Amber swung a full blow at the apostle. The latter didn't even have time to withdraw his hand from the body of the stationed mage before it was smashed out like a cannonball.
This punch created a rapid spiral trajectory in the air, sweeping away even the blood and dust splashed in the hall. The apostle punched through the wall, crossed several rooms and fell to the ground on his back. His left shoulder and arm were hit hard and crushed
It was broken into pieces and turned into a ball of broken and twisted rotten flesh and broken bones.
"Griffith retreats," Amber raised the light-wrapped gauntlet and hammered it on her chest, "I will fight with all my strength."
The headless cult apostle stood up from the ruins, turning a blind eye to the injuries that would inevitably lead to mortal death. He drooped his broken left arm and assumed an attack stance.
"Very good, although I don't know where you are a monster or a puppet of an evil god," Amber walked through the rubble of the ruins with sexy and vigorous steps, and the flame-like golden flash roared around her.
His eyes became focused and determined, even a little excited.
"Let you see the power of the God of Thunder and Storm."
The strong wind stirred up sand and rubble, which crackled on Griffith's armor. Amidst the roaring air waves and explosions, Amber turned into a continuous phantom, attacking the apostle head-on. At the moment of the impending encounter,
He stepped sideways to avoid the sweeping attack and struck hard at his flank.
The adamantine gauntlet tore open the apostle's abdominal muscles, breaking open the flesh and bones there, pouring golden power into it. The apostle was knocked back and choked, and immediately responded with an elbow strike. Amber's agile steps had already taken a step forward.
Sweeping towards his right knee.
With a chilling sound of bone cracking, the apostle's knees broke and he knelt down. However, he paid no attention to the pain, and his burly body vented attacks everywhere like a rushing mudslide.
A fist powerful enough to hit a Sequence 7 Extraordinary with a fatal blow roared out. His strength alone was earth-shattering. He was like a human-shaped windmill, with intact legs, feet, broken limbs, and even broken bones exposed in the air.
The weapon rotates and sweeps without any scruples.
Amber raised his hand, held up the apostle's right arm in the sweeping gap, and punched his ribs. The invisible air flow was suffocated, and then burst out of the body like an explosion.
Griffith wanted to help, but couldn't keep up with the movements of the two men. Amber and the apostle fought together like thunder and lightning, breaking down walls and houses wherever they went, and no one could stop them.
The pillars and walls of the mansion were like gravel and quicksand under the terrifying power of the apostle, falling and disintegrating in pieces. In just a few seconds of fighting, the two fought from the hall to the study, smashing the lounge and dining room with their weapons, and finally
The bathroom and greenhouse were trampled to pieces. The roar and arc made the situation change. The vegetation retreated in fear. The entire building on the east side was already crumbling. Finally, it could no longer hold up and collapsed with a loud bang.
In the dust all over the sky, the cut water pipes in the bathroom sprayed water jets into the sky. The beams and columns creaked and fell in pieces.
Amber jumped up and stood nimbly on a broken wall. Her delicate cheeks were already half smeared with blood. Her armor and body were covered with wounds from flying gravel. Although she avoided all
A fatal attack, but the aftermath of the apostle's terrifying power still wounded her.
Under the ruins of the wall, the headless apostle had his left arm broken, his right leg broken, his right rib disintegrated, and golden and silver arcs biting and wreaking havoc on his wounds. But he still half-knelt with an indifferent expression.
He even dug his own head out of the rubble.
"Any ordinary person would have died immediately."
Amber's curly and fluffy blond hair was flying in the wind. Her body was soaked in blood, but her eyes and aura were as hot as flames.
"Not bad, not bad!"
The blonde girl wiped away the blood between her eyebrows and shook it off, bowed her back slightly, and was ready to attack like a storm.
Griffith discovered that Amber's blue eyes had turned as red as blood, and the frightening fighting spirit surged like a huge wave. What if Amber's usual image is that of a hot and cheerful southern girl? Now
She has become a completely different creature.
She roared with an aura and fervor that even the orc warriors in the East could not compare to:
"Thunder and lightning and storm above, this monster is worth fighting!"
The apostle suddenly tore off his left arm and threw it towards Amber who was swooping over.
"boom!"
A bright ball of light exploded, and the sudden shock wave blew Amber and Griffith away into the ruins. The city defense troops coming from all directions fell instantly.
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Griffith crawled out from the rubble and found that there was not much left in the entire mansion. The city defenders and other Beyonders fell to the ground in pieces. The apostle who had broken a leg jumped up and down.
Horse? Fleeing down the mountain.
"Amber!" Griffith dug out the girl who was half buried in the rubble and was delighted to find that she was fine. "Let's go after him!"
"No, no," Amber shook her head as she was already crestfallen and out of breath, "I, I have to rest for a while. Go quickly, don't, don't have a head-on confrontation."
