaan, who were randomly discarded here after death.
Galadia and the hidden altar of the Lord are nearby, and the enemies there must be ready for battle. Griffith's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately called for his bone ring: "Minos, check if there are any abnormalities in these corpses?"
Minos responded immediately:
"The corpses here are relatively complete, with more flesh and blood remaining, and there are no signs of contamination.
"Minos still has extraordinary characteristics that were not used in the last battle. He can form a small army to assist in the battle."
Makes sense. Griffith nodded slightly, and took out another piece of Sequence 7 extraordinary properties, letting the bone ring pour a steady stream of spiritual energy into the earth. Minos fused with the red stone can do this for him, consuming the energy obtained after charging the extraordinary characteristic crystal instead of his own mental power.
"Resurrection, you undead souls in the wilderness, I give you the gift of walking on the earth again."
The pile of bones made a rustling sound, and the pale, ashen carrion and bones gathered together. They pushed away the bones and soil on their bodies and stood up slowly. Their empty eyes flashed with a faint green light. They were emotionless and silent, but they gave rise to fear from within.
A large group of living corpses appeared around Griffith, dragging their rotting bodies and surrounding him.
"Undead creatures can only maintain their form for a limited period of time. It is not efficient to use spiritual energy to maintain and control undead creatures." Minos' voice showed no emotion and was simply describing the situation at the scene. "You can drive undead creatures to devour them." Carrion, bone marrow or other organic matter to improve their combat effectiveness or restore their injuries.”
"I saw in Raven that the black mud can replenish the strength of living zombies and increase their movement speed. Can you create it?" Griffith asked.
"Black mud requires advanced necromancy spells to create. It is recommended to search for relevant knowledge." Minos replied.
Well, I don’t know how long it will take. Griffith waved his hand and issued the combat order.
"Convert half of them into self-destruct balls and prepare to attack."
…
A group of injured elves were busy in the ruins.
Elder Windu's self-destruction killed and injured many of their companions, and many of the others were injured. However, even so, Galadia, who was consumed by the magic eyes, could not resist their siege and was quickly caught.
The bodies of these elves are wrapped in thick black energy, and their skin and muscles are twisting and corrupting. But they themselves were completely unaware. Their eyes were full of lust and greed, and they were drooling as they removed Galadia's silver armor and weapons and dragged her into a ruins.
They drew chaotic and evil magic circles, lit candles with disgusting smells and unknown materials on the walls and stone tables, and acted frantically together.
"Miss Galadia, according to the oracle of the Lord, I will marry you and give birth to an heir." The extraordinary Samuel Cevicius has long lost the noble temperament in the academy, and His companion's eyes also shone, and he looked at her with a ferocious smile.
"Let me go, you lunatics. This kind of marriage has no legitimacy, and I'm not an adult!" Galadia scolded them sternly. "The elders will veto it and hang you on a tree."
"Who cares? It's just a process anyway, and the point is not marriage." Samuel suddenly grabbed her collar, tore it open on both sides, and then kneaded it greedily: "The Lord has given you blessings and will let you Pregnant with sacred flesh and blood. When the Senate finds you, you can already think of a name."
Galadia's head buzzed loudly. An elf named Bronn standing next to her punched her while she was struggling, and her mouth was filled with blood.
"Are you crazy! Servicius! Everything is a sacrifice in the eyes of the evil god, you brainless stick insects!" Galadia yelled dizzily, struggled with all her strength, and used everything she had to Curse them with every bad word imaginable.
"Hahaha, that's it, that's it, how exciting!" Servicius laughed wildly and held her legs down, "Resentment and pain will be the best food for the heirs of the Lord. Come more, come more A little!"
Galadia shut her mouth immediately, gritting her silver teeth and glaring at them angrily.
The fallen elves surrounding her laughed wildly together.
"Look! She believes it!"
"She was so scared that she didn't even dare to scream!"
"Garadia, are you ready to enjoy it! Being turned around by so many people, you have never thought about it before!"
Galadia was so ashamed that she immediately wanted to bite off the base of her tongue, but Bronn's big hand instantly grabbed her cheek, and put his fingers into her mouth to force her mouth open.
"We have half an hour before other forces discover it," Samuel Servicius said coldly, "enjoy the ravage, Miss Villanoy."
"Wait, half an hour?" One of Samuel's helpers suddenly interrupted, "That's enough time for each of us to take a turn."
"Maybe we can get two turns," the burly Rolon's greedy eyes swept over Galadia's body, "Hold on tight."
A fallen elf wearing a decent sacrificial robe suddenly reacted: "Wait a minute, this time is reserved for rituals, hurry up, hold her down, we have to get rid of the process of praying to the Lord. His gaze is essential !”
While groping Galadia's body, he shook his head and sang:
“Dear guests and fellow believers, we gather here happily today,
"Witness our Lord, the Lord of fertility and conception, witness His glorious coming..."
The fallen elves present shouted together:
"Hurry up, we're in a hurry!"
"You've been talking nonsense long enough for me to have a round."
"Okay, okay, in short, I ask in the name of God, this marriage,
"Who is for it and who is against it?"
"Agree, agree! That's it!" The black elves present shouted together, and couldn't help but began to tear Galadia's clothes again.
"Very well. If there are opponents who choose to remain silent, please keep silent from now until the future. No..."
Before the priest, who was shaking his head, finished speaking, there was already a loud rumble on the ground, the rubble and candlelight were shaking violently, and boundless anger was rolling in from the distance.
"What happened?" Samuel took out the echo crystal and asked, "Wethos, what happened outside?"
Only annoying noises came from the echo crystal, and all sentries lost contact.
Vaguely, everyone heard slurry explosions, sharp whines, screams and indescribable rustling sounds in the distance, like endless locusts coming like a tide.
The fallen elves all turned to look at the door. The ranger Dulan who was guarding the door suddenly jumped up and ran towards the altar rolling and crawling.
"boom!"
The gate to the ruins was breached, and an unprecedented wave of zombies swarmed in. The ball-shaped monster exploded, and the running Duran was caught in the storm of debris, rubble, and dark green acid, and rolled to the ground with a scream on the spot.
The fallen elves were all stunned.
The heavy sound of horse hooves beat on the ground, and the influx of living corpses spread out to both sides, humbly welcoming their arrival in the darkness.
The terrifying aura and ferocious shadows walked through the ruins, approaching step by step amid the thrilling sound of horse hooves. The cold breath is spreading.
"What kind of monster are you!?" Samuel Servicius roared at the shadow in the smoke, "What are you going to do!? This is a memorial for the gods to watch. Stay back and don't come over!"
Senhan's iron hooves ran over Dulan, who was struggling on the ground, and crushed his head into a pile of red and white meat, swallowing up his wails and vitality together.
The terrifying death knight emerges from the smoke.
He rides a black skeletal horse, wearing a black robe and bloody heavy armor. Cold air and anger are his servants, and living corpses and terror surrender at his feet. The scarlet blood light shines through the ferocious visor, casting a breathtaking gaze on the frightened and panicked faces of each of the fallen elves.
He is as unstoppable as a thunderstorm. The long sword with electric light listens to his orders, and the furious roar almost tears the eardrums of the elves present:
“Declare to all creatures on earth and to the gods in heaven,
"I object."
