The lance penetrated Isius' swollen body, tearing off the worm's left arm and half of his chest. The wound was initially a shocking penetrating wound, but the high spiritual energy of the Blood Thorn immediately melted the wound and ignited Isius's equipment along the body.
"Bang!"
Isius exploded in the air, bursting out like a blazing fire like a lit firework. The red fire rain rustled on the ground, and black blood and minced meat were all over the ground.
Griffith galloped over on a skeletal horse, passing through the black and yellow filth and white bones on the ground, and came to the scattered wreckage of Isius. Si carefully examined it.
In the previous battle, Griffith threw several grenades and some magic potions while galloping. The fire and smoke formed after being detonated by the fireball blocked his vision, allowing him to hide for a short time and then strike with all his strength.
An experienced Shutoral or combat wizard should have been able to detect that the explosion was a trap.
After all, Isius' combat experience is still a bit lacking, or he is overconfident and thinks he can easily defeat the extraordinary knight...
However, if Isius only had this ability, it would be impossible to defeat the Extraordinary troops led by Ophelia, Nona and Kurala.
Griffith mobilized all his senses, not missing the slightest bit of strangeness in the air.
After projecting the blood thorn, his heart beat a little too fast. Using three high-level extraordinary abilities in a short period of time made his physical strength somewhat exhausted. Soon, the feeling of discomfort became more intense, and the powerful spiritual energy began to violently impact the body.
Griffith even noticed that his consciousness was a little blurry. His fingers and muscles were developing tiny cracks under his armor, then healed quickly, and then cracked again!
This is not good...
He has indeed gained a new extraordinary ability, and is about to be promoted to the rare Sequence 5 "Conqueror" of the Spell Breaker Path. This powerful force allows him to maneuver at high altitudes over long distances with his powerful team, and even allows his teammates to leapfrog through ranks and possess extraordinary strength in a short period of time.
How generous this mysterious gift is!
Griffith was secretly shocked. The source of this power was probably the torrent of psychic energy caused by Isius's sacrifice. There was no need for hard training and study, no need to accumulate combat experience, no need to hone the mind, just to You can get such an astonishing increase by offering sacrifices to foreign gods!
This is the hand of God, the chosen one who is qualified to summon miracles!
But at what cost?
Griffith felt that the enhanced extraordinary characteristics were urging his body to use this majestic power.
Every cell in his body was excited, and he had never been so eager for the blood and life of his enemy! Before being promoted to Sequence 5, the powerful psychic energy showed signs of being out of control and incompatible with flesh and blood.
He couldn't refuse any of this. If he doesn't do this, if he can't release his power as soon as possible, break through the limitations of Sequence 5, and adapt to his own status, Griffith will lose control and become a monster.
Exercise your power, build your strength! Such is the gift given and the price taken by the high mysteries.
"Captain, be careful, this monster is immortal!"
Desai shouted from a distance, shouting the warning with all his strength. In the time just now, he and Neferti had been far away from the most dangerous battlefield.
Sure enough, every piece of Isius's body came to life, like a lot of rolling beads of flesh and blood, constantly colliding and merging with each other, and then stood up again. This fragment between liquid and flesh is very similar to the blood puppet clone made by Minos.
"Isius, you guy..." Griffiths, who witnessed this scene, pulled out the condemning gun and shot it. The powerful psychic impact of the adamantine bullet blew away half of Isius's head in one shot.
However, this twisted monster turned out to be indifferent. The wound shook and curled, and was re-glued in just a few seconds. There was even a trace of a mocking smile on the face that had just been shattered.
"Useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless!"
Isius maintained his human form and stood calmly in front of Griffith, wagging his index finger: "I have become an immortal and immortal. The boundary between life and death, which ordinary people are afraid of, has long since I was surpassed!"
Griffith took back the blood thorn and said coldly: "I have seen many warriors who are still standing with swords and swords.
"There are a lot of powerful self-healing and strong vitality in this world, but a twisted and inhuman existence like you can no longer be measured by the vitality of living things.
"Isius, you have...
"Abandoning human existence."
"Hahaha, hahahahaha!" Ishu laughed wildly, "That's right!
"Just struggle, Xiaoyugan! Your spiritual energy is being consumed every moment, and my life is endless!"
At this time, a spooky and terrifying scream suddenly came from the sky, from far to near.
"Hiss--le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le!"
A giant dragon actually broke through the clouds and mist at this moment and swooped over at great speed. As soon as its huge and ferocious figure appeared, endless chaos, panic and despair were born in everyone's hearts!
