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Chapter 31 Griffin, do you want to do it? Today, here it is!

The giant beast rubbed its head and staggered. It felt dizzy and staggered, forgetting its goal.

The shelling just now was the 603 Test Squadron's Orochi Cannon. It came from the north. It was impossible for the gunner to escape the enemy's pursuit... Griffith shook off the dust on his body, spit out the blood in his mouth, clenched the blood thorn, and faced the brave man.

Salute to comrades.

Power, I want power.

His will and spiritual energy were echoing, and waves of waves were transmitted from his mind. Minos, the Light and the Bloodthorn responded to his call.

Minos responded: "Mr. Hermit is not waiting for you. But you can also, and certain prices need to be paid."

Hanguang was as indifferent as Sidious: "You're not good enough yet."

The lance in his hand made a high-spirited buzz: "The spear of blood and death thorns that implies destruction and victory is ready."

The second seal of the Bloodthorn is loosening, and some mysterious connection is established between it and the knight.

"Griffith, I watched and waited, and I felt that, finally, you were here.

"We were betrayed, we were slaughtered, we were enslaved, we were imprisoned in the mists of oblivion,

"Finally, the robbers and swindlers dug their own graves, and the era of law breakers will come again.

"Liberate the power, pierce the illusion, let the casters be punished by reality, name our upcoming victory and drink, take me and go on a killing spree!

"We're back on the battlefield!"

Griffith has acquired some special occult knowledge. The extraordinary power "Broken Army" that he cannot master yet is resonating with the mysterious lance, releasing the seal that imprisoned it. The bloodthorn greedily demands spiritual energy and blood,

Slowly reveal the powerful power.

The lost spiritual energy and blood on the battlefield were imprisoned by it, gathering like a whirlpool to strengthen its power. Griffith felt pulses, and the weapon in his hand seemed to be a living thing, waking up.

Some astonishing power surged in the blood thorns. He needed to name this ability, and infuse it with psychic energy to release its power during the battle, so that he could project the extraordinary power.

Griffith sighed softly. He had witnessed such power before, controlled by Galadia and Erza. This was a power that surpassed magic and extraordinary power, a power possessed by only a very small number of completely liberated sealed objects.

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He has found a way to punish Beamon.

Right here, the ancient ferocious beasts, I want to repay the blood debt. And those gods who have not yet appeared, if you dare to come to the world, I will make you suffer with the power of mortals.

The Blood Thorn is charging, and Griffith can use it as long as he holds on for a while.

Suddenly, there were crazy roars behind him. Hundreds of orcs and half-orcs were running across the battlefield. They were chasing a group of retreating Beyelan soldiers. Some of them noticed Griffith and turned to him.

Coming in droves.

The giant beast also received some kind of instruction, let out a roar of unwillingness, and grabbed the gravel again in the direction of Beyelan's army.

Sudden changes disrupted Griffith's plan. Before he could release the newly acquired power, a large group of enemies jumped over from all directions. Arrows suddenly hit his shoulder armor, and the orcs held armor-piercing guns.

Throw it at him.

With light in his right hand and a blood spine in his left hand, Griffith hit a strong orc warrior head-on. The blood spine penetrated the orc's heavy armor and muscles, broke out from behind him, and trembled with excitement. But the other one

The orc came up from behind, gave the would-be knight a hammer, and knocked it firmly on the commander's helmet.

The severe ringing in the ears made people go crazy, and the heavy blow to the back of the head made Griffith stagger as if he was drunk. The orc warrior who hit him succeeded in the blow, gripped the sledgehammer, rounded it, and struck again.

Griffith raised Hanguang in the dizziness of the world, and stabbed towards the orc. Before the war hammer fell, the sharp sword penetrated the orc's throat, tearing open the flesh and trachea, and splashed blood sprayed Griffith.

Such a look.

After the sword was thrust out, Griffith immediately knelt down. He struggled to get up and take a look at the battle around him, but the severe dizziness made him unable to stand still. The confusion and dizziness subsided a little, and Griffith

Si didn't know if there were friendly troops nearby or if anyone could come to support him. However, he knew very well that on the chaotic battlefield, he must form a formation with his comrades as soon as possible to protect each other's backs.

He supported himself with his lance, half-kneeling, raised his sword, and shouted to the deserters running past in the distance: "Come closer to me!"

In the chaos, no one responded. The legionnaires and believers of the cult were in a mess. They were scurrying around under the pursuit of the orcs. The soldiers were also in a mess and completely lost their organization. This call also summoned more enemies.

