"That's enough for you!" Galadia stopped Griffith and Erza, "Amon is still facing the Hand of God alone, and more enemies will arrive at any time."
"Then what do you think we should do?"
"Press up!" Miss Elf said confidently, "We have high-speed knights with strong resistance, and huntresses who are among the best in melee combat. It is completely unnecessary for us to fight against the opponent under my long-range attack.
"This is a melee of the chosen ones. Everyone has rare abilities and sealed objects. Other teams will interfere at any time. The battle must be short and the enemy cannot be allowed to use all its power."
Galadia entered meditation, and Griffith and Erza immediately got a picture in their minds - in a large area with Miss Elf as the center, the enemy's movement traces would be outlined by illusory lines. Presented in the field of vision, even if hidden behind the ruins, there is no hiding. The blind spots in the field of vision caused by complex terrain are immediately eliminated.
"Sure enough, there are other teams coming," Galadia's breath became louder: "Griffith, I need you to take a detour and silence their truth speakers. We attack and don't give them a chance to chant and recover. , crush them with speed and impact!"
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Under the night, the empty lost city seemed to be emitting an illusory scream. A black and purple light flashed among the ruins, and something evil and crazy came to this world.
This strange feeling passed quickly and everything became calm.
"Why haven't they come yet?" Baron Zeno said to himself. He is a descendant of a famous family in Beyelan, and there is a small amount of elven inheritance in the family bloodline. In his generation, he somehow awakened the ability of the druid.
He is young, but has rich experience and extraordinary courage. He believes that there is nothing to fear in the world.
This is a melee for the chosen ones. It is different from the battle between large armies and the battle between low-level extraordinary people. The rhythm should be extremely fast. The dominant side will inevitably launch continuous assaults to ensure that the disadvantaged side has no time to adjust and recover.
The strength of extraordinary beings cannot be underestimated, and there are endless means of defense, rescue, and escape. However, in high-intensity pursuit battles, they will be gradually crushed due to losses and lack of replenishment.
The Druid team was slightly disadvantaged in the previous confrontation, and the team led by the opposite ranger should attack as soon as possible.
What were the neighing and visions just now? Is the opponent preparing some powerful moves?
The more the druid thought about it, the more he realized that this was the case, and hurriedly reminded: "Prepare the mantra to suppress their abilities after contact!"
The tactics of the three of them were to change from druid to furbolg, and fight in close combat with the remote support simulated by the record officer. Relying on their tyrannical bodies and powerful combat skills, very few Beyonders can withstand the furbolg's stormy combos in hand-to-hand combat; if there are powerful spellcasters or auxiliary personnel on the opposite side, the Truth Speaker will weaken or weaken them at the first opportunity. Confinement.
This is a team with a high error tolerance and a complete configuration. In the previous battle, reconnaissance familiars have been scattered nearby, making full alert preparations.
But all that came from the Echo Crystal was an unsettling rustling sound. Something interfered with their communication.
Here they come!
There was an explosion that tore through the air, traveling along the ripples of psychic energy and reaching into the soul, causing a terrifying tremor.
Battlefield communications were cut off... The druid vaguely saw crimson lightning and ferocious black shadows passing through the ruins, as fast as a nightmare!
"Eugene! They are coming towards you!" The Druid shouted to the Truth Speaker with a howl that could be heard throughout the ruins, regardless of the risk of exposure, "They can interfere!"
It's too late!
A silver-white star rose from the ruins. When it rose into the air, it suddenly exploded, releasing a blinding light.
The team of druids, recorders, and truth-sayers hiding behind the ruins were dazzled by them for a moment.
Galadia rushed out from behind the cover. She bent her knees slightly, raised her arms like a swan spreading its wings, and released the bow in her hand, as gracefully as a dancer offering her steps.
"Please see the true power of Silver Moon and Starlight Families."
Before the long bow and arrows landed, two exquisite silver war blades appeared in her hands.
These are the sealed objects she holds - the "Shining Morning Star" and the "Far-Traveling Evening Star".
"Shining Morning Star" can teleport her regardless of the terrain, and after arriving at the target location, her attack and movement speed will be greatly increased for a short time.
She had already locked the location of the Truth Speaker, suddenly appeared and caught him. Strong winds immediately enveloped them.
