After the Stitch Monster was eliminated, the battle in this area came to an end. Griffith returned to the hillside and found that Midianmaia had returned to his human form and fell naked in a pile of rotten flesh. He had no serious injuries.
He was injured, but exhausted and fell into a coma.
 Griffith raised his hand towards the cemetery on one side, trying to summon a few living corpses to protect his companions. However, nothing happened. The corpses in the entire cemetery had disappeared.
He had no choice but to pick up his companions and run towards the tomb.
Nearly half of the tomb was destroyed in the recent vision, and the ruins were covered with rubble and bones. A cold stone path zigzagged upward from the entrance, leading directly to the top of the tomb. The walls originally made of huge stones were covered with a few layers as hard as beetle shells.
The material is lilac and brown in color, and even has sharp horns like insect tentacles. However, these materials have also shown signs of dilapidation, slowly graying and peeling off.
On the top floor of the tomb, Griffith discovered the remaining traces of an unclear magic circle. The light and breath of magic had dissipated, leaving only a vague pattern that looked like a six-pointed star.
This place is empty, nothing can be found.
"Minos," Griffith called his bone ring, "what can you detect? Has the red stone absorbed energy?"
 The bone ring responded to him immediately: "The red stone has received a negligible amount of life energy. Minos once sensed the existence of powerful life energy here, but there is no energy left."
At this time, Medianmaia on his shoulder patted him on the shoulder: "Griffith, put me down."
 “Are you ready to move?” Griffith happily put his companion down.
“Yes, my ‘Wind Wolf’ form will not last long, and then I will fall into a period of weakness and coma.”
 “The Wolf of the Wind...Why is it called such a name?”
"Don't ask me about the name given by Ophelia," Midianmaia said in a low voice, "My ability comes from the Whispering Forest incident. During the retreat, we were attacked by demon wolves. Thanks to you and Queen Sonia, we
We soon met up with Professor Lourdes. Just as we were preparing to withdraw from the forest, we suddenly encountered a large group of more powerful mutant creatures. It was during the melee at that time that a strange wolf bit me.
Escape into the darkness before anyone can fight back."
　　“It bit one of you?”
"I'm not sure. It should be just me. After that, I lay down with a high fever for a few days. After recovering, I had the ability to mutate into a human wolf, which can greatly increase my strength and agility," Midianmaia said, "This
I only told Ophelia the secret."
"This is very strange." Griffith raised his hand and showed his bone ring to Midianmaia. "This is my sealed artifact. It comes from the battle we participated in to annihilate the Cook gang in the sewers.
The trophy I took from killing the fallen mage Camilla. It has the ability to resurrect and enslave the undead."
Midianmaia fell into a brief thought, "Can a sewer mage hold a high-level sealed artifact of the undead path?"
"Yes, it has such a strong smell of conspiracy that I am wary of this ring, but it is undeniable that it is very useful and there is no big danger so far," Griffith said with a smile, "Ophelia
What’s going on with the ability?”
 “She is a mixture of elf and human, half elf.”
"What?"
"Really, you can't tell from the appearance," Midianmaia said seriously, "The Von Ishtar family is a border noble in the north, but Ophelia is the mother and a Canaanite.
The result of an elf love affair. When she was just born and opened her eyes, her biological mother discovered the strange eyes and picked up scissors to blind her eyes. Human parents and ancestors all have blue eyes, so it is impossible to give birth to strange eyes.
What a baby with lustful eyes~"
 “Does Ophelia know her biological father’s name?”
Midianmeiya shook his head and said, "She knows and won't tell us. However, the magic eye is passed down through blood. It must not be difficult to trace. I think you can ask Galadia.
“Speaking of which, our group of Shutoral who entered the sewers is really unusual.
"Ophelia is a half-elf with a magic eye. You have obtained the sealed artifact of the path to the undead. I am a human wolf. Lana, well, the Fiona he protects is an anomaly, and according to the tradition of the Xia Long family, he
The two will probably get married in the future. And then there is Murat... Is there anything unusual about Murat?"
 “A child accuser who deserves to be burned at the stake?”
 “Yes, he should be burned to death!” Mediamaea agreed.
Griffith snorted twice: "Isius is very suspicious. He is probably the mastermind of the Cook gang attack, or at least an important person. After the Verona incident, he put on a mask and spoke and acted.
The style has changed drastically. But I don’t have enough clues.”
 …
The tide of undead corpses has completely subsided. They even disappeared from Raven without leaving many bones. Before dying, they rushed into the densely populated city and slaughtered them wantonly. Nearly half of the residents were killed, and almost half of the upper city was destroyed.
be destroyed.