"Understood." Griffith found an undisturbed military horse from the outer cordon, jumped up, and followed the apostle in the direction of his escape.
He chased from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and was surprised to find that the winding mountain road was crowded with people everywhere.
They gathered here early in the morning, shouting and excited. From time to time, racing carriages flew past them, roaring through extremely dangerous hairpin turns.
There's actually a race taking place this morning. That race of harmony. Wait a minute, the Hanami memorial ceremony will also start tonight!
Griffith yelled something bad, and watched the apostle pass through the speeding racing carriage with his head between his legs. But he himself did not have such courage, so he had to take a detour.
The two carriages at the front are indistinguishable. The carriage on the inside has already occupied a favorable position. As long as it passes the hairpin curve in front, it can enter the straight road to the finish line. Victory is right in front of you.
The carriage on the outside has no intention of giving up. The driver controls the carriage with superb skills. The metal wheels covered with expensive rubber have been pressed against the drainage ditch on the roadside. They are drifting inward and are about to cut into the inside line.
.
I won! The driver cheered in his heart. Suddenly, he saw a burly figure appearing on horseback beside him. The figure had no head, but when it was alongside him, he raised his left hand and showed a head covered in blood.
His blood-red eyes stared at the driver with an unbelievable look on his face, and he said:
"You are speeding, please pay attention to traffic safety."
"Wow!" The rider was frightened and screamed, crashing into the roadside slope with the inside carriage.
This impact also knocked the apostle off the track. With only one hand and one leg, he could not control the horse and rushed towards the cliff and the seaside, and then fell heavily on a raised platform.
"Wow!"
The spectators who were shouting for carnival dispersed in a hurry.
The apostle held his head and struggled to get up from the ground. Suddenly, a shrill sound erupted from behind him. A spear penetrated his left leg, almost breaking the joint.
Griffith threw all three throwing spears without stopping. Although he still had the energy to throw more, this would consume a lot of energy and even cause physical damage. In a one-on-one battle, three throwing spears were enough to hit
Killing or seriously injuring a goblin monster would be enough to kill even a mountain monster.
However, the apostle seemed to be fine. For him, it seemed that apart from joint injuries, other penetrating injuries were no big deal. He held the spear that had penetrated his body and slowly pulled it out.
What kind of material is this monster made of? When the spear hit, it was twisted and deformed due to the violent impact. Pulling it out from the body will cause more serious secondary trauma!
But the apostle in front of him seemed indifferent to the torn wounds. He pulled out the curved spear and threw it aside, and then went to pull out the second one.
Griffith was stunned.
The flesh and blood were torn out in pieces and fell to the ground piece by piece. Not to mention pain on the apostle's resolute face, there was no sign of even rapid breathing.
This apostle was able to launch a fatal counterattack after suffering a fatal blow from Conix's spell, and then engaged in a high-speed battle with Amber that could kill me half to death with every punch. He was able to continue fighting after being caught up by me.
Indifferent to the heavy damage caused by throwing guns...
Is he an undead or a puppet? Griffith slowly moved around the apostle to keep his distance, trying to find a good foothold for himself on the battlefield.
He knew that if he entered into hand-to-hand combat with his own body, the overwhelming power of the apostle would crush his bones immediately. However, as long as the apostle was willing to fight, there would still be a chance. If he didn't fight, that would be fine, as long as the apostle was willing to fight.
If he is not allowed to escape, the garrison at the port will come with heavy weapons sooner or later.
You monster can't even hold a bed crossbow, right? This time I think there is someone who can stop me from using artillery! Griffith's brain was running at high speed, and he was planning one vicious plan after another.
The monster with all its legs damaged gave up escaping, dragged the severed limbs, and propped itself on the ground like a curly baboon, crushing towards Griffith. He was undoubtedly convinced that he could kill him with just one blow.
Beat this human to death.
Griffith retreated to the edge of the cliff. Seeing the crazy apostle approaching, he suddenly turned around and jumped off the cliff. The apostle followed closely behind, falling like a meteorite.
"You've been fooled, puppet!" Griffith cheered in his heart, "This is my Griffith's tactical trap! If you want to compete with me in intelligence, you are still far behind!"
Griffith launched the spell, but his target was not the apostles, but continued to inject extreme cold into the sea.
"thump!"
Griffith fell into the water first.
After he hit the water, the place where he hit the water immediately froze into extremely thick ice, and there were even densely packed upward spikes.
The sea has become a trap for hunting the apostle. Many battles have clearly revealed that although the apostle has no fatal weakness and his strength is extremely terrifying, his defense power has not reached an astonishing level.
"boom!"
The apostle hit it hard, making a tooth-itching and frightening impact and roar. The ice was shattered immediately, sputtering like fragments, and even stabbed Griffith, who had already hid underwater, but
To be continued...