Aaron felt like his throat was being tightened by the rope, and his chest was creaking under the heavy pressure. He was about to break his bones and crush his lungs at any time. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't breathe and couldn't even cast the simplest spell.
It seems that as long as Griffith is willing, he can kill Aaron with a sword at any time.
"Kill him, kill him!
"The road to the Ascension Festival has been opened! Embrace the power, mighty war knight!"
Layers of illusory whispers surged up like a tide, urging Griffith to take action. At the same time, he discovered that the unstable psychic crystals of the three Chosen One emblems he carried were condensing and condensing.
In the dark, he had an idea that gradually became clear -
“It’s not necessary to help Galadia win the winner’s crown, that’s not it!
"If I, Griffith, hold the title of War Knight, a rare miracle will bless me. At that time, if Galadia has any wishes, can it be fulfilled for her?"
The voice in the ruins claiming to be the wishing instrument was also urging him. Not long ago, Griffith, Galadia and Erza equally divided the nine emblems in their hands to prevent accidents. If he seizes the emblem from Aaron's hand, Griffith's advantage will be unrivaled!
However, he can't do this!
As a general, prudence is better than violence.
Aaron received almost miraculous triple protections, namely: illusory guardian spirit, high-level near-death protection and high-level damage reflection.
The powerful hermit, Anas Tasios, was even wiped out by this power. Griffith even received the guardian spirit's iron fist with his face and was seriously injured by the rebound damage. The painful lesson was vivid in his mind. Griffith believed that although his power was strong, he could not defeat the near-god Hermit. His advantages were obvious, but they were not stronger than the gap between the Black Magic Supreme and the baby.
He must be more cautious.
Moreover, what makes him even more strange is——
Galadia and Erza came so slowly, why haven't they caught up yet?
It was impossible for Aaron's previous group repel to seriously injure them. The subsequent pursuit battle gave enough time to recover, but until now, Griffith had not seen the two men who were known for their speed.
"Garadia, where are you?" Griffith thought silently in his mind and called his teammates, "Erza, do you hear me?"
He was answered only by silence.
Sure enough, there is a problem... A general should have a clear strategic purpose and decide the starting point and end point of the war instead of being influenced by the battle. There are many secrets hidden in this ruins, and the wishing device wants me to kill Aaron, but I won't do it until I fully understand the situation. The top priority is to reunite with Galadia and the others, fighting for the miracle is secondary.
Griffith has shown what he can do, taking down Aaron and taking advantage. As a qualified commander, he thought for a moment and stepped aside:
"Stand up, Aaron Lentilus, our fight is over."
"?"
The mountain-like heavy pressure was suddenly relieved. Aaron squirmed his almost broken neck, took a breath, stood up and looked at Griffith who was at leisure:
"My strength is not exhausted, Griffith de Ravenel; I can fight another day.
"This is just the beginning!"
Are you saying that your skill set was interrupted within a few minutes of the battle, and you couldn't even utter a single spell? You were just showing weakness. Are you not going to play unless you are really bad... Griffith suppressed the thought of complaining, with a cold expression on his face. He said: "I heard a voice from an unknown source. Until I find out the situation, I'll put the fight between you and me aside."
These words provoked Aaron somehow, and his shining red eyes became as majestic as the vertical pupils of a dragon: "Arrogant, arrogant and stupid!
"Don't think that your characteristics can restrain me. Once I complete a simple adjustment, I will make you irresistible."
Griffith glanced at him and didn't answer. He just muttered something in his heart - it's your business what you think. When Galadia, Erza, I and I meet up, we'll deal with you three to one. Don't you want to reconcile? Just round and flat if you want.
Griffith ignored him and continued to maintain an incomprehensible and proud look: "Where are the other chosen ones? I can't feel any trace of them."
Aaron's soft and delicate blond hair was flying in the wind, his tall nose and handsome cheeks twitched slightly due to neglect, and his blood-red eyes radiated a soul-stirring light like stars.
how? Want to fight? Griffith felt intimidated and held his right hand in vain. The extraordinary ability "Throat Lock" is ready for use.
