On January 4, 1445, in the Second Age, Griffith and others quickly escaped from the ruins of Annock. They didn't find the promised miracle, but Galadia's situation was already dire.
She was still conscious, curled up in Griffith's arms, but very weak. There is no doubt that she has been exposed to some kind of existence or certain characteristics in the past.
Erza's situation was slightly different. She looked around nervously and uneasily, as if she sensed some unknown and extreme danger spying on her. She didn't have her usual confident temperament at all, and she seemed to be frightened.
Humans should never have visited this lost and forbidden land full of secrets in the first place, otherwise they would disturb the blasphemous things that lay dormant here. Each chosen one is a spare container.
At this moment, Griffith became more aware of Krista's realization - if mankind will eventually encounter the ancient nightmare that unleashes distortion and madness, it should not be now; only when mankind's own will is stronger , only after becoming more independent in strength can we embark on this inevitable path of madness.
Leaving the ruins under the cliff and running towards the Typhon, the fear of Griffith and others became closer. The insignificant black mountain peak that made people tremble from the depths of their souls and made all human creations small seemed to be staring at them.
The mist rises up and wraps around the jagged peaks.
What did Galadia see when she observed the source of the mist that she had never reached? There would be a terrifying abyss that breeds madness.
If you stay for a second longer, you will be in more danger.
Fortunately, Griffith and Erza are in normal condition. They passed through the dead streets and ruins, and quickly left along the way they came. When they arrived at the outskirts of the city, the strange flute sound played by the strong wind suddenly came again, as clear as if they were right in their ears!
Erza's hand holding the weapon was trembling, and abnormal sweat soaked her long red hair, dripping from the ends of her hair and flowing down her pale cheeks. Within a few moments, her physical strength and will seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
Griffith could only summon a skeletal army horse, hold Galadia in his arms, and Erza sat behind him. Despite the doubts in his heart, Griffith still used up his willpower and insisted not to look at the mist that diffused from the black peak.
He had never wished so much that he was dull and blind, so that he could block the ominous whistle of the flute from the door of reason. However, Erza's condition was not relieved by rest. Griffith could feel her twisting and turning uncomfortably behind her, and her hands were tightly clasping the breastplate, without even noticing that her fingers were scratched.
Sometimes she looked at the deserted ruins getting farther and farther behind her, and sometimes she looked up at the majestic and ferocious black jagged peaks in the darkness.
Just when the three of them were about to leave Annock's collapsed and broken city wall, the alert huntress actually screamed. The sound she made could not be described in human words, and it almost caused Griffith to lose his balance and fall over.
After a while, Griffith finally regained his composure, quickly passed through the broken wall, rushed to the coast, and met up with the Typhon at the agreed point.
The end of this journey was right in front of her, but Erza was mumbling something.
Griffith didn't want to listen, but there were always a few obscure words swept up by the strong wind, echoing among the gloomy ruins.
"te——ke——li——li."
Obviously, her extraordinary inspiration finally made her aware of some secret that should not be known. Her firm consciousness has been overwhelmed by madness, and her sanity has been invaded.
Although Griffith saw nothing, he could still imagine how abnormal this place was. The endless rolling clouds and mist roll among the strange black peaks and mountains, outlining scenes of vague patterns that transcend common sense. The inspiration and occult knowledge of extraordinary beings must easily complete the truth behind it.
Finally, they left this mysterious forbidden land that humans should never set foot in as quickly as possible.
Under the turbulent sky, the continuous mountains seem to laugh at the insignificance of human beings. Their oversized size makes people feel chilled from the depths of their souls.
As the ship went away, Galadia gradually stabilized with the help of medicine and treatment, and the elves guarding her breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's nothing serious," Ashura said. "Miss Villanoy has obtained the qualification to touch miracles. Although we don't know what to do next, Canaan will do an investigation. Amon is also back, Let’s leave quickly.”
Erza also broke free from the almost out-of-control madness. But what did she see? What could make her scream in fright.
In response, she just vaguely told the glimmer of true appearance she saw.
