The moment he was blocked by Commodus, Griffith's first reaction was not one of shock and fear, nor excitement, but on the contrary, it was very strange.
The timing is very delicate! If he had arrived half a minute earlier, Griffith would not have been able to take away Theramis' emblem. If he had arrived half a minute late, he would have left the battlefield.
If Theramis himself was not very powerful, this would be a traditional knight novel. At the moment when a woman is most in danger, the hero appears and there is no need to worry about anything anymore.
Griffith quickly glanced at Theramis lying on the ground and found that she was surprised but not too happy.
Tsk, this prince looks majestic and wants to be upright, but he can't hide some of his thoughts!
Griffith quickly flashed a few thoughts and made a preliminary judgment on Prince Beyeland's plan. However, this short thought made his actions slow down.
"Won't you surrender?" the prince shouted coldly, "Then I will destroy you in the name of Holy Light."
Before he finished speaking, a sword wind swept over him. The power of the Holy Sword of Enduil was truly extraordinary. With one blow, Griffith's double shield showed signs of collapse.
He hurriedly met the enemy with Han Guang, but Commodus's second sword followed.
"Zheng!"
The two holy swords clashed, splashing silver-white light in the dark night and buzzing at the same time. Hanguang, who had not yet unlocked the second layer of seals, was unable to resist, causing Griffith to retreat continuously.
After two battles, Griffith had consumed a lot of physical and mental energy. In addition, in order to hide his identity, he did not bring an iconic weapon like the Blood Thorn, so he was at a disadvantage in all aspects.
The Enduil held by Commodus is a two-handed sword with a broad blade that can thrust and slash. It is more advantageous than Hanguang in a face-to-face confrontation, and every attack is as fast as lightning and powerful.
Ben Lei. He took advantage of the situation to spin around and strike, and the holy sword in his hand swept over like a windmill.
Griffith seemed not to be fighting anyone, but to contend with the fate of the Beyelan royal family. Just three swords were enough to withstand it.
In contrast, Commodus's powerful power was being spurted out from his limbs. He let out a proud shout, and N'Duiel even crooned excitedly!
Griffith, whose defense was shattered by three swords, failed to block the fourth blow. Enduil easily broke through his gauntlets and shoulder armor, leaving two deep bloody wounds. The violent psychic energy was attached there.
, burning the wound, making Griffith feel that the blood in his veins was boiling.
A smile flashed across Commodus's lips. He had realized that his opponent could not match his weapons, and his offensive became more fierce.
There was no loud noise, no sparks, only the rustle that split the air. Under Enduil's sharp edge, intermittent whines sounded.
Hanguang is already overwhelmed. It has not unleashed its true power. In the short confrontation, it can no longer compete with the weapon that carries the fate of the kingdom. If it continues to fight, there is a risk of breaking.
"For a servant of darkness, you exceeded my expectations." Commodus chased after him, giving Griffith no chance to regroup. A series of attacks weaved a suffocating cage of death.
With the constant bombardment, even the spiritual world was stirred and torn apart, attracting certain beings.
Griffith vaguely heard strange indescribable whistling and melody, and something was watching him. However, his situation was extremely serious and he could not be distracted at all.
…
"That knight can't resist it anymore." On a roof hundreds of meters away, Aaron was watching the fierce battle below. "Commodus's strategy is very clear. He will wait for the battle to decide the winner, and then he will use arbitration and protection
Come with the identity of the chosen one and seize the emblem of the Chosen One.”
"You can also try to offend future allies as little as possible," Holofu shook her head dissatisfied, "Obviously he is the supreme king, but he still wants to engage in some clandestine plots."
"But it is undeniably an effective strategy," Trotsky said. "Let him collect most of the emblems, and then defeat him personally in the final stage. In this way, the mysterious world and royal power will have to crawl under the control of Lord Aaron.
Trotsky felt that his idea was reasonable and did not want to argue with the girls. He looked at Aaron eagerly, expecting him to respond to his point of view.
However, the reality disappointed him. Aaron did not respond to anyone, but walked straight towards the scene of the battle.
"Aaron, let's go with you!" Seeing him leaving, Holov hurriedly chased after him and shouted.
"You stay here," Aaron replied coldly, "the stage ahead is the stage for the chosen one."
The death knight has been suppressed. If the prince takes away the emblem, I can only admit the reality... Theramis did not do anything when she was lying on the ground. She struggled, took out some potions and took them, as long as she continued
After a while, she will be able to escape into hiding again and join her companions not far away.
Uh, ah, it hurts so much. My wrist is broken, and maybe two ribs are broken. Theramis threw down the medicine bottle with a pale face, grabbed his crystal ball, and crawled towards the shadows.
