The giant beast rubbed its head and staggered. It felt dizzy and staggered, forgetting its goal.
The shelling just now was from the 603 Test Squadron's Orochi Cannon. It came from the north. It was impossible for the gunner to escape the enemy's pursuit... Griffith shook off the dust on his body, spit out the blood in his mouth, clenched the blood thorn, and asked the brave Salute to comrades.
Power, I want power.
His will and spiritual energy were echoing, and waves of fluctuations were transmitted from his mind. Minos, Hanguang, and Bloodthorn answered his call.
Minos responded: "It's not you that Mr. Hermit is waiting for. But you can too, and certain prices need to be paid."
Hanguang was as indifferent as Sidious: "You're not good enough yet."
The lance in his hand made a high-spirited buzz: "The spear of blood and death thorns that implies destruction and victory is ready."
The second seal of the Bloodthorn is loosening, and some mysterious connection is established between it and the knight.
"Griffith, I watched and waited, and I felt that, finally, you were here.
“We were betrayed, we were slaughtered, we were enslaved, we were imprisoned in the mists of oblivion,
"At last, the robbers and liars dug their own graves, and the age of the lawbreakers will come again,
"Liberate the power, pierce the illusion, let the casters be punished by reality, name our upcoming victory and drinking, take me and go on a killing spree!
"We're back on the battlefield!"
Griffith gained some special occult knowledge. The extraordinary power "Po Jun" that he is not yet able to master is resonating with the mysterious lance, lifting the seal that imprisons it. Bloodthorn greedily demands spiritual energy and blood, slowly revealing its powerful power.
The lost spiritual energy and blood on the battlefield are imprisoned by it, gathering like a whirlpool to strengthen its power. Griffith felt pulses, and the weapon in his hand seemed to be a living thing, waking up.
Some astonishing power surged on the blood thorns. He needs to name this ability and infuse it with psychic energy to release its power during battle, so that he can project extraordinary power.
Griffith sighed softly. He has witnessed this kind of power, controlled by Galadia and Erza. This is a power that transcends magic and extraordinary power. It is a power only possessed by a very small number of completely liberated sealed objects.
He has found a way to punish Beamon.
Right here, the ancient ferocious beast, I want to repay the blood debt. There are also those gods who have not yet appeared. If you dare to come to the world, I will make you suffer with the power of mortals.
The blood thorn is charging, and Griffith can use it as long as he holds on for a while.
Suddenly, there were bursts of crazy roars behind him. Hundreds of orcs and orcs were running across the battlefield. They were chasing a group of retreating Byerlan soldiers, and some noticed Griffith and swarmed towards him.
The giant beast also received some kind of instruction. It roared unwillingly and grabbed the gravel again in the direction of Beyelan's army.
Sudden changes disrupted Griffith's plan. Before he could release his newly acquired power, a large group of enemies jumped over from all directions. The arrow suddenly hit his shoulder armor, and the orc stabbed at him with an armor-piercing gun.
With light in his right hand and bloody thorn in his left hand, Griffith hit a strong orc warrior head on. The blood thorns penetrated the orc's heavy armor and muscles, and burst out from behind him, trembling with excitement. But another orc came up from behind and gave the would-be knight a hammer, hitting the commander's helmet firmly.
The intense tinnitus was driving people crazy, and the blow to the back of the head left Griffith staggering as if he was drunk. The orc warrior who hit him succeeded in one blow, then he swung the sledgehammer tightly and struck again.
Griffith raised Hanguang in the dizziness of the world and stabbed towards the orc. The sharp sword pierced the orc's throat before the hammer fell, tearing open the flesh and windpipe, and splashing blood sprayed Griffith's face.
As soon as the sword was thrust out, Griffith immediately knelt down. He struggled to get up and take a look at the fighting around him, but the severe dizziness made him unable to stand firmly even while fighting. The confusion and dizziness subsided a little, and Griffith didn't know if there were friendly troops nearby or if anyone could come to support him. However, he knew very well that on the chaotic battlefield, he must form a formation with his comrades as soon as possible to protect each other's backs.
He supported himself with his lance, half-kneeling, raised his sword, and shouted to the deserters running past in the distance: "Come closer to me!"
No one responded in the chaos. The legionnaires and religious believers were in a mess. They were scurrying around under the pursuit of the orcs. The soldiers were also in a mess and completely lost their organization. The cry also summoned more enemies. The orc spearmen discovered the knight who was still resisting, and swarmed up, stabbing him with dense spears.
