He distanced himself!
As soon as the fear caused by the death coil receded, the orcs broke free from the chaos and immediately began to search for the knight.
Invisibility. According to intelligence, the guardian knight is equipped with a sealed object that can hide himself. After the combo is interrupted, he will immediately retreat into the shadows and then make a sneak attack... The bloody eyes of the strong orc Malbus quickly swept over the most likely sneak attack. Columns, walls, sculptures and furnishings, the beast-like perception does not miss the slightest trace.
"What are you looking for?" Griffith tapped the scabbard of his sword as a greeting, "Your prototype, the orc warriors of the Clan Alliance, would not be so panicked."
He neither hid nor hid, standing majestically under a mural of Moonlight Grove, and raised his chin towards the alert orc.
"Don't compare me with those lower creatures, humans," Malbus hissed, "We are the warriors of the Creator, the perfect evolution beyond the primitive orcs, and our strength, speed, and precision are far above them. "
"Oh? Power, you mean those cute fists like girls putting on foundation? We are weak and weak, so you should find a handkerchief and embroider it!"
The orc's face twisted. The ugly outlines and the fangs protruding from the lips trembled.
"I'm going to rip your head off and hang it on your intestines to dry."
"Hoho, what are you waiting for?" Griffith raised his fists in a fighting stance, "Come here quickly, and I will teach you what fighting is."
The orc roared loudly. He sank toward the ground, kicked his legs towards the earth, and shot out like a cannonball.
"I'm going to break your bones! A 2,000-pound punch!"
"Peng!"
This punch directly knocked the knight's arms away, and even the breastplate sprayed like mud. Marbus' fist passed through the chest and dug a huge hole in Griffith's body.
However, after this successful attack, Malbus did not feel the slightest joy or relief. The hit felt like a punch punched into a muddy swamp. The thick, stagnant feeling even threatened to suck him in.
Horror flashed through his ferocious eyes, and Malbus suddenly saw that the knight in front of him was dissolving like an ooze monster.
Puppet stand-in, this is a trap!
The howling wind sounded from behind. A huge spider web shrouded the sky, covering the strong orc man tightly before he could break free.
In the originally deserted place, the air suddenly shook like water waves, and Griffith's majestic figure emerged from the twisted ripples. He was holding a sharp throwing spear, and lava-like fire was flowing on the spear thorn.
"You have half a minute," Griffith stared coldly at the prey under the predator's web, "to tell you, who is your master?"
The strong orcs suddenly burst into flames, tearing wildly with astonishing explosive power. However, the extremely tough net rope trapped his hands and feet, and even tightened tighter and tighter until it tore the flesh and made a tooth-itching cutting sound on the bones.
Griffith waved his hand and the veto shot out, piercing the orc's abdomen and pinning him to the ground.
"There are still 27 seconds, 26, 25..."
"Heheheheheheheh!"
Marbas laughed hoarsely, and his body began to tremble violently, his strong muscles swollen, and sharp bone thorns penetrated the body, tearing the flesh. Just under the cracked flesh, a layer of pitch-black bone armor was squirming like a bug, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. ….
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Not like an elf, and definitely not a human, it reminded Galadia of some memories that were about to be forgotten.
However, Galadia had no time to think too much, as the black thread was dragging her into the darkness. After being entangled by these insect-like black shadows, she felt that her thoughts gradually became confused and sluggish, her arms and shoulders were very sluggish, and her joints were so stiff that they seemed to be wrapped in plaster.
These black threads are as flat as shadows. Even if you pull them with your hands, you can't catch them without a solid body.
This is the ability of the "Collector" path transcendent! Tarkin Amon is at the end of this black line.
Galadia immediately took out the silver table knife hidden under her skirt and picked at the thread.
The moment the sword shined, spiritual energy surged, and the black threads were all cut off. Something gave an almost disembodied scream and fled into the shadows.
Galadia broke away and stood up, looking around warily.
The light here is very dark, and the lights on the walls barely allow people to see clearly. Gorgeous white stone steps lead to the deeper and darker lower level. The majestic buildings and murals on the walls show that this is still the lower part of the Nebula Temple.
In the dark, she heard strange noises of unknown origin.
winter! winter! winter!
Weird sounds seemed to come out of the darkness of the void, echoing in my mind.
winter! winter! winter!
Several black hands emerged from the invisible darkness and approached quietly. They are also like shadows, as flat as being painted on the ground. They do not squirm or crawl. They just lengthen a little bit, and continue to extend amidst the indescribable sinister flute sounds.
Galadia felt dizzy and her vision began to become hazy. The moment she saw these tentacles, she lost some of her sanity.
Those hands were winding around, but not close. However, a hand approached the crystal lamp on the wall, paused, and then made a "clasp" motion.
The lights went out instantly.
The black hand "stole" the light. Galadia seemed to fall into the abyss at the same time, her mind was violently impacted, and she almost lost consciousness.
This is the mystery that attacks reason... Galadia's magic eyes flashed with a captivating red light, more magnificent than gems, deeper than the abyss, igniting pure red spiritual fire.
"Burn them all!"
The red flames tore cracks in the world's barriers, and the chaotic atmosphere was vented in the form of black flames, splashing on the ground and walls.
This weird flame seemed to be burning, but there was an almost liquid flow, spreading to all directions.
"Peng." Once the nearly invisible black hand came into contact with the pitch-black flames, it immediately exploded and turned into fly ash and was extinguished by the wind. ….
The virtual fire released by the Demonic Eye has the power of annihilation that ignores all defenses.
Galadia was bathed in a blood-red arc of light, and the ball lightning formed by the scarlet arc whip whipped wantonly in the air. , forming a formidable and powerful shield. When the mysterious tentacles were extinguished, she felt that some of her sanity had returned.
