Invisible spiritual energy raged in the air, and a gust of wind blew up on the already desolate ruins of the city-state of Annock, which actually gave people the illusion that the vitality of the earth was being drained away.
Tarkin Amon looked down at his feet and saw that the few moss and thorns were rapidly withering. Erza has evacuated, and he must face the hand of a god alone.
"My authority, nostalgia turns into sorrow, is invincible. Even demigods cannot escape the fate of withering!" Naila crossed her arms and looked at the extraordinary elf in front of her with some enjoyment, "Even without the Sacrifice of the Chosen One A miracle, and I am unstoppable. Your teammates have left, and no one can save you."
He stood there with his bare hands, staring at Amon with satisfaction, as if he was the king who dominated life, and his words and deeds could wipe out his enemies.
"I have only learned about the demigods of the undead path in literature. This is my first time encountering them in actual combat. To be honest, I am not very sure," Amon replied unhurriedly, "The followers of the King of the Undead have the ability to reverse life. With the ability to die, people within your domain will accelerate aging, lose hair, and atrophy muscles until their bones and flesh turn into ashes. This power cannot be resisted, and even demigods will fall."
Naira's eyes turned serious. He was puzzled to find that the elf collector in front of him spoke for a long time, but showed no signs of weakening or withering at all. He had a handsome face, firm eyes, and full of energy.
Even if Griffith was in the realm of nostalgia and sorrow, he was greatly weakened in a few seconds. However, Tarkin Amon remained as unconcerned as chatting with a friend.
"Even if you are a demigod, you are still bound to a mortal body," Amon continued. "No matter how powerful the protection and blessings are, flesh and blood are still flesh and blood, and perfect defense does not exist."
"What do you want? Amon." Naila had already realized the danger. Just when he was about to leave, his head suddenly went numb, everything became slow, and his hands and feet moved like a dancing puppet. , moving funny and slowly.
This is! ! !
Naila's body flashed with rays of light instantly. The magic jewelry he wore began to automatically defend, trying to lift the restrictions. However, his arms and shoulders were still extremely sluggish, and the joints were as stiff as if they were wrapped in plaster. At the same time, he heard strange noises of unknown origin.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A really weird sound seemed to come out of his chest and beat hard on his brain.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
On the ruined streets that have become riddled with ravines due to weathering and corrosion, shadows like dark ropes are writhing. They were like monsters that had just awakened from sleep, spreading crazily and wrapping themselves around the hand of the undead god.
"There is no doubt about the power of the demigod's authority, but the more powerful it becomes, the more absurd it becomes," Amon whispered. "The radiation of your power is limited by distance. The radius of the scope of action seems to be twenty meters, or three meters." Ten meters. In order to exert the power of the god, you have to get close to the enemy and expose yourself as a mortal to the enemy. This is your weakness."
Tarkin Amon completely ignored Naira's authority. He raised his hand and pointed: "It is obviously the power of God, but it is bound by such a skin. Children who put on the armor of heroes will not become heroes, they will only be crushed. It's ridiculous.
"Naira von Kwai Mantha, remember with your soul
"Human beings have limits!"
The ground made of boulders suddenly boiled, and dark shadows the size of a child's arm spewed out. They grabbed Naira's hands and feet in the blink of an eye, quickly spread throughout the body, and dragged them towards Amon's body at the same time!
A gleam of severity flashed in Naila's horrified eyes. At the same time, two huge worms burst out of the ground in the distance.
They are the black giant silkworm and the giant suture monster. The former's weird and twisted little head is almost filled with mouthparts densely covered with fine teeth, and is covered by a black rubber-like carapace. It supports itself with dense and short legs, squirming in a funny and terrifying way.
As soon as this monster emerged from the ground, it sprayed a ball of dark green juice at Amon. The moment it came into contact with the robe, it corroded and was more fierce than fire.
Amon struggled hurriedly in the package of juice, trying to get rid of his robe and clothes, but the dark green juice was more terrifying than the acid. In the blink of an eye, it burned the elf's skin and emitted thick, choking smoke.
At the same time, the Stitch Monster threw the bone chain, wrapped it around Naira and dragged him backward to avoid the dangerous area. As soon as Naila landed, a magic circle lit up on the ground, and a group of skeleton warriors armed with swords and shields and necromancers holding wands crawled out of the ground and surrounded him.
"Parasite worm, control this elf's mind!" Naila did not dare to be careless and ordered the black worm loudly, "until he is completely burned by the acid."
The giant black insect immediately ejected a long meat tube from its mouth, with sharp bone spurs at the tip, shooting straight at the elf and inserting it into the body that was being corroded by the acid.
Amon, who was tumbling in the acid, suddenly stopped. He grabbed the flesh tube of the parasitic worm with his left hand, and with a wave of his right hand, the straw inserted into his body broke into two pieces, and the green juice fell to the ground.
"Huh?" Naila couldn't help but take half a step back.
This is a strong acid that can corrode even metal. The clothes and flesh on Amon's body had been burned away.
A pale body appeared in the rolling white eyes that gradually subsided.
"He" has puppet-like elbow joints, knees and arms, and his body is dripping with pus like dripping wax. Under the burned face was the face of a weird doll.
Amon raised his hand, wiped the pus all over his face, and then raised his head. His face was as smooth as an egg, without skin or flesh, and the corners of his mouth were cracked to the base of his ears, revealing a lifeless face like a doll. He looked at Naila with his empty, lifeless eyes, monotonous and emotionless. The voice whispered:
"The flesh and blood are bitter and weak..."
…
I felt Naira’s breath.
Griffith looked into the distance. The bone ring was filled with strange spiritual energy fluctuations, allowing him to truly sense the spiritual energy of the hand of God.
