The night is hazy, and the vegetation in the underground world is all kinds of strange. Bright stripes of green, purple, red and blue are like painted paintings. Flowers as tall as a person in the gurgling water blow in the breeze with a fragrant and fresh sweet fragrance, with a hint of mint. The coolness of the summer heat turns into a cool feeling, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Erza was wearing a men's jacket, her long leather boots were swaying under her clothes, and she climbed up a big tree by stepping on the tangled roots. She pulled a flower on a vine, took a sip, and handed it to Griffith with pleasure and satisfaction flowing in her eyes.
Griffith was of course ignorant of biology, so he took a sip as expected, and was surprised to find that the nectar was slightly sweet and had an intoxicating fragrance, which swept away his fatigue.
"I didn't expect it," he praised repeatedly, "this is really interesting."
"There are countless unexpected surprises in the world." Erza reached out to pick another flower and looked into the distance with great fascination. "I heard that in the far west sea, there is a mermaid's labyrinth hidden deep in the great whirlpool;
"If you go east, beyond the snow-capped mountains, the tunnels dug by the dwarves are decorated with gold and gems, leading to endless cellars, halls and palaces."
Griffith put the petals into his mouth and chewed them slowly: "Your condition is much better. It seems that you are out of danger of losing control."
"It is still possible to suppress the mutation of extraordinary characteristics and authority and maintain yourself," Erza retracted her gaze and looked back at him, "Commodus and your authority have the power to suggest and suppress, and the divinity of thunder and storm has turned dormant.
"When you win the Sacrifice of the Chosen One, I will completely release my authority to resonate with you in the final sacrifice. By then, I will be free."
Griffith's knowledge of the occult was limited. He knew that the authority of God's Hand could be taken away from each other, and the authority of Naira, the first to be eliminated, was distributed to the remaining six people. However, more sophisticated methods of control were beyond his body of knowledge.
Seeing that he was a little confused, Erza explained:
“The Hand of God is nothing but a vessel.
"Once the container is broken, spiritual energy and authority will be poured into other containers, overflowing like a puff filled with cream... um, um~"
Griffith couldn't help but turn his face away.
Erza's face was slightly red and her eyes were a little evasive. She covered her mouth and stuck out her tongue to maintain her dignity:
"The closer we get to the end, the closer the divinity is to its essence. I estimate that if we defeat the hand of another god, the authority will condense into reality.
"The wishing vessel will come."
"What will happen to Galadia?"
“The more divinity there is in the vessel, the more humanity is suppressed, and eventually, we will all be dyed inhuman colors.
"The elves may have a way to temporarily control the loss of control, but as the glory of Canaan becomes increasingly dim, what crazy things will the greedy demon addicts do?"
Griffith felt his blood pressure soaring: "We need to end the battle here as soon as possible. By gathering the strength of the three of us, we will have an absolute advantage against any other Hand of God. Coupled with Roland's help, the wishing device Embodiment will be under our control.”
"Will things really go so smoothly... Our knowledge of the Chosen One's Sacrifice and the Wishing Device is very limited..." Erza shook her head, as if to drive away some bad thoughts. Soon, she cheered up and continued to move forward:
“My promotion still lacks the final step, the ritual requirements required to stabilize the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 5 Silver Dawn——
"Hunt an extraordinary creature that is no lower than Sequence Five and seize its extraordinary characteristics to reorganize the mystery that belongs to me."
…
The ancient city standing on the cliff shows turquoise silence and grandeur in the dim light of night. The ancient writings left on the stone tablets and carvings scattered along the way record the name of this ancient troll fortress——
Zulhakar.
The remaining patterns and hieroglyphs on the stone tablet are still vivid. Even if you just look at it for a moment, an ancient and ferocious meaning from the wild is ready to emerge.
On the altar on the top of a small fortress, there is a narrative mural painted on it. You can see the troll tribesmen kneeling in front of a huge stone of the altar. The leader of the elders is holding up a stone slab. The piece obtained from the ruins is quite similar. Behind the altar is a huge cave with a giant snake-like shadow.
It spreads its huge wings and has a crown-like bone plate on the back of its head. It is more noble and arrogant than all the kings in the world.