Griffith and I were separated...
The sound just now indicated that there was another creature that did not belong here helping Tarkin. How did it get in? Could it be that……
Galadia gently pressed her forehead to stabilize her mind, and said into the darkness where she couldn't see clearly:
"The aura outside is that of an orc?
"It seems that he doesn't plan to hide it anymore. Is this really good?"
"The communication between Canaan and the outside world has long been interrupted; as long as no one can tell the secret alive, the secret will not be leaked," Tarkin's hoarse voice sounded faintly in the darkness, "Besides, it is too late to find out now."
He seemed to be dragging some heavy burden, struggling to show his figure. The firm and wise eyes were filled with fatigue and sleepiness, like a dull doll.
At the same time that Tarkin appeared, Galadia seemed to see something squirming and swollen in the corner.
Several shadow-like things were slowly taking shape. At first they were illusory like mist, but gradually became thicker and more substantial, with huge bodies, disproportionate hooves,
The jagged mouth and goat's horns are extremely confusing and unreal.
"Attack, my volume!"
Groups of shadow monsters appeared in front of Tarkin, surrounding him from all sides. However, before they touched Galadia, the fire of the void had already swept up, engulfing Tarkin in the scarlet flames.
As long as it is captured by Galadia's magic eye, the fire of the virtual realm will ignite the target regardless of defense.
Tarkin's shield flashed rapidly and was extinguished. His clothes and flesh were burned away in the blink of an eye and turned into nothing.
However, the shadow monster's actions did not stop. These chaotic and evil monsters have lost their summoner, but still follow their previous orders.
A shadow monster even squeezed to the outside of Galadia's shield, opened its mouth wide and took a bite.
This bite seemed ordinary, but it stirred up a violent arc of electricity, causing visible damage to the shield. More monsters followed one after another, biting madly.
Tarkin is still here, and he is still commanding these shadow monsters... While avoiding the bite of the shadow monsters, Galadia scanned the surroundings with her keen senses, and found that there was still Tarkin's aura in another corner.
what happened? It was only true that Tarkin had been eliminated just now. Whether it's spiritual energy or breath, it's only right that it's captured.
My spiritual energy is very stable. This is not an illusion...Does Tarkin, like Yinsius, have the authority to be reborn?
Galadia had no time to think about it, as the dense shadow monsters were tearing at her shield. She immediately turned her gaze away, and the second Tarkin was ignited on the spot, burning completely.
"The Hand of God is truly a cursed existence," Tarkin's voice sounded again, appearing at another entrance to the underground hall. "The power of the virtual realm can burn through all defenses. However, the breath of the end will also swallow you. .Garadia, this route is hopeless.”….
"I agree with you. Indeed, this power should not exist in the world," Galadia said. Her left eye, which had been guiding the fire of the virtual realm, was temporarily closed, extinguishing the terrifying burning. "But, you You don’t expect me to be captured without mercy, do you?”
"I don't expect that," Tarkin admitted frankly, "but the continuous release of the fire of the void must make you very tired. Your body and will cannot bear this kind of power.
"This is the limit of flesh and blood."
The two elves were talking and fighting. Whenever Galadia destroys a "Tarkin", a new Tarkin will immediately appear nearby and command the shadow monster to fight with her.
The pace of the battle between the two sides was extremely fast. Under the attack of the fire of the virtual realm, Tarkin's survival was almost counted in seconds, but he kept reappearing as if endlessly.
As time goes by, more and more shadow monsters appear around, even faster than Galadia can burn them.
I will be dragged down... If this continues, even if Griffith arrives, he will not be able to deal with so many shadow monsters... Galadia waved her hand, pointing the silver knife in her hand at the dense army of shadow monsters like an arrow. .
"This knife is very sharp, but of what use is it!" Tarkin noticed her actions and asked loudly, "In the same sequence of battles, when a collector releases all the summons, the victory of the battle will be It’s doomed!”
"Everything you say is right~"
The silver table knife in Galadia's hand suddenly turned into starlight and dispersed. Her long hair was flying in the air, and layers of magic circles were rotating around her with astonishing momentum. Ball lightning of blue, green and gold loomed around her. Little bits of light gather into dazzling starlight.
Is this also the power of the virtual realm? It's not at the same level as before... After a moment of astonishment, Tarkin suddenly realized——
The function of that knife is not to attack, but to charge!
"For the military range attack spell, the artillery form is deployed, and the countdown is activated.
"Prayer strengthens."
Galadia no longer dodges, using a powerful shield to block the shadow monster's siege while chanting in a low voice. In the far north night sky beyond the reach of the eyes, there is a star echoing her prayers with irresistible pressure and power.
Galadia
Her eyes became as pure as losing their emotions, as if they were incarnate into an indescribable existence and will walking on the ground. The air, light and dust were suddenly stopped, and they listened fearfully and respectfully to her bright and direct prayers that penetrated into the heart:
"The everlasting light that bestows kindness and shelter,
"Guardian of nature and balance,
"The guide on the endless journey,
"I identify the missing arrow as the enemy of the starlight."
Tarkin choked. The astonishing psychic energy was like a tide, filling the entire underground space, leaving him and his summons with nowhere to escape.
The air suddenly compresses. Sound and light were instantly deprived, as if a black hole had swallowed everything. Then, the pure light bloomed, roaring to the darkness.
"AiyaE?rendi@nionAa! (Salute to the brightest star Elendil!)"
Indescribable screams and deafening roars merged together, opening up a bright and smooth path in the dark underground.
The densely packed monsters were swept by the unstoppable silver light. Regardless of whether they were strong or weak, crazy or evil, they were all wiped out in the bright light. .
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