The five Griffiths stepped into the red crack torn open by Han Guang, and they felt that the stars were moving and they entered an arc-shaped closed space. They sat facing out, with a spherical transparent barrier in front of them.
This unknown space was suddenly enveloped by air waves, rising upwards with a huge roar.
Under extraordinary circumstances, the teleportation circle cannot be used without a spellcaster; even if it can be teleported, it requires continuous guidance at the destination to complete the teleportation across space. However, exceptions do exist.
Ophelia, who has spatial abilities, has used her psychic powers to mark the landing point. Under her guidance, Griffith's new abilities allow him to travel to the battlefield at high speeds.
After the ritual of Isus was activated, Griffith mastered two new extraordinary abilities. "Floating clouds are like boats, dark nights are like seas" is one of them, a new ability at sequence 5 level. The mystery of unknown origin is generously giving Griffith power. As long as he has this ability, he can fly to the battlefield even with his teammates and the guidance of the landing point is interrupted.
"Get ready, knights!" Griffith said, "We are going to rush into the whirlpool of war!"
As soon as they finished speaking, shivers ran down their spines. The heavy pressure on their bodies clearly showed that they had attached invisible wings and were rushing into the sky at a terrifying high speed.
Their eyes darkened. The eardrums buzzed and the bones and flesh boiled.
How is this going! Even Griffith himself did not expect such a situation. Their flesh, bones, and souls were trembling at a terrifying frequency, trembling violently as if they were about to be crushed at any time.
It's going to be broken, my body is going to be broken!
"Mura, Murat, shield! Now, now!"
The feeling of pain is getting stronger and stronger, as if the whole body is about to break. Even extraordinary and extraordinary people who are proud of their strong physiques cannot bear it. I simply fainted.
The journey from the pinnacle of pain to relief came so quickly, and suddenly, a ray of light came through. This desperate discomfort gradually lessened, and finally, all the discomfort disappeared, and everyone felt relaxed and comfortable as never before, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and it was like being reborn.
The shock waves and concussions dispersed without a trace. The body suddenly lifted upward, and the weight seemed to disappear.
Griffith lifted his blindness and found himself firmly bound to something. There was no obstruction in front of me, and the light was very bright. It was like waking up in the morning and opening the curtains in the bedroom. The fine dust suddenly took on life and wings, and all flew up in front of my eyes.
Griffith barely had enough eyes. He lowered his head and saw that the restraints that had appeared on his body at some point stood up and swayed slightly, dancing with the vitality of life like water plants in a lake.
Then, he saw a vast and astonishing blue arc. It was not a spherical arc. It was astonishingly large, proud and magnificent beyond language. There are also yellow and green patterns, which seem to be continuous mountains crisscrossing them. Pieces of snow-white clouds are soft and graceful, like ribbons, coming slowly and leaving slowly.
This surprising sight makes people unprepared, but it also clearly gives people the feeling that they are from there.
Beyond the blue arc-shaped world is a vaster, infinite and far-reaching dark curtain.
Griffith looked around in the distance wordlessly with admiration. What he saw was black, extremely pure black, so transparent, so bright. This dark world is unobstructed and is dotted with many dazzling lights, like crystal gems of different tones hanging on black velvet.
Griffith realized for a moment that he was among the stars.
He identified it carefully, and wanted to recall the Summer Triangle that Galadia told him, but he couldn't recognize a single constellation at this moment. He just felt that he was as small as a speck of dust in front of the vast universe.
Griffith held his breath. The scene in front of him surpassed the limit that all words can describe. It was exciting and shocking, giving people an inescapable sense of oppression and unspeakable fear. However, the deeper feeling is that there is an inexplicable deep attachment that makes people look down greedily.
On the infinite black screen, the blue world is standing in the center of the stage, draped in a light blue gauze skirt and white streamers, emitting a breathtaking colorful and bright light.
Is that our world?
Griffith considers himself to be a person who is not easily agitated by external things, and he still maintains restraint and calmness in the face of battle. But when he saw these magnificent and beautiful landscapes, he, who was originally very calm, was thinking about this and that in his mind.
He only wished that he could not draw this wonderful scene and share it with his friends on earth.
The magnificence stretching in unparalleled dimensions makes all compositions pale and simple, and makes all words dull and boring, running so real and freely. The world where humans live and the familiar starry sky turn out to be like this. This is really a wonder that cannot be imagined on earth.
Time seemed to have suddenly stopped. After getting out of the ignorant body, the world fell at my feet, and the flow of life was as quiet as a blanket.
At this moment, Griffith almost forgot himself, completely immersed in the shock of incredible insignificance and immensity. Until I hear the echo in my soul. His bone ring Minos was resonating, and an endless torrent of information rushed into his brain.
"Welcome back, Commander. Synchronizing the advanced tactical control terminal...
"Synchronization is completed, the authority of Terminal Minos has been taken over, and the combat status has been activated.
"Orbital assault, starting distance, 15 seconds countdown."
"Landing angle, fine-tune zero point three."
"The assault module is in normal condition.
