The Assault Scout's rapid-fire cannon is lightweight and easy to carry. Its range and power have been weakened to a certain extent, but its killing effect in a small space is still powerful.
Coupled with the grenades thrown by the grenadiers on both sides, even if the human face armor had a strong shield-like shell, it was still like flying snow meeting boiling water, disappearing in the flying shrapnel.
Griffith stood behind the infantry formation and suddenly felt something on his face. He raised his hand and wiped a lump of dark green pus from his face.
The rapid-fire cannon, which rotated its sub-cannons, had almost no need to stop to dissipate heat. It fired 10 rounds in a row until the entire passage was covered in choking smoke, and then it stopped shooting.
The rustling of the insects had subsided completely, leaving only subtle twitches and frictions in the smoke.
"It's really breathtaking," Bishop Osiris muttered, glancing at the knight beside him, "it reminds me of the good old days of Odessa."
This powerful charismatic priest is ready to go. As long as the infantry's defense line is breached, he will immediately advance forward with heavy shields and heavy armor.
"Times have changed, sir," Swordmaster Jeremiah said with a faint smile, "The holy sword of physics will eventually cut off the chains of mysticism. This is what Roland said."
"Roland said this? I don't believe it. You can't just blame Roland for all your bragging."
The bishop shook his head and said: "Muskets and cannons are somewhat powerful, but weapons also need people to handle them.
“Those mortals in the Confederacy are poor and weak;
"Our legion, when General Marius completes this round of military reforms, with shields and psychic blessings, and a tempered body, it will be strong and powerful!
"We still have thousands of Beyonders! The Confederacy only..."
While Griffith inspected the assault scouts cleaning the battlefield, he listened silently to the two extraordinary beings. Amber was right behind him, almost back-to-back, guarding each other.
She felt that the knight was particularly silent today, so she leaned back and rubbed her long blond hair against him:
"What are you thinking~?"
"I was thinking..." Griffith tapped his forehead.
If the princess's intelligence is correct, these powerful men present and their direct subordinates will definitely launch an attack somewhere, and there will even be demigods leading another team of extraordinary people following them.
Even if he knew there were dangerous enemies around him, Griffith couldn't attack them now or escape by himself. Without the assistance of powerful teammates, he and Amber alone would not be able to find a way forward...
Is there anyone here who could be an ally? Even if there is, how to get them to take a stand.
The situation in front of Griffith was extremely passive. If he didn't do something, the initiative would fall into the hands of the assassins of the Arcane Council. Once they chose the time and place to attack and besieged them with an absolute advantage, everything would be over.
This situation is even more dangerous than when Griffith was investigating the "Black Domain" in Verona...
"quiet."
Lourdes shouted coldly: "Have you forgotten where this place is?"
His words were like the cold wind from the far north cutting through the mind, making people tremble. The conversation in the team came to an abrupt end. Everyone seemed to have been whipped, and hurriedly packed up their equipment and took action.
Amber also trembled subconsciously and followed Griffith's footsteps. At this moment, she heard the knight beside her whisper: "Follow me, don't go away."
…
Giant beetles in the ruins feed on plants and carrion. Their remains are smeared with pus in the tunnels, and they can no longer threaten humans. However, as part of the underground ecology, the pus from the remains of giant insects will soon attract high-level predators.
The members participating in this mission are all experienced Beyonders and soldiers, and are naturally very aware of the dangers involved. Therefore, there was no need for instructions from superiors. The team members with enhanced perception explored the path ahead, while the remaining people walked through the messy battlefield one by one and continued deeper.
After advancing for a certain distance, everyone came to a magnificent hall.
This place is at least several kilometers away from the ground, but the wind sound is getting louder and louder inexplicably. The strong wind coming from nowhere even rolled up tumbling whirlpools in the dim light, like surging black tentacles. The overflowing pressure from an unknown source passes through the human skin, like a needle pricking it.
The roads here are even more intricate, with layers of steps, corridors, and terraces. Walking through them is really a dizzying feeling.
What's even more terrifying is that among these chaotic ancient ruins, red balls of light flash past from time to time.
"Count the number of people and set up a camp." Lourdes clearly has great experience in investigating ruins. "There are creatures contaminated by the dark atmosphere nearby, and they feed on things like human face armor.
"For hundreds of years, the Arcane Council has tried many times to explore the miracles of the trolls, but has achieved very little. This is because they have been harassed by endless mutant creatures."
This extraordinary wizard was obviously well prepared and well aware of the dangers of the ruins, so he was extremely careful.
The assault scouts immediately set about establishing a defensive line. They didn't care at all about the conditions of food and accommodation, but they very carefully chose a highland with a wide view, laid out multiple layers of traps nearby, and used thin wires to set up warning cords. If any living creature touched them, they would sound the alarm. Or detonate a planted bomb.
Griffith took Amber along the entire campground and gained a deeper understanding of the terrain.
Until now, there has been no sign of the attack. Lordes and the other extraordinary beings who led the team were busy with their own affairs. They must be worried that the nearby environment is complicated, and even if they take the lead, they cannot guarantee that Griffith, who is close to the fifth level of the sequence, will be killed in a short time.
Once Griffith hides in the nearby cave ruins, it will be troublesome to find him again...
