Aaron felt that his throat was being tightened by the rope, and his chest was creaking under the heavy pressure. He was about to break his bones and crush his lungs at any time. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't even cast the simplest spell.
.
It seems that as long as Griffith is willing, he can kill Aaron with a sword at any time.
"Kill him, kill him!
"The road to the Ascension Festival has been opened! Embrace the power, mighty war knight!"
Layers of illusory whispers surged up like a tide, urging Griffith to take action. At the same time, he discovered that the unstable psychic crystals of the three Chosen One emblems he carried were condensing and condensing.
In the dark, he had an idea that gradually became clear -
“It’s not necessary to help Galadia win the winner’s crown, that’s not it!
"If I, Griffith, hold the title of War Knight, rare miracles will bless me. At that time, if Galadia has any wishes, can it be fulfilled for her?"
The voice in the ruins claiming to be the wishing device was also urging him. Not long ago, Griffith, Galadia and Erza equally divided the nine emblems in their hands to prevent accidents. If they were to capture Aaron's hands
With the emblem, Griffith's advantage will be unrivaled!
However, he cannot do this!
As a general, prudence is better than violence and courage.
Aaron received almost miraculous triple protections, namely: illusory guardian spirit, high-level near-death protection and high-level damage reflection.
The powerful hermit, Anas Tasios, was even wiped out by this power. Griffith even received the guardian spirit's iron fist with his face, and was seriously injured by the rebound damage. A painful lesson.
With vivid memories, Griffith believed that although his power was strong, he could never defeat the near-god Hermit. His advantages were obvious, but they were not stronger than the gap between the Black Magic Supreme and the baby.
He must be more cautious.
Moreover, what makes him even more strange is——
Galadia and Erza came so slowly, why haven't they caught up yet?
It was impossible for Aaron's previous group repel to seriously injure them. The subsequent pursuit gave them enough time to recover, but until now, Griffith had not seen the two people who were known for their speed.
"Garadia, where are you?" Griffith thought silently in his mind and called his teammates, "Erza, do you hear me?"
He was answered only by silence.
Sure enough, there is a problem... A general should have a clear strategic purpose and decide the starting point and end point of the war instead of being influenced by the battle. There are many secrets hidden in this ruins. The wishing device wants me to kill Aaron, but...
I won't do this until I fully grasp the situation. The top priority is to reunite with Galadia and the others, and fighting for the miracle is secondary.
Griffith had already shown his strength, knocking down Aaron and taking advantage. As a qualified commander, he thought for a moment and stepped aside:
"Stand up, Aaron Lentilus, our fight is over."
"?"
The mountain-like heavy pressure was suddenly relieved. Aaron squirmed his almost broken neck, took a breath, stood up and looked at Griffith who was at leisure:
"My strength is not exhausted, Griffith de Ravenel, I can fight another day.
"This is just the beginning!"
Are you saying that your skill set was interrupted within a few minutes of the battle, and you couldn't even utter a single spell? You were just showing weakness, and you didn't want to play unless you were really bad... Griffith suppressed the thought of complaining, with a cold expression on his face.
He said: "I heard a voice from an unknown source. Before I find out the situation, I'll put the fight between you and me aside for now."
These words somehow provoked Aaron, and his shining red eyes became as majestic as the vertical pupils of a dragon: "Arrogant, arrogant and stupid!
"Don't think that your characteristics can restrain me. Once I complete a simple adjustment, I will make you irresistible."
Griffith glanced at him and did not answer. He just murmured something in his heart - it's your business what you think. When Galadia, Erza, I and I meet up, we will deal with you three to one. Don't you want to reconcile?
Is it as round as it wants to be flat?
Griffith ignored him and continued to maintain an incomprehensible and proud look: "Where are the other chosen ones? I can't feel any trace of them."
Aaron's soft and delicate blond hair was flying in the wind, his tall nose and handsome cheeks twitched slightly due to neglect, and his blood-red eyes radiated a soul-stirring light like stars.
What? Do you want to fight? Griffith felt intimidated and held his right hand empty. His extraordinary ability "Chokehold" was ready to go.
