Outside the summer palace, there were cries and runs as the troops were defeated. The believers who gathered outside to perform evil rituals were bombarded and charged by cavalry. The chaos came so quickly and so intensely.
Seydlitz walked slowly, even adjusting his robe and crown. The Byelans who refused to defend here were either dead or injured. The only person who could pose a danger to him was the mysterious young extraordinary person in front of him.
"You are very confident, Level 2 Assault Squadron Leader. Do you want to punish me in the name of justice and light? Like the ancient knights, challenge me with the protection of God in a one-on-one battle?"
His momentum surged instantly, and golden, red, purple and blue magic balls surrounded his body and violently agitated:
"I'm asking you, knight, do you want to challenge me, who is protected by His Majesty the Weave of Life!"
After hearing Seidlitz's words, Griffith did not answer immediately. He held his swords in his hands and nodded to the others. The remaining guards immediately retreated with Sonia and the Byellan nobles, leaving the hall to the generals who were about to fight.
The war knight stared at the powerful mysterious lord, his sharp eyes seeming to tear his skin and extract his soul.
Gradually, Griffith grinned, stroked the sword on his waist, and let out a deep sigh:
"Krista, this enemy is worth fighting."
Darkness swallowed up the light, and the stormy clouds covered the sky. The whole of Odessa was shrouded in dark skies, rising smoke and wailing. There was a loud noise in the sky, a violent roar like a palace collapsing. Seydlitz suddenly changed color, and he realized that it was the final moment of the crumbling descending passage as the ceremony disintegrated.
How could Horus be so helpless!
The carefully planned layout was turning into a bubble-like phantom, and emotions of loss and madness were rapidly growing and spreading in his mind, and even his wise and deep eyes began to become crazy.
At this time, he heard it - heavy breathing would echo in the darkness, making the listener's heart beat faster.
"Hoo-ho."
The weird breath and invisible fear strangled Seydlitz's throat, sometimes tightening and sometimes relaxing, stretching along his spine and into his heart.
The mysterious lord seemed to be facing a giant beast with unfathomable depth. His throat squirmed subconsciously, and his heart also sank. His fervent passion was suddenly surrounded by a cold breath, and frustration, loss, doubts and doubts began to destroy his will.
Seydlitz speculated in surprise. Until now, he still didn't know what kind of extraordinary characteristics the knight in front of him had. The Paladins were as slow as tortoises. They could only rely on their shields and armors to resist, unable to fight off the lightning-fast assault on the square.
This person has the ability to be extremely fast and invisible, so he can't be an assassin. The most likely ones are the Sequence 6 Blade of Light and Shadow or the Scythe of Destruction, or even the Knight of Desolation above that. Yes, he killed Lord Manggulus in Berimion... Understand, this Griffith is the Scythe of Destruction of the Desolate Way, and even the more terrifying Knight of Desolation.
The passive ability of the Scythe of Destruction is powerful magic resistance and a large-scale fear aura; the active ability is usually to swallow spiritual energy and magical effects within a certain range, and give back to itself amazing enhancements. It is the extraordinary person who is best at protracted battles. There is a level limit to the power they can devour. The Desolation Knight's devours stronger energy, but it cannot shake certain high-priority special effects or the gift of God I have received.
As soon as he thought of this, Seydlitz retreated and jumped out of the window.
Believers who stole from the Holy Light suffered huge losses.
The 20,000 phalanx troops suffered heavy losses.
Extraordinary people are either killed or missing.
The best opportunity for the ritual of calling on the gods has been missed.
The situation was too bad for Seydlitz. But even so, he still did not lose his fighting spirit, but decisively left the Summer Palace and chose a battlefield that was beneficial to him. If this Griffith abandons his troops and pursues them, he will be separated from his subordinates. He can kill them first, then go back to capture Miss Larmore and sacrifice them, regroup his troops, reorganize the believers and start the ceremony; if he does not pursue them, he will Use the power of the mysterious lord to break through Byeran's forces piece by piece, weakening them like an onion.