"Bang!" The ice shield exploded. Immediately afterwards, the shield of the Riding Eagle Medal was also destroyed. On a chaotic battlefield, even a shield cannot last long.
At this moment, a silver whirlwind swept behind the orc. They flew out one by one as if struck by an avalanche.
Brilliant golden light bloomed on the gray-brown wilderness.
"Geffy, hold on, I'm coming!" Krista ran towards Griffith with her silky blond hair loose. She lost her helmet, and there were many blood stains on her body, but like a ray of sunshine, the chaotic and bloody atmosphere gave way wherever she went. Along with her words, the warmth enveloped Griffith, dispelling the pain and exhaustion. The injuries and bleeding were rapidly healing.
The girl waved a silver chain, with a thick prayer book tied to one end, and eight shining horns tied to it. She waved it like a hurricane, sweeping left and right among a large group of enemies.
The orcs who were swept away by this murderous weapon were beaten to pieces in a blink of an eye, and the dense crowd was forced to clear a bloody path.
Krista's figure walked through the dense battlefield and guarded the half-kneeling quasi-knight.
"Get up, Gefei!" The girl kicked him gently, "As long as I live, you can only kneel down to me, and there must be no less roses and candles."
Griffith was kicked in the calf and fell directly to the ground. He hurriedly struggled to get up and glanced at the prayer spell covered in fur and flesh.
"I declare in advance that it is wrong to use violence casually outside the battlefield. You cannot use this book to hit me in the future."
"Who wants to hit you with a prayer book? This is sacred! But I understand what you mean." After Krista said this, she threw the holy book on the dirt and folded the flag in her left hand. Showing the silver tip of the gun, "I will solemnly use violence!"
Beyeland's eagle flag immediately became a sharp spear. She pulled out the sword and military flag from her waist and came behind Griffith. The two of them stood with their backs together, facing the incoming orc army.
This is the Krista I am familiar with. Without the crowd of Holy Light believers, without the constraints of responsibilities, she can climb walls and break formations. She belongs to the free Krista in my memory. The more the saint is, the less she is as a human being. vice versa. The believers of the Holy Light were defeated, and she was much less restrained. Maybe, I can bring her back this way!
I understand, in short, just kill the Weave of Life and the Holy Light together, aren't they just two gods!
Griffiths smiled, blocked the girl behind him, grabbed the blood thorn and stuck it on the ground and shouted: "I want to launch an attack on that Behemoth. Its perception is very keen. Is there any way to help me withstand an attack?" "
A mountain monster collided head-on with a horse-like lance, and was stabbed with a hole on the spot, hanging from the lance. A dense crowd of orcs jumped out from behind it, wielding machetes and hammers to hit it.
Griffith raised his sword and swiped it. The sharp lightsaber crackled and tore in the flesh, and three or four orcs were killed with one blow.
Several short spears poked up from both sides, making a series of cracking sounds on his breastplate. One of the short spears also hit the mail on his leg. Although it failed to penetrate, it still almost knocked him to the ground.
Krista suddenly took his arm and spun him around like she was at a ball. She didn't exert any force, and Griffith followed her steps tacitly.
Krista stepped out from behind him, swung her sword and slashed at the densely stabbing spearheads, breaking into pieces of wood that fell to the ground like falling cherry blossoms. She turned around like a whirlwind, grabbed the military flag in her hand and swung it forward as a spear.
"Ouch!"
The orcs all let out a scream, and many of them had their cheeks and eyes cut open when the spearhead of the military flag was swept away. They screamed and retreated together. However, more enemies crowded up, leaving no room for breathing.
Griffith hit them with ice, but more orcs rushed forward during the short cooling period.
Krista held onto the swarm of spear spears, and Griffith passed her by, slashing at the densely packed spear heads. The orcs were like waves, killing one wave and then another. The two of them were spinning and flying in the forest of guns and swords, one resisting and the other counterattacking. Endless enemies fell under their swords. The enemies piled up into mountains, like a bonfire in the dark, attracting crazy enemies to throw themselves into the flames, leaving behind death marks. ash.
Their dance steps became more and more smooth and swift, and they were even connected with each other, knowing that they would swing their swords and alternate at the next moment. There were wails of pain and cries of fighting everywhere. The enemies swept by the swords and spears fell on the gravel, curled up and let out bursts of wails.
