"I accept your truce." Galadia caught the Truth Speaker and blocked his mouth. "The Truth Speaker stays here. You can help your companions, then leave the emblem and leave as soon as possible. Elu Sha, be careful, I think the smell here is weird."
"I'll pay attention," the huntress looked around warily, "Wait, I think I heard something."
"Have it?"
Galadia and Erza were on guard while disarming each other and seizing the emblem.
Without the special protection provided by the emblem, the chosen ones would be unable to withstand the unseen and insane power of Anok's ruins. However, the further away from the core area, the more the invisible damage attenuates. With the blessing of equipment and abilities, the losing party will still have a high probability of escaping from its current position by retreating at full speed.
If he hadn't escaped... this would have been a fight, and it was expected that he would be buried in the wilderness.
The druid began to use rejuvenation and potions to heal his companions.
The recorder's bones and internal organs were shattered by the high-speed collision of the knight and the horse, and he would die at any time; the Truth Speaker has been controlled. If the druid wants to take risks after saving his teammates' lives, Galadia doesn't mind killing him three-on-one.
The main danger is the naira. I don’t know where this dangerous Hand of God is, and there is no news about Amon who is fighting with him...
According to the tactical arrangement, Griffith rode the skeletal horse and slowly retreated into the shadows. If a new battle broke out, he would once again use his powerful mobility and concealment capabilities to make a surprise attack.
He also felt something was strange.
After calming down from the passion and tension of the battle, he was left with a strange and different feeling——
Griffith made a wide range of detours, suppressed the enemy's communications, and captured the position of the recorder, and launched an attack. When the two sides approached a certain distance, he felt that the target had been captured by him and could not escape, so he It was locked on the impact path as if it were stagnant.
It is common for people who face the charge of heavy cavalry to be frightened by the momentum and unable to move due to fear. Even if they can still move, they often cannot escape the impact of high-speed cavalry. However, the situation just now was completely different.
In Griffith's view, the Recorder was trapped in a psychic or mysterious cage in some sense. An invisible energy field grabbed her from the air, depriving her of the ability to sense and act.
This is a completely different form of power from physical attacks and terror techniques.
Griffith clenched his fists, trying to sense the power again. Soon, he heard vague murmurs, and his body was immersed in strange ups and downs as if sinking into the deep sea. Parts of the vague gibbering became clear and identifiable, bringing novel occult knowledge.
He has mastered new extraordinary abilities——
Choke. The War Knight can use psychic powers to squeeze the opponent's throat at medium to short range, lift or pull the target, interrupt skills, suffocate or even break the neck. As the knight becomes more powerful, he can use this ability against enemies at greater distances. The extraordinary ability "Chokehold" has a high priority and is exempt from most silence and skill control. It is difficult to resist. Strong emotions such as passion, murderous intent and anger will enhance this power.
Stasis Cage (Domain). The War Knight creates a powerful psychic barrier that surrounds the target. The target placed within it will be deprived of its five senses and lose its judgment and ability to act. The extraordinary ability "Stasis Cage" has a higher domain priority than high priority, and is immune to most silences and skill controls. Only truly powerful and determined heroes can contend with it.
Griffith's mind was shaking and stirring. He suddenly felt that there was a special atmosphere permeating the air of Anok City-State. The dangerous characteristics permeating it were strengthening his power and eroding the unknown barriers of Sequence 5 of the Spellbreaker Path.
The war knight's new power is growing!
Ten minutes later, Amon still hadn't come back, and Naila hadn't appeared either. Baron Zeno, who was sweating profusely, initially controlled the injuries of his teammates and began to remove his emblem honestly.
Seeing that her opponent kept his promise, Galadia also released the Truth Speaker: "Baron Zeno, I will pray to the Silver Moon and Starlight Goddess to give you safety and mental blessings, and protect you from leaving here smoothly."
Druid and his teammates made a simple stretcher and put the record officer on it who was already extremely angry. Although he was out, he didn't look very sad and spoke calmly:
"Thank you for your kindness and kindness, Miss Elf. If I have time, I would like to exchange my views on the future of Beyelan and Canaan with you. However, now we have to run for our lives, and Yulia cannot stand in this state. how long."
Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something: "There is something I feel I must say -
"Before I went to war with you, I met Prince Commodus,
"We wanted to challenge, but the prince's situation is very strange."
This druid talks a lot, but he is not a bad person... Galadia asked: "Why is it strange?"
"He kept mumbling words that sounded like traitors, thieves, and robbers. His face was as gloomy as the Black Mountain, which scared us away. The two teammates around him looked very frightened, even desperate. "," Druid said, "The news of the king's attack must have made him very uneasy, but he looked like he was rushing to sign a contract with the abyss."
"He doesn't have many emblems in his hand," Erza asked doubtfully, "Is it because he didn't notice you at all?"
"He definitely discovered us," the Truth Speaker on the side added, "He just ignored it, as if our emblem was completely unimportant, and headed straight into the darkness."
Everyone looked to the southeast, to the high mountains surrounded by snowy peaks and clouds. In the desolate night, this ancient mountain peak looks even more mysterious and ferocious.
The howling wind was like a strange flute sound, calling for something.
"We have to say goodbye. I wish you good luck." The druid and his companions were about to leave and bid farewell to the elf and her friends. "Although I am a little unwilling to do so, I am actually relieved that I have to evacuate. The elf Miss, Miss Huntress, I have a feeling that being able to withdraw now is a good thing that we should be extremely grateful for."