As the leader of the mysterious world of Odessa, Seydlitz has extremely profound magical power and knowledge accumulation. As he retreated, he touched the ring on his right hand.
This is a ruby ring set in a pale bone setting, strikingly similar to the Minos held by Griffith.
At this time, the gift of His Majesty the Life Weaver from the Void Realm was the token and certificate that attracted Seydlitz to convert to the new faith. In the current critical moment, it shines brightly and gives generous blessings.
Just think of him as the "Knight of Desolation" and be lenient if you anticipate the enemy. Come after me, as long as you come after me! I haven't failed yet! Will you come after me? Will it come? Ha, you are really chasing me!
Seydlitz, who persevered in the face of adversity, saw the knight jumping out of the window and chasing after him. He was so happy that he wanted to dance. He rushed into the garden of the summer palace, waved his wand there, and began the spell with a high-speed chant that could not capture the message.
The spell removed the properties of metal and scattered weapons and mysterious items in the building. Electric snakes danced wildly in the air, and countless metal particles gathered from all directions, forming two lances and a three-pronged fork hanging in the air around him.
"I know you have the sealed object of the Spell Breaker Path! However, the state of confining magic cannot be maintained for a long time. Facing the completed curse, can you stop it!" Seydlitz jumped onto a roof, Looking down from a high position, driving his own creation, "Shoot!"
Two sharp blades roared over. Griffith drew out his silver sword and chopped down the lance, crossed Hanguang's defense, swept away the three-pronged fork, and then continued the assault. In a blink of an eye, he chased after Seydlitz, raised the thunderous Hanguang and slashed at the wizard.
"Bang!"
The holy sword struck a round shield created out of thin air. The devastating Hanguang was actually resisted. This shield was gleaming silver and wrapped in a golden halo like the morning sun. At first glance, it was no ordinary armor.
Seydlitz was protected behind a shield and said calmly: "The field is unfolding.
"Alatas, recreate the miracle of the Khazni Temple for me!"
Six weapons - long sword, throwing spear, halberd, battle axe, war hammer and flail - are embodied in sequence, like six comets shining and taking shape in sequence.
These weapons buzzed in the air, surrounding the mysterious lord, and locked the incoming knights from all sides.
Griffith's pupils contracted. He sensed the astonishing aura and danger on the six weapons. Each one actually made him feel like it was a sacred artifact or sealed object that left a mark and name in the world. The power activated by Seydlitz summoned their breath and weapon soul, and then used the metal and elements gathered nearby to create the shape of the mysterious weapon.
Griffith hurriedly sheathed his sword, stopped, and searched with extreme speed while avoiding the flail thrown first.
"Horse, give me a horse!"
The garden of the summer palace was already a mess, with human and horse corpses everywhere. A dead war horse heard his call and immediately let out a shrill neigh, transforming into a skeletal war horse and galloping towards him.
Griffith was assisted by the military horse, and his speed immediately increased significantly, sprinting through the garden like lightning. He avoided the blows of the flail and reached out to catch the thrown halberd. The moment his hand came into contact with the halberd, the violent impact almost made the weapon fly away.
Griffith used all his strength to turn his horse around at the same time to remove the impact of the halberd, and then waved his hand to slash at the spear that was coming after him. The tremor of this cut directly caused the tiger's mouth in his right hand to break, and the halberd and spear flew out.
The sword and battle ax fell at the same time. Griffith had no time to defend himself and turned into a bat to dodge aside. The mysterious weapon penetrated the skeletal army horse and exploded into a large area of broken bones and sand.
After casting and throwing these weapons, Seydlitz turned a little pale, obviously having consumed a lot of spiritual energy. Before he could take a breath, the knight jumped out of the smoke. The war hammer that had been prepared for a long time fell down, shattering his breastplate and hitting the tree behind him hard.