The orc spearmen discovered the knight who was still resisting, and swarmed up to him, stabbing him with dense spears.

"Bang!" The ice shield exploded. Immediately afterwards, the shield of the Mounted Eagle Medal was also exploded. On the chaotic battlefield, even the shield could not last long.

At this moment, a silver whirlwind swept behind the orcs. They flew out one by one as if they were hit by an avalanche.

Brilliant golden light bloomed on the gray-brown wilderness.

"Geffy, hold on, I'm coming!" Krista ran towards Griffith with her smooth blond hair spread out. She lost her helmet and there were many bloodstains on her body, but like a ray of sunshine, everywhere she went was chaotic and bloody.

The breath gave way. Along with her words, the warmth enveloped Griffith, dispelling the pain and fatigue. The injuries and bleeding were rapidly healing.

The girl waved a silver chain, with a thick prayer book tied to one end, and eight shining horns tied to it. She waved it like a hurricane, sweeping left and right among a large group of enemies.

The orcs who were swept away by this murderous weapon were beaten to pieces in a blink of an eye, and the dense crowd was forced to clear a bloody path.

Krista's figure walked through the dense battlefield and guarded the half-kneeling quasi-knight.

"Get up, Geffy!" The girl kicked him gently, "As long as I live, you can only kneel down to me, and there must be no less roses and candles."

Griffith was kicked in the calf and fell directly to the ground. He hurriedly struggled to get up and glanced at the prayer spell that was covered in fur and flesh.

"I declare in advance that it is wrong to use violence casually outside the battlefield. You cannot use this book to hit me in the future."

"Who wants to hit you with a prayer book? This is sacred! But I understand what you mean." After Krista said this, she threw the holy book on the dirt and gathered the flag in her left hand.

Showing the silver tip of the gun, "I will solemnly use violence!"

Beyelan's eagle flag immediately turned into a sharp spear. She pulled out the long sword and military flag from her waist and came behind Griffith. The two leaned against each other and faced the incoming orc army like a tide.

This is the Krista I am familiar with. Without the crowd of Holy Light believers, without the constraints of responsibilities, she can climb walls and break formations. It belongs to the free Krista in my memory. She has more elements of a saint.

, she becomes less of a human being. And vice versa. The believers of the Holy Light were defeated, and she was much less restrained. Maybe, I can bring her back in this way!

Understood, in short, just kill the Weave of Life and the Holy Light together, aren't they just two gods!

Griffiths smiled, blocked the girl behind him, grabbed the blood thorn and stuck it on the ground and shouted: "I want to launch an attack on that Behemoth. Its perception is very keen. Is there any way to help me resist an attack?"

"

A mountain monster collided head-on with a horse-like lance. A hole was poked on the spot and hung on the gun. A dense crowd of orcs jumped out from behind it, wielding machetes and hammers to attack.

Griffith raised his sword and swiped it. The sharp lightsaber crackled and tore in the flesh, and three or four orcs were killed with one blow.

Several short spears were thrust up from both sides, making a series of cracking sounds on his breastplate. One short spear also pierced the mail armor on his leg. Although it failed to penetrate, it still almost knocked him down.

land.

Krista suddenly took his arm and spun him around like at a ball. She didn't exert any force, and Griffith followed her steps tacitly.

Krista flashed out from behind him, swung her sword and slashed at the densely stabbing spearheads, breaking into pieces of wood that fell to the ground like fallen cherry blossoms. She turned around like a whirlwind, grabbed the military flag in her hand and used it as a spear to move forward.

Swing away.

"Woo!"

The orcs all let out a scream, and many of them had their cheeks and eyes cut open by the spearhead of the military flag. They screamed and retreated together. However, more enemies crowded forward, leaving no room to breathe.

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Griffith hit them with ice, but more orcs pounced on them during the short cooling period.

Krista held back the swarming spears, and Griffith passed by her, slashing at the densely packed spearheads. The orcs were like waves, killing one wave after another. The two of them were fighting with the gun.

The swords were spinning and flying in the forest, one person resisted, and the other counterattacked. Endless enemies fell under their swords. The enemies piled up into mountains, like a bonfire in the dark, attracting crazy enemies to throw themselves into the flames, leaving behind the ashes of death.

Their dance steps became more and more smooth and swift, and they were even connected with each other. They knew how to swing their swords and alternate at the next moment. There were painful wails and shouts of fighting everywhere. The enemies who were swept by the double swords and double spears fell on the gravel, shrinking.

He stood up and let out bursts of wailing.