Kneeling before this stone mural was an old troll elder. His eyes were pious and timid, and he cautiously said to a troll next to him who was more gorgeously dressed and had a more respected status:
"His Excellency High Priest Venosis, the ancient Domon, the coming ceremony of the Blood Devourer from Taixu is nearing completion."
"Very good," the indifferent high-ranking priest stared at the jungle in the distance, then turned his head and snorted, "Then what?"
Sensing the displeasure of the other party, the troll elder hurriedly stood up, respectfully and humbly:
"Wise and powerful Lord Venosis, this year, I have been studying the knowledge of the Bellomon Tablets, following the instructions of you and the divine envoys. However, the closer we are to the end of the ritual, the summoning of the Blood Eater The rituals scare us more.
"We puny bugs cannot understand the great gods, but...
"It's just, a little weird...
"When we accidentally and fortunately heard the will of God Domeng, I had a feeling that this god was slightly different from what was recorded in ancient classics..."
"That's enough, shut up, you idiot."
The high-ranking priest whipped out his whip and slapped the elder on the back: "Magician Kiraka, your laziness and timidity bother me just as much as your awkward name.
"This is the sacred Zulhakar, not your Belomon Swamp where glory and courage have been forgotten. If it weren't for the fact that your fingers and tongue are still useful, I would have chopped you up and fed it to the crocodiles.
"Continue your summons without any delay!
"The Apostles of Ability God are fighting outside. As long as one of them falls, God Domon will gain the power to return to the world."
"This is exactly what I'm worried about!" the elder shouted in panic, completely ignoring the long whip in the hand of the high-ranking priest. "The stone tablet we interpreted was taken away by the apostle of the alien god, and it happened to be taken away by the tribe not long after. Found..."
High Priest Venosis raised his whip angrily, preparing to give this verbose old thing a good beating. At this moment, several priests and warriors hurriedly came outside the altar chamber. They didn't even have time to ask for permission before they fell on their knees at the feet of the high priest.
"Lord Venosis!
"Curse, curse!"
The troll clan fell from the peak of glory, and the remaining people survived in an extremely difficult environment. Hunger and terror were commonplace for this shattered civilization and its descendants.
But in the trough of decline, he desperately sought the unknown and mysterious gift. Not only did they defend the sacred troll city of Zul'haka, they even established four territories and fortresses in the four directions of the fortress.
The high-ranking priest Venosis who leads this altar is the leader who rebelled in despair. With one look from him, the frightened tribesmen shut up and looked up at him fearfully.
"The dead have dug their graves?" Venousis asked in a deep voice, "Or is there a bloodthirsty person?"
…
Erza drew a brief map with tree branches and introduced the situation to Griffith:
“The Southern Pyramid is the territory of the high-ranking priest Venoxis, who constantly sacrifices souls to the gods to obtain gifts.
"The Eastern Mine guards the vital mine. The green veins are unknown to be infected by mysterious things, possess crazy power, and are under the jurisdiction of the high-ranking lord Vimayek.
“The ruler of the Western Fortress is High Warlord Ekirum, who blocks and hunts the giant creatures of the underworld.
"The Outer City to the north is the entrance to Zul'Haka, run by the high witch doctor Jekrik, and now controlled by Commodus's forces.
"Zul'haka and the legendary Eternal Succession are guarded by four realms.
"According to my investigation, there are some kind of creature's lairs hidden in the surrounding territories, and the poisonous water seeping out is extremely dangerous. Before the surrounding smaller fortresses are destroyed, any creature will be cursed. The troll uses this as a barrier, even if Even Commodus found it difficult to enter Zulhakar's interior."
Despite the lack of accurate maps, both Erza and Griffith have a wealth of experience. Soon, they grasped the situation nearby through reconnaissance and testing.
"Commodus' troops will soon get the news that the trolls are dominated by the darkest gods," Erza reminded, "We must be prepared to fight."
Griffith nodded slightly.
"I'm here for this."
He came to an ancient rock ruins, where he had a panoramic view of this magnificent and mysterious land. The primeval forest breeds countless restless lives. They lurk beneath the canopy, ready to pounce on unwary intruders.
Far from the town, in the woods and shrubs, pale will-o'-the-wisps flickered. Between the dark woods, he could see messy graves and a dead world.