However, the knight who was hit began to melt and turn into liquid. A round piece of metal flew out of the smoke and exploded in front of Seydlitz.
"Bang!"
The bright light and dizziness deprived the mysterious lord of his vision and hearing for a short time. Heavy footsteps came along the ground and were caught by his keen senses.
"Here!" Seydlitz waved his hand and formed a dark-blooded giant scythe, sweeping it in the direction of the vibration.
This blow hit, but it didn't feel like it was tearing apart the human body. It was as raw as cutting through a broken haystack or mud. A sturdy giant man rushed over with the attack of the giant scythe. The mysterious lord hurriedly threw down another beam of fire and swept it into the raging flames.
These are undead creatures, how dare he use his master's power to contain me! Seydlitz, who had failed in two consecutive attacks, noticed the murderous aura surging beside him and hurriedly focused his shield in that direction.
Griffith had already rushed to his side, holding Hanguang high in the air with both hands. His momentum and strength reached the peak, and he aimed a thunderous sword at the extraordinary wizard. The edge of the blade was sharp as it slashed down, and Seydlitz watched as his multiple layers of shields began to crack.
Seydlitz also roared and started to fight back.
Both sides did not dodge each other and started fighting at extremely close range. Griffith cut off Seydlitz's shoulder with a sword. The arc burned and destroyed a large number of the wizard's magic pendants and equipment. Hanguang shines in the darkness, even cutting out illusions that would shatter and destroy the souls of extraordinary wizards.
Seydlitz also threw down spears with sharp blades like thorns, stabbing the knight from all directions.
The two sides fought with all their strength, and the smell of blood became more and more intense in the air. The fight only lasted less than ten seconds, and the blood flowing out almost dyed the ground under their feet bright red. Stepping on it was like walking in a stream, splashing There were bloody flowers and crackling sounds.
This round of confrontation knocked both of Griffith's swords away. He half-knelt on the ground, pulled out Judgment towards Seydlitz, whose shield was almost broken, and fired a shot at close range.
Since the cooldown time had not expired, this shot only caused a normal attack, but even so, Seydlitz's last shield burst open.
Seydlitz immediately wanted to reassemble his magic shield, but a strong suffocation force that hindered spellcasting swept through, interrupting his chanting. The lead bullet shattered into fragments on the obliterated shield, leaving him bloody and bloody.
"ah--!"
As a noble mage, Seydlitz had rarely experienced such trauma. Both his attack and defense were suffocated by the severe pain.
Griffith took out Eviscerate and stabbed directly into the enemy's side, stirring it hard. At the same time, he grabbed something and stuffed it into his robe.
"Get away!"
Seydlitz activated the amulet on his body, and the strong wind pressure directly pushed the knight out, throwing him a dozen meters away.
"Damn it, this bad war," the wizard cursed while covering his painful wound, "I didn't convert to the great god just to fight this kind of bad war..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a crackling sound from his waist. Looking down, he saw two metal barrels that could be held with one hand hanging on his belt, and the match rope was burning.
"boom!"
Seydlitz was immediately engulfed in explosions, fire and smoke. One arm flew out.
In this round of confrontation, both sides were bruised and bruised. Griffith's breastplate was riddled with holes, and blood was spewing from the wounds. Relying on his strong physique to hold on, he took out a bottle of life potion and drank it in one gulp, staring at the enemy coldly.
The seriously injured Seydlitz struggled, moaning almost madly: "My hands, my body.
"However, I have received the blessing of my Lord! The boundary between life and death cannot affect me at all!"
"I will kill you! Kill you! I will sacrifice the flesh, blood and soul of the mortal who destroyed the sacred ritual! I pray that the Lord will forgive my incompetence!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ruby bone ring burst into evil light. The already broken human body sprouted a dense mass of tentacles and flesh sprouts, which rolled up the broken limbs and pulled them back to the trunk, entangled like thousands of worms. The broken body was suddenly pulled back by the power of the ring and recovered at an astonishing speed.
