"Go grab that woman! Take her away!"
The militiamen who besieged Desai finally remembered something, and three of them rushed towards Neferti. Others stood between Desai and Neferti, raising their pitchforks and waiting for the second-level team leader to hit them.
what happened? Are these militiamen? I've killed several people, why do I still have such fighting spirit?
Desai, who had been fighting and marching without stopping from yesterday until now, was almost out of breath. The heavy shield weighed down his arm, and the sword was not raised as high as it was at the beginning. He couldn't fight off the militiamen in front of him, nor could he defend Neferti. His teeth were grinding loudly, but he couldn't change the reality in front of him.
Rush again!
Desai charged at the pitchfork with all his strength, and several fork tips hit his breastplate, making a deafening sound and sliding aside. He rushed into the crowd, and the sword in his hand immediately drew a bright light and shadow.
The militiamen stabbed in unison, metal against metal, tearing at Desai's chest, arms, and helmet. Without even looking, Desai slashed his sword between the shoulder and elbow of a militiaman, then swiped upward diagonally, and half of his head flew through the crowd, spraying blood and brains.
"kill him!"
"Take her away!"
The sun peeked through the low clouds for the first time in a long time. The militiamen, whose faces were covered in blood, roared and burst out with surprising fighting spirit, and they stopped in front of Desai. Several men stabbed Neferti's horse and dragged her aside by her hair and clothes.
Don't even think about it!
Desai raised the dented metal shield, and a bright beam of sunlight reflected on the polished gold and copper, piercing the militiaman's eyes. Desai took advantage of the situation and stabbed the militia captain with his sword. He pierced the scale armor and turned it hard on the chest, causing the militia captain to scream.
Got it! Without the commander, do you want to continue fighting?
Desai was about to draw his sword, but unexpectedly, the militia captain raised his hands and held the sword tightly so that he could not draw it out. Another person jumped out of the crowd. He didn't have a pitchfork in his hand, but he was holding a smoking black iron ball and rushed towards Desai.
Grenade? ! What a brave man! My mission is going to fail, and the sacrifices of so many people are going to be in vain!
Desai was stunned by these militiamen. He was a cold and tough warrior, but he didn't expect that the ragged farmer in front of him was no worse than him! In this flash of lightning, he only had time to grab the fallen militiaman and move him forward.
"boom!"
The black grenade made a loud noise, and the flying debris and shock wave knocked Desai away.
Severe tinnitus, vision blurred, and the whole world was spinning upside down.
Desai tried to stand up, but the pain and dizziness pinned him to the ground. Burnt pieces of iron were embedded in his breastplate and mail, and a pool of red blood stretched beneath him.
Suddenly, a leg stepped on the chest of the second-level squad leader, and the last three militiamen ran over, cursing and raising pitchforks to stab him wildly. Desai suddenly raised his hand, took out a dagger and stabbed their knees. The four men fought in a pool of dust and blood, with the broken pitchfork swinging back and forth.
"robber!"
"murderer!"
The militiamen shouted, broke their pitchforks, and hammered Desai on the head with their fists.
Desai was about to die. He didn't know where the dagger stabbed, and the blood on his armor was frosted in the cold air. Amidst the dizzying rattling sounds, he vaguely heard a clear and ethereal prayer.
who? Who is praying? To whom?
A dazzling red light rose into the sky, and an unusually powerful aura suddenly surged in from a distance. The dark clouds holding down the sky were flying away, and the strong wind was mixed with the strange flapping sound of wings.
"ah--!"
The militiamen suddenly let out a heart-rending scream, as if they had witnessed indescribable horror, leaving the dead and injured on the ground and fled into the woods.
What's coming? What could frighten these brave men so much?
Desai felt that his body was cold and his heated mind had cooled down. He vaguely saw Neferti kneeling not far away, like a little rabbit under the talons of an eagle, her smart eyes filled with desperate trembling. Soon, he himself clearly felt what a terrifyingly powerful aura was crushing him.
The man-eating monster opened its bloody mouth!
In a trance, an inhuman, monster tentacle curled towards Neferti in the air. Its open mouthparts were like spiral petals, and the layers of finely serrated fangs were hung with minced meat and bone foam. Doomsday despair swirls among the saw teeth, with a chaotic and terrifying will, trying to swallow people into endless death and terror!
This boundless evil, this twisted will, is Isius, he has been attracted!
This crazy monster suddenly appeared in the treetops, barely human except for its face. It has huge bone wings and a bone tail, and spear-like bone spurs protrude from its back. The original left hand has been replaced by a curled huge black terrifying worm!
What a monster is this! Desai's mind was struck horribly, almost exploding amidst the crazy flute music. However, he withstood the impact and clearly realized-
Wait, there is another one...
Red light flashed in the sky, and amidst the whistling and roaring sounds that tore the air, extremely oppressive and terrifying sonic booms and roars surged in the eardrums, one after another!