Aaron took a deep look at Griffith, suppressed his anger, adjusted his robes, and said in his usual mesmerizing tone:
"We are divided,
"The miracle has already taken shape, and its power will lead the remaining chosen ones to different locations to receive the qualifications to the godhead. The one prepared for us must be not far away. Before we complete this step, Underneath the Annock Senate is a psychic labyrinth that imprisons the soul, from which the chosen cannot escape."
Oh, why? Griffith wanted to ask very much, but thought that it might damage his invincible image, so he stopped talking.
As expected, Aaron continued:
"The emblem we hold is being transformed and reconstructed into a key to initiate the ceremony. This complies with the ritual rules of the high-level advent spell. Each chosen one will receive an engraving that goes straight to the source."
As soon as he finished speaking, Griffith found that the three emblems he held were dissipating. The majestic and frightening spiritual energy penetrated his limbs and bones, and condensed into three crossed swords in his pupils. The pattern then dissipates.
The shadows of three magic balls also flashed in Aaron's eyes.
"You are indeed not a Paladin, a Desert Knight or a Death Knight," Aaron noticed the strange vision in Griffith's eyes and his expression moved slightly, "Originally I was just guessing, but this unique mark... your true identity is... A transcendent who has cut off the inherited path of being a law breaker, right?"
Don’t you still know, having personally experienced my true power... Griffith smiled slightly and replied with a hint of joking:
"Desolation Knight, Truth Speaker, Death Knight, who knows, there is more than one way to restrain magic.
"Maybe he's a ranger~"
"Huh, that's nonsense." Aaron snorted dissatisfied. He thought for a moment and continued the topic:
"The energy of unstable psychic crystals has been solidified by the power here and merged with us. From this moment on, you and I are the containers of the huge psychic energy needed to unlock miracles. I speculate that the only chosen ones left now are Seven or eight people, in a sense, we are already candidates for the hand of God who controls the ultimate power of various mysterious paths, but we have not yet become slaves of the gods."
Container, me? hand of God? !
Griffith couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face.
"Why are you surprised? Isn't this common sense in advanced advent techniques? People who call for miracles need to become vessels of miracles. People who come here all have this awareness," Aaron folded his arms. He tapped his arm with his fingers impatiently, "If you had picked up fewer girls and studied more magic theory, you wouldn't have been so shocked at this moment.
"The ignorant man's mysterious journey leads to death."
I! Griffith almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Mysterious knowledge cannot be learned just by wanting to learn it. Shutoral, who cannot practice magic, can only rely on rote memorization and fantasy to understand magic. Needless to say, how abstract and incredible it is! The inability to learn is definitely not due to any other reason!
"Come on, follow me. You, a fool with a head full of muscles, will only lose your life meaninglessly in a place like this. I will lead you to the core," Aaron said. "Before you reach the place of miracles, Just cherish your life!"
…
As he went deeper into the underground ruins, Griffith finally saw the true appearance of the entire ancient lost city.
In the vast and unimaginable underground world, he and Aaron continued to move deeper along a carefully constructed road. The stone walls on both sides are inlaid with magnificent luminous crystals, which glow in the darkness.
Griffith turned his attention to the crystal and was surprised to find that what was preserved in it was a fossil with clear stripes and wavy marks.
This familiar object shocked his whole body.
"Have you seen it?" Aaron noticed his strangeness, "Don't put too much thought into it. The sealed objects left here may imprison the mind at any time. When two people are walking together, they must be extra vigilant about the other person's state and intervene in time. ."
Next, they saw more crystals, and the sealed fossils were even more amazing - they were pupae with wavy strips attached to them. The limb structures showed irregular radial shapes and indescribable deformities and distortions. In the center, there are multiple ridges, from which the limbs or tentacles are branched.
Griffith will never forget that in the ruins under Bellomont Swamp, archaeologists unearthed fossils of the same large ancient creature. The biological fossils displayed in the Senate of Annock City-State are more complete, and you can even see the tentacles that have not yet fallen off.