"It's over, Griffith, the agent of the unnamed god," Isius raised his chin, "The moment the dragon at the top of the creature awakens, the miracle of the Chosen One's Sacrifice is destined to be It’s mine!”
"Oh?" Griffith just glanced at the giant dragon that rushed out of the clouds and then looked away, looking at Isius calmly, "But, in my opinion, you are the one who will be terminated next. "
He was sitting on the horse, his hand on his collar, stroking the pendant around his neck.
"?"
After hearing this, Isius was obviously stunned for a moment.
He has immortal vitality and a mythical dragon. How could anyone in the world still defeat him. However, Griffith's calm expression didn't seem like he was bluffing.
"What? Can't you understand?"
Griffith shook his head: "God's gifts all come with a price.
"What you get is immortal self-healing. Correspondingly, as a price for the extreme strengthening of your body, your spirit and mind have become corrupted.
"Your so-called personality that rivals the Hand of God is just a false illusion. Even if you offer sacrifices to the outer gods, He still will not let you see through the true meaning of the sacrifice of the Chosen One. The competition of the Hand of God is not between each other. The difference between superior and inferior."
The true meaning of the Sacrifice of the Chosen One?
The hand of God is not to differentiate between each other?
Isius vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain clearly. He raised his hand, and the swooping dragon waved its wings. It did not pounce on Griffith, but flew across the battlefield.
"Speak clearly," Isius felt unspeakably annoyed, "otherwise I'll feed you to the dragon!"
Griffith couldn't help but chuckle and said:
"Are you with the rebels in Verona? Tell me, what is your reason for attacking your friends in this war?"
"Tch, are you talking about this?" Isius clicked his tongue and said disdainfully, "I found the ancient ruins, so I have this invincible power. The era of mythical creatures is about to revive, and my destined path, I want to end this world with my own hands. I will..."
Griffith suddenly interrupted Isius: "Do Xia Boyang and his rebels think so too? The soldiers of Westeros should be called Gulam now, what do they think?"
"Those mortals?" Isius was surprised, "Why do dragons care about ants? They just need to follow me and believe me, that's enough!"
"That's what you think..." Griffith sighed, "Poor guy."
Isius was angered by this inexplicable pity. As soon as he raised his hand, the dragon in the air roared again.
"Go to hell, Xiaoyugan! You will all become my sacrifices and food!"
Isius was about to take action when suddenly, an extremely discordant jerkiness and stagnation spread throughout his body.
He couldn't turn around, couldn't move his hands, and even when he opened his mouth to speak, there was no sound. His brain became obscure and stagnant, his eyes moved in horror, and he saw sparse hair falling to the ground. He saw that his skin was folding, decaying, and festering!
[A strange sphere with one eye and human-like limbs appeared in front of Isius's field of vision, staring at him]
Everything happened so suddenly, without any warning. Isius, who was still connected to the dragon's will just now, seemed to be thrown into the abyss alone, disconnected from everything!
Griffith rode away quickly. He saw Naira von Kuimantha appearing near Isius, attacking Isius with authority.
At this moment, a shocking disturbance suddenly appeared in the air, as if a transparent and illusory door had been torn open. A figure appeared from inside the door.
The man raised his hand and pointed, and thunder and lightning fell from the sky. The powerful arc of light took the form of a sharp sword and struck down between Naira and Isius with a bang.
"Stop it, bastard!"
Aaron was wearing a pure white robe, surrounded by buzzing red, blue, and purple magic balls, suspended in mid-air. He looked down at Naira haughtily, with boredom and contempt.
The Hand of God has arrived!
Isius, who has turned on the sacrifice, is like a piece of candy cake dipped in honey, attracting the hand of God to arrive. They each have their own methods and come to seize Isius's power. When the competing God's Hands meet together, there is naturally nothing to hesitate about.
"let's go!"
Griffith drove directly to Desai and Neferty, grabbed Neferty, and took Desai away from the battlefield at high speed.
"Captain! (Mr. Knight!)" Desai and Neferti shouted at the same time. Before they could express what they meant, the sky and the earth suddenly collapsed, and thunder and fire rose from the sky.
Griffith turned around and saw Aaron and Naila being surrounded by their own strange visions and engaging in an earth-shattering fight. He looked at Isius who was beaten into mud again, shook his head, and said to himself:
"The outcome of a war cannot be determined by one or two weapons."
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