The moment he was blocked by Commodus, Griffith's first reaction was not one of shock and fear, nor excitement, but on the contrary, it was very strange.
The timing is very delicate! If he had arrived half a minute earlier, Griffith would not have been able to take away Thelamis' emblem. If he had arrived half a minute late, he would have left the battlefield.
If Theramis himself was not very powerful, this would be a traditional knight. At the moment when a woman is most in danger, the hero appears, and there is no need to worry about anything anymore.
Griffith quickly glanced at Theramis lying on the ground and found that she was surprised but not too happy.
Tsk, this prince looks majestic and wants to be aboveboard, but he can't hide some of his thoughts!
Griffith quickly flashed a few thoughts and made a preliminary judgment on Prince Beyelan's plan. However, this short thought made his actions slow down.
"Won't you surrender?" the prince shouted coldly, "Then I will destroy you in the name of Holy Light."
Before he finished speaking, a sword wind swept over. The power of the Holy Sword of Enduil is really extraordinary. With one blow, Griffith's double shield showed signs of collapse.
He hurriedly met the enemy with Hanguang, but Commodus's second sword followed.
"Zheng——!"
The two holy swords clashed, splashing silver-white light in the dark night and buzzing at the same time. Hanguang, who had not yet unlocked the second layer of seal, was unable to resist, causing Griffith to retreat continuously.
After two battles, Griffith had consumed a lot of physical and spiritual energy. In order to hide his identity, Griffith did not bring an iconic weapon like the Blood Thorn, so he was at a disadvantage in all aspects.
The Enduil held by Commodus is a two-handed sword with a broad blade that can thrust and slash. It is more advantageous than Hanguang in a face-to-face confrontation, and every attack is as fast as lightning and as powerful as Ben Lei. He took advantage of the situation to spin around and strike, and the holy sword in his hand swept over like a windmill.
Griffith seemed not to be fighting anyone, but to contend with the fate of the Beyelan royal family. Just three swords were enough to withstand it.
In contrast, Commodus' powerful power was being spurted out from his limbs. He let out a proud shout, and N'Duiel even crooned excitedly!
Griffith, whose defense was broken by the three swords, failed to block the fourth blow. Enduil easily broke through his gauntlet and shoulder armor, leaving two deep bloody wounds. The violent spiritual energy attached there, burning the wound, making Griffith feel like the blood in his veins was boiling.
A smile flashed across Commodus' lips. He had realized that his opponent could not match his weapons, and his offensive became more fierce.
There was no loud noise, no sparks, just a rustle that split the air. Under Enduil's sharp edge, intermittent whining sounds resounded.
Hanguang is already overwhelmed. It has not unleashed its true power. In the short confrontation, it can no longer compete with the weapon that carries the fate of the kingdom. If it continues to fight, there is a risk of breaking.
"For a servant of darkness, you are beyond my expectations." Commodus chased after him, giving Griffith no chance to regain his strength. A series of attacks weaved a suffocating cage of death. The constant bombardment caused even the spiritual world to be stirred and torn apart, attracting certain beings.
Griffith vaguely heard strange indescribable whistling and melody, and something was watching him. However, his situation was extremely serious and he could not be distracted at all.
…
"That knight can't resist it anymore." On a rooftop a few hundred meters away, Aaron was watching the fierce battle below. "Commodus's strategy is very clear. He waits for the battle to be decided, and then he uses arbitration and protection. Come as a person and seize the emblem of the Chosen One."
"You can also try to offend future allies as little as possible," Holofu shook her head dissatisfied, "Obviously he is the supreme king, but he still wants to engage in some clandestine plots."
"But it is undeniably an effective strategy," Trotsky said. "Let him collect most of the emblems, and then defeat him personally in the final stage. In this way, the mysterious world and royal power will have to crawl under the control of Lord Aaron. Feet."
"It's really superficial." Belia commented expressionlessly.
Trotsky felt that his idea was reasonable and did not want to quarrel with the girls. He looked at Aaron eagerly, expecting him to respond to his point of view.
However, the reality disappointed him. Aaron did not respond to anyone, but walked straight towards the scene of the battle.
"Aaron, let's go with you!" Seeing him leaving, Holov hurriedly chased after him and shouted.
"You stay here," Aaron replied coldly, "the stage ahead is the stage for the chosen one."
The death knight has been suppressed. If the prince takes away the emblem, I can only admit the reality... Theramis did not do anything when he was lying on the ground. She struggled, took out some magic potion and drank it. After a while, she could escape into hiding again and join her companions not far away.
Uh, ah, it hurts so much, I broke my wrist and maybe two ribs. Theramis threw down the medicine bottle with a pale face, grabbed his crystal ball, and crawled towards the shadows.