"Complete preparations for lowering. There are no threatening targets within a radius of 600. Start counting down.
“5…
“4…
"3...
"2……
"The descent begins."
Griffith was so shocked by the shocking information that he almost lost consciousness. Immediately afterwards, the pressure that almost shattered the internal organs almost crushed the person.
From the envelope of darkness and starry sky they swoop toward the blue world. Rubble-like objects flew upward like snowflakes and rushed into the dazzling sea of fire!
Griffith, who was in a semi-conscious state, heard the rapid sound of the flute and instinctively realized that it was warning of extreme danger. Then, the spherical space and his body began to shake violently again.
The high temperature caused by the friction between objects and the atmosphere was something that Sonia had learned in class, and Sonia even made an experiment and got into trouble.
Griffith opened his eyes wide, and his companions all dared not breathe, staring at the transparent wall in front of them. The outside was burning red, with red and white fragments streaking across it. There must be an anti-ablation layer on the outside of this fully transparent wall, which is resistant to high temperatures. As the temperature rises, it begins to peel off. This may not be a bad thing, after all, part of the heat will be taken away during the peeling process.
Probably! It must be like this!
What happened next made him even more nervous. The shaking became more violent, and cracks began to appear on the wall on one side. The outside was burning like a steel-making furnace, but the transparent wall began to show cracking patterns, just like the small pieces after the glass was broken. There were more and more thin cracks...
Griffith broke out in a sweat. The temperature here was indeed rising, but it wasn't to the point where he was sweating. In fact, it was mainly due to nervousness.
This space, or some kind of vehicle, is descending rapidly. The shock wave generated by friction with the air not only has extremely high temperatures, but also a sharp whistling sound. The spacecraft is carrying a lot of overload and is constantly vibrating. Inside Creaking and squeaking noises...
It’s hot outside, don’t be afraid! If there are fragments scratched, don’t be afraid! It can also withstand overload, resonance and so on! But as soon as he saw the transparent wall beginning to crack, Griffith became nervous and thought: It's over, this wall won't work anymore.
The blood is flowing backwards, rushing straight to the brain, making people lose consciousness.
He vaguely saw a figure, very familiar, so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar. This figure was saying something to Griffith in a familiar voice.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Everyone trembled together with their souls and bones. They were swooping, falling, passing through the blazing sea of fire, and crashing into the blue earth!
Under the unforgettable trembling of horror, Griffith saw that outside the nearly transparent barrier, tile-like fragments were peeling off, and they were all incinerated in a sea of red. The earth is approaching at great speed.
As a soldier, you are accustomed to danger, and you have already figured it out. Since life and death have been put aside, whether it is an adventure or a sacrifice, nothing can make us back down.
Griffith exerted all his strength and gritted his teeth to regain control of his body. He clenched his fists and fought against fear and confusion with all his strength, just waiting to rush into the battlefield. Unable to speak, I roared in my heart:
"Death doesn't come for you when you take it seriously, Griffith!"
…
Isius was trembling. Nameless fear has gripped him and the army of monsters.
Falling stars and raging fire were falling towards him from the sky. The trajectory also showed slight twists and turns, clearly correcting the direction of the fall. Then came the opposite direction of fire, the sky fire was slowing down!
He hurriedly gave orders to some of the monsters:
"Go grab Neferti and bring her to me.
"Send the prisoners away."
Isius's teeth chattered. He crossed his arms and forced himself to remain calm:
"This is probably the method of some extraordinary people in Homemonworth. They didn't have the support of a nearby teleportation array, so they used some crooked means to come for reinforcements.
"Well, so what!
"In a hurry, the number of people they dispatched is limited. How can one or two extraordinary people without perfect equipment challenge me who has the protection of the thread of life!?
"I'll just stand there, not going anywhere, waiting for them to fall...Huh? This!"
Suddenly, he noticed the surging psychic ripples hidden in the sky fire. Those were not just one or two, but several extremely powerful and vigorous psychic pressures! He forcefully blocked his words in his mouth.
its not right! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
Why……
Why are there five such powerful auras!
Amidst the roaring sound, it crashed to the ground. Storms and gale-force winds evaporated the mire and dispersed it, and Isius and his army of monsters were swept away to pieces.
Crazy electric current and fire were released wantonly, and the entire blood swamp was peeled off the ground, leaving only a huge bare gravel pit.
The spiritual energy in the pit is gathering crazily, flashing out bursts of arcs. At the bottom of the pit, between the wild sand and the fierce wind, five powerful figures appeared in a sharp formation. They held their swords in their right hands and held their helmets in their left hands. They were half-kneeling on the ground, as unshakable as the top of a mountain.
Gradually, the violent psychic arc slowly subsided, and the roar filling the air also became quiet. The leading knight's chiseled face was slightly pale, and his black hair was not messy at all.
He stood up, saw the dead Beyelan soldiers, glanced at the frantic monster, and pursed his lips. A pair of resolute eyes under sword-shaped brows swept across the entire audience with powerful pressure that penetrated the soul, and looked directly at Isius as coldly as an eagle.