Aaron took a deep look at Griffith, suppressed his anger, adjusted his robes, and said in his usual mesmerizing tone:
"We are divided,
"The miracle has already taken shape, and its power will lead the remaining chosen ones to different locations to receive the qualifications to the godhead. The one prepared for us must be not far away. Before we complete this step,
Underneath the Annock Senate is a psychic labyrinth that imprisons the soul, from which the chosen cannot escape."
Oh, why? Griffith wanted to ask very much, but thought that it might damage his invincible image, so he stopped talking.
As expected, Aaron continued:
"The emblem we hold is being transformed and reconstructed into a key to initiate the ceremony. This is in line with the ritual rules of high-level advent. Each chosen one will receive an engraving that goes straight to the source."
As soon as he finished speaking, Griffith found that the three emblems he held were dissipating, and the majestic and frightening spiritual energy passed through his limbs and bones, condensing into three crossed swords in his pupils.
The pattern then dissipates.
The shadows of three magic balls also flashed in Aaron's eyes.
"You are indeed not a Paladin, a Desert Knight or a Death Knight," Aaron noticed the strange sight in Griffith's eyes and his expression moved slightly, "Originally I was just guessing, but this unique mark... your true identity was...
A transcendent who has cut off the inherited path of being a law breaker, right?"
Don’t you still know it after personally experiencing my true power... Griffith smiled slightly and replied with a hint of joking:
"Desolation Knight, Truth Speaker, Death Knight, who knows, there is more than one way to restrain magic.
"Maybe he's a ranger~"
"Huh, that's nonsense." Aaron snorted dissatisfied. He thought for a moment and continued the topic:
"The energy of unstable psychic crystals has been solidified by the power here and merged with us. From this moment on, you and I are containers of the huge psychic energy needed to unlock miracles. I speculate that the only remaining chosen ones are
Seven or eight people, in a sense, we are already candidates for the hand of God who controls the ultimate power of various mysterious paths, but we have not yet become slaves of the gods."
Vessel, me? Hand of God?!
Griffith couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face.
"Why are you surprised? Isn't this common sense in high-level advent arts? People who call for miracles need to become vessels of miracles. People who come here all have this awareness," Aaron folded his arms,
He tapped his arm with his fingers impatiently, "If only you had fewer girls and studied more magic theory, you wouldn't be so shocked at this moment.
"The ignorant man's mysterious journey leads to death."
Me! Griffith almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Mysterious knowledge cannot be learned just by wanting to learn it. Shutoral, who cannot practice magic, can only rely on rote memorization and fantasy to understand magic. Needless to say, how abstract and incredible it is! It is definitely not because of his inability to learn it.
What other reason!
"Come on, follow me. You, a fool with a head full of muscles, will only lose your life meaninglessly in a place like this. I will lead you to the core," Aaron said. "Before you reach the place of miracles,
Just cherish your life!"
…
As he went deeper into the underground ruins, Griffith finally saw the true appearance of the entire ancient lost city.
In the vast and unimaginable underground world, he and Aaron continued to move deeper along a carefully constructed road. The stone walls on both sides were inlaid with magnificent luminous crystals, which glowed in the darkness.
Griffith turned his attention to the crystal and was surprised to find that what was preserved in it was a fossil with clear stripes and wavy marks.
This familiar object shocked his whole body.
"Have you seen it?" Aaron noticed his strangeness, "Don't put too much thought into it. The sealed objects left here may imprison the mind at any time. When two people are walking together, they must be extra vigilant about the other person's state and intervene in time.
.”
Next, they saw more crystals, and the sealed fossils were even more amazing - they were pupae with wavy strips attached to them. The limb structures showed irregular radial shapes and indescribable deformities and distortions.
In the center, there are multiple ridges, from which the limbs or tentacles are branched.
Griffith will never forget that in the ruins under the Bellomont Swamp, archaeologists unearthed the fossils of the same large ancient creature. The fossils of the creatures displayed in the Senate of the Annock city-state are even more
Complete, you can even see the tentacles that have not yet fallen off.
Could these be what Pelotis said, the remains of the ancient ones?
"Say your wish, War Knight."
To be continued...