Under the influence of expensive special medicine, her injuries are healing quickly and her psychic powers are also recovering. Such a drastic effect would inevitably damage her life, but the current situation was urgent and she could no longer care about it.
The fierce psychic collision that broke out in the north and south of the city an hour ago has actually subsided. There are several powerful psychic ripples leaving the battle and heading here.
…
"The victory has been decided."
Commodus cast his majestic gaze over. After the confrontation just now, his chest did not even rise at all, and his eyes seemed to have the wisdom of being aloof and insightful, and the ferocity of a bird of prey.
Griffiths silently put Hanguang back into the scabbard, pulled out Judgment, took out the Abyssal Bullet made of the Abyss Evil Iron and inserted it into the barrel of the gun. He stood as straight as a birch tree in front of the holy sword's edge. retreat.
A trump card used in desperation? I know the power of the musket very well. It is indeed useful against mortals, but it is only effective against mortals... Commodus snorted lightly, holding the big sword in his hand, and walked forward slowly at first, then turned into a trot, and in the blink of an eye it was A thunderous sudden attack struck at the death knight with a sword.
Just when Commodus was about to strike down, a majestic aura that no one dared to look up to was released. He saw the gloomy tower, and the judge holding a giant scythe locked up the frightened sinners and dragged them into the never-ending abyss.
Commodus stared at the black barrel of the gun in horror, and heard the echo of torture in his soul. A ball of fire burst out and roared towards him. In the trembling of his heart, he heard an angry shout.
"Sir, times have changed!"
The sound of gunfire echoed in the night sky, and fire, smoke, and an unstoppable barrage of dark-brown projectiles erupted, exploding into a swirling psychic vortex upon contact with Commodus' shield.
"What it is!"
Not far away, Theramis' beauty turned pale. She saw a terrifying shadow that definitely did not exist in this world. It was breaking through some kind of barrier with crazy and twisted tentacles. This shadow dampened her sanity and caused the echo of two dice falling to the ground.
Prince Commodus, who was shot from the front, was even more traumatized. Although the projectile exploded near him and did not break through the shield, he witnessed the horrifying vision head-on and fell to his knees directly.
What the hell did Roland give me!
Griffith was also taken aback. The Abyss Bomb caused almost no effective damage, but the shadow it showed was something truly creepy. This shot seemed to tear apart some kind of barrier, allowing a breath that was not of this world to seep in.
He didn't have time to hesitate, stretched out his hand towards a nearby horse that was implicated in Theramis' attack and died, and said:
"Horse, give me a horse!"
A skeletal army horse immediately climbed out of the mess on the ground and ran towards its owner. Griffith turned over and fled towards the north of the city.
Galadia is in that direction. She must have heard my cry for help and must join her as soon as possible. We already have three emblems and are in a very favorable situation, as long as... Ah Sneeze!
Griffith touched his nose and continued to gallop. Commodus and Theramis, who were frightened by the Abyssal Bomb, did not catch up. The various forces gathered nearby did not dare to approach easily because they were worried about the punishment of the Arcane Council.
"Cough cough cough!"
Griffith on horseback coughed violently. For an extraordinary person with a strong physique, he had forgotten the last time he had a cold and cough. When he was eight or ten years old, he had to eat canned yellow peaches to get better.
Canned yellow peaches can cure all diseases. I have decided to buy some tomorrow morning! Griffith ran wildly in the cold night wind, thinking wildly. After a while, he realized that his mental state was in an extremely bad state.
He felt dizzy, nauseous, his hands were weak, he was so groggy that he almost fell down on the horse, and subconsciously began to mutter to himself:
"Perhaps it's because I'm too exhausted from the continuous fighting, or maybe it's the blood loss caused by the battle with Commodus. I need to check it carefully later, cough cough cough!"
Griffith was horrified to find that his cold symptoms were becoming more and more severe. His body was cold, sore and weak, and then he coughed violently. He lost his balance and fell off the Skeleton Army's horse.
Oops, I was careless!
Griffith watched as the skeletal army horse disintegrated in front of him. His psychic energy was drying up at an alarming rate, and he couldn't even sustain the undead.
This is, this is the attack of the chosen one! I've been set up!
Griffith looked like he had just climbed out of an ice cave, his whole body shaking uncontrollably, and his coughing became more and more violent and heartbreaking. His strong lungs were like a broken bellows, and he let out a desperate and shrill scream. .
Somewhere in the air, he felt a familiar aura.
Naila was looking at the prostrate and struggling knight in the shadows, smiling, and strangling his throat little by little with a life-threatening noose.
"Embrace the darkness, fake."