With the blessing of the thread of life, Seydlitz cheated death and reunited his body from horrific injuries. He supported himself to stand up, looked at Griffith who was also seriously injured and smiled:
"Do you see? This is the blessing given to me by the great gods——
"Immortal, immortal! No matter how many times I fall, I can stand up again.
"Mortal, do you dare to continue fighting! I can fight with you forever!"
Amidst the triumphant shouts of the extraordinary wizard, Griffith also stood up and approached Seydlitz again.
The wizard looked at him, and could even see the small flowers and leaves behind through the wound. He was proud and curious: "Hahaha, seeing such a great blessing, you didn't run away but came closer to me?"
Griffith's pace was steady, determined, and unhurried. His whole body was wrapped in frightening courage and intimidation. He raised his bleeding arm and pointed his strong finger at the arrogant cultist:
"If I don't get closer to you, how can I get it out of you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Griffith's murderous aura reached its peak and he charged straight at him with incomparable arrogance!
In a hurry, Seydlitz threw a metal spear and was about to retreat, but found that his instep was stepped on by the knight, making him unable to break free. The surging blood energy gathered behind Griffith and turned into a ferocious illusion, punching the wizard.
"Bang!"
This close range beating caused the situation to change, the grass and trees retreated in fright, and the terrifying spiritual energy burst into a raging frenzy.
Seydlitz was beaten to the point where he was so beaten that his whole body was shaking. The ribs on his chest shattered in an instant, and he staggered several steps and fell to his knees. Blood spurted out of his mouth, dripping all over his robe.
Seydlitz tried to summon two spears to plunge into the knight's back. As soon as his thoughts moved, the second punch came down.
Griffith held up the fallen weapon and punched the kneeling wizard with all his strength.
The fist wind was like an overwhelming force, forming a suffocating and compressed air that caused a shrill whimper. A shrill horn sound suddenly sounded in the air, and the illusion of twisted tentacles appeared, and then was shattered into millions of crystal-like dots of light. The lost power of the outer god's protection that protected Seydlitz from the ring was shattered with one punch.
All the teeth in Seydlitz's mouth and the bridge of his nose flew out like snowflakes. An instinctive panic and fear arose in his heart - the blessing of divine power, a blessing more precious than life, was shattered and dissipated under this heavy punch.
Seydlitz felt that his magic was imprisoned, his blessings were deprived, and the darkness and terror that seemed as thick as substance were strangling his heart. With his mouth full of teeth and blood, he screamed in horror: "What kind of power is this!? Why even the Lord..."
In an instant, he understood the answer:
"I see!
"I understand, no wonder you can obscure our insight and decipher the great blessing. You are not the knight of the Void Realm! What you hold is the power of betrayal and darkness, and the evil that should be annihilated in the dust of history!
"You are actually a spell-breaker of extraordinary rank!"
Deprived of the ability to cast spells, deprived of the blessings of the outer gods, the wizard who had broken the shield and armor was pushed to the ground, and used his only strength to roar almost madly: "Outside of the master's layout, other gods' Interference was also expected. However, I didn't expect that this secret move of yours would be activated! Who is it? Tell me who it is!
"Silver Moon and Starlight are still the ones who control contract and order, or are in charge of destiny and prophecy. Even if you don't tell me, I can roughly guess that they have finally revealed their clues, and they will not hesitate to release the beasts in the cage in order to subvert the world!
"A monster abandoned by the world, you will not end well. From the beginning, you have been a cursed pawn!"
His answer was the third punch.
Griffith stretched his back like a bow, expanding it to the limit! This action fell into Seydlitz's eyes, and he felt that the pain, joy, sentimentality and happiness of the knight in front of him were rapidly accumulating, then concentrated, sublimated, and condensed into a devastating blow!
This punch, with an avalanche-like momentum and suffocating pressure, struck like a falling star!