Black and red electric lights intersect in the sky, creating pure darkness that swallows air and light. The moment the terrifying tentacles fell from the sky, a purple-red lance came through the air and shot the tentacles into the air.
Every nerve in Desai was trembling! Although he wasn't sure what was going to happen, every cell was telling him -
There is nothing to be afraid of anymore!
Desai forced his eyes open and saw a knight wearing a silver breastplate and holding a purple lance surrounded by dazzling arcs of lightning. The knight tapped the ground with his lance, and crimson lightning immediately burst into cheers, surrounding him and the horse with red light, forming a shield like water droplets.
A cold smile appeared on the familiar face.
Neferti, whose dress was torn, jumped up from the ground with joy, but almost tripped again. She shook her long blond hair and ran towards the familiar figure like a kitten that saw its owner returning home, shouting as she ran.
"knight!
"Griffith Knight!"
Desai had a strange feeling. It seemed like there was something stuck in my heart, but I couldn't explain it clearly.
Griffith was riding on a cold skeletal horse, holding a bloody thorn in his hand. He glanced at the girl on tiptoes and Desai who fell to the ground. His sharp eyes were like scarlet under his dark golden faceplate. The tremors and fear that made people unable to look directly penetrated their bones, echoing silently in the depths of their hearts.
"From now on, I will take over the battlefield.
"Griffith de Ravenel."
With a roar, Griffith galloped towards the barren hills nearby. Suddenly another haze swept across the sky, and the sun was blocked by this sudden shadow.
"Come and fight, Xiaoyugan!" Isius opened his bone wings and flew through the air, chasing after the war knights on the ground. "I have been waiting for this day for a long time. It's so exciting!"
He has suddenly become a monster with various limbs spliced together. He is bloated and gigantic. He crushes and hits wherever he goes. All forests and rocks are trampled and crushed arbitrarily.
"Want to run away? Can you escape this overwhelming firepower?"
Isius chased after him with all his strength. Human arms sprouted from his torso and limbs. He waved his wand, outlined magic patterns, and threw beams of light and fireballs all over the sky to pursue Griffith's traces.
Griffith raised his gun and galloped, the howling wind turned into the sound of whipping, and wherever the sharp edges of the blood thorns touched, they left only aftershocks of lightning.
In just a moment, Isius suddenly lost his grip on Griffith, as if the other party was invisible.
Immediately afterwards, a fireball caused a violent explosion.
Iseus flew in the fierce winds, over the burning earth and over the fire.
This must have hit a transcendent, as the spellcasting materials and psychic weapons exploded to create such a large explosion.
What about the body parts? Guys like Griffith were blown to ashes? After all, the omnipotent spellcaster is stronger...
Ecstasy, surprise and luck mixed together and poured into the deformed brain. For a moment, Isius even regretted that victory came so easily, without torture and whining as seasoning, and a little less fun.
Suddenly, a shrill scream sounded from his spirit. The terrifying spiritual energy burst into an invisible raging frenzy, and the suffocating oppression made the soul whimper.
The overwhelming murderous intention suddenly appeared behind Isius, on the side and rear of the flight path.
Wait, no, there is too little residue! There should be more wreckage when a fully equipped transcendent explodes... This, this is a trap!
You plotted against me, Griffith!
In the waves of fire on the ground, violent killing intent arose like an overwhelming force. Griffith was hidden in the bright light of the explosion, holding a blood thorn in his hand, expanding his projected posture to the limit! The blood thorn is annihilating the entity, turning into a bolt of lightning, emitting an explosion that penetrates the air, leaving behind layers of vortexes that break through the clouds.
This full blow fell in Isius' eyes, and he felt that the knight in front of him was accumulating all his pain, joy, sentimentality and happiness, and then condensing, sublimating, and condensing it into a devastating blow!
Howling cavalry and terrifying wind pressure filled the field of vision. The entire world of Isius is filled with sharp killing intent, reaching straight into the abyss of destruction.
In the chaos, Isius no longer knew what he was going to do!
His whole body trembled, terrified by the power he had never seen before.
Every cell in his body screamed to run, run now! But he was trapped in an endless swamp, unable to move forward. The whole world seems to have become the enemy, presenting itself to a terrifying blow.
He witnessed the sharp lightning and felt fear and trembling from the bottom of his soul. Only the arrogant and false barking emboldened him:
“It’s still ten thousand years too early to kill me!
"I have the protection of the Immortal God!"
Griffith's eyes, which were like flames, cruelly and decisively strangled this miserable soul.
This blow will wipe out all your shields, blessings, magic enhancements, healing spells, etc., and even destroy the gifts of the gods. Be afraid, I will beat you back to a worm!
Griffith recited silently in his heart, then shouted the true name given to the weapon and threw it with all his strength:
“O gods, bow down before me!
“Morituri te salutant (morituri te salutant) to the dead!”
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