The burly and weird body of Besarius in front of him looked even more powerful and powerful than before, and his posture with bat wings on his back was like a demon in the abyss. Griffith had only come across such a ferocious image in horrific picture albums and novels.
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The only thing that hasn't changed is the red crystal embedded in his chest. The black magic patterns generated by this sudden object have spread to his whole body, and there are even signs of squirming and twisting like a living creature. The outline of the magic patterns even has some...
For example, the eyes and face give people an extremely weird feeling that this is the true form of Besarius.
As he approached step by step, white bones drilled out of the bronze-like strong body and quickly solidified into blocks, forming a thick layer of bone armor on the outside of his body.
This evil and powerful appearance made Griffith feel like his heart was pounding. He glanced at the moving elf and found that she had not arrived at the scheduled location yet, so he had to delay for a while.
Judging from previous combat experience, Besarius, who abandoned the appearance of an elf, mainly focuses on high-death and high-mobility melee combat, with almost no spellcasting or long-range attack methods. After being covered with thick bone armor, his defense must be great.
The amplitude is increased, but the speed will probably be weakened accordingly.
This is an open area, and you actually gave up your wizard form to fight us in close combat. Hum, as long as Galadia launches an attack... Griffith thought for a moment and decided to say something first.
"Your Excellency Besarius, where do you start talking about heresy?" Griffith casually asked a concerned question.
"I have been imprisoned for ten thousand years, and the last memory I have of my free years is of a couple flirting with each other. What I hate the most is those lovers who chatted endlessly," Besarius actually answered him.
, and was indescribably angry. He pointed at Griffith's nose and yelled, "I'm going to burn you to death!"
Ah, this, could it be that he also heard the conversation between me and Galadia... Griffith was speechless for a moment.
Besarius raised his right hand and chanted loudly. His arm was immediately wrapped in flames, forming a huge fireball.
Besarius could actually cast spells in this state! Griffith was shocked and immediately got into the bushes nearby, turning left and right and disappearing from sight.
"Maggot, you can't escape my grasp," Besarius strode forward, "I will pull out your bones one by one and make a drum together with the remaining skin."
As soon as the roaring words finished, the shock wave of the fireball hitting the ground surged over.
"boom!"
The explosion shook the entire forest. Large tracts of forest were burned to charcoal under the impact of the flames, and the explosive shock wave also flew Griffith out as he desperately fled. His whole body was covered in smoke, and his hair was singed.
He quickly grabbed the dark blood cloak and rolled it on the spot, disappearing from sight.
The fallen elf who suddenly lost his target became even more angry. While chasing, he chanted the spell of range attack loudly, preparing to attack the entire area.
At this moment, an extremely dangerous premonition suddenly locked him.
An arrow surrounded by light fell rapidly like a meteor and intercepted Besarius on his route. The fallen elf was caught off guard and was hit by arrows in multiple places on his shoulder and back. An armor-piercing arrow even pierced his thigh.
It has thick bone and penetrates deeply into the muscles.
This arrow knocked all the charging monsters staggering. Just as Besarius was about to let out a roar, the second and third arrows had already nailed his arms and shoulder sockets.
Galadia's tall and elegant figure appeared on the ridge in the distance, shooting a series of arrows from the right front at the enemy exposed in the open space on the shore. With the blessing of extraordinary abilities, her shooting speed was extremely fast, except for the very beginning.
In addition to the three arrows, every subsequent arrow was divided into three in the air, two of which were realistic illusions. These illusions were as frightening as the storm, which not only increased the difficulty of the enemy's dodge, but also made her herself in the
Can more effectively correct trajectory when shooting at moving targets.
The intensive shooting even formed into a long whip, making a shrill whistling sound and tightly entangled Besarius.
Besarius, who was under continuous sniper fire, immediately realized the huge threat. His strong bone armor even began to appear spider web-like cracks under the intensive shooting. If left unchecked, the sharp arrows would definitely penetrate deep and cause damage.
greater trauma.
He raised his hand as if he was greeting an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, but he was chanting an evil curse.
"Be destroyed by the attack of meteors and fire showers!"
