Chapter 37: A terrifying armored cavalry descends from the mist
The horse under his crotch was really submissive. Griffith avoided the front mountain road and took a circuitous route to the flank. The number of living corpses there was smaller and more scattered.
Even so, they are blocking the road going down the mountain on this side, and anyone who wants to break through from here will be immediately surrounded.
The moment he appeared, large groups of living corpses were already frantically rushing towards him from all sides.
Griffith observed the situation of the living corpses and then trotted along the foot of the mountain. The large group of dark-brown monsters instantly formed a straight line and rolled towards him like a tide.
"Yes, this is good."
Griffith tapped the reins lightly with his fingers, covered his heavy armor with frost and cold air, held a lance in hand, and accelerated toward the swarm of corpses.
Relying on the speed of his horse, he repeatedly pulled the angle of the corpse tide left and right until the zombies gathered into a group and crowded each other. Then he chose a weak direction and began to charge with all his strength.
The living corpses were almost crushing one after another, howling like a wall. Griffith rode his horse and held a gun, heading towards the wave of corpses.
"boom!"
Amidst the shattered ice and the sweeping cold air, the tide of corpses shattered into splashing foam as if they had hit a rock. Armored cavalry ran over their limbs, leaving scattered limbs everywhere they went.
minced meat.
After breaking through the zombie tide, Griffith immediately accelerated, leaving behind the chasing living corpses, and rushed towards the ritual direction where the psychic ripples gathered.
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Thick smoke was drifting towards the location of the ritual and the evil green crystal. The 20 cultists led by Medicius and Reef also felt vaguely that something was wrong, but they were bound by their mission and could not leave this key location.
The living corpses have followed the queen and pressed forward. However, the place has also been swept away by the zombie tide, and there are no more living people.
"Xili Li!"
In the dim and silent smoke, the clash of armor and the sound of horse hooves came from far and near, and armored cavalrymen holding guns slowly emerged.
There were clearly groups of living corpses blocking the way ahead, but he didn't know what method he used to appear in this place.
It was obvious that he had reached the last moment, but he still seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll.
The armored cavalryman held a bloody spear in his right hand. The breath of blood lingered on the head of the spear and steamed up, as if countless wronged souls were begging for mercy.
The colorful ribbons are flying in the wind on the raised lance. It is obviously extremely beautiful, but it makes people feel more cruel.
He wore silver plate armor with red stripes, sloping shoulder pads, gauntlets and greaves. There was also a cavalry buckler shining with light blue light hanging on the left side of the saddle. There were three more in the pouch next to the saddle.
The gleaming armor-piercing spear.
The blood-colored gaze behind the visor is chilling. At first glance, it just looks ferocious and vicious, but after a few more glances, it turns out to be deep and strange, as if it's staring at you all the time like an abyss.
Almost all the cultists present took a breath. Although there was only one person and one horse in front of them, the pressure was like a huge burden, which made people want to scream and run away from the bottom of their hearts.
"It's him, that armored cavalryman. I told you to kill him first! The guardian from the oracle is here." Hidden Thorn said viciously. "Now we have no choice. We only have a battle. We can only be trapped here."
Fight on the ground."
Medicius found that his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and his palms were sticky with sweat. But he still gritted his teeth and issued the order: "Your Majesty Reef, please serve as the core of the defense.
"Angus, you're the second pick? Rose third, batter? Switch to the shield? Fourth pick.
"Hidden Thorn, you will lead the melee group, and I will command the long-range group. Wait for the defense group to contain this guardian? After I give the order, each group will launch an attack.
"Everyone, get in position."
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Seeing Griffith's actions, the cultists near the altar showed a trace of confusion and wavering, and people with different equipment slowly dispersed.
Twenty cultists of unknown origin are moving. Do they have a faint psychic ripple connection with the ritual crystal? Obviously they cannot leave the crystal very far and can only form a formation nearby.
The smoke lit by people in Heura Town from a distance is filling the air? It will soon cover nearby neighborhoods and ruins.
Griffith observed the movements of the armed crowd in front of the altar. Among them, 4 strong men holding shields stood out, facing the direction of Griffith. Behind them? There were another 6 people equipped with two-handed swords.
An axe, or dual-wielding daggers? They are weaving to both sides.
Further behind are the archers who are bending their bows and nocking arrows? There are even three wizards and a spellcaster dressed as a warlock.
The psychic ripples of most of them are at the level of Sequence 9? Their eyes are flashing with murderous intent, and their actions are quite vigorous. They are guarding evil rituals and believe in a creator they have never heard of.
However, their abilities are varied, and they can even summon terrifying puppets that attack the mage tower and kill the resident mage. These abilities must come from the special items or blessings they hold. The creator they believe in is indeed different.
"Forget it, it's not important. As long as you are still blocking my way and guarding this disgusting ritual, even the gods and Buddhas in the sky will break through it for you to see."