He was like an unsheathed sword, opening the hammer of a musket, eagerly and ferociously searching for his prey.
"Griffith...it's you after all.
"It's strange. I know you are a transcendent, but your spiritual power is clearly stronger than when you returned from the Chosen One's Sacrifice."
Isius saw the appearance of the visitor clearly and murmured in surprise. The sacrifice at the Moment of the Red Moon greatly strengthened him. However, Griffith, as a candidate for the Chosen One, has clearly become more powerful.
"I understand," surprise flashed through Isius's eyes, "That is to say, the spiritual energy summoned by my sacrifice can be shared among all the chosen ones. We have similar authority.
"Hehehe, it turns out that you are not the only seven chosen ones in this world who are qualified to touch the miracle! We are from the same origin! Hehehe, I didn't expect it, Griffith!"
Griffith just responded coldly: "The seven chosen ones, there are actually eight people. This is nothing to be surprised about."
Isius couldn't help but clicked his tongue, and then said: "In other words, when the fighters fighting for the miracle rely on sacrifice to increase their strength, they will also strengthen others, which is not the way to win.
"If you want to obtain the highest miracle, you have to go through killing after all. Griffith! Now I am not weaker than any god's hand!"
Isius forced himself to be firm. The passion just now has been extinguished, leaving only the panic and collapse of killing his friend, and the fear of unexpected developments.
He looked at the knight who came to punish him. But he couldn't see clearly. He could only vaguely see the four figures emerging from the fallen skyfire between Griffith and Yanchen Dianguang.
Lana may have come with Griffith, but there's no way the other three were superhumans anyway. The professors at the college have never been good at fighting, and the elf lady from Canaan will never be allowed to come to such a dangerous place.
No problem, here are my five hundred mutants and high-level units, one hundred against one, the advantage is mine!
Since this sacrifice simultaneously enhances the power of the chosen one, it will definitely attract the hands of other gods. The battle must be ended before then.
Isius's calmness returned a little. He waved his magic wand and gave the monsters a siege order.
"Death, Griffith! How dare you rush into my family, let's see where you run!"
Groups of Chaos Beasts gathered fire together and shot towards Griffith and his companions. On such unfavorable terrain, one or two extraordinary people would be knocked down in the blink of an eye.
Hundreds of venom, fireballs and rays intertwined and formed a network on the pit opened by the sky fire. A series of teeth-itching collisions and bending sounds sounded in the air, and it exploded with a bang, sending gravel and gravel flying straight into the sky.
"What's going on!" Isius was stunned for a moment. He clearly felt that all the attacks were bounced away. An extremely strong shield enveloped the five people, as unbreakable as an iron wall.
Something's wrong! There is clearly an all-too-familiar aura among this stirring spiritual energy. Isius took half a step back in horror and roared loudly:
"Is this a Templar-level shield? How is this possible?
"Who came with you, answer me! Griffith!"
After the wind and smoke cleared, Griffith stepped onto the blood swamp, carrying a daunting killing intent and coercion:
"Make me wonder, make me understand,
"Listen to me,
"follow me,
“In the name of war, I bestow upon you extraordinary protection and precious phantom——
"We'll wake to the carnival of life!"
All the calmness and satisfaction on Isius's face had disappeared, replaced by infinite doubts and shakes.
He felt the breath of the five extraordinary beings, as clear as if they were engraved on his heart and lungs.
How is it possible? Who could it be? I know the extraordinary beings around Griffith very well. Could it be that the elves and Homemon Watts sent people to support him? Shouldn't it?
On the rapidly evaporating and disintegrating blood swamp, familiar figures stood on flames, covered in black mist, and roared into the air. At this moment, Isius saw the faces of the other four people clearly, and even knew why they could come to the battlefield at this time.
Sequence 6 Desolation, Scythe of Destruction Lana.
Sequence 6 Paladin, Templar Murat.
Sequence 6 Demon Hunter, Blade of Light and Shadow Russell.
Sequence 6 monster, Shepherd Midianmaia.
Their surging spiritual energy ripples showed their rank, and it was clear that they had all surpassed the extraordinary.
Are they all extraordinary? is it possible? When were they promoted? Murat can never be a supernatural being, I know that for sure! Wait, what is this? !
Shocked Isius suddenly discovered. Invisible spiritual threads are connecting Griffith with four companions.
This is the extraordinary ability Griffith has just acquired, a high-level ability that can be sublimated into a Noble Phantasm - "we'll wake to the carnival of life!"
With the blessing of this power, as long as the teammates selected by the War Knight are within a certain range, their ranks will be temporarily raised by one level.
Griffith has already stepped on the threshold of Sequence 5 of the Spellbreaker Path. As long as he takes one more step forward, he can be promoted to a higher-level existence than the War Knight-"Conqueror".
He raised his hand and pointed, as if a majestic judge was looking at the unpardonable prisoner, and crushed him down with an irresistible force:
"Isius, raise your sword.
"We build Toral,
"Every debt must be paid!"
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