This true appearance has nothing to do with the rolling snow-capped mountains, the broken ruins of the lost city-state, the strange geometric buildings below the cliff, and has nothing to do with the curling mist and jagged rocks. Crazy and terrifying scenes flashed between darkness and light, strong winds and clouds, and she unfortunately saw something hidden in the mountains.
It was an extreme terror that made the whole world fear and stay away from it. It was the boundless weirdness and indelible scars left on the world by the ancient beings who left ancient ruins under the cliff.
Erza's face had returned to calm. Before she walked back to her room and closed the door, Griffith heard her mumbling weird words, such as "Legacy", "Original", "Mystery of the End" ”, “link”, “share”, “protoplasm”, “flesh”, “eclosion”, “ascension” and other appalling nonsense.
Griffith immediately chased after her and asked what she was talking about. However, Erza, who had been whispering just now, suddenly vehemently denied that she had said anything.
Perhaps this has something to do with her strange and curious work and knowledge. After all, she is one of the few extraordinary huntresses who dares to hunt madness and mutation on the dangerous edge of darkness.
"I'm going to leave for a while and go to the south to complete my promotion ceremony." Erza, who calmed down, seemed a little apologetic for her previous attitude. "Don't worry, I just want to get familiar with the power I just gained. If you need help, come here Find me."
Her words were calm and gentle, and her usual mature, wise, decisive and energetic self was back. It seems that as long as she is in charge of everything, everyone else can sit back and relax.
But Griffith knew all too well.
Because, he just heard clearly, that familiar word that made people change their minds and make them sleepless and sleepless:
"te——ke——li——li."
Griffith returned to Galadia worriedly, stared at her sleeping face, and thought silently in his heart
"The situation I face is too serious and I need to gather more troops.
“But I can’t command many people by myself.
"First of all, I have to have a group of lieutenants."
…
"A cruel conspiracy is happening around us. The regicide has killed our beloved Majesty Aurelius, the great conqueror and wise reformer; and murdered tens of thousands of our countrymen.
“We vow to bring him to justice.
"Our enemies lurk in the shadows, their minions in dark corners,
“In order to maintain national security and long-term stability, and for the safety and happiness of all citizens, in this critical moment, we are determined to follow the ancient practice of reorganizing the Kingdom of Beyeland into a republic with two consuls elected by the Senate lead.
"Build a safe and stable society!"
Thousands of soldiers lined up in front of the Senate Chamber to listen to the official proclamation made by the Speaker. They stepped on the dark red snow, and a bonfire not far away burned piles of corpses.
In the past few days, the troops of Olphia and Midianmaiya had captured several barricades and fought hard against several waves of Beyonders of unknown origin. By this morning, the fighting suddenly subsided, and the continuous enemy retreated like an ebbing tide.
"My elders, my lords, the people of Bijaland!"
The speaker's voice suddenly became louder:
"Let me introduce to you -
"The great wise man and guardian, the leader of mystery and magic, Lord Archon Tiberion!
"Count Wilhelm de Chalon, consul, strategist and reformer, commander of ever-victorious armies!"
There was no audience for this important appointment. The nobles and citizens of Beyeland either fled the city, hid in their homes, or were hanged from street lamps. There was no suitable venue, and the Senate was set on fire. , half of Sanssouci Palace is still up for grabs. Therefore, the Senate made the announcement in the square to the troops who were taking turns and resting.
The appointed protagonist, Lord Tiberion, is unknown, perhaps fighting the Dark Lord with other demigods; Count Charon is commanding the pursuit of Commodus the Regicide, and cannot participate on the spot.
The appointment was read out, and thousands of legions, still fighting in the districts under the orders of the senate's military representatives, applauded and shouted in unison. Most of them were members of the Beyeland Defense Force, and there were also many janissaries who did not leave with the prince.
Ophelia clapped her hands hastily. She smiled beautifully, like a daughter of a famous family, but the debris on her hair and the unwiped blood at the corners of her mouth still gave her away.
Midian Maier stood beside her, with a serious face that was about to drip. Count Chalon was very prestigious in the Senate. Although he was still young, it was expected that he would be elected consul. Headmaster Tiberion of Homemonworth's entry into politics had been discussed long ago.