Suddenly, the tidal wave of attacks stopped. The orc army made an earth-shattering cry.

"Gron!"

"Gron!"

They couldn't defeat the human heroes and began to call their own demigods for support.

The Behemoth turned back, stared at Krista in the melee, and picked up a boulder. It felt a huge threat and pressure, and it subconsciously realized that danger was about to come. So it raised its hand

, raised its legs and turned sideways, the huge boulder was twisted and deformed in its hands, pulling it into a sharp shape like a spear.

Beamon has imbued himself with mysterious power for his upcoming all-out throw. Even the city will be wiped out by this blow!

"Griffith, do you want to do this?!" Krista witnessed the astonishing monster and destruction approaching them, as if the bitter fate was coming again. She held Griffith's hand tightly:

"Geffy, do you want to do it? Today, we are here!"

Griffith responded with action. He sheathed his sword, his breath suddenly converged, and the turbulent bloody air stagnated, as if a lance soaked in a cold spring sounded with astonishing momentum.

The memory is like a dream, the noisy atmosphere is lingering, and today I will finally cut off the bad omen of fate with my own hands.

Krista's blue eyes immediately turned away from panic. She raised her silver sword high amidst the smoke, blood and flames, facing the mountain of monsters and whistling stones.

"I'm ready, Guffy!"

The girl sang loudly, and the brilliance like the morning sun cast down on the world. She did not pray to external gods, nor to the righteous gods, but recited unheard names that did not belong to this world.

"The gods are not of past or present,

“The player who dances in red and black,

"Your Majesty, who protects promises and encounters,

“The listener who reverses the final destiny!

"I put on my armor and raise my sword to protect this body until it falls. Please welcome us to the appointed place.

"Please declare the end of the long dark age, for black hair and amber eyes,

"Go to the promised land! (Aro-is)!"

It was as if on a windy and snowy cold winter night, spring suddenly bloomed, with irises blooming everywhere. The silver long sword turned into a shield of light as pure as lapis lazuli, as if even the power of the gods could not interfere. Behemoth's spear was in full bloom.

It was shattered in the strong wind, shattered into powder all over the sky, and went away with the wind.

The giant beast froze in shock. In endless astonishment and shock, Griffith raised the Blood Thorn and assumed a projection posture. The shadow of the mountain monster appeared behind him to bless the attack.

Its power and illusion were suddenly swallowed up by the swirling light, and the lance turned into a flash of red lightning.

The characteristics of Pojun are attached to the blood thorns, and they have the power to project over long distances.

A strong wind blew from the direction of the mountains, carrying the screams, shouts and wails of ghosts and ghosts. The clouds passing through the sky turned into sharp shapes, and the sky was stained red with blood. In the dark, countless people heard the sound of Falcon

The cries and flapping of wings were heard, followed by the roar of the bird swooping down towards the earth.

Behemoth's whole body trembled, flinching under the power it had never seen before. Seeing the sharp lightning, it felt fear and trembling from the bottom of its soul.

Be afraid, monster! This blow will destroy all your shields, blessings, magic enhancements, healing spells and other benefits, and even destroy the gifts of the gods.

I'm going to beat you back to a monkey!

Griffith recited silently in his mind, and then shouted the true name given to the weapon:

"Go to the deceased and pay tribute to the deceased (touch日TU日TESaLUtant)!"

Griffith threw a full force throw at Beamon. The blood thorn eliminated the entity and turned into a bolt of lightning, making an explosion that penetrated the air, leaving behind layers of vortexes that broke through the clouds. This blow was like opening up the world.

The extremely high level of spell-breaking power came in an instant.

Beamon wanted to escape, but it seemed to be in an endless swamp, unable to move forward. The solid ground that always supported it became an enemy, presenting it to the terrifying spear. The powerful pressure was clearly imprinted on its mind.

It knows somewhere that this will be a blow that breaks the mystery, ignores defense, and is bound to hit. The monster under the gun will die!

The scream that tore the world apart went through the sky, like lightning falling from the Milky Way directly hitting the giant beast. Beamon screamed, watching his left arm and shoulder being torn and shattered in the swirling thunder light, and the light exploded.

Come on.

Its divine power, its self-healing, and its destiny evaporate between heaven and earth.

"Ouch!"

On the battlefield of 100,000 people, all the creatures raised their heads in panic. They heard indescribable screams of terror, which were imprinted in their memories and instincts. Then, they saw the almost demigod beast missing half of its body.

, barking like a wild dog into the endless wilderness.


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