The boy who had defeated the man fell to the ground on his back, blood gurgling from the wound on his chest.
Have you killed him? Kill him! No matter what kind of monster he is, his body should only be that of a first-year magician.
Don't be careless, you still don't know what trump card he has... Griffith was lying on the ground, his ears on the ground, listening to see if Aaron, who was close at hand, still had a heartbeat.
He heard nothing.
But don't be careless. Aaron is possessed by some kind of terrible existence, and may even have been transformed into some kind of unspeakable existence.
In addition to corrupting the user's mind and corroding his body, black magic can often greatly increase vitality, quickly heal injuries with an inhuman power, and even maintain immortality under fatal wounds. Griffith has fallen from the fallen
The vampire baron has the same type of abilities.
"I only have the last rune left. I can't waste it. I have to cut off his head!" Griffith took out Karius's ax, got close to Aaron, and chopped it towards his throat.
"clang!"
The ax blade hit the ground hard, causing a splash of sparks. In Griffith's horrified eyes, Aaron, who must have been fatally injured, flew up and avoided the ax blade hitting his throat.
No, no, he didn't fly by himself! Behind Aaron, a mature and beautiful blond woman appeared. Her appearance was somewhat similar to Aaron's. Her figure was illusory, but she easily lifted the unconscious Aaron.
Pick it up.
What is this!? A ghost?
The blonde woman was beautiful and strong, but her brows were filled with solemn hatred and determination. Without saying a word, she punched the trainee knight on the head.
"Freeze—nova!" Griffith's hair stood on end in horror as he screamed at this incomprehensible scene.
The powerful power of the runes was activated in an instant, and an extremely cold ice storm roared towards the woman who was close at hand!
Not only did the extremely cold ice energy not touch the ethereal woman, but it was dispersed by the thunderous uppercut without any hindrance.
What! How could it be possible? He is immune to magic!?
"Boom!"
Griffith was hit hard on the forehead. He even heard the cracking sound of his helmet and his skull, and flew to one side until he hit the steps leading to the upper level and rolled over.
Aaron had woken up from his coma, and the corners of his cold mouth were slightly raised, "You should be proud of yourself for being able to push me to this extent, bug!"
It hurts so much...ah, so disgusting, I want to vomit... Griffith's mouth was bitter, severe pain and dizziness surged out of his mind. His helmet had flown to an unknown place, and his body was like a ship that had landed on the beach.
Like a fish, it struggled desperately to escape.
Why!? Why isn't he dead? Oh no, it doesn't matter whether he is dead or not. Where did this ghost-like woman appear? Ah, my head hurts!
Aaron walked towards Griffith leisurely like an uncrowned king. The beautiful ghost woman floated beside him like a shadow, never leaving him.
Run! This is not an enemy I can defeat. I can't even understand it. Griffith struggled desperately.
But, my feet, I can’t stand up on my feet! After injuring my brain, is it so difficult to even move?
Griffith began to vomit violently. No matter how hard he tried, he could only drag his body along the steps, losing all feeling in his feet.
Aaron wiped the blood from his chest and watched the trainee knight struggling with a contemptuous smile. Suddenly, Griffith endured a severe headache, condensed new runes with all his strength, and froze ice around and behind him.
The runic energy completed his instructions efficiently. Aaron found that his feet were frozen to the cold ground as soon as he took a few steps.
"Hmm? This trick again?"
"Ha~ha!" Griffith desperately climbed up a few stairs, gradually opening the distance from Aaron. The extraordinary characteristics of the fallen vampire in his body were surging desperately, trying his best to heal the injury on his head.
"My body is so sluggish! Just a little more, as long as I get there! Just get there!" Griffith felt his head spurting blood, and the thick liquid had covered half of his face.
"My body is quite honest, Griffith. In the end, I crawled to the front of the Transformation Mirror." Aaron had already come to his side. "Take out the Philosopher's Stone from the mirror, and I can reduce your
pain."
Griffith gasped, looked up at Aaron, and struggled to press his hand on the mirror.
"Haha, hahaha, hahahahahaha!"
The desperate trainee knight suddenly laughed wildly, his torn cheek exposing his facial bones and teeth, and his crazy smile made even the most rotten mutant creatures shudder.
