Griffith raised his saber and saluted the corpses on the ground.
The spiritual energy fluctuations of the ritual disappeared completely as the last enemy fell, and the evil green crystal dissipated in the air in an instant like it was vaporized. If what Alandel said is true, the existence behind the scenes has a great influence on Iroh
The control of the pedicle will be greatly reduced.
But it dragged on for too long, and even the cooldown time of the power of the mountain monster was almost up. Griffith struggled to stand up, using a saber full of gaps to support himself, picking up the extraordinary properties extracted by the cultists, and collecting some scattered weapons.
Equip yourself.
After losing his war horse, he could only walk to Cang Yue Mountain.
"Mr. Knight!"
A small cry came from the dead ruins. The silver-haired foreign girl Rebecca grabbed a long wooden stick and stumbled over the corpse on the ground to run towards him.
The corner of Griffith's mouth twitched, and he endured the pain all over his body and asked: "Why didn't you take refuge?"
The silver-haired girl helped the already shaky trainee knight, put the crutch in his hand into his hand, and supported his arm: "I got separated from everyone, so I can only hide in a nearby attic and wait for the monster to leave."
"That's it!" Rebecca pointed at a vaguely visible tower in the distance.
"Yeah." Griffith was too tired to speak and just stared at her.
"Boom!"
There was a sudden impact on Griffith's waist. A sharp dagger stabbed at his waist pierced the ice armor, and then pierced his gauntlet. The little hand holding the dagger was locked tightly by him.
Rebecca was holding Griffith's arm tightly like a lover, but she was holding a sharp dagger in her hand. There was nothing strange about her pure and beautiful face, she still had a simple and sweet smile, slightly
She opened her small pale pink lips and winked at him playfully.
However, her right hand holding the dagger was making a sound of bone cracking.
"You are so alert!"
Rebecca suddenly lifted up her skirt with her left hand, pulled out a dagger from her thigh and stabbed the apprentice knight in the throat.
A burst of ice spread quickly, and Rebecca jumped away like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. There were purple and black frostbites on her wrists, arms and legs, which were obviously caused by
The backlash of the extreme cold has arrived.
"Okay, that's awesome, ouch!" Rebecca ran away. As she ran, she hurriedly took out a bottle of ointment from the pouch at her waist and started applying it to her wounds.
Griffith pulled out the dagger inserted into his wrist, suddenly exerted force, and hit the fleeing Rebecca like a landslide. He raised his saber and struck.
"Ah!" The panicked silver-haired girl let out a scream, and was hit hard by a knife on her shoulder, which smashed into the ruins. The effect of this knife was not good, and the missing blade failed to cause fatal injuries.
After completing the blow, Griffith did not pursue him and stayed where he was to recover from his exhausted body.
How can this classic sneak attack plot be useful? I have long thought that there is something wrong with you, but I am not sure of your identity, position and true purpose, and there is no evidence or clues.
When I tested it with the insight crystal earlier, although Rebecca had psychic ripples, she was not very powerful. However, the threat she brought to me just now was real. This shows that she has the same ability to improve her strength as those cultists.
The means are probably the blessings and blessings given by the Creator they believe in.
This god is so carefree that he would give blessings to so many weak and low-level extraordinary beings.
Griffith was thinking intermittently. He was completely exhausted. He could no longer maintain the high level of concentration he had at the beginning of the battle, and his strength and speed had also been greatly weakened.
There was another sound from the ruins not far away. Rebecca, who had just been knocked away, had already broken free. She looked at the trainee knight who was stranded in the same place, slowly patted the dust on her dress, and glanced at the knife wound on her shoulder.
and blood stains.
"Hiss, it hurts so much, it's terrible," the girl shivered in pain, but her tone was as if she was chatting with her friends, "So many people have died, and it's so dangerous to hit someone like this."
Griffith stared at the silver-haired girl closely and tried to think about the current situation: "Who are you? What organization are you? What's the point of doing these things!"
"Hey, why are you asking this?" Rebecca tilted her head and asked.
"Your appearance, temperament, and behavior can show that you are well-educated, or that most of you come from upper-class citizens who have no worries about food and clothing or even live a luxurious life. You can use extraordinary abilities or magic spells without the corruption and distortion that is common among cultists.
"Your accomplices are incredibly brave. What promise did the Creator make to you?" Griffith endured the pain all over his body and asked.
"Are you curious about this?"
"Your power far exceeds that of ordinary Sequence 9. The Creator is so generous, can he also allow me the honor to become His disciple?" Griffith asked, "I also long for the power given by the gods."
