Griffith opened his arms, hugged her slender waist, and kissed Galadia deeply. His hands unconsciously caressed the delicate curves. Even though he was separated by a short cloak and light armor, he could still feel the feeling.
It was as smooth and delicate as satin, and the intoxicating fragrance was almost refreshing. The elf pushed gently in his arms, and his slightly rapid breathing filled the air with vitality and freshness.
"Someone is watching~"
"Yes, that's right." Griffith licked his lips and relaxed his embrace. "I was involved in a series of disasters. After defeating the Chosen One, I was intercepted by Commodus, and then contracted a strange disease.
, cough, dizziness, fatigue..."
"I can feel it," Miss Elf turned around, leaning against her knight, facing the direction where Naira was hiding, "The first person to attack you is Theramis the Chosen One. I heard that she is the oldest
A member of the Assassin family, the sealed object he controls has a terrifying power that is close to that of the God of Death, and can continuously cause abnormal and fatal disasters around the target.
"Your illness is caused by a high-level sealed object in the plague pathway. It is most likely a weapon that Naira obtained from the ruins of the Sea of Chaos that you explored before. It can unknowingly infect the enemy with a variety of diseases and weaken their physique.
Speed and concentration can also interrupt skills and accelerate the loss of psychic energy. If there is no targeted restraint, the accumulated diseases will explode after a certain period of time, severely damaging the target.
"I have just purified the infections and diseases from your body. Naira is there, and I can capture his breath. If he were not in a hurry to keep you, he would have let the disease lurk and generate higher-level diseases that are difficult to solve.
A more powerful disease."
Griffith wiped off the garbage on his body, drank a bottle of magic potion for himself, and followed Miss Elf's guidance to cast his gaze towards a tower in the dark night.
"I got two emblems," Griffith said. "Nara is very dangerous. Prince Commodus will arrive soon. It's better for us to retreat for the time being."
"Okay~ What a good start! But they shouldn't let us retreat so easily. The chosen ones have gathered here, your identity..."
"I have been prepared for this." Griffith's voice began to become delicate and sweet.
"What's wrong with you? You're a pervert." Galadia was startled and punched his arm.
At this time, the pebbles on the ground bounced. Prince Commodus passed over the eaves, holding a big sword, and landed dozens of meters away like a meteorite.
The prince waved his cloak and stood up, his majestic aura coming over him like a mountain. He noticed Naira's aura, saw Erza who had just killed Diaz, and his eyes rested on Griffith and Galadia.
From Commodus' perspective, Miss Elf is in a position to cover the death knight. With his position, he has indeed heard the vague rumors from Canaan. The only legal heir of the Villanoy family seems to be related to
Death knights are related in this way.
Not only that, the other chosen one, Erza Valkyrie, seemed to be on that side, and had just killed an extraordinary demon hunter who had strayed in. Commodus’ knowledge of her was equally limited, and he knew that she had been in the East
Serving in the legion, she does not have a prominent family background, but she is very talented. Ms. Edina, the "Guardian of Order" and one of the twelve members of the Arcane Council, takes great care of her.
The identities and information of the 24 selected people were not complete. Before starting tonight's operation, Commodus just quickly reviewed the information available at hand. As for Erza, he didn't even understand why she was on the list.
inside.
"Please leave from there, Miss Villanoy, Miss Valkyrie," the prince said, "This evil apostle is my prey. By protecting him, you are challenging the rules set by the Arcane Council."
The prince raised his sword and pointed at Griffith: "Take off your helmet, show your face, and surrender to me, otherwise you will be punished by heaven."
Galadia didn't pay attention to the prince at all, but instead used a tired, cold look that elves often showed up at diplomatic meetings and banquets. As for Erza, she was leaving Diaz, who was lying on the ground, spinning around.
The spear with its arc lingering occupied a very advantageous high ground.
Fight, fight! Theramis's eyes widened, staring at the scene of the confrontation between the five people through the crystal ball. The death knight who took her emblem held the dark and deep helmet with his obedient hands, and slowly took it off:
"Good evening, Your Highness," Griffith said with the appearance and voice of Laura de Rockhavet, "I cannot accept the title of Evil Apostle."
The air was stagnant for a moment. Prince Commodus stared at "Launa"'s face and was speechless for a long time.
"Your Highness, join hands with me," Naila's distant voice came from the darkness, "and together we will expose the identity of this forgery."
"Why would I join forces with someone who's hiding out?"
Naila's answer was to throw a very small object towards Diaz at an alarming speed. The extraordinary demon hunter who had died suddenly twitched violently, and his body folded at an incredible angle like a stick insect.
, and splashed out a miserable green liquid.
In the blink of an eye, Diaz's clothes and armor were corroded by the concentrated acid-like liquid into pieces that emitted white smoke. Under the swollen muscle tissue, something was violently expanding and permeating his whole body.
"Attack and destroy this creature!" Erza suddenly said, and at the same time, the holy spear in her hand roared out and hit Diaz's body directly.
"Bang!"
The body of the extraordinary demon hunter during the mutation exploded into a pile of smelly flesh and blood. However, after the flesh and blood fell on the ground, it twisted like worms, gathered together crazily, and finally turned into a large bulging body.
A giant cocoon with pulsating blood vessels.
A crazy and twisted life is being nurtured.
Naira's voice echoed in the night sky, making it impossible to capture his exact location: "Your Highness, what we are about to arrive at is a new world that surpasses any previous world, and we must lead mankind to break free from this skin and gain
Eternal happiness and exaltation, God.”
"Lucius Aurelius Commodus Antoninus, this old world is about to be destroyed, and you will be crowned king."