Galadia on the ridge immediately realized that she was shrouded in a cloud, and the sunny sky just now was obscured by the surging darkness. Above her head, a powerful force tore through the space and opened a huge gap in the darkness.
.The gap was originally as dark as void, but suddenly a red fireball shot out from inside.
The huge meteorite was wrapped in flames and moved towards Galadia's position.
The summer wind blowing on the hills suddenly intensified, swirling around Miss Elf like a whirlpool. Her figure became lighter and more agile, even blurring like a reflection in ripples.
"Boom!" The overwhelming rain of meteorites roared and swept across the hills, carrying the power of crushing and burning everything.
Under the protection of her extraordinary ability "Wind Walk", Galadia quickly passed through the rain of meteorites falling like a wall of fire to stay far away. She even managed to shoot a few arrows during this wind-like movement, aiming at the fallen elves at the foot of the hillside.
Fight back firmly and then hide.
Besarius was hit in the forehead by an arrow and was almost blinded. He roared and rushed towards the mountain.
"I'm going to tear you two shameless wild cats apart!"
As soon as he took a few steps, he noticed a sinister chill, and Griffith and a terrifying mountain monster phantom appeared behind him. The quasi-knight took off his cloak and emerged from hiding, holding an ice-condensed throwing spear.
Blessed by the power of the mountain monster, he threw it at the fallen elf with all his strength.
This ice spear cut through the bones on Besarius's back, splashing out a large piece of broken bone, piercing deeply into the thick muscle and then shattering. Griffith pulled out the "Eviscerate" without hesitation
The dagger approached and picked at the flesh and blood exposed in the gap.
"Wow!" Besarius screamed. Blood spewed out uncontrollably from the back where the dagger was cut, and there was even severe frostbite.
His powerful body should have stopped the bleeding quickly, but under the power of the sealed object, he suffered tragic injuries that could not be healed.
The fallen elf turned around in fury and struck. His Jade Fire Glaive first cut through a layer of ice shield, then hit the breastplate and tore a large gash, sending Griffith flying out.
Despite the barrier of ice armor and breastplate, Griffith was still choked by the blow. His internal organs and bones were broken in many places.
What a powerful force! He can cast spells, but how can he be so powerful in close combat? Griffith felt as if he was hit by the wall of Beyeland, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
The magic green agate and citrine inlaid on the breastplate began to work. These gems were carefully selected treasures and had special effects of reconciliation and restoration, which could speed up the healing of his injuries.
Besarius, who succeeded in the attack, immediately added a fireball. However, when he raised his hand to cast the spell, the extreme cold began to bite his mind like a jackal, making it difficult for him to hit his center.
Griffith's "Ice Bite" was triggered in the previous attack. With the blessing of Ice Bite, his attacks not only cause frostbite and slowdown to the enemy, but also have a certain chance of wounding the target with cold.
Mind, causing the negative effect of being unable to cast spells or perform abilities for a short period of time.
This sudden negative effect disrupted Besarius' rhythm. His body felt a little jerky, and his eyes looking at Griffith were even more fearful.
He immediately switched to melee pursuit. Just as he raised his sword and prepared to pursue, a sharp arrow pierced his arm from behind. Galadia once again occupied a favorable position and began to snipe him.
The powerful Besarius was caught in a dilemma. Although he was strong, he was caught between Griffith and Galadia. On the one hand, he was restrained by close combat and suffered the negative effects of bleeding and frostbite.
The effect is to contain it, and on the one hand, it is subject to long-range sniping.
Besarius, who was being attacked from both sides, thought for a moment, immediately abandoned the prey in front of him, and turned around to pursue Galadia, who was more threatening. He even did not hesitate to expose his back and use his powerful body to hit Griffey.
Si's attack.
However, as soon as he turned around, a overwhelming aura of majesty gathered behind him, which even made him subconsciously want to confess his sins.
Griffith pulled out the crime, opened the hammer, put it into his silk waist bag, inserted a shining golden bullet into the barrel, and stood as straight as a birch tree. His posture was elegant and solemn, as if he was not fighting with the enemy.
Instead of fighting to the death, criminals and villains are shot to death.
