“Ophelia, stop!” Midianmaiya shouted to her companions, “make her stop!”
"How to stop?!" Griffith and Amber exclaimed, "We don't understand how to turn off the spell!"
The Rotten Soul Corpse screamed pitifully under the ravages of this terrifying force from other planes. All nearby living corpses, regardless of size, were swept away, and only it hung on the edge of the Cliff of Destruction with its astonishingly powerful body.
However, Ophelia's aura, which guided the terrifying vortex, began to become more and more abnormal. Her left eye shed tears of blood like spring water, and her body was shrouded in the aura of darkness. The lingering black aura was like a tentacle, dragging her into the impossible.
The abyss of vision, while at the same time using her as an anchor to pull something.
An extremely ominous existence was surging around her, gradually taking shape. It stretched out its ethereal tentacles and quietly probed the world. As it approached, it uttered unidentifiable murmurs.
“Ophelia!” Midianmaiya jumped out from the hiding place, raised a fist as big as a bowl, and punched her best friend in the back of the head.
Miss Sitoral fell down on the black mud with a plop. Her strange spell suddenly stopped, and the existence that had just touched the world disappeared instantly.
The whistling sound that echoed on the ground and in the sky stopped abruptly, and the whirlpool and lightning that shrouded the sky disappeared as if they were locked in a box, leaving no trace behind as if they had never appeared.
The amazing vision just stopped.
The thick black mud was swept away by this storm, leaving only deep pits. When the exposed mud and rocks reappeared, the unique life-like throbbing and breath of the black mud also dissipated with the black mud.
And go.
On the surface that reappeared were only gravel and bones that had not yet been melted, like the remains of a giant beast whose intestines had been broken open and food leaked out.
Findus Blight lay limp on the ground like mud. The swollen piece of flesh on its back had completely broken off, cutting off the connection with the tomb.
“Let’s go up and kill it!” Griffith motioned for everyone to step back and moved forward with his weapon.
Medianmaea turned over her companion whose face was covered with blood and hurriedly poured the medicine into her.
At this moment, a scream like a mountain roaring and a tsunami suddenly came to my ears. The corpses gathered in front of the shore wall fell in pieces like cut down wheat fields. Their rotting bones and flesh quickly merged with the black mud,
Then it receded at an alarming rate like an ebbing tide.
“What happened?!” Amber exclaimed, “Look over there!”
Following the direction of her finger, everyone saw that the dense green crystal towers between the tomb and the city were toppling with a roar. They turned into powder and sprinkled to the earth like cakes that had been kicked. The gray sky that enveloped the world also
Retreat together.
In the faint light, everyone saw endless air masses and cyclones that looked like fish swimming in the sea appearing in the distant sky. They were extremely numerous and had illusory shapes. They were heading toward the tomb chamber from all directions amid a long flute sound.
Fly here.
These air masses have vague silhouettes like human figures...
“No, watch...” Ophelia said weakly, and then lost consciousness.
Griffith, who was vaguely aware of what this was, lowered his head in horror, trying his best to shield his perception from exploring the nature of this amazing vision. Even so, he was still dizzy after learning a little bit of the secret.
He heard a series of illusory sounds of dice falling to the ground. His will defense was broken, and he subconsciously grabbed the mithril pendant given to him by Galadia.
He felt that he had been unexpectedly lucky. After the pain of his consciousness being torn apart, he was just a little dizzy and scared.
At this moment, a scream came from beside him.
"ah--!!!"
Amber seemed to have witnessed some kind of unusually terrifying existence. Her fluffy and slightly curly hair was messy in the wind, and her eyes were wide open to a frightening degree. The vitality disappeared from her cheeks in the blink of an eye. She let out a terrified scream.
She fell to the ground, twitching violently, and saliva and tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth and eyes.
“Run, Griffith!” Midianmeier’s attention was on Ophelia from beginning to end. He carried his companion on his back, lowered his head and stood up.
A ball of light as bright as the rising sun suddenly bloomed from the tomb chamber, as dazzling as the rising sun.
It is extremely radiant and holy, but it also makes people feel extremely cold and terrifying from the heart. This is the unknown fear, and mortals cannot imagine the true face behind the brilliance.
The only thing that is certain is that this is definitely not something that humans can touch and understand.
The light even carries an extreme coldness, stripping heat, vitality and courage away from the surroundings, which makes people shudder.
In the blink of an eye, the light ball began to rise. Although its speed was very slow, the mere peripheral vision made Griffith feel fearful, and he knew that his life would be in danger as long as he got close.
When the bright light rose to a height of a hundred meters, it immediately began to flicker and shrink, then expanded, and then contracted again. After three reciprocations, the light ball exploded into a giant light cluster that was like a comet being annihilated.
“Hidden!”
The ball of light jumped into the sky, drawing an arc and flying towards the upper city of Raven. Shock waves and earth-shaking shocks followed, sweeping the earth with a devastating and tyrannical power.