"You're such a long-winded little bear," Erza smiled and tilted her head, "Let's go."
"We, the chosen ones, are here to collect emblems. The victors pray to the gods and call for miracles. This is supposed to be the case, right?" The chattering Druid said in a low voice, "But, As soon as I came here, I had the feeling that something else was sleeping under that black mountain peak.
“Moreover, there is no information from the Divine Revelation or the Arcane Council telling us which god to pray to or where to pray.
"Don't you find it strange? The Sacrifice of the Chosen One is an ancient ritual. Even if there are discrepancies in the relevant procedures, it shouldn't be so ambiguous."
He just talked to himself in such a long way until he and his companions disappeared into the night.
…
In the early morning of January 3, Griffith, Galadia and Erza continued to trek through the ruins of the long-abandoned city-state. They have penetrated deeply into this mysterious forbidden area and are getting closer and closer to the core area.
Yamon could not be contacted at all. It seemed that after the encounter with Naira, both of them evaporated out of thin air. The other teams of chosen ones are scattered across this vast ruins and are hard to find. Looking around, there are only desolate and desolate scenes.
The three of them became more and more silent as they walked, as if the end of their journey was a secret abyss of no return, a dead end with no return.
"Hey guys."
Erza finally broke the silence. Her swaying red ponytail was like a flame, one of the few signs of enthusiasm in the darkness: "I vaguely feel that I have become more powerful, and I can even push open the door of Sequence 5 at any time. You guys Do you feel this way?"
"Really?" Galadia moved her pointed ears, "I just kept wandering and thinking about other things."
"Hallucination? Or what?" Griffith asked hurriedly.
"It's not a hallucination, I just keep thinking about what will happen to everyone's life after Canaan's heating and magic energy supply problems," Miss Elf said, "I grew up there, and many of my friends are there. There. I felt them calling me."
"Calling you?!" Griffith and Erza were both shocked.
"It's not that scary. It's just that as a citizen of Canaan, I feel that I need to do something." Galadia waved her hand hurriedly, "It's not like I heard a strange sound or anything."
"Well, if you feel any discomfort, please tell us." Griffith became a little nervous. "I also feel that I am making a breakthrough. The environment here may really enhance our strength."
"It's only been a few months since you were promoted to Extraordinary~" Erza stuck out her tongue, "Why is my little brother trying to catch up with me~ There must be something wrong with this!"
"Why do you care so much about this?" Griffith asked, "We are extraordinary beings and more importantly commanders. After being promoted to senior commanders, we cannot go to the front line in person like we did in the past. Human beings have limits. , too strong individual power is often accompanied by the risk of inhuman mutation, and even straying into the confusing ravings of those abyss existence, which is not a good thing."
"In your opinion, stopping at the extraordinary is something to be happy about?" The huntress pointed to the sky, "Don't you want to transcend this skin, see the mysteries above the nine heavens, and hold the stars and the sea in your hands?"
"This is impossible even for a demigod!"
"For demigods, this is indeed the case, but if you don't give it a try, who knows where the limit is?" Erza looked up at the distant sky covered by light clouds, "I remember...
"I can't tell when the memory was, but it is deeply imprinted there. The endless galaxy that cannot be forgotten is just around the corner. It is both real and illusory, and it is full of brilliance."
Griffith was attracted by these words and couldn't help but look up. Beside him, Erza calmed down her divergent emotions and regained her composure. However, as she looked at the central city of Anok City-State, which was getting closer and closer, and the black mountain peak that seemed to never be reached, she seemed to be still thinking about it and whispered:
"It seems that, there, my wish will be fulfilled."
…
The extraordinary physique of the extraordinary allowed the three of them to continue to move after a small amount of rest and food. The surrounding scenery began to become more and more gorgeous. At the end of the jade-like white stone street stood a magnificent tower. The top of the tower was rotating with magnificent crystals. It was still crystal clear after twenty years of exposure to wind and sun. It was breathtaking. Shocked. The endless flow of magical energy stirred up faint ripples and red lightning in the air.
This is the Senate of the city-state Annock. Griffith felt that this place was somewhat similar to Canaan. It was worthy of being a powerful magical city-state.
Although the Arcane Council did not specify where the miracle could be summoned, there is no doubt that the ruins of the Senate in the center of the city-state house Anok's treasure. Some of the psychic equipment there may still be functioning, and with a few adjustments it can become a powerful aid in detecting enemies and attacking.
Therefore, it makes sense that the chosen ones would arrive first and occupy the place.
At six o'clock in the morning, the location sensor arrived as scheduled. A dark red hot spot clearly appeared near the Griffiths and the three of them, approaching at high speed.
"Get ready to fight!" Galadia said.
As soon as she finished speaking, a familiar figure appeared in her field of vision——
Commodus, the prince of Bayerland, roared past with astonishing momentum like a prairie fire. He rushed towards the main hall of Anok Senate and disappeared into the darkness, completely ignoring the Galadia team not far away.
The prince was alone, and none of his allies or subordinates followed him.
"Catch up, but don't scatter!" Erza, who has the most combat experience, said, "There is an indoor area with complex terrain ahead. If you are alone and trapped by a 'living' sealed object, you will be dead!"