Erza is already nearby and can come to join them at any time. The three members on the opposite side also gathered together.
"Their combination is really tricky. If you're not careful, the mantra will strip you of your strength and advantage. Being approached by that bear is no joke."
Both sides suffered injuries after the first round of confrontation, and both briefly retreated to the bunker to recover. After receiving support from teammates who used the power of power, the combat effectiveness of the opponent immediately rose to a higher level, and even Griffith and the other three felt in danger.
"Our enemies are the druids, the 'Truth Speaker' of the Sovereign Path, and a transcendent disguised as a ranger. I am the only ranger who accepts the orders of Queen Silver Moon and Starlight," Galadia said, "I It is speculated that she is the Sequence 6 'Recorder' of the forging pathway and has the ability to imitate other pathways."
"Isn't that similar to the wizard's magic?" Griffith asked, "Magic can also simulate abilities in various ways."
Miss Elf shook her head:
Gu/span> "There is still a slight difference. The record officer is already among the extraordinary, but the number of other mysterious ways that can be used is still very limited. This is not the case with wizards. The knowledge mastered by Sequence 8 scholars can be accessed by more than a dozen A different kind of power.”
Griffith took a deep breath.
Just simulating one or two mysteries can bring unexpected power in battle. So, how powerful Aaron, who is prophesied to bring balance to the forces of light and darkness, must be. If he received a miracle and had unimaginable spiritual blessings, wouldn't he be invincible?
Griffith was at a complete disadvantage in his first encounter with Aaron. Today, although he has become a war knight who can restrain spellcasters, the restraint of characteristics has limitations and a time limit...
The core factor that limits Aaron's strength is psychic energy or magic, which may be why he searched for the Philosopher's Stone in the ruins of the Whispering Forest.
Once he has passed the stage of superman and has miracles, he can always be blessed by prophecy and divination, with the perception of a ranger, the agility of a demon hunter, the stealth of an assassin and the shield of a paladin, with a body like a berserker, The Druid is as powerful as the Juggernaut, with the range control of the Plague Knight and the mysterious deprivation of the Terror Knight. Every word is a mantra. He travels through the cracks in the plane like an Astral Knight, surrounded by countless undead and... Summon an army!
Isn’t this invincible!
Isn't this the ultimate creature? How could it be possible to win? Why does the message brought by Pilotis require me to defeat him! ?
This problem is simply unsolvable. Griffith can only hope that Miss Shoggoth's words are not necessary, or there is something wrong. In short, he should not be forced to face the invincible savior before he thinks of a way.
Anyway, he and Shoggoth were not familiar with each other. It was their first meeting, so who knew whether these words were true or false. Although Pilotis generously gave him two Chosen One emblems, for this impossible thing, Griffith could only use one of his tricks:.
in spite of!
Pilotis and I are not familiar with each other! It's better to kill the enemy in front of you first. As long as Galadia is the one who gets the miracle in the end, does that still matter to Aaron? !
"Hahaha, hahahaha!" As soon as he thought of this, Griffith became energetic and laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" The elf lady sitting next to him pulled his hand in confusion, "Is there anything good you can do?"
"I laugh at myself for being so mediocre and at the end of the road for the group opposite. The record officer lady was the most seriously injured. Even if she drinks the magic potion, she won't be able to fully recover in a while. She still has at most 40% of her combat strength," the knight said with a grin. , "As long as I kill their injured record officer with one attack, the outcome will be..."
Before Griffith could finish his thought of killing one first, he suddenly saw the ferocious furbolg transforming into a human form under the ruins on the opposite side. He turned into a man and rolled around and changed positions. The druid then chanted a spell loudly, and a light green and refreshing light flew out and floated towards the hiding place of the injured Miss Recorder.
This is the druid's rejuvenation!
Even though he was hundreds of meters away, Griffith could feel that the wound injured by Han Guang quickly stopped bleeding and healed, and even Miss Recorder's mental state improved significantly.
Ah, this! well……
Griffith sighed heavily.
"After all, this is a battle for the chosen one, and it won't be easy to win~ Druid can heal the body and mind, this is expected," Galadia looked at Griffith's depressed head, I couldn't help but reached out and touched his head, "Although I'm not a druid, there are similar blessings in the elves' talents."
"I never thought there would be such a thing..."
"Of course," Miss Elf nodded seriously, her cheeks still a little red, "Didn't I spend time with you? It can drive away bad luck and bring good luck!"
"I always thought it was your cute little excuse to kiss me..."
"It's not okay!" the elf girl shouted anxiously.
Griffith thought about it and had a good idea: "I know how to deal with them!"
"What's going on?" Galadia asked.
"I'll go out to fight them alone, and you'll cover me here."
"It's a bit dangerous," Miss Elf nodded, "Then what?"
"After fighting for a while, I'll come back for a kiss. Well, no, I'm asking you for a blessing!"
"..."
"Until they are exhausted!"
"..."
Galadia couldn't help but help her forehead: "Griffith, your understanding of blessings is a little wrong..."
Before she could finish her words, Erza suddenly rolled and jumped into their bunker, startling the two people who were conspiring loudly.
"I heard it!" The officer's sister's eyes sparkled, and she hugged Miss Elf's waist, "I want to kiss you too, okay, blessing!"
"It has nothing to do with you! Go away!" Galadia raised her hand to push him away anxiously.
"I'll swap with you!"
"Exchange for what?"
"This!" Erza hugged Galadia tightly and didn't let go. She kissed her pretty face and turned to ask the knight, "Griffith, are you okay?"
"Hoar, roar!" To provide you with the fastest blood tax update, Chapter 53: Jushi is not a small good, but a big good! Free to read. :.
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