Just as the shield blessed by Murat fell, a ball of venom between liquid and solid hit the shield with a "dong" sound, deflected, bounced into the air, and splashed into the open space beside it. The rocks and gravel stained with this poison suddenly sizzled and corroded in the violent smoke of the stench.
Supported by the strong resistance of the War Knight, Griffith hurriedly hid despite the negative effects of petrification. Although he has a shield provided by Murat, who was temporarily promoted to the extraordinary level, this layer of defense has its limits after all. A Chaos Beast that was obviously much more powerful than its kind was sniping at him, and would also mobilize nearby monsters to attack him.
Russell, who was attacking ordinary monsters, immediately turned around and raised his hand to point at Medisha.
"Psychic whipping!"
A ferocious psychic impact immediately struck like a long whip, causing Medisa to scream. Where she was hit by Russell's whip, her scales exploded, her skin ripped open, and her spiritual energy and flesh burned together. Griffith's whole body relaxed for a moment, and the dangerous special effect of the Petrified Eyes was terminated due to the loss of psychic energy supply.
The Chaos Beast "Magic Eye Ajet" who was sniping at Griffith hurriedly jumped over, rolled up several tough tentacles, pulled up the injured Medisha and hid. This chaos beast is obviously more powerful, more capable, and very cunning than its similar-looking counterparts. It rescued its companions and came back to snipe in the blink of an eye. Every time it launched an attack, it immediately hid among the numerous monsters. After a while, it appeared from somewhere else like a gopher and faced Griffith who was observing the battlefield. Take two squirts.
Griffith maintained the buff status of the other four people while seizing the time to review the battlefield.
Between the dark sky and the vast land, traces of monsters wander among the rolling hills and villages. They gathered from all directions like an army, constantly outflanking and besieging them. Isius, despite having such an aggressive force, had already hurriedly left the battlefield. There is no doubt that the place he is rushing to now must be the key to the entire battle - the location of Neferti.
Although the five Griffiths present had no problem resisting the monster in front of them, there were limits to their individual psychic abilities and physical strength. If they continue to be anxious like this, sooner or later they will be overwhelmed by their numerical advantage. Not to mention that among the monsters there is a particularly powerful manticore ready to attack.
Murat hurried to the vicinity of Griffith and said to him: "Most of the creatures here are unstable life forms created by alchemy and monsters with low intelligence. However, some particularly powerful individuals are the West Emperors." Soldiers of the Luo Special Combat Technology Force and their ilk.
"Even if they gradually lose control during the mutation and become this inhuman appearance, their strength cannot be underestimated."
Griffith quickly weighed the situation, grabbed the newly captured banshee and threw it to Murat:
“Our priority is not to fight them.
"Rush out and get out of this battlefield.
"You go and recapture the prisoners, and I will pursue Isius. After the battle, we will evacuate, and we will assemble in the town controlled by Beyelan to the east."
As soon as he finished speaking, a skeletal army horse shrouded in black mist jumped out from the wreckage on the ground. Griffith jumped on his horse, holding the light-containing blood thorn in his hand, and rushed outside.
…
Desai led Neferti out of the siege.
To the north is Crozier's castle, to the south is the dangerous mountain forest, monsters block the road to the east, and the gray land is full of wandering shadows. If the entire team is there, they can still rush over, but the only one who can fight now is Desai himself.
what to do? There are dangers everywhere... Needless to say, being hunted by monsters controlled by Isus, even if you just encounter a group of rebels, everything will be over.
"Go that way!"
While Desai was hesitating, Neferti suddenly pulled his arm behind him and pointed to the road to the west.
That was the direction from which he came, the location where the rebels were chasing him. However, Desai had a strange feeling and subconsciously ran towards that direction.
He ran as fast as he could. It didn't take long for the army horse to start foaming at the mouth, and it would definitely not be able to maintain its previous speed for much longer. At this time, Desai had to slow down, got off his horse, and led the horse forward.
The road is getting narrower and narrower, and Crozier's castle has been obscured by the hills. From time to time, there are rustling sounds in the bushes beside the road, which sounds like enemy soldiers are approaching in Desai.
He held a round shield in one hand and held the reins in the other, and walked forward cautiously, not daring to rest for a moment.
"Why do you want to listen to me?"
In the midst of the sediment, the girl on horseback suddenly asked him. This soft and waxy voice made Desai's hanging heart relax a little.
Yes, why? He was stunned and replied:
"I bet your inspiration is spot on."
"The inspiration is very accurate~" Neferti chuckled with a complicated expression, as calm as if she had accepted her fate, as if she was talking about someone else's business: "If you didn't bring me from Odessa, your friends Maybe not, unfortunately."
"We are soldiers, extraordinary people," Desai replied, "We are destined to be accompanied by danger."
"Danger and danger cannot be generalized," the girl shook her head, "Naira and I were chosen by the gods. From the moment you accidentally stepped into this dangerous whirlpool, misfortune has been quietly following you."
Desai raised his head and glanced at the girl: "Okay, I admit, if you are fighting thousands of enemies, I have nothing to complain about; dealing with indescribable gods, this is too terrifying, completely beyond beyond my cognitive scope.”
"Huh?" Neferty couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. She wanted to say something, but couldn't figure it out. The two of them walked forward in silence for a while, and then Neferti said:
"You just said something strange."
"Weird words?" Desai asked doubtfully.
"Well," Neferti nodded, "The god who wants to sacrifice me, do you think he is an existence that cannot be recognized and is extremely terrifying?"
"That's right," Desai looked at the girl, "What's wrong with me saying that?"
"No~" Neferti whispered, "But at the same time, you feel that you can understand thousands of enemies."