  The leader of the undead army, the terrifying death knight, has been killed, and the body is hung high on the spire of the Holy Light Chapel. The tattered skin and facial contours can vaguely identify it as the local garrison knight Saffirion.
 Professor Lordes, the former leader of the Enemy Committee, concluded the meeting in his usual calm tone:
"Saphirion is just a pawn. He is familiar with our tactics and response methods, so he was appointed as the commander of the undead. The death knight's power was only given to him for a short time. After the Griffith team destroyed the tomb chamber, he is fighting with
The extraordinary beings he fought all witnessed the rapid decline of his power.
"The Deathrattle Order's conspiracy here is basically consistent with our previous speculations, and the working principle of the sealed artifact is also known. They used the zombie tide to kill, causing tens of thousands of deaths. In the process, the flesh, blood and soul of the deceased were
It was absorbed by the black mud and transformed into some kind of energy. The rotten soul corpse was the fruit that gathered energy. However, when it was about to be killed, the cult stopped the operation of the sealed objects and rituals, and the essence of the energy was also
Extraction transfer.
“With the support of this powerful spiritual energy, a certain existence was created by them.”
"What existence?" Bishop Horus, the extraordinary person present at the meeting, asked, "Holy light, could it be that the evil god came to the world?"
"It can't be from the evil god. This energy is far from enough," the hunter Moro replied on behalf of the extraordinary wizard. "The Arcane Council and the Bureau of Investigation are investigating. We have captured or killed a large number of members of the Deathrattle Order.
Members and Rihanna's resident mage are also suspected, and we will find out in the subsequent investigation."
"This mission ends here. The subsequent investigation work will be coordinated by Moro and Valkyrie, and the aftermath will be managed by Horus. I still have courses and exams to arrange." Professor Lordes stood up and left without saluting.
Didn't say goodbye.
The meeting ended here. Lordes seemed to have conveyed what he wanted to convey, and stood up and walked to the teleportation array of the Mage Tower. As a professor of Homemon Watts, he did not want to stay for a minute.
The three extraordinary beings and Griffith, who was attending the meeting, looked at each other with big eyes.
"Okay~" Moreau sighed and took out a stack of reports, "There are still a lot of things left. The upper city was hit hard, and there are ruins and refugees everywhere. Fortunately, the new garrison mages and garrison knights were quickly appointed.
We will arrive soon. Let’s take a look at the resettlement of the refugees first..."
 …
 “How is Amber?” After the meeting, Erza and Griffith came to the Holy Light Chapel together. Almost all the wounded and refugees were placed nearby.
“She witnessed some mysterious presence and was traumatized, but she was fine under the care of the nuns,” Griffith replied.
“Maybe I saw the tide of souls gathering.” Erza sighed softly.
 “Soul?” Griffith asked.
"Yes, soul, or similar spiritual aggregate," Erza said, "Revan died tens of thousands of people, their bodies were melted by the black mud, their souls were bound and then extracted, and poured into a certain container
Go inside."
How similar to the situation in Hepu Town. However, this time the cultists completed the extraction of energy. Griffith's expression became extremely serious: "I am going to investigate the archives of the Holy Light Chapel."
"What's it for? Forget it, I won't ask, you can find out and tell me," Erza whispered, "I'm doing some work here, you have to be careful, and call for help if you're in danger."
 The two of them found Medemmeier in the crowded corridor. He was squatting outside the ward, peeling apples with neat hands and feet.
 "Ophelia, are you okay?" Erza waved to him.
 “Still asleep,” Medianmaia pointed to the ward, “There is nothing abnormal.”
Everyone opened a crack in the door and secretly looked into the ward, and found Ophelia sleeping soundly. She was wearing a thin men's white shirt, revealing her long, smooth white legs, her blond hair was hanging loose, and she was humming some inaudible words in her sleep.
, hugging a big pillow and sleeping with his legs sandwiched between the quilt.
　　　…”
"You!" Erza was stunned for a moment and criticized in a low voice, "You are such a beast, how can you take advantage of others' danger and eat them!"
 “Ah, this,” Mediamaea was shocked, “I don’t have it!”
Hmph, I didn’t expect you, Midianmaia, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be a rough guy. Griffith gave him a look of disdain.
Amid the suppressed denunciations and excuses, the sleeping Ophelia let out a low hum, rubbed her bare legs gently, and murmured seductive murmurs that made the heart beat faster:
“Median Maier, there is no need for you to be a wind wolf in bed~”
 The air is stagnant.
To be continued...