This force roared like a hurricane, and the four people on the ground rolled out like grass balls.
The hurricane, the roar of the ground, and the loud noise lasted for a full half a minute before dissipating. The ground behind the light and strong wind seemed to be peeled off. The ruins, tombstones, and mud disappeared, leaving only a bare patch.
The four-person team was blown half a mile away by the strong wind. Griffith and Midianmaiya used themselves as flesh pads to protect the two unconscious girls, rolling themselves until their faces were covered in blood.
After a while, they finally regained their breath. After rolling all the way, the situation of the two girls became even worse.
“Is it over?” Griffith asked.
“I don’t know,” Midianmaiya shook his head, “Let’s retreat temporarily and investigate again later.”
Before they could take action, a powerful and divisive aura suddenly descended. The air and wind seemed to be blocked and suffocating. The two looked up and saw a purple double figure suddenly appeared in front of the ruins of the tomb chamber.
Layer array of light.
Complex magic patterns rotated rapidly, and the upper and lower levels of magic circles quickly overlapped and approached.
Findus Corruption's shattered body unexpectedly appeared in the magic circle. It looked at the humans here and laughed ferociously.
“Woo hey hey!
"My form is disintegrating, but you can't even think of escaping. The power given to me by the spirit of ever-denial will definitely devour you!"
As soon as it finished speaking, it reached out and grabbed its belly and tore it with all its strength.
In the cracked carrion, there was no intestines or black blood flowing out, but extremely deep darkness appeared. Something was crawling from there.
Five twisted and ferocious giant monsters emerged from the torn belly...
They have a huge body like a Stitch monster, but the outlines of the weapons in their hands have revealed their uniqueness. There are even black ripples like armor and tentacles on their plump bodies. Just the shadow before they arrive can already make people feel
A huge sense of oppression.
The undead creature Findus Corruption in Sequence 6 was completely destroyed, but it also showed its trump card. It summoned five extraordinary suture monsters at its own expense.
They are equipped with different weapons and report their names to humans:
“I am the drummer of the plague, thangka.”
“I am the hinge of death, Gudong.”
“I am the blade that burns corpses, the withering fire.”
“I am the shepherd of the undead, the Stick of Madness.”
“I am the spleen and stomach of the shadow, swallowing up the karma.”
“At the cost of Findus Rot’s existence, we kill and we devour!”
As soon as the five-headed suture monsters arrived, they rushed towards them at extremely fast speeds. Each of them had the spiritual aura of Sequence 7. They were huge in body, but their speed was astonishing. The crazy staff of one of the suture monsters raised the giant wooden staff in his hand.
Pointing forward, Griffith's back turned up a strong wind of flying sand and rocks, blocking his retreat.
The speed of devouring karma is extremely fast. It rolls on the ground and suddenly disappears, apparently possessing the property of hiding.
Gudong waved chains, withered fire wrapped in flames and holding huge hatchets. The thangkas behind them beat rumbling war drums, spreading terrifying fear.
"Griffith, there's no need to run. These monsters are very strong and well-equipped." Midianmaiya took off his helmet and threw it away. His usually calm and gentle face was now full of ferocity and distortion, and the corners of his mouth were twitching in a low voice.
Yin, "I want to fight with all my strength, and leave them both to you."
Griffith nodded. He still had enough cards in his hand to fight, and was about to propose a coordinated strategy. Suddenly, a ferocious and familiar breath choked his throat.
“I will make these stinking rotten flesh crumble in terror, and make them regret coming into this world.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Midianmaia began to tear his armor piece by piece and threw it on the ground. A strange and weird breath suddenly evaporated out like a substance. All the bones in his body were trembling abnormally and violently.
Griffith's pupils were dilated. At this moment, inhuman malice and violence were being produced in his companions. It was as if a monster from the wild was tearing apart the barrier of confinement bit by bit, slowly and terrifyingly crawling towards the world.
“Their extraordinary properties are a tribute to the fangs and claws of me, Wolfgang Medemmeier.
“Stand back and protect Ophelia, don’t come near me.”
Midianmaia’s strong, burly muscles began to tremble, as if there was some indescribable evil lurking under the flesh and blood. Every piece of flesh and blood and every cell seemed to be mutating.
Midian Maier's body grew a hard black mane, his body was twisted and elongated, and his nails were like blades shining with dark light. His originally handsome face was completely distorted, and in the end he became as ferocious and terrifying as a jackal, with sticky saliva flowing from his pale face.
Fangs dripping.
“Awwwww——!” Midianmaia fell on all fours, raised his head and let out a terrifying wolf howl.
Its every move is full of power, brutality, terror, and even the elegance of a powerful predator. It wanders on the ground, scanning the approaching suture monsters, as if it is a king inspecting the territory and selecting prey.