The militiamen who besieged Desai finally remembered something, and three of them rushed in the direction of Neferti. The others even stood between Desai and Neferti, raising their pitchforks and waiting for the second-level team leader.
Hit it yourself.
What's going on? Are these militiamen? I've killed several of them, why do I still have such fighting spirit?
Desai, who had been fighting and marching without stopping from yesterday until now, was almost out of breath. The heavy shield pressed down on his arm, and the sword was not raised as high as it was at the beginning. He could not fight back the militiamen in front of him, and he could not defend himself.
Unable to stop Neferti, her teeth were grinding and chattering, but she couldn't change the reality in front of her.
Rush again!
Desai charged at the pitchfork with all his strength, and several fork tips hit his breastplate, making a deafening sound before sliding aside. He rushed into the crowd, and the long sword in his hand immediately drew a bright light and shadow.
The militiamen stabbed at each other, metal colliding with metal, tearing at Desai's chest, arms and helmet. Without looking, Desai slashed between the shoulder and elbow of a militiaman with his sword, and then swiped upward diagonally, cutting off half of his head.
Spraying blood and brains, he flew through the crowd.
"kill him!"
"Take her away!"
The sun peeked through the low clouds for the first time in a long time. The militiamen, whose faces were covered with blood, roared and burst out with surprising fighting spirit. They stopped in front of Desai. Several of them stabbed Neveu to death.
Ti's horse grabbed her hair and clothes and dragged her aside.
Don’t even think about it!
Desai raised the dented metal shield, and a beam of strong and dazzling sunlight reflected on the polished gold and copper, piercing the militiaman's eyes. Desai took advantage of the situation and stabbed the militia captain with his sword.
It penetrated into the scales and turned hard on the chest, and the militia captain screamed.
We succeeded! Without the commander, do you still want to continue fighting?
Desai was about to draw his sword, but unexpectedly, the militia captain raised his hands and held the sword tightly so that he could not draw it out. Another man jumped out of the crowd, without a pitchfork in his hand, but holding a smoking black sword.
The iron ball rushed towards Desai.
Grenade?! What a brave man! My mission will fail and the sacrifices of so many people will be in vain!
Desai was stunned by these militiamen. He was a cold and tough warrior, but he did not expect that the ragged farmers in front of him were no worse than him! In this flash of lightning, he only had time to grab the fallen militiamen and move them in front of him.
.
"boom!"
The dark grenade made a loud noise, and the flying debris and shock wave knocked Desai away.
Severe tinnitus, vision blurred, and the whole world was spinning upside down.
Desai wanted to stand up, but the severe pain and dizziness pinned him to the ground. Burnt pieces of iron were embedded in his breastplate and mail, and a pool of red blood continued to extend under him.
Suddenly, a leg stepped on the chest of the second-level squad leader, and the last three militiamen ran over, cursing and raising pitchforks to stab him wildly. Desai raised his hand fiercely, took out a dagger and stabbed their knees. Four
People were torn apart in a pool of dust and blood, with broken pitchforks swinging back and forth.
"robber!"
"murderer!"
The militiamen shouted, broke their pitchforks, and hammered Desai's head with their fists.
Desai was about to die. He didn't know where the dagger had penetrated. The blood on his armor was frosted in the cold air. Amidst the dizzying rattling sound, he vaguely heard a clear sound.
Ethereal prayer.
Who? Who is praying? To whom?
A dazzling red light rose from the sky, and an unusually powerful aura suddenly surged in from the distance. The black clouds pressing down on the sky were flying away, and the strong wind was mixed with the sound of strange flapping wings.
"ah--!"
The militiamen suddenly let out a heart-rending scream, as if they had witnessed indescribable horror, leaving the dead and injured on the ground and fled into the woods.
What is coming? What could frighten these brave men so much?
Desai felt that his body was cold and his heated mind had cooled down. He vaguely saw Neferti kneeling not far away, like a little rabbit under the talons of an eagle, her smart eyes filled with desperate trembling. Soon
, he himself also clearly felt what a frighteningly powerful aura was crushing him.
The man-eating monster opened its bloody mouth!
In a trance, an inhuman, monster tentacle rolled towards Neferti in the air, its open mouthparts were like spiral petals, and the layers of finely serrated fangs were hung with minced meat and bone foam. It was apocalyptic.
Despair swirls among the saw teeth, with a chaotic and terrifying will, trying to swallow people into endless death and terror!
This boundless evil, this twisted will, is Isius, he has been attracted!
This crazy monster suddenly appeared on the treetops. It had almost no human shape except for its face. It had huge bone wings and a bone tail, and spear-like bone spurs protruded on its back. Its original left hand had been covered by a huge curled
Black horror worm replaces!
What kind of monster is this? Desai's mind was struck by a terrifying blow, almost bursting to pieces amidst the crazy flute music. However, he withstood the impact and clearly realized -
Wait, there is another one...
Red light flashed in the sky, and amidst the whistling and roaring sounds that tore the air, the extremely oppressive and terrifying sonic booms and whistling surged in the eardrums, one after another!
