In order to be able to continuously supply energy and to resist possible magic suction, Prunus suspended two meters high in the air and mobilized all his equipment to operate at maximum power. His psychic energy covered the battlefield, and at the same time lit himself up like a beacon in the dark night.
Griffith's Blood Thorn tore through the shield and the inner mage armor, penetrating the extraordinary wizard's body, and the high temperature made his blood boil. The wounds were initially punctures and lacerations, but the psychic energy of the bloodthorn ignited the magic items already activated on the wizard's body. Like the wizard who was killed by the war knight not long ago, Prunus burned into a bright red fireball after the passing shadow.
This bright fireball collapsed and exploded on the battlefield. Strong winds and shock waves raised sand and dust, and huge smoke clouds shot straight into the sky. Even Lafayette and Julian saw it. They understood what was happening in an instant, and their hearts almost jumped out of their throats. This hot explosion can only come from a wizard carrying a large amount of spellcasting materials. It is the worst-case scenario that no one wants to think about.
The extraordinary wizard Julian's heart was bleeding. Even if a carefully prepared circular interception formation is deployed on the open and unobstructed plain, with the help of powerful sealed objects, can it still not stop the knights of Beyelan from kidnapping the soul of wisdom?
His eyes were splitting, and anger was boiling in his veins. He almost rushed to the front line and fought the devil himself!
At this time, the cleric Odus and the paladin Patolion were already in a state of darkness. Only the demon hunter Anton relied on his hunting instinct to rush towards the location where the extraordinary wizard was destroyed.
There was a doubt in their minds. Wasn't the psychic signal pointed out by Prunus in another direction? With the three of them blocking the way, why was the wizard still being attacked?
Could it be that other powerful men from Beyelan have arrived! ?
The doubtful witcher ran very fast and soon approached the scene where Prunus was killed. There were only the embers of the fireball falling slowly, and there was no trace of the enemy.
There was no need for him to look for it, the crimson flash had already arrived.
Demon hunters are extraordinary people known for their speed and agility, but once the speed of both parties reaches a certain level, Anton, who has not yet become an extraordinary person, feels that he is unable to do what he wants, and his tactical movements begin to deform.
The knight he fought did not follow the usual rhythm at all. The short exchanges were all passed by each other. If it weren't for Anton's strong skills, he would have been hung up on the lance by now.
"I found you!" Griffith sensed the evil fluctuations of the sealed object and felt a burst of joy. "Very good, I'm here for this."
The Odessa Extraordinary who is in charge of the sealed object includes one paladin, one priest, and the rest are demon hunters... I have a long spear, heavy armor, and fast horse. My speed has been increased, and I can only start from almost zero speed to deal with it. A demon hunter who only wears light armor, well, he can't be as powerful as Erza. The advantage lies with me!
Griffith did not attack the target in a straight line, but drew irregular arcs during high-speed maneuvers, slashing with blood spines as he approached. Demon hunter Anton has no way to escape. Although he is agile, he cannot predict the angle and time of the attack. He cannot dodge the large-scale lance, and his acceleration cannot escape the lightning impact.
The witcher can already count down to himself. However, he did not dodge, raised his right hand without fear, and pointed at the unstoppable Griffith.
A ball of dark green substance between liquid and gas suddenly shot out from the ring.
"Tremble under the power of death's coils!"
Amidst the frantic shouting, Griffith saw a group of green objects rushing towards him. It should have been left behind by the galloping war horse, but instead it drew a surprising trajectory in the air, clinging to the knight as if it were alive.
Is this—?
Griffith felt his heart tightening inexplicably. He had already deployed a shield, and for a moment he didn't know what else he could do. The bright shield light trembled violently the moment it came into contact with the dark green material, and even cracked and cracked visible to the naked eye like glass. The creepy, dank mysterious power actually penetrated the defense of the high-ranking Knight's Eagle Medal!
Hit! Griffith hurriedly mobilized the psychic energy in his body. The characteristics of the Spellbreaker will greatly weaken the effects of magical power...
"Ah!" Griffith screamed as the spellbreaker's power unfolded. He couldn't even make a sound, he just let out a broken and shrill scream in his heart.
This blow actually hit the soul directly.