The only thing that was unpredictable was that the Dark Lord broke free from his prison in the spiritual world and was resurrected, and the prince turned out to be the regicide. All this happened so suddenly. Medianmaia first heard that the Supreme Being had returned from the spirit world and called on all the citizens to rise up against the tyranny. Then the prince returned from the Chosen One's Festival in triumph and summoned the Praetorian Guards. Then, the envoys of the Senate rushed to the scene. Come and declare that all those in front are enemies.
When this series of news and orders came, the Guards troops immediately fell into chaos. Especially the royal Shutoral like Midianmaia was completely confused. Until Ophelia caught him and went to Lannes to report to the military office of the Senate headed by Count Chalon.
The Dark Lord and the Kingslayer have come and gone. They and their respective minions did not seem to have any hope of occupying the city of Beyelan, and left one after another after a fierce battle. Follow two roads to Verona in the west and Pasha in the south.
However, the fighting in the city did not end. There were also many who guarded the barricades, and the legions who occupied the palace and the Senate fought. After Midianmaia heard the Senate's announcement, he returned to the battlefield with his squadron.
…
There was fire everywhere. The flames scorched the passing troops, stinging their cheeks. The melted snow is dark red and has formed a stream on the roadside.
Midianmeiya walked very slowly. Those who fought against him were many civilians, who captured a fortress that was usually used as a prison and armed themselves with the weapons within. Calling themselves the Free Army, these men demanded the consent of the Senate to convene the broadest National Assembly. The city defense army sent to attack them reluctantly tried it out and retreated in defeat. It was not until the legions commanded by the Byelan nobles arrived that they were barely able to repel them.
The Regicide's army was much stronger. Many Praetorian Guards and Defense Forces still remain loyal to the royal family. They are more organized and sophisticated.
Most of the Kingslayer's troops have withdrawn, with only a small number serving as rearguard. Midianmaiya didn't want to deal with the citizens' armed forces, nor did he want to fight with his colleagues from yesterday. He was prepared to chase them for a while and then watch them leave the city.
"I will take people to the south of the city," said Ophelia, who was traveling with me. "We will take control of the port and the big astrological tower and then we will take a look at Griffith's situation. Prince, um, no, the Kingslayer is back, and they probably won't either." Too long a delay.”
Midianmeiya nodded and stopped without saying a word. The two squadrons drove directly past them, also in silence.
"Hey! Cheer up, you will die if you are confused on the battlefield!" Ophelia raised her hand and patted her good friend's shoulder heavily. "The situation is unclear. We should first talk to Griffith. They join together to see what is going on in the ruins of Anok and where the world will go, rather than simply being loyal to a certain person or organization."
"Emmm..." Midian Maier sighed, "What is your loyalty based on? The late king is not an enemy of the citizen representatives. He will never issue martial law or send troops into the city. This is A conspiracy. Someone deceived His Majesty and even forged a decree."
"so what?"
"So, I suspect that this is a rebellion against the royal family, with the intention of taking away the legitimate power that His Highness Commodus has as the legitimate heir to the royal family."
"Bloodline, inheritance ~ you say this."
The blond lady with strange eyes waited for the soldiers around her to finish leaving, then shook her head:
"If you have innate power because of your bloodline, and have a claim to status and property from the day you are born, then——
"Using conspiracy and force to seize is ten thousand times more noble than inheritance from blood. Because those who use conspiracy and force know that it does not belong to them, so they will control their arrogance and exercise this power with concentration and perseverance. .
"Humans are not cows, horses, pigs, or dogs. They don't need to be pure-blooded."
Midianmaiya did not refute his friend's opinion, nor did he accept the offer to stay, leaving Ophelia behind and left silently.
He walked through the ruins of several battles, passing tired and confused soldiers. At this time, an adjutant came to report:
"Sir, the Regicide troops have withdrawn, leaving only some civilians on the scene."
Midianmaiya couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "Start putting out the fire, treating the wounded, and protecting the citizens' property. Note that the wounded, regardless of whether they are our enemies or ours, must be treated equally."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a scream. When he followed the sound and looked over, he saw several disheveled ladies running out of nearby houses crying. Homemworth's classmates, Master Badong and Master Winston, were behind, holding up their pants. Yell.
"Take them down!" Midianmaiya shouted loudly.
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