Howling fists and terrifying wind pressure filled the field of vision like meteorites. Seydlitz's whole world was a fist, and it was shaken and turned into a raging frenzy. Even the powerful mysterious lord feels like he has been thrown into the abyss of destruction.
Seydlitz immediately changed his tone, whimpered and moaned, seizing the last chance to survive and begging for mercy:
"Spare your life, stop, I surrender, I surrender, I join your side!"
What responded to him was Griffith's eyes that were like fire, coldly and decisively weighing the souls of his men. That look has only one meaning:
"My place is full of people."
The horrific explosion, the sound of skull crushing and brain bursting echoed in the Summer Palace, even disturbing the high sky. Then everything calmed down.
…
"We will go on the offensive. Will you join us? Knight."
Count William de La Mole arrived in Odessa with the vanguard. Replaced the heavily damaged Griffith Squadron to maintain order. He asked Griffith to sit on a chair nearby and look at him levelly.
"My troops have suffered heavy losses. Please allow us to retreat to the rear to rest," Griffith said. "Miss Sonia is very tired from this incident. Since the main army has arrived, we should return to Homon Watts temporarily. Better."
The count looked at him and nodded: "Roland is here too. Talk to him when you go out later. The next task is to control Odessa, then counterattack, and relieve the siege of Teutoburg. They are all difficult. Work, you should do more valuable things."
Griffith nodded, stood up and said goodbye to the earl. Before he left the drawing room, the count stopped him:
"By the way, let me ask you, Knight Ravenel. Do you know what is more valuable?"
"I know, Count, I know."
Griffith left the reception room and walked quietly through the corridor to Roland's room. There were tens of thousands of corpses scattered on the square outside the window, and a large number of auxiliary soldiers were collecting them for processing.
Roland was leaning against the corner window. He looked at the miserable situation outside and then at the knight walking towards him:
"My condolences, my friend. I received your letter, but it was too late."
"Well," Griffith nodded, "I know. By that time, it was already too late."
"Then let's talk about what's next," Roland said. "The invasion of the alien gods has failed, but do you feel it? He penetrated into the world through rituals, and the breath of spiritual energy became more and more intense. The entire mysterious world They all jumped up and I could hear them cheering.
"What is this called, spiritual energy recovery?"
"Mysterious strengthening," Griffith said lightly, as if there was nothing in the world that he cared about. "The gods know that invasion will strengthen their beliefs. Even if the short ceremony is not enough to allow the alien gods to pass, it will Bringing more spirituality and mystery.”
"It's not like the Outer God gained nothing. His true body didn't come in. However, the resonance of the ritual and the will lasted for a while. Who knows what was awakened and what slipped in?" Roland shrugged, "In short, Everyone has a bright future.”
Griffith didn't answer him.
Finding that the conversation could not go on, Roland patted Griffith on the shoulder:
"Do you understand me a little bit?
"After you go back, you should complete the ceremony of knighthood. At that time, you will be asked to choose a fief or an annuity. You have made so many meritorious deeds. You cannot give military ranks casually, and other rewards must not be less. How to choose?"
"Fiefdom," replied Griffith, "in the realm of Verona."
"Oh——!" Roland looked at him deeply, "It's not peaceful there. You must need weapons to defend your territory."
Griffith stroked the two swords on his waist and paused for a moment: "I can't stay there for a long time. I need something that can give civilians combat effectiveness."
"Okay, okay," Roland couldn't help but rub his hands, "Then you must need a musket. Although the musketeers can't fight against the mysterious power, the advantage is that the training is simple and inexpensive, and they can still defeat the rebels. I'll give it to you. Try out a batch and then give you a price you can’t refuse!”
"No, my friend, I don't want this," Griffith shook his head. "What I want is the production technology of muskets, the training and mobilization system of militia, factories and people's committees.
"In a word, I need to see your path. Can you help me? Your Excellency, Count."
Roland withdrew his sparkling eyes. He stretched out his hand:
"First of all, please call me comrade."