Griffith knelt down on one knee, pulled away the weeds and thorns, poured spiritual energy into the ground, then cut his wrist, and a drop of blood dripped:
"The previous battles consumed the corpses scattered around the perimeter. If I want to form an army as soon as possible, I must establish a base and capture the four surrounding territories."
Erza looked at him.
As the spiritual energy seeped into the ground through the bone ring Minos, the ink-black color spread in a ring. The surrounding lush vegetation began to wither, the earth lost its vitality, and the soil began to quickly become barren and dry. In a shrill and indescribable cry, a huge tower of bones slowly rose in front of the two people.
The bone tower merged with the rock ruins. Dark red vines hung on the wall like blood vessels. Evil green crystals condensed on the top, spinning rapidly amid bursts of buzzing.
A three-story tomb chamber was built. It was corroded by some strange plant-like and tentacle-like substance, like a black palace, emitting a strange green light all around.
The trees and grasslands have disappeared, replaced by a layer of sticky black mud covering the ground. The black mud seemed to be alive, extending its tentacles around. Wherever it went, the soil under the tombstone began to squirm and swell, as if something was about to break out of the ground.
A large number of black lines spread like tentacles in all directions, and withered and rotten arms stretched out from the ground. Amidst hoarse roars and ethereal, illusory murmurs, the undead underground awakened.
Gloomy green fire flashed in their eye bones, they dug up the ground with their skeletal arms, opened their decaying mouths, and let out a silent roar.
The black mud boiled like exploding slurry, exploding into stinky bubbles, and groups of the dead crawled toward the ground, shaking their rotten bodies.
The smell of corruption and thick sadness seemed to turn into substance, and endless screams echoed.
Far away from the large tomb, the black mud squirmed violently, forming small cyst-like black towers, which served as fulcrums to continue spreading the black mud.
"Is this black mud?" Erza asked.
"Yes," Griffith replied, "Wherever the black mud goes, it will strengthen the death knight's army.
“If Commodus comes to attack my base, we will destroy the camps outside Zulhaqa.
"If he doesn't come, then we will defeat him under the walls of Zul'Haka."
The familiar scent surged again. The giant undead Gulatoni emerged from the earth. After it crawled out of the soil, it shook vigorously, causing its body to grow bone armor and weapons.
"The Bone Judge Gulatoni is here," the monster roared, "Who am I going to tear apart?"
Griffith summoned Gulatoni the Stitch Monster and the Twelve Ghouls. When the intensity of the battle reaches a certain level, the weak zombies and skeletons are no longer capable of combat tasks.
The ghoul generally maintains a human structure, but has no skin or hair on its body. It is as hideous and disgusting as a skinned specimen.
their. It crawled on the ground, running like a cheetah, its blade-like bloody nails were very scary, its hind legs were strong and agile, and a long bone tail was dragged behind its back. The swollen brain tissue stretched open the skull, naked and twitching in the air. .
These monsters have an extreme hatred for living creatures and are eager to tear apart their flesh and blood. They tear through shields and armor with their sharp claws, and can devour the flesh of their targets to heal their own wounds.
Ghouls are the strongest combat power Griffith can master now. When the casualties in the battle accumulate to a certain level, Griffith can put the Brutal Beast and the Stitch Monster into battle.
The Stitch Monster is a collection of many corpses. The accumulated carrion can withstand battle axes and spears, and is a powerful human shield for the undead army.
Wild beasts are long-range units with dense bone armor. When they launch an attack, their strong muscle tissue will immediately contract, and the armor-piercing spikes fired contain toxins that can paralyze large beasts. It has grown bone claws that can move quickly on the ground, and cooperates with the snake-shaped torso to have strong off-road performance.
Griffith has very few extraordinary characteristics accumulated in his hands, and must gradually build up an army. He summoned the already formed Gulatoni and Ghouls to follow him:
"Once I control enough biomass, I can create war weapons based on the genetic template of the Ahai beasts. They are powerful undead beasts covered with hard scales, and their shells are astonishingly hard. The giant beasts on the outside of their mouths The blade can tear through rocks and metal with impressive sharpness. Its vitality is even more amazing. Even if it is violently attacked, the damaged parts can be reorganized and regenerated.
"I named them, Dead Skeletons."
(End of chapter)