However, Griffith also noticed that no matter how he moved, there would always be the eyes of at least one transcendent and a dozen soldiers near him.
"We seem to be being watched~" Amber also noticed something strange, "What should we do? Should we run?"
"oh?"
Amber came closer and whispered in his ear, "The mission given to me by the principal and the princess is to cover your departure in times of crisis. I can enter the form of a mythical creature in a short period of time, and I am fully confident in breaking through."
The warm breath made Griffith's ears itch. He glanced at the investigator and said, "You are still Sequence 7. When you enter the form of a mythical creature, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to come back?"
"I am the chosen one!" Amber patted her chest confidently, "How about it! Do you want to leave? Let's go now!"
Griffith smiled and shook his head: "It's not yet time."
After the security arrangements were completed, the extraordinary commando team took a rest. If you stay in the dark underground for a long time, your sense of time will become blurred. In order to ensure sufficient physical strength to perform tasks, the team must strictly implement a routine.
Griffith, like everyone else, brought prepared bread and cooked meat, which he could just roast on the fire and eat with water. Although alcohol is not allowed during war, the Beyeland army also allows a small amount of wine and honey to be added to the drinking water to maintain water quality. Paired with a large number of raisins and honey biscuits, it is easy to replenish physical strength.
Even though they had their own secrets, before they broke up, Griffith still sat down to eat with all the extraordinary people.
Since we are having a meal, it is inevitable that we will have something to talk about. So Bishop Osiris spoke again. This time, he did not raise his loud voice, but tried his best to lower his voice:
“Hey guys, you know what?
"There is a dark wizard's secret room hidden in this ruins."
Jeremiah shook his head in disbelief. Professor Lordes had no objection. Griffith listened in silence. Osiris is a veteran spy, no matter how bold he appears on the surface, he is a veteran spy.
"That was more than twenty years ago. At that time, I was still a traveling monk and followed the legion to the south. At that time, there were many trolls occupying abandoned ruins and pyramids on the edge of the crater and the sand sea.
"One day, we surrounded a ruins, and the trolls there were particularly stubborn. It took half of the warriors to kill them all. I still remember that blood flowed down the high steps, like a waterfall, and no one could stand. Stop.
"I was wondering at that time, why not set it on fire? It's so simple, no one has to sacrifice."
"Yes, why?" Jeremiah asked.
The sword master leaned his swords against the stone, raised his feet, and asked as he picked them.
"I went to ask," the bishop whispered, "but the big shots ignored me. Instead, they sent a wizard into the camp and ordered me to protect him.
"This wizard is very young and has a pale face. After all, there are corpses on the ground. However, he is very excited, as if nothing in the world is more glorious than his mission.
"I remembered his name, and what happened next will make me remember him for the rest of my life.
"His name is—
"Milovan Neville."
Okay, here we go, it seems these people have other purposes besides killing me... Griffith stared into the bishop's eyes and listened to him continue.
Milovan Neville, a member of the Arcane Parliament, was once the holder of the "Lin Yuan Collection", a sealed artifact related to the path to the undead. Count Larmore seems to have acquiesced in his direct involvement in the events on Neopolis.
Bishop Osiris's expression became very mysterious:
"When we entered, we found some of our people lying in the hall in the center of the ruins. Their faces were distorted and they were delirious. In the middle of the hall, there stood a stone slab. Our commander ordered everyone to line up to touch it. ."
"You guys, go up and touch? Are you lining up?" Jeremiah asked in surprise, "Is it possible?"
"Yes, that's right," the bishop nodded, "Extraordinaries, without protection, touch a sealed artifact that has written ancient secrets! Line up and pass the inspiration, will and sanity tests one by one!
“Only those who pass and persevere can decipher the secrets of the stone slab.
"This method will only be used when the situation is extremely critical and human lives must be taken."
Lourdes said nothing. He is like a piece of dry ice, without any ripples or movement.
"It was Neville's turn, the young wretch," said the Bishop, "who without a moment's hesitation raised his hand, touched it, fell down, and twitched like a fish thrown on the shore.
"The chief asked me to take this poor guy out for treatment immediately, and then ask others to come up.
"I carried Neville on my shoulders. He was very thin and light and could be easily taken outside. I used holy healing to treat him, hoping to relieve his pain. But, strangely, my level was not bad, but Nothing worked. Milovan Neville was completely deranged and dying."
"The mysteries of ancient times are normal," Jeremiah shook his head. "The collapse of one's mind is the same as death if one cannot bear it. Hey, wait a minute, why do I remember this person's name? I have heard it before."
"He is a member of the Arcane Council," the clown who had been as quiet as a piece of wood suddenly said, "The bishop's patient is very lucky."
"Lucky, lucky? Hehe," the bishop's burly body trembled with laughter, "Maybe.
"That night, I kept thinking about what had gone wrong with my prayers and healing, and couldn't sleep so I just walked around the camp. As I walked past a tent, I heard someone talking inside.
"The voice was somewhat familiar. I thought for a moment and remembered that it was Milovan Neville during the day!
"His words were coherent and clear, just like a normal person! I was so confused, why don't I congratulate him! At this moment, I heard him say——
"prophecy,
"Mentioned an ancient egg...
"The egg existed when the Trolls' empire was still unrivaled, and it contained the essence of the Old Gods.
"Maybe it's the hope that protects our world from destruction."