He stood sideways, raised his flintlock, and lowered the muzzle in front of Besarius, who turned around in a hurry. The huge and terrifying enemy was turning around and attacking with his sword, and might cut him in two at any time, but Grigori
Face was indifferent to the immediate danger of death and executed the execution as tightly as precision and cold metal.
This scene is like two armored riders sprinting face to face at high speed on a cliff flanked by a mountain wall and an abyss. The result will be that each other will be pierced by the other's sharp lance. However, when facing death, few people can execute the ultimate
A cold strategy, subconsciously trying to dodge and retreat from the gleaming lance, but the result is that the person dodging falls into the abyss.
The war blade roared towards him, and the deadly breath flowed from the muzzle of the gun. The would-be knight holding the gun didn't even look at the sharp blade coming at him, and was bent on shooting the terrifying projectiles in the barrel into his own brain.
The majestic momentum that people dared not look up to was vented, and the phantom of the death knell ringing one after another on the Confession Tower appeared in the sky. Besarius stared at the black hole of the gun, his ferocious eyes were filled with horror and fear, and he actually trembled, facing
A fatal blow.
He flinched.
He was timid.
The outcome has been decided, coward! Griffith fully understood the power of Judgment and realized that this sealed artifact can only exert its true power if it is controlled by a warrior.
Galadia on the top of the mountain was attracted by the astonishing pressure below, and couldn't help but stare at the two sides of the duel. She even had a vague premonition that Griffith had won.
Crush it!
Griffith pulled the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun sprayed out flames, smoke and overwhelming adamantine projectiles. The powerful mutant superhumans dodge in panic under his attack, and even the war blade surrounded by green fire was abandoned in horror.
"Boom!"
The loud noise echoed along the river bank, and the vast forest was frightened by the power of the gun and fell silent instantly.
When the white smoke dissipated, Griffith held a flintlock gun and stared ahead. Besarius was half-kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands in fear, his demonic pupils and body trembling in panic.
Not far from his ugly big head, there was a small smoking hole on the hillside. The grass near the hole had withered and withered, and the shrubs were extremely dilapidated.
An extremely quiet silence.
Besarius touched his head in horror, waiting for the horrific injuries and severe pain to come. The flow of time seemed to be slowed down, and the process of waiting for the judgment of fate was comparable to the torment of a frying pan. He saw that the would-be knight was as arrogant as a
The king slowly walked by, his cold and determined eyes even making him dare not look up.
Griffith came to the fallen elf unhurriedly, put away his musket, leaned down, dug out a deformed golden projectile deeply embedded in the soil from the grass, and gave the demonic enemy a cold look.
, run away...
What? What's going on?
It took Besarius a moment to figure out what was happening.
Griffith missed! His momentum completely overwhelmed the opponent, and then he missed with a shot from a distance of less than five meters!
He even checked the situation for a while, then pretended to be victorious and walked up to the enemy, dug out a fine gold bullet costing 200 silver francs each, and then ran away like a rabbit.
…
Angry flames billowed from the goat's horns, and its hooves trampled the earth with a deafening crackling sound. The furious Besarius crushed him all the way and rushed towards the fleeing Griffith.
They walked through the forest, the trees and rivers were scorched by the angry flames, and the water was boiling.
Griffith jumped into the river, and Besarius threw a scorching ball of fire into the river, boiling the water.
Griffith ran up the trees on the river bank, and Besarius summoned meteorites to fall from the sky, razing the entire forest and shrubs to the ground.
The would-be knight turned into a bat to dodge, throwing potions with slowing effects along the way, but Besarius completely turned a blind eye. As soon as he was exposed to sight, boulders and tree trunks would be thrown from behind.
At the beginning, Galadia could still support him with snipers nearby, but Besarius completely ignored the threat from the elves and was determined to kill Griffith first.
The fallen elf's hooves were wrapped in flames, and everything he went turned into desolation and ashes. Under such circumstances, even the plant traps spawned by Galadia's evil eye could not trap him.
Like a rabbit being chased by a hound, Griffith was driven out of nowhere and fled through the forest in a panic.
The two sides spent the entire day in pursuit and escape. At dusk, Griffith finally saw an opportunity to turn into a bat again to distance himself. After several turns, he reunited with Galadia and temporarily put the furious Besa away.