Could these be what Pelotis said, the remains of the ancient ones?
"Say your wish, War Knight."
The vague voice appeared again, making his heart palpitate.
"Did you hear it?" Aaron also asked sideways, "The sound of the wishing device."
"Somewhat vaguely, it's exploring my will." Griffith replied.
Aaron seemed to listen carefully for a while:
"Miracles will give the chosen ones power in different forms, while also peering into people's hearts and realizing the fusion of spiritual energy and wishes.
"The deeper we explore, the clearer our inner desires become. Be careful, the power of the wishing device to explore and confuse people will become more and more powerful. Once you are addicted to it, you will become a slave of a certain god. The real hand of God.
"Look, there's an example of that."
Aaron pointed downwards: "That is the foolish person who tries to awaken the dead and sacrifice his soul to the thread of life in the virtual world."
Griffith saw Naira's figure. He was running anxiously in the darkness, talking to someone, and then seemed to pick something up from the ground, wailing miserably. However, he had nothing in his hands and no one around him.
"What was he doing there?" Griffith asked.
"Good question," Aaron said, waving his wand and skipping the chanting, "Let's take a look.
"The illusion appears."
For a moment, Griffith seemed to have returned to the Summer Palace Square in Odessa.
He saw scenes of vivid illusions, which were exactly the same as the scene that day. Beyeland's artillery team spit out continuous fire and smoke, and in the deafening roar, raindrops of bullets roared in, and even the shocked War Knight himself leaned down to avoid it.
"Don't be nervous, these are memory fragments," Aaron said. "These are the memories of Aaron von Kwaimantha. He was bewitched by the wishing device, lost his guard and let me take advantage of it, what a shame..."
Continuous bright red blood flowers bloomed in the crowd. There were endless dull explosions, and in the screams you could even hear the sound of blood, internal organs and bones being crushed by the impact. On the buildings with white walls and blue tiles, rubble is scattered everywhere, smoke is billowing, and the pointed roofs look like giants with their necks strangled, hanging in rows.
The picture was shaking, full of blood, and blurry enough to make it difficult to see clearly.
Griffith only knew that the owner of the perspective was stumbling, pushing away the howling wounded soldiers and citizens, and stumbling on the slippery internal organs.
Finally, he came to a burning building. The balcony leading to the Cathedral of the Holy Light is still recognizable by its solemn steps and broken sculptures.
Griffith couldn't help but shudder. This was where Krista fell.
The steps that were supposed to be clean and spotless were already stained with blood. Several girls in thin white silk skirts fell in a pool of blood, their bodies extremely mutilated. They must have been girls from prominent Odessa families who were chosen to serve Krista that day.
The screen suddenly shook rapidly.
Naila rushed down the steps to a blonde girl, grabbed her arm and asked.
"Tiara, Tiara, tell me where Neferti is?"
The girl being questioned had her face covered in blood and her eyes were blank. She slowly turned her head, and Naila's eyes followed her, and she saw a chaotic phalanx army scurrying around. There was a slim figure, hidden by silver waist-length hair, following the crowd in a panic. run.
That was Neferti. She was almost knocked down several times, or tripped over the wounded on the ground, but she managed to avoid it. But she was extremely lucky. Together with a group of officers, wizards, and extraordinary people who maintained order and courage, she broke through the barriers of the defeated army and moved to a safe location. Finally, she spotted her brother who was approaching her. Just as she was about to run here to join him, a blood-red thunder light fell from behind the crowd and reached the sky.
"Crimson Lightning! The Blood Knight is here!"
In just an instant, the Beyonders around Neferti were defeated. The knight, who was covered in blood and heartbroken, was holding a lance and a long sword, and was slashing at the fleeing Extraordinary with his lance and sword. A group of armored cavalry followed him, heading towards the defeated soldiers.
"Neferti!"
Griffith heard the trembling cry deep in Naira's soul. The armored cavalry swept past like a storm, and when they left, there was no one left standing on the ground.