Black and red electric lights intertwined in the air, striking out the pure darkness that swallowed the air and light. The moment the terrifying tentacles fell from the sky, a purple-red lance came through the air and shot the tentacles into the air.
Every inch of Desai's nerves was trembling! Although he was not sure what was going to happen, every cell was telling him——
There is nothing to be afraid of anymore!
Desai forced his eyes open and saw a knight wearing a silver breastplate and holding a purple lance surrounded by dazzling arcs of lightning. The knight struck the ground with his lance, and the crimson lightning immediately cheered and struck him.
He and the war horse were surrounded by red light, forming a shield like water droplets.
A cold smile appeared on the familiar face.
Neferti, whose dress was torn, jumped up from the ground with joy and almost tripped. She shook her long blond hair and ran towards the familiar figure like a kitten that saw its owner returning home, running and shouting
.
"knight!
"Griffith Knight!"
Desai had a strange feeling. It seemed that there was something stuck in her heart, but she couldn't explain it clearly.
Griffith was riding on a cold skeletal horse, holding a bloody thorn in his hand. He glanced at the girl on tiptoes and Desai who fell to the ground. His sharp eyes were like scarlet under his dark golden visor.
The tremors and fear that made people unable to look directly penetrated their bones, echoing silently in the depths of their hearts.
"From now on, I will take over the battlefield.
"Griffith de Ravenel."
Amid the roar, Griffith sped towards the barren hills and mountains nearby. Suddenly another haze swept across the sky, and the sun was blocked by this sudden shadow.
"Come and fight, Xiaoyugan!" Isius opened his bone wings and flew through the air, chasing the war knights on the ground. "I have been waiting for this day for a long time. It's so exciting!"
He has suddenly become a monster with various limbs spliced together. He is bloated and huge. He crushes and hits wherever he goes. All forests and rocks are brutally trampled and crushed.
"Want to run? Can you escape from this overwhelming firepower?"
Isius chased after him with all his strength. Human arms sprouted from his torso and limbs. He waved his wand, outlined magic patterns, and threw beams of light and fireballs all over the sky to pursue Griffith's traces.
Griffith raised his gun and galloped, the howling wind turned into the sound of whipping, and wherever the sharp edges of the blood thorns touched, they left only aftershocks of lightning.
In just a moment, Isius suddenly lost his grip on Griffith, as if the other party was invisible.
Immediately afterwards, a fireball triggered a violent explosion.
Iseus flew in the fierce wind, passing over the burning earth and over the fire.
This must have hit a supernatural being, as the spellcasting materials and psychic weapons exploded to create such a large explosion.
Where are the body fragments? Guys like Griffith were blown to ashes? In the end, the all-powerful spellcaster is stronger...
Ecstasy, surprise and luck were mixed together, and poured into the deformed brain. For a moment, Isius even regretted that victory came so easily, without torture and whining as seasoning, and a little less fun.
Suddenly, a shrill scream erupted from his spirituality. The terrifying spiritual energy burst into an invisible raging frenzy, and the suffocating oppression made his soul whimper.
The overwhelming murderous intention suddenly appeared behind Isius, on the side and rear of the flight path.
Wait, no, there are too few remnants! There should be more remnants when a fully equipped transcendent explodes... This, this is a trap!
You plotted against me, Griffith!
In the fire waves on the ground, violent murderous intent rose like an overwhelming force. Griffith was hidden in the bright light of the explosion, holding the blood spines, and expanded the projected posture to the limit! The blood spines were annihilating the entity and turning into a beam.
Lightning emitted an explosion that penetrated the air, leaving behind layers of vortexes that broke through the clouds.
This full blow fell in Isius's eyes, and he felt that the knight in front of him was accumulating all his pain, joy, sentimentality and happiness, and then condensing, sublimating, and condensing it into a devastating blow!
Howling cavalry and terrifying wind pressure filled the field of vision. The entire world of Isius was filled with sharp killing intent, reaching straight into the abyss of destruction.
In the chaos, Isius no longer knew what he was going to do!
His whole body trembled, terrified by the power he had never seen before.
Every cell in his body was screaming to run away, run now! But he was trapped in an endless swamp, unable to move even an inch. The whole world seemed to have become an enemy, presenting it to a terrifying blow.
He witnessed the sharp lightning and felt fear and trembling from the bottom of his soul. Only the arrogant and false barking emboldened him:
"If you want to kill me, it's still 10,000 years too early!
"I have the protection of the Immortal God!"
Griffith's eyes, which were like flames, cruelly and decisively strangled this miserable soul.
This blow will wipe out all your shields, blessings, magic enhancements, healing spells and other benefits, and even destroy the gifts of the gods. Be afraid, I will beat you back to a bug!
Griffith recited silently in his heart, then shouted the true name given to the weapon and threw it with all his strength:
"O gods, bow down before me!
“Morituri te salutant (morituri te salutant) to the dead!”