Under the influence of expensive special medicine, her injuries are healing rapidly and her psychic powers are recovering. Such a drastic effect will inevitably damage her life, but the current situation is urgent and she can no longer care about it.
The fierce psychic collision that broke out in the north and south of the city an hour ago has actually subsided. Several powerful psychic ripples have abandoned the battle and are heading here.
…
"The outcome has been decided."
Commodus cast his majestic gaze over. After the confrontation just now, his chest did not even rise at all. His eyes seemed to have the wisdom of being aloof and insightful, and the ferocity of a bird of prey.
Griffith silently put Hanguang back into the scabbard, pulled out Judgment, took out the Abyssal Bullet made from the Abyss Evil Iron and inserted it into the barrel. He stood as straight as a birch tree in front of the holy sword's edge, not moving an inch.
retreat.
Is it a trump card used in desperation? I know the power of muskets very well. It is indeed useful against mortals, but it is only effective against mortals... Commodus snorted lightly, holding the big sword in his hand, first walked forward slowly, and then changed
What started as a trot turned into a thunderous sudden attack in the blink of an eye, slashing towards the death knight with a sword.
Just when Commodus was about to slash down, a majestic momentum that made people dare not look up was released. He saw the gloomy tower, and the judge holding a giant scythe locked up the frightened sinners, dragging them to eternity.
of abyss.
Commodus stared at the black barrel of the gun in horror, and heard the echo of torture in his soul. A ball of fire burst out and roared towards him. Amidst the trembling in his soul, he heard an angry shout.
"Sir, times have changed!"
Gunfire echoed in the night sky, flames, smoke and an unstoppable black-brown projectile spurted out, exploding into a swirling psychic vortex as soon as it came into contact with Commodus' shield.
"What is that!"
Not far away, Theramis's face turned pale. She saw a terrifying shadow that definitely did not exist in this world. It was using crazy and twisted tentacles to break through some kind of barrier. This shadow dampened her sanity and attracted two people.
The sound of the dice falling to the ground.
Prince Commodus, who was shot from the front, suffered greater trauma. Although the projectile exploded near him and did not break through the shield, he witnessed a terrifying vision from the front and fell to his knees directly.
What the hell did Roland give me!
Griffith was also startled. The Abyss bomb caused almost no effective damage, but the shadow it showed was some kind of real and creepy existence. This shot seemed to tear apart some kind of barrier, allowing everyone to
The breath of this world seeps in.
He didn't have time to hesitate, stretched out his hand towards a nearby horse that was implicated in Theramis' attack and died, and said:
"Horse, give me a horse!"
A skeletal army horse immediately crawled out from the mess on the ground and ran towards its owner. Griffiths turned over and fled towards the north of the city.
Galadia is in that direction. She should have heard my call for help and must join her as soon as possible. We already have three emblems and are in a very advantageous situation. As long as... Ah Sneeze!
Griffith touched his nose and continued to gallop on his horse. Commodus and Theramis, who were frightened by the Abyss bomb, did not catch up. The various forces gathered nearby did not dare to approach easily because they were worried about the punishment of the Arcane Council.
"Cough cough cough!"
Griffith on horseback coughed violently. For a super person with a strong physique, he had forgotten the last time he had a cold and cough. He was eight or ten years old, and he ate canned yellow peaches.
That's good.
Canned yellow peaches can cure all diseases. I have decided to buy some tomorrow morning! Griffith ran wildly in the cold night wind, with random thoughts. After a while, he realized that his
My mental state is already in an extremely bad state.
He felt dizzy, nauseous, his hands were weak, he was so groggy that he almost fell down on the horse, and subconsciously began to mutter to himself:
"Perhaps I am too tired from the continuous battles, or I have lost blood due to the battle with Commodus. I will need to check it carefully later, cough cough cough!"
Griffith was horrified to find that his cold symptoms were becoming more and more severe. His body was cold, sore and weak, and then he coughed violently. He lost his balance and fell off the Skeleton Army horse.
Oops, I was careless!
Griffith watched the skeletal army horse disintegrate in front of him. His spiritual energy was drying up at an alarming rate, and he could not even sustain undead creatures.
This is, this is the attack of the Chosen One! I've been set up!
Griffith looked like he had just crawled out of an ice cave, his whole body shaking uncontrollably, and his coughing became more and more violent and heartbreaking. His strong lungs were like a broken bellows, and he let out a desperate and shrill scream.
.
Somewhere in the air, he felt a familiar aura.
Naila was looking at the kneeling knight struggling desperately in the shadows, smiling, and strangling his throat little by little with a life-threatening noose.