Ignore shields and ignore magic resistance! Is this the power of high-level sealed objects? ? Griffith's eyes suddenly darkened and he fell heavily from the saddle.
"boom!"
Griffith learned riding skills from an early age under the leadership of his father and brother. After joining the army, he became a lancer with the highest technical standards among the cavalry. Even if he fell off the horse, he could still control his balance.
However, this time, half of his seven souls and six souls flew away, and the whole world was spinning above his head. Groups of stars flew past the eyes, evaporating with reason.
The sound of two dice hitting the ground tore a crack in my head. He saw the dark world and his whole body was shaking.
Okay, so uncomfortable...
Me, who am I? where am I……
Extreme cramping and nausea spurted from my stomach. Griffith began to vomit violently, vomiting into the command helmet until he couldn't breathe.
He struggled to turn over, threw away the helmet filled with vomit, wiped his face and gasped for air. No matter how hard he tried, he could only crawl while dragging his body.
My body is so sluggish! My feet, my feet can't stand up!
Griffith was horrified, he was helplessly pulling at it, and accidentally touched the pendant on his collar. A familiar and extremely intimate tenderness flows down the fingertips and goes straight into the heart.
It was a forest of red leaves in autumn. The refreshing aroma could not be told where it came from, but the evocative nostalgia brought good memories bit by bit and soothed his soul.
…
"Feel the pain, butcher of Bjerland."
Anton came slowly. He rubbed the ring on his finger, his face was extremely pale, and he looked even more crazy with excitement and excitement.
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge crack suddenly appeared out of thin air not far away. The air was torn apart without warning, and there was lightless darkness inside.
Pattorion, wearing strange gloves, emerges from the darkness and appears on the battlefield. Odus followed him, and as soon as he left the rift, he opened a strange ancient book, knelt down on the ground devoutly, and sang excitedly to the sky. Then, he slit his wrists and spilled his blood on the ground without hesitation.
The dark red blood had already turned into a dark ink color in the air before it hit the ground. When it fell to the ground, it twitched and crawled like a worm, and then burrowed into the ground. After the solid sand blended into the black blood, it quickly became barren and dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then transformed into a sticky, muddy swamp. The surrounding plants withered quickly, and even the birds and insects in the sky fell down and sank into the mud in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, this place had become a swamp filled with stench and darkness. Under the rolling black quagmire, something was squirming violently and was about to break out of the ground at any time.
This is black mud, a strange substance that once appeared in Raven, along with the army of undead. Griffith sensed that there were a large number of root-like tentacles spreading crazily under the black mud. There was an abyss-like unreachable fear hidden in the deep dark space. The thick darkness was so filthy that it made people despair. , but there is a feeling that the depression has reached the extreme, and life will erupt at any time.
Finally, the surging black mud exploded large and small bubbles like exploding slurry. When the bubbles burst, green light flickered faintly.
At this time, the movement under the black mud became more and more intense, and the soil was slowly arched up, forming a huge low hill. An extremely chaotic monster finally emerged from the ground.
It is like a huge suspended sphere with a diameter of more than three meters. A bloody mouth full of fangs and a ferocious gray one-eye occupy the sphere that is both the head and the torso. Under its body, there are more than a dozen tentacles as thick as wrists supporting the ground. There are also several tentacles covered with black scales extending out from behind the nightmarish deformed brain. The end of each tentacle has a mouthpart that drips mucus like a sucker.
This is the chaotic creature "Chaos Beast" recorded in the General History of Magic, an existence as old as the dragon. Since the first era when human civilization penetrated into every corner of the world, these monsters have gradually disappeared from human sight along with legendary monsters such as dragons, Behemoths, and unicorns.
Their natural ability to float reduces their weight slightly, but their bodies remain strong and compact, with shells as hard as steel. Their one eye possesses powerful innate abilities. They can control the shooting of petrifying rays, control earth, fire or water, and even possess the powerful will of telepathy.
This ancient monster was driven by Aldus and locked onto Griffith as soon as it appeared. The huge one-eyed eye flashes with a terrifying light and will shoot out at any time.
Demon hunter Anton approached: "The citizens of Odessa that you destroyed are waiting for you in the Quiet Place."
Patolion seemed to be exhausted, but he also drew his sword and surrounded him from the other side:
"Accept the pain, from now on,
"You have no escape."
