Griffith opened his arms, hugged her slender waist, and kissed Galadia deeply, his hands unconsciously caressing her delicate curves. Even though he is separated by a short cloak and light armor, he can still feel the wonderful touch of smooth and delicate silk, and the intoxicating fragrance is simply refreshing. The elf pushed gently in his arms, and his slightly rapid breathing filled the air with vitality and freshness.
"Someone is watching~"
"Yes, that's right." Griffith licked his lips and relaxed his embrace. "I was involved in a series of disasters. After defeating the Chosen One, I was intercepted by Commodus, and then contracted a strange disease. , cough, dizziness, fatigue..."
"I can feel it," Miss Elf turned around, leaning against her knight, facing the direction where Naira was hiding, "The one who attacks you first is Theramis the Chosen One. I heard she is the oldest A member of the Assassin family, the sealed artifacts he controls possess the terrifying power of almost the God of Death, and can continuously cause abnormal and fatal disasters around the target.
"Your illness is caused by a high-level sealed object in the plague pathway. It is most likely a weapon that Naira obtained from the ruins of the Sea of Chaos that you explored before. It can unknowingly infect the enemy with a variety of diseases, weakening the body, Speed and concentration can also interrupt skills and accelerate the loss of psychic energy. If there is no targeted restraint, the accumulated diseases will explode after a certain period of time, severely damaging the target.
"I have just purified the infection and disease from your body. Naira is there, and I can capture his breath. If he were not in a hurry to keep you, he would have let the disease lurk and create a higher level that is not easy to solve. A more powerful malady.”
Griffith wiped off the garbage on his body, poured himself a bottle of magic potion, and followed Miss Elf's guidance to cast his gaze towards a tower in the dark night.
"I got two emblems," Griffith said. "Nara is very dangerous. Prince Commodus will arrive soon. It's better for us to retreat for now."
"Okay~ What a good start! But they shouldn't let us retreat so easily. The chosen ones have gathered here, your identity..."
"I have been prepared for this." Griffith's voice began to become delicate and sweet.
"What's wrong with you? Ugh - pervert" Galadia was startled and punched his arm.
At this time, the pebbles on the ground bounced. Prince Commodus passed over the eaves of a house, holding a big sword, and landed dozens of meters away like a meteorite.
The prince waved his cloak and stood up, his majestic aura overwhelming him. He noticed Naira's aura, saw Erza who had just killed Diaz, and his eyes stayed on Griffith and Galadia.
From Commodus' perspective, Miss Elf is in a position to cover the Death Knight. Given his position, he had indeed heard the vague rumors coming from Canaan. The only legal heir of the Villanoy family seemed to be related to the death knight in one way or another.
Not only that, another chosen one, Erza Valkyrie, seemed to be on that side, and had just killed an extraordinary demon hunter who had strayed in. Commodus' knowledge of her was also limited. He knew that she had served in the Eastern Legion and had no prominent family background. She was very talented. Ms. Edina, one of the twelve members of the Arcane Council and the "Guardian of Order," cared for her very much. .
The identities and information of the 24 selected persons are not complete. Before starting tonight's operation, Commodus just quickly reviewed the information available at hand. As for Erza, he didn't even understand why she was on the list.
"Please leave from there, Miss Villanoy, Miss Valkyrie," the prince said, "This evil apostle is my prey. By protecting him, you are challenging the rules set by the Arcane Council."
The prince raised his sword and pointed at Griffith: "Take off your helmet, reveal your face, and surrender to me, otherwise you will be punished by heaven."
Galadia didn't pay attention to the prince at all, but instead gave him a bored, cold look that elves often showed at diplomatic meetings and banquets. As for Erza, she was leaving Diaz, who was lying on the ground, spinning her arc-wound spear, occupying a very advantageous high ground.
Fight, fight—! Theramis's eyes widened, staring at the scene of the confrontation between the five people through the crystal ball. The death knight who took her emblem held the dark and deep helmet with his obedient hands and slowly took it off:
"Good evening, Your Highness," Griffith said with the appearance and voice of Laura de Lockhaft, "I cannot accept the title of Evil Apostle."
The air was stagnant for a moment. Prince Commodus stared at "Launa"'s face and was speechless for a long time.
"Your Highness, join hands with me," Naila's distant voice came from the darkness, "and together we will expose the identity of this forgery."
"Why would I join forces with someone who's hiding out?"
Naila's answer was to throw a very small object and shoot it towards Diaz at an alarming speed. The extraordinary demon hunter who had died suddenly twitched violently, his body folded at an incredible angle like a stick insect, and a miserable green liquid spewed out.
In the blink of an eye, Diaz's clothes and armor were corroded by the strong acid-like liquid into pieces that emitted white smoke. Under the swollen muscle tissue, something was violently expanding and spreading throughout his body.
"Attack and destroy this creature!" Erza suddenly said, and at the same time, the holy spear in her hand roared out and hit Diaz's body directly.
"Bang!"
The body of the extraordinary demon hunter in the midst of the mutation exploded into a pile of smelly flesh and blood. However, after these flesh and blood fell on the ground, they twisted like worms, gathered together crazily, and finally turned into a giant cocoon with a large number of protruding blood vessels that kept pulsing.
A crazy and twisted life is gestating.
Naira's voice echoed in the night sky, making it impossible to capture his exact location: "Your Highness, what we are about to arrive at is a new world that surpasses any previous world, and we must lead mankind to break free from this skin and obtain Eternal happiness and exaltation, God.”
"Lucius Aurelius Commodus Antoninus, this old world is about to be destroyed, and you will be crowned king."