"Ah la la~" Rebecca walked out of the ruins nimbly. Just like when they met for the first time, her steps were light and elegant, giving people a tall and charming look like dancing on tiptoes.
Beauty.
As she walked out of the ruins, a strange, indescribable feeling arose in Griffith's heart. It was as if the rules of the world had been distorted.
Rebecca was right in front of her, but she couldn't see clearly as if she was shrouded in fog.
She slowly lifted her skirt in front of Griffith, lifted it up to reveal her smooth and white legs, and winked provocatively at the trainee knight.
"Bah!"
Rebecca tore open her long skirt with force, rolled it up around her waist, took out a gold coin from somewhere in her hand, and played with it: "Okay~ We delayed each other for a while, Mr. Knight, you should have saved up.
After gaining some strength, prepare to use the frost spell just like that to smash my dog's head!
"I'm ready too~ The frozen defense and control are really annoying, just let me disable them."
Griffith stared closely at the gold coin in the girl's hand. It was a shape he had never seen before.
Not-so-exquisite craftsmanship stamps out irregular circles, engraved with spheres and radial lines, with a ferocious skull in the center.
This seems to be the currency of some alien race that worships death, but Griffith has never seen it or heard of it.
"Okay? Then, let me show you," Rebecca said arrogantly, "the methods my seniors use to deal with monsters like you!"
The silver-haired girl who was just a few yards away suddenly turned into a shadow. Griffith's eyes couldn't follow her movements at all, but he could feel her appearing on his back.
"Cang!" Griffith pulled out a dagger he had picked up and slashed at it. He missed the target but also avoided the dangerous blow. Rebecca's dagger slashed across his breastplate, sparks flashing out.
The silver-haired girl was like a series of shadows, faster than the cultist she encountered just now, spinning and cutting around him.
So fast! But it's useless! Griffith waved his hand and grabbed her. After the continuous attacks hit, Rebecca's speed must be slowed down by the effect of the ice armor.
But I didn’t catch it!
Rebecca maintained high-speed maneuvers and almost always appeared at the edge of his sight. Griffith, who had never encountered such a style of play, could not even turn around and keep up with the opponent's speed.
After a confrontation, Griffith had seven or eight wounds on his body, but none of them hit the enemy's body.
Rebecca spun around like a dance and distanced herself. She retreated far away to catch her breath and looked at the trainee knight. Her series of blows hit Griffith many times, but her attacks and actions were not affected by the ice armor.
The effect of the spell is slowing down, and there must be some kind of strange power protecting her.
Griffith wiped the blood from his neck. The dagger just penetrated through the gap in the defense and opened a shallow wound. This strange power and fighting method made him extremely curious: "Miss Rebecca, you
He doesn’t seem to be good at fighting.”
"Ha! Why do you say that?" Rebecca yelled, "Didn't you see that I pressed you down and beat you?"
Griffith slowed down and said: "Your attack speed and pace are indeed breathtaking, but you still can't control this power. The redundant movements and unsightly accuracy drag down your agility, and you can't control it."
It has no ability to deal a fatal blow to me."
Rebecca blinked her eyes in surprise, as if she was thinking about something, and finally nodded vigorously: "That's right, it's really a headache not being able to break through the defense. However, my next blow will penetrate you directly."
As soon as the words fell, Rebecca was already sprinting over like a gale. Griffith completely gave up observing with his eyes and just protected his vitals to receive the blow.
There was only a "dang" sound, and the dagger pierced his gauntlet and wrist, sinking deeply into his flesh.
The extreme cold spread immediately, and the cold air driven by the frost runes swept towards Rebecca and bit her. Even if she dodged the next blow, this cold air would make it difficult for her to move even an inch.
A cold light flashed, and Rebecca's other dagger had cut into Griffith's right hand, knocking his dagger to the ground before she was fatally attacked.
"It's over!" they both shouted at the same time.
Griffith pulled out the feather sword from his waist and stabbed Rebecca who was very close.
However, the silver-haired girl dodged once again, completely ignoring the attack of frost, stabbing the gap in the armor on Griffith's back, and then fled away again.
what happened?
Why? Why is she immune to the frost spell? Griffith immediately fell to his knees in a burst of pain. His breastplate had several wounds that tore the iron armor on his back, and he had been stabbed deeply just now.
One knife.
The thick black clouds are disappearing, and the cold moonlight shines on the bloody earth. It is already evening.