Griffith tapped his faceplate lightly, his blood-red eyes flashing like wild will-o'-the-wisps, his lance raised high on his shoulders, but his movements were slow and unhurried, approaching step by step like a knight parading in a triumphal ceremony.
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"Smoke? There are still people around here who have survived. They want to use this method to interfere with our sight." Reef stood majestically on the front line, with the large shield in his hand already pierced into the ground. Just when he and his companions were preparing to attack, the strong smoke
Smoke has drifted from a distance.
"The living corpses must have not cleared out the natives," one cultist shouted, "the wind is now against us."
"It doesn't matter what direction the wind is," Anjiao shook his head and said, "If it were another wind direction, wouldn't they go to the other side to light the fire? We have to guard this ceremony and not move. We have been at a disadvantage from the beginning. Again.
In addition, our scouts cannot clear the nearby area and cannot stop these small actions."
As soon as these words came out, someone in the nearby group already snorted coldly, and even retorted disdainfully on the spot:
"If Lord Reef thinks that three or four people can go out and fight with the aboriginal people in the streets and clear them out, you can try it yourself. We will be waving the flag and cheering from behind!"
Reef's face immediately changed color, and he glared at them fiercely, as if he was about to have an attack.
"Be careful, he's coming!" Phil shouted hurriedly, and then the two groups of people became quiet.
The armored cavalry had passed through the bursts of smoke and was running slowly towards the binding crystal in the center of the ceremony.
"It's a little weird. He feels like a ghost to me, without any breath of life. Am I facing a death knight?" Medicius muttered to himself, frowning.
"How is it possible? Don't worry, sir, the Creator will not let us face the Death Knight," Medicius' confidant, the warrior known as the fanatic, grinned, "We put so many people in front
, we will definitely be able to block him, and the fatal blow will depend on you."
Medicius nodded slightly and said seriously: "Lord Reef, let's get started!"
Reef nodded, raised his shield and charged forward with a roar.
He ran extremely fast, rushing towards Griffith like a whirlwind, with a momentum that was no less than the impact of the cavalry. In the blink of an eye, he collided with the armored cavalry.
"Bang!"
Griffith was also hit hard. He drew his sword and slashed it towards the reef.
"Ha!" Hidden Reef raised his big shield, and his horse sword hit the shield with a loud noise, which made everyone nearby buzz.
"Defense team, step forward!" Deputy Angus shouted, "Raise your shields and alternate defense and containment!"
The shield guards swarmed up and blocked Griffith's path. No matter how much he slashed left or right, they would not retreat. They held maces and short swords in their hands, and they greeted the horses and knights as soon as they met.
In the thick fog, armored cavalry and four shield guards were seen fighting in a melee, with heavy blows and collisions occurring one after another.
"Melee group, move in!" Medicius issued the order, "Ranged group, spread out and start attacking!"
Sixty-seven feathered arrows roared out, and some of them were nailed into the armor, making a muffled sound.
The shooter who hit the target burst into ecstasy, and the cultists holding daggers and swords around them also swarmed up, circled around Griffith's back, and stabbed at his back and horse legs.
A violently fluctuating magic power condensed in the air, and a rolling frost storm appeared on the front of Medicius' staff.
"Through him!"
Medicius didn't even need to recite the configuration command, a sharp ice spike shot away. The wizard beside him had also thrown fireballs and poisons, hitting Griffith's body in the blink of an eye.
The tall armored cavalry was shaken all over by the beating, and the war horse collapsed with a neigh.
Won!
The cultists who were still under siege did not dare to be careless, so they drew their swords and chopped off the armored cavalry's heads.
"Does this mean we win?" Anjiao wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Is there still mutation? Stage two?" a cultist asked uncertainly.
"Anyway, chop off his head first," said the reef, "Don't crowd around here, spread out and see what you're looking at!"
At this moment, the breathless armored cavalry suddenly seemed to melt, melting and rotting together with his horse.
Oops! Reef shouted and hurriedly looked towards the back of the team:
"Everyone turn around, he's behind us!"
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The trot of the war horse has turned into a thunderous sprint!
After entering the cover of smoke, Griffith released the flesh puppets. He used the cover of smoke to move to the flanks, making a large arc around the battlefield with blurred vision, leaving behind the cultists who were serving as shield guards and melee combatants.
behind.
In order to avoid the sound of horse hooves being noticed by the cultists, he kept trotting all the way. The melee at the rear and the excited shouts of the cultists completely covered his whereabouts, until he estimated the distance and took a roundabout position on the flanks of the wizards and shooters, starting
Sprinting, the cultists were still unaware.
When the flesh puppet finally couldn't hold on anymore and began to disintegrate, Griffith had accelerated unscrupulously, rushing towards the wizards and shooters.