Inhuman screams came from the giant cocoon of flesh and blood. Then, this abnormal thing made a tearing sound, splitting huge cracks that sprayed green liquid. A pungent smell of amniotic fluid spurted out.
"Garadia, Laura, get out of here!" Erza shouted immediately.
Before she finished speaking, an alien monster jumped out from inside.
"The son of Domon will annihilate the Huntress. Your Highness, I will leave the capture of the counterfeit to you." Naira's breath and voice disappeared together. Leaving the horrific monster he had cultivated at the scene.
Diaz, a former demon hunter, could no longer discern humanoid features. Instead, there is a three-meter-tall, dragon-shaped outline with petal-like mouthparts densely covered with fine teeth. A layer glowing with obsidian light, a metallic exoskeleton attached to his body. Its limbs are like forked branches, and its fingers are sharp, slender, and extremely sharp. A bone tail darker than the abyss trailed behind him, chained with a sharp bone spear.
This is a monster that has completely degenerated and abandoned its human attributes. Its primitive, brutal and crazy aura destroys the minds of all witnesses like a needle prick.
"Bang!"
Erza threw her second blow. However, the lightning-quick shot only opened a large hole in the ground, and the terrifying monster dodged the attack with amazing agility.
The monster raised its long and ferocious head, making low rustling sounds towards Erza, and endless mucus flowed from its mouthparts. In an instant, a shrill howl sounded in the air, and the son of Domon fell to the ground on all fours, turning into a shadow.
So fast?
Erza was surprised for a moment. Suddenly, an ugly face appeared in front of her, and bone claws comparable to blades roared towards her.
The huntress dodged sideways, grabbing the incoming limb as a habit, preparing to use joint techniques to lock it back. However, as soon as she made contact, an amazing force shook her hand away. Immediately afterwards, the thick bone tail came towards the head like a hurricane.
Griffith suddenly felt dizzy. He seemed to have passed through some kind of tunnel that was not of this world. The scenery outside remains unchanged, but stripped of color, leaving only gray outlines.
In an instant, Griffith returned to his own world again. Galadia was right next to him, grabbing his arm and moving him a few hundred meters using teleportation.
"We are going to support Erza!" Griffith could barely see the movements of the monsters in the distance. The thing moved at an astonishing speed, and its screams, as sharp as a ghost's cry, resounded through the night sky.
"This is not an enemy we can fight against!" Galadia shouted.
Suddenly, she raised her hand and pushed Griffith aside. She turned around under the strong wind, bent her bow, and shot a beam of starlight towards the rushing Prince Commodus.
Just as Griffith was about to go up to help, he heard a loud noise. Erza flew out from a roof. She held her hands in front of her body, and her fine gauntlets were covered with fine cracks.
The huge figure of the son of Domon sank downwards, and the astonishing explosive force caused the entire roof to shatter into rubble. It was actually faster than Erza, and it flashed behind her in the blink of an eye, lashing it with its whip-like bone tail.
"boom!"
There was a flash of light on Erza's body, and the defensive shield disintegrated under the attack, crashing into the residential area like a meteor. The son of Domon swooped down, his deformed limbs crawling on the ground among the ruins, roaring and smashing through walls, crushing towards the huntress.
Damn it, who am I supposed to help?
Griffith felt like his soul was being hung up and tortured. It is necessary to protect Galadia, but she is flickering smartly to contain the holder of the Holy Sword of Enduil. Both sides are very powerful and equipped with weapons of legendary level, and they are evenly matched in a short period of time.
On the other side, the seemingly heavy body of the son of Domon was chasing the front of light and shadow at an unimaginable speed. They fought from the sky to the ground, breaking down walls and houses along the way. Erza, who had always been strong, was actually suppressed.
Griffith mobilized the power of Death Coil, and before he could decide which target to project towards, a clear and holy echo suddenly came from the night sky.
The soul-cleansing whirlpool overwhelmed the roar of the monsters and the hum of the clash of swords and halberds. Even Galadia and Commodus, who were fighting fiercely, slowed down the pace of the battle.
A familiar breath is rising towards the starry sky. Griffith looked up and saw Erza suspended in the air in a way that surpassed common sense, and bright halos spread out in the throbbing world.
Half of her face was stained red with blood, half of her breastplate was broken, and the wounds on her body, large and small, dyed her uniform the same color as her red hair.
The ferocious monster is wandering on the ground. Although it cannot fly, it can also attack targets in the air by jumping with full force or projecting a bone gun.
Erza's usual holy spear was gone. However, as she raised her hand to hold it, a dazzling light condensed in her hand.
At the same time, the blood on her body was evaporating, the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the armor and clothes on her body also turned into little starlight and dissipated.
The beams were buzzing, eager to shatter everything into atoms.
A pair of huge snow-white wings spread out from the exposed back. Erza, who was hanging in the air, was all white and crystal clear. She had no armor, and only a white and simple robe or skirt-like light mist surrounded her.
"hiss--!"
The son of Domon let out a provocative roar, opened his mouth, and a dark bone spur immediately burst out of the air, making a roar that tore the air, grazing Erza's cheek and reaching into the sky.
Dark clouds swirled in the sky and thunder rolled. Erza looked down at all living beings in a dazzling posture, surrounded by lightning and storms.
There is no emotion in her always proud and smart eyes, as if she is the executor of divine will, making people dare not look directly at her. As the red lips slightly opened, the shuddering words spread in the dark night:
"Mythical creature Liberator, bombardment form unfolds——"
Erza hovered over the battlefield, her words sounding the horn of destruction. His flawless hand grasped the beam tightly and threw it downwards.
The arc of light gun roared and fell towards the monster.
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