Rebecca stood gracefully on the pile of corpses, filled with mysterious and alluring beauty under the silver moonlight.
"I can't understand it. Let me announce the answer now."
The girl's silver bell-like voice gradually became dry and hoarse. The expression of the apprentice knight in front of her was also filled with fear and shock.
Under the silver moon, the tall and sexy beauty with flowing hair has turned into a skeleton without flesh and blood. Only the torn long skirt and unique stance can make people identify her identity.
Undead! Undead!
According to legend, fleshless monsters cannot feel warmth and cold, cannot distinguish between hunger and fullness, are tireless, turn a blind eye to pain, fear and charm, and do not lose blood.
Is her flesh and blood an illusion? No wonder Rebecca is immune to the effects of frost spells. Even if she is not completely immune to freezing effects, she must be able to restrain Griffith's frost power to the extreme.
The speechless skeleton shook the dagger in her hand, and people could still connect her to the girl just now.
After witnessing this horrific scene, Griffith stood up, turned around, and ran away...
"..."
Rebecca looked at the trainee knight who suddenly ran away like a rabbit, but she didn't react immediately. She stood in a daze for a while, and then she tried her best to chase him in the direction of his escape.
Don't run~ If you could speak, you would probably shout this! Griffith hurriedly scurried between the ruins. The footsteps of skeletons were already approaching.
After all, Griffith was not a fast runner, and it didn't take long for him to be caught up. He dove into an alley and ran away without hesitation.
The silver moon was once again shrouded by drifting clouds.
"I've got you!" Rebecca suddenly returned to her human form and shouted, then cut towards the back of Griffith's neck.
Between the gaps in the armor, the flesh of the neck was vaguely visible. Rebecca suddenly slowed down, held down Griffith's shoulders, and slashed towards the key parts.
A large piece of flesh and blood flew out.
The apprentice knight who had his neck cut off staggered and fell to his knees.
"This is how it feels to cut the back of the neck!" Rebecca put her foot on the trainee knight's shoulder, "It's really cool."
Suddenly, she sensed a strange sense of crisis. But the enemy had been fatally injured and was being stepped on by her, so where was the danger?
The silver-haired girl glanced around nervously. As she looked left and right in panic, a tall figure suddenly appeared from the shadows and surrounded her with open arms.
"Ah!" Rebecca screamed and hurriedly jumped to the side. But it was too late. Griffith, who emerged from the dark blood cloak, had already caught her and pressed her hard on her chest.
.
The silver-haired girl struggled desperately. She turned around when she was pulled over, her hands were tightly bound, and she was facing Griffith and pressed against the cold breastplate. The phantom of the huge mountain monster had appeared.
, roared crazily and gathered his terrifying hands to provide blessings for Griffith's power.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Rebecca kicked and fought hard, but soon found that she had been held firmly by great force, and her arms and waist cracked as if they were about to be broken.
No matter how hard you beat, it's all in vain.
"Why, why can you use so much magic!" Rebecca shouted while struggling, but all she got in exchange was a tighter and tighter fatal hug.
"I want to break, I want to break..." The girl's breasts were squeezed by the huge force, and her pretty face turned red due to severe pain and lack of oxygen.
"It seems that you are only immune to certain magical effects. You still need to breathe and you will still suffer." Griffith watched expressionlessly as the girl withered step by step in his arms. "It doesn't make much difference whether there is moonlight or not.
right?"
"It shouldn't be like this, just being caught once," Rebecca began to foam at the corners of her mouth, her eyes bulged outwards, and her consciousness was blurred, "Mom..."
"Click!"
In the frightening sound of shattering, the girl's ribs and spine were broken, and the broken internal organs mixed with blood spewed out of her mouth.
Griffith threw Rebecca down, grabbed her head and turned it hard to ensure the death of the strange girl.
…
After a short period of time, Rebecca had begun to exhibit extraordinary characteristics. Her bones were broken, and there were bloodstains and dirt on her face that was twisted in pain.
Although she possessed strange abilities and extraordinary agility, she died in Griffith's hands after being caught just once. This was the natural restraint of Griffith, who was wearing heavy armor and possessing strong vitality, against assassin-type enemies.
But who was she? Griffith reached out and grabbed the girl's body and threw it aside, ready to wait for the results of the official follow-up investigation. However, he could probably predict that the mysterious creator would not leave any clues.
"Ding dong!"
The shining gold coin fell to the ground. The skull on the gold coin was staring at Griffith silently with empty eye sockets.
This is the only mysterious and extraordinary item left behind by the cultists.