"Are you crazy?" Aaron spat in disgust, "Have you lost all your sanity when you don't have anything?"
"Hahahaha!" Griffith continued to laugh wildly,
"Okay, Aaron, I'll take it out right now!
"What was taken out of this teleportation mirror is,"
Aaron was stunned. He saw a thick cloud of ink-like smoke appear in the mirror, spinning and condensing rapidly, and something huge rushed out of the mirror. He couldn't help but take a step back, but it was already too late.
"What was taken out of this teleportation mirror was,
“Speed ​​Wagon!!!!!”
"What-" Aaron's whole body was shaken, and he wanted to turn around and run away. The blond woman beside him also rushed forward and punched the racing carriage to protect him.
However, the huge horseless racing carriage passed over the head of Griffith who was lying on the ground and hit Aaron. Griffith, whose head had just stopped bleeding, screamed:
"It's too late, Aaron! It's impossible for you to escape! Let's crush you to death and grind you to a pulp!"
"boom--!"
A huge crash filled the entire hall. The carriage hit Aaron unstoppably, dragging a long trail of blood on the ground. Even the solid walls and columns of unknown materials trembled in the roar.
It took a while for the loud noise and flying debris to subside.
"It's done, it's finally successful!"
Griffith, who had barely recovered from some injuries, stood up and stepped on the twisted and flattened racing carriage. Cold sweat mixed with blood flowed down,
"Aaron, who was integrated with a strange existence, died in my hands. The Philosopher's Stone he was pursuing, huh, will soon be mine...
"Hmph, hahaha, I never expected that this adventure would end like this!
"With the Philosopher's Stone, I will gain the powerful power that even that person covets. At that time,
“The Philosopher’s Stone, its spell-breaking properties, hahaha, hahahaha, and the rune spell——!
"Hahahahaha! Now I have nothing to fear!"
Griffith laughed maniacally from time to time, and his whole body trembled.
"By the way, we need to confirm Aaron's body and extraordinary characteristics to see if there are any secrets! His memory is a priceless treasure."
Griffith stopped smiling, lowered his head and was about to take steps. But...
This, what's going on, my body is so sluggish.
No, it’s not slow, it’s just that I can’t move! I can’t move my body at all!
Ah, what is that!?
An illusory shadow emerged from under the destroyed racing carriage, gathering together like a puzzle to form the phantom of a complete racing carriage, locking onto Griffith and roaring towards him.
This is damage rebound——! Griffith understood in an instant.
"boom!"
Griffith was hit hard by the shadow of the illusory racing carriage and flew out, and the bones and internal organs in his body rang together like a carnival.
On the eve of coma, he saw the injured Aaron floating out from under the wreckage of the racing carriage. His body was wrapped in a layer of golden eggshell-like light, rising slowly, and then disappeared into the air.
Could this be Aaron's protection? No wonder, no wonder he could escape from that man. The powerful guardian spirit, the protection transferred when he was near death, actually had the ability to rebound damage!
Griffith suffered fractures all over his body and fainted.
…
I don't know how long it took before Griffith woke up from his coma and struggled desperately to get up.
Run! Don’t worry about the Philosopher’s Stone. How can I easily get something that Aaron doesn’t even dare to take directly?
Griffith, who barely recovered from his serious injury, took a sip of healing potion and ran away desperately.
Fatigue, hunger and coldness invaded his body. The long battle, blood loss, being seriously injured by the carriage and then delayed for a long time, the chaotic and ubiquitous murmurs and corrosion had turned into a horrifying roar in his ears.
My sanity should continue to be lost, is it too late? Is it still too late? I should have mutated into a chaotic monster long ago. Even if I escape alive, how much of a living person can I maintain?
Cold despair swept through Griffith's body. The fear and crisis in his heart became stronger and stronger. He transformed into a blood bat storm to avoid the mutated creatures gathering on the platform outside the tunnel, followed the map and ran towards the forest to escape.
However, his body seemed to be entangled with invisible threads, and some existence in the darkness had its eyes on him.
Griffith has stayed in the Whispering Forest for too long! The smell of living flesh and blood on his body has been noticed by many monsters. It's like a piece of steak sprinkled with black pepper wandering on the dining table all night.
To be continued...