An inhuman scream came from the giant cocoon of flesh and blood. Then, this abnormal thing made a tearing sound, splitting open huge marks that sprayed green liquid. A pungent smell of amniotic fluid spurted out.
"Garadia, Laura, get out of here!" Erza shouted immediately.
Before she finished speaking, an alien monster jumped out from inside.
"The son of Domon will annihilate the Huntress. Your Highness, the capture of the counterfeit will be left to you." Naira's breath and voice disappeared together, leaving the terrifying monster he cultivated at the scene.
Diaz, a former demon hunter, could no longer see the features of a humanoid figure. Instead, he had a three-meter-tall, dragon-shaped outline, with petal-like mouthparts densely covered with layers of fine teeth. A layer of obsidian shined with metal.
A like-like exoskeleton is attached to his body. Its limbs are like forked branches, and its fingers are sharp, slender, and extremely sharp. A bone tail darker than the abyss drags behind it, chained with a sharp bone gun.
This is a monster that has completely degenerated and abandoned its human attributes. Its primitive, brutal and crazy aura destroys the minds of all witnesses like a needle prick.
"Boom!"
Erza threw her second blow. However, the lightning-quick shot only opened a large hole in the ground, and the terrifying monster dodged the attack with astonishing agility.
The monster raised its long and ferocious head and made a low rustling sound towards Erza. Endless mucus flowed out of its mouthparts. In an instant, a shrill howl sounded in the air, and the son of Domon's legs fell on all fours.
He fell to the ground and turned into a shadow.
So fast?
Erza was surprised for a moment. Suddenly, an ugly face appeared in front of her, and bone claws comparable to sharp blades roared towards her.
The huntress dodged sideways, grabbing the incoming limb as a habit, preparing to lock it with joint techniques. However, as soon as she made contact, the astonishing force shook her hand away. Then, there was a hurricane of thick bone tails.
Draw head on.
Griffith suddenly felt dizzy. He seemed to have passed through some kind of tunnel that did not belong to this world. The scenery outside remained unchanged, but the colors were stripped away, leaving only gray outlines.
In an instant, Griffith returned to his own world again. Galadia was beside him, grabbing his arm and taking him a few hundred meters by teleportation.
"We are going to support Erza!" Griffith could barely see the actions of the monster in the distance. The thing moved at an alarming speed, and its screams, as sharp as ghosts crying, resounded through the night sky.
"This is not an enemy we can fight against!" Galadia shouted.
Suddenly, she raised her hand and pushed Griffith to the side. She turned around under the strong wind, bent her bow, and shot a beam of starlight towards the rushing Prince Commodus.
Just as Griffith was about to go up to help in the battle, he heard a loud noise. Erza flew out from a roof. She protected her body with her hands, and her fine gauntlets were covered with cracks and fine lines.
The son of Domon's huge body sank, and the astonishing explosive force caused the entire roof to collapse into rubble. It was actually faster than Erza, and it flashed behind her in the blink of an eye, and whipped it down with its whip-like bone tail.
.
"boom!"
There was a flash of light on Erza's body, and the defensive shield disintegrated under the attack, smashing into the residential area like a meteor. The son of Domon swooped down, his deformed limbs crawling on the ground among the ruins, roaring and smashing through a wall.
The wall, crushing towards the huntress.
Damn it, who should I help?
Griffith felt that his soul was being hung up and tortured. It was necessary to protect Galadia, but she was flickering smartly to contain the holder of the Holy Sword of Enduil. Both sides were very powerful and equipped with legendary equipment.
Weapons of different levels are comparable to each other in a short period of time.
On the other side, the seemingly heavy body of Domon's Son was chasing the Edge of Light and Shadow at an unimaginable speed. They hit from the sky to the ground, breaking down walls and houses along the way. Erza, who had always been strong, was actually suppressed.
Griffith mobilized the power of Death Coil, and before he could decide which target to project it on, a clear and holy echo suddenly came from the night sky.
The soul-cleansing whirlwind overwhelmed the roar of monsters and the buzz of sword and halberd clashes. Even Galadia and Commodus, who were fighting fiercely, slowed down the pace of the battle.
A familiar aura was rising towards the starry sky. Griffith looked up and saw Erza suspended in the air in a way that exceeded common sense, and bright halos spread out in the throbbing world.
Half of her face was stained red with blood, half of her breastplate was broken, and the wounds on her body, large and small, dyed her uniform the same color as her red hair.
That ferocious monster is wandering on the ground. Although it cannot fly, it can also attack targets in the air by jumping with full force or projecting a bone gun.
Erza's usual holy spear was gone. However, as she raised her hand to hold it, a dazzling light condensed in her hand.
At the same time, the blood on her body was evaporating, the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the armor and clothes on her body also turned into dots of starlight and dissipated.
The beam is buzzing, eager to break everything into atoms.
A pair of huge snow-white wings spread out from her exposed back. The suspended Erza was all white and crystal clear. She had no armor, and only a white and simple robe-like mist surrounded her.
"hiss!"
The son of Domon let out a provocative roar, opened his mouth, and a dark bone spur immediately burst out of the air, making a roar that tore the air, grazing Erza's cheek and reaching into the sky.
Dark clouds swirled in the sky, and thunder rolled. Erza looked down at all living beings in a dazzling posture, surrounded by lightning and storms.
There was no emotion in her always proud and smart eyes, as if she was the executor of divine will, making people dare not look directly at her. As her red lips slightly opened, her shuddering words spread in the dark night:
"Mythical creature Liberator, bombardment form unfolds"
Erza hovered over the battlefield, her words sounding the horn of destruction. Her flawless hand grasped the beam and threw it downwards.
The arc of light gun roared and fell towards the monster.