Suddenly, the flood of attacks stopped. The orc army made an earth-shattering cry.
"Gron!"
"Gron!"
Unable to defeat the human heroes, they began to call for support from their own demigods.
The Behemoth turned back, stared at Krista in the melee, and picked up a boulder. It felt a huge threat and pressure, and was aware that danger was about to come. So, it raised its hands, legs, and turned sideways. The huge boulder was twisted and deformed in its hands, pulling it into a sharp shape like a spear.
Beamon was imbued with mysterious power for his upcoming all-out throw. Even the city will be wiped out by this blow!
"Geffy, do you want to do this?!" Krista witnessed the astonishing behemoth and destruction approaching them, as if the bitter fate was coming again. She held Griffith's hand tightly:
"Geffy, do you want to do it? Today, here!"
Griffith answered with action. He sheathed his sword, his breath suddenly constricted, and the turbulent bloody air stagnated, as if a lance soaked in cold springs sounded with astonishing momentum.
The memory is like a dream, the noisy atmosphere is lingering, today I will finally cut off the bad omen of fate with my own hands.
Krista's blue eyes immediately turned away from panic. She raised her silver sword high amidst the smoke, blood, and flames, facing the mountains of monsters and whistling stones.
"I'm ready, Guffy!"
The girl sang loudly, and the brilliance like the morning sun cast on the world. She neither prays to external gods nor to the true gods, chanting honorable names she has never heard of and does not belong to this world——
"The gods are not of past or present,
"The player who dances in red and black,
"Your Majesty, who protects promises and encounters,
"The listener who reverses the final destiny!
"I put on my armor and raise my sword to protect this body until it falls. Please welcome us to the promised place,
"Announcing the end of the long dark age, for black hair and amber eyes,
"To the promised land! (Arco-iris)!"
It seems that on a cold winter night with wind and snow, spring suddenly blooms, and iris flowers bloom everywhere. The silver sword turned into a shield of light as pure as lapis lazuli, as if even the power of the gods could not interfere. Beamon's throwing spear was shattered in the strong wind, shattered into powder all over the sky, and went away with the wind.
The giant beast froze in shock. In endless astonishment and shock, Griffith raised the Blood Thorn and assumed a projection posture. The shadow of the mountain monster appeared behind him to bless the attack. Its power and illusion were suddenly swallowed up by the swirling light, and the lance turned into a lightning-like red thunder.
The characteristics of breaking the army are attached to the blood thorns, and they have the power to project from a long distance.
A strong wind blew from the direction of the mountains, carrying screams, shouts and wailings of the ghosts breaking and dying. The clouds passing across the sky turned into sharp shapes, and the sky was stained red with blood. In the dark, countless people heard the cries and flapping of wings of falcons, followed by the roar of falcons swooping down towards the earth.
Beamon's whole body trembled, flinching under the power he had never seen before. When it saw the sharp lightning, it felt fear and trembling from the bottom of its soul.
Be afraid, monster! This blow will wipe out all your shields, blessings, magic enhancements, healing spells, etc., and even destroy the gifts of the gods.
I'm going to beat you back to a monkey!
Griffith recited silently in his mind, and then shouted the true name given to the weapon:
"Go to the dead and pay homage to the dead (salutant)!"
Griffith threw a full force throw at Beamon. The blood thorn eliminated the entity and turned into a bolt of lightning, emitting an explosion that penetrated the air, leaving behind layers of cloud-breaking vortexes. This blow was like the creation of heaven and earth.
The extremely high level of spell-breaking power came in an instant.
Beamon wanted to escape, but it seemed like it was in an endless swamp, unable to move even an inch. The solid ground that had always supported it became the enemy, presenting it to the terrifying spear thrust. The powerful pressure is clearly imprinted on its mind.
It knows somewhere that this will be a blow that breaks the mystery, ignores defense, and is bound to hit. The monster under the gun will die!
The scream that tore apart the world pierced the sky, like lightning falling from the Milky Way directly striking a giant beast. Beamon screamed and watched as his left arm and shoulder were torn apart and shattered in the swirling lightning, and the light exploded.
Its divine power, its self-healing, its destiny evaporate between heaven and earth.
"Hiss-ouch!"
On the battlefield of 100,000 people, all the creatures raised their heads in panic. They heard indescribable cries of terror that were burned into their memories and instincts. Then, they saw the almost demigod beast missing half of its body, barking like a wild dog into the endless wilderness.