"right."
"Eh~ That's weird~" Neferti sighed, "There are tens of thousands of people with different experiences and identities. If they all stand in front of you, you can know who wants to fight you and who is willing to be yours. Allies, and why do they each have such thoughts?"
Desai was silent. He couldn't answer this question.
Neferti seemed to be talking to herself:
"What a strange thing~ Take me as an example. God and his followers think I can be useful, but I don't know where my destiny is going. And you, a soldier, really know how to organize this war Where are the millions of people going?"
Desai became bored. If the two of them continued talking like this, his head would probably turn into a ball of mush. He felt that the girl was laughing at him, so he replied rudely:
"According to what you say, who knows?"
"Mr. Knight knows!" Neferty replied almost subconsciously. She seemed to find Griffith's name irritating, so she only dared to refer to him as "Mr. Knight".
"Captain?" This answer really surprised Desai. In his opinion, Neferty should be afraid of Captain Griffith.
Before he could continue, Neferti suddenly changed the subject: "Are you taking me with you to get rid of me when necessary?"
Desai swallowed subconsciously and lied in a low voice: "No."
"Big liar!" The girl reached out and hit Desai's helmet. "You and Mr. Knight really look alike."
"Really?" Desai felt like he heard a rare compliment, and suddenly became happy, "Tell me, how do the captain and I look alike!"
"I just feel that you... are all broken from the depths of your soul."
"..."
"Isn't that what it is?" Neferti said, "As long as there is a war, you will run all the way to the end of becoming a monster, with the appearance of a monster, the smell of a monster, and the thoughts of a monster. As for the name of the skin itself, it is It makes no difference whether it is Mr. Knight, Desaix or Earl So-and-so.
"Of course, Mr. Knight, he is completely broken. How can he be as good as a semi-finished product like you!"
Desai was speechless, but not disgusted either. The girl's voice was pleasant, and the topic was unpleasant but comfortable to listen to. It even made him relax from the complete despair he had felt not long ago.
Suddenly, he stopped and drew out his sword with a "clop" sound.
There is clearly a trip rope between the grass in front of the road. It's the rebels! Rebel ambush! The rebels have set up an ambush here.
Immediately, a group of men with pitchforks and spears emerged from both sides of the road. The leader was covered with a layer of dull scale armor, and the others were wearing cloth. The combined armor of all of them was not half as heavy as Desai's breastplate and mail.
These people are rebel militia!
There were more than a dozen of them, circling around Desai. He was clearly trained and knew how to lure the feudal knight on foot to attack until he couldn't even lift his sword, and then finally launched a counterattack.
The whole world seemed to be shaking to the beat of a drum. The ground was not shaking, Desai told himself, it was his heart that was beating.
"Back off!" Desai patted the horse that Neferti was riding and told her to step back, while he stepped forward to meet the enemy alone.
The leading militiaman stopped and said: "Do you know who we are? The lackeys of Beyelan."
Desai snorted contemptuously, unbuckled the dagger from his waist, and remained unmoved.
More than a dozen pitchfork muskets rushed towards them in the blink of an eye, but the second-level squad leader blocked them with his shield and pushed them aside. Then he swung his sword and slashed at one person, knocking him to the ground on the spot.
The other rebel militiamen escaped unscathed and all raised their spears to lunge again.
Desai fought while retreating. The militiamen quickly retreated after one thrust, followed by another thrust. The pitchfork scratched across the chest of the second-level squad leader, making a harsh metal scratching sound, leaving several long scratches on the breastplate.
Desai grabbed a pitchfork and threw it with his backhand, knocking out one person. The militiamen were so excited by the blood of their comrades that they screamed: "Bijilan bandits, you come to rob and bully, you gangsters!"
Hum, the militia is the militia, are you here to fight or are you here to talk nonsense... Desai didn't answer, adjusted his breathing as quickly as possible, and suddenly launched a charge to one side, killing the third enemy. The other militiamen scattered again.
"Repent!"
A militiaman nimbly stabbed the second-level squad leader in the abdomen, hitting the breastplate with a loud bang, but it had no effect. Desai stretched out his hand and was about to cut back. Suddenly the pitchfork was swinging around, like a poisonous snake's thorn, stretching in and out, stabbing at the arms and eye sockets.
None of the militiamen's blows could penetrate Desai's double-layered heavy armor, but they continued to circle, stab, and retreat, pulling the second-level team leader's actions.
It was like this for a long time. They came and went, spinning in circles. Desai knocked down several men, but the militiamen also stabbed him in the arm, thigh, and three times in the back. His cavalry shield had also been hit by spears many times and had been torn in several places. Desai neither yelled nor cursed, concentrating dullly on the battle.
The militiamen were not silent.
"Bandit!" they shouted, feinting at the same time.
"Murderer!" the militiamen shouted, stabbing the second-level squad leader's throat with a pitchfork, but it could only scrape the thick iron throat guard, causing a harsh sound.
Others aimed at Desai's eyes, a tangle of thrusts forcing him back and scraping against his breastplate. The pitchfork was several feet longer than Desai's sword, enough to make it impossible for the latter to wield it. When the militiamen rushed forward, Desai tried several times to cut off the pitchfork, but there were so many enemies that such efforts were as futile as cutting off the wings of a fly.
Desai became more and more anxious as he fought. He glanced in Neferti's direction from time to time, fearing that the militiamen would take her hostage. Sweat and heat filled his helmet, and there was only a narrow eye slit on the visor, which severely restricted observation. Enemies from all directions are increasingly overwhelming him.
Hell, I couldn't beat some militiamen with pitchforks!
I'm getting weaker! Is it because of Neferti?
7017k