"Stop her, stop her! Where is your mantra!" Miss Recorder shouted anxiously as she saw the assistant in her team being caught.
The truth speaker's eyes widened in horror. He wanted to utter the order to prohibit the transmission, but an inexplicable force imprisoned his mind. The truth was on his lips, but he could not say it.
He was silenced!
The Truth Speaker is not a wizard, but there is clearly an invisible force that is stifling the development of his spiritual powers, preventing him from using his abilities. The whole world seemed to be thundering in the ears, nothing could be heard, only messy crackling sounds.
"The Traveling Evening Star" has been launched. The Truth Speaker saw the tall and graceful figure roll up his beautiful woolen cloak, and fell into a monotonous gray world, ignoring the barriers of buildings and terrain and flying out.
Both the Truthspeaker and the Ranger disappeared from view. However, everyone knows that the location where they appear must be near the powerful huntress.
"Zeno, save him!" the recorder shouted. She has lost all means of communication and can only communicate by shouting. She doesn't know if her companions heard her. But the captain, Baron Zeno, is a trustworthy partner and will definitely take action at this time.
Rays of light flashed around Miss Recorder, and the phantom of a man and horse with a bent bow and arrows, and wings on its back, shattered and disappeared behind her. At the same time, she took off the book from her waist and sang as fast as a shower:
“I come, I watch, I record!
"I recruit the power of the Templars!"
The image of a mighty knight took shape beside her, pointing towards the sky.
At the same time, Galadia appears with the Truth Speaker. Like a hunting falcon, she threw her prey at Erza who was ready to attack.
The two completed the alternation in an instant, and Erza stabbed the Truth Speaker with one shot.
"Shelter! In the name of the Holy Light!"
Miss Recorder, like a paladin of extraordinary rank, gave orders with unshakable momentum, and a pure gold shield suddenly covered the body of the truth speaker.
"Bang!"
Loud noises and thunderstorm-like flashes swept away with powerful shock waves. Erza's holy spear hit the solid shield, detonating a stormy wave of psychic energy explosion.
The Truth Speaker, who should have been instantly killed, escaped the fatal combo and began to sing:
"Huntress and Ranger join the competition! One minute!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a solid one-way barrier dropped out of thin air behind Erza and Galadia. Creatures outside could enter, but people inside could not escape.
"Ouch!" The furbolg was already coming over, beating his chest. He also activated teleportation and crashed into the space created by the mantra like a meteorite.
"boom!"
Under the impact of the earthquake, the earth cracked. Galadia and Erza, who were near the furbolg, were all slowed down by the impact and even felt dizzy.
"We succeeded!" Miss Recorder clenched her fists happily, "Zeno's melee combat is invincible!"
However, the furbolg that had already closed the distance with the ranger and huntress did not attack immediately for some reason. The truth speaker near him shouted in the direction of Miss Recorder in horror and waved his hands desperately, as if he was in a state of terror. An accident that destroyed the land.
What are these two idiots doing! Come on, Zeno, use your invincible combos... Oh!
From behind came a wail lingering in the dead silence. The world suddenly became dry and dark, leaving only the faint wailing and darkness. It was as if there was a pair of eyes shining with pale green light, staring at him emotionlessly.
Miss Recorder's whole body trembled, and her hair stood on end. She felt that her hearing, smell and vision were completely deprived, and some kind of fear rooted in primitive instincts screamed at her rationality.
There's danger, run!
well? Can't move my legs?
"I, I can't move?" Miss Recorder even lost the ability to speak. Although it didn't last long, she felt like she was truly deprived of everything in this world.
The vision suddenly faded away, and the world returned to movement and color without any warning. The wind howled, and an overwhelming amount of horse hooves rushed towards her.
"Bang!"
The Recorder was hit from the back by a war knight riding a skeletal horse, and flew out like a rag doll. The extraordinary perception and physique allowed her to truly hear the terrifying sound of shattering shields and bones at the last moment. Her internal organs and brain were violently shaking and squeezing, and hot liquid sprayed out from the throat.
"Stop, cease the war!"
Before Miss Recorder smashed into the rubble of the ruins, the extraordinary druid Baron Zeno raised a pair of bear claws and shouted heartbreakingly:
"No fight, no fight!"
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