As soon as the fear caused by the death coil receded, the orcs broke free from the chaos and immediately began to search for the knight.
Invisibility. According to intelligence, the guardian knight is equipped with a sealed object that can hide himself. After the combo is interrupted, he will immediately retreat into the shadows and then make a sneak attack... The bloody eyes of the strong orc Malbus quickly swept over the most likely sneak attack.
Columns, walls, sculptures and furnishings, beast-like perception leaves no trace behind.
"What are you looking for?" Griffith tapped the scabbard of his sword as a greeting, "Your prototype, the orc warriors of the Clan Alliance, would not be so panicked."
He neither hid nor hid, standing majestically under a mural of a moonlit woodland, and raised his chin towards the alert orc.
"Don't compare me with those lower creatures, humans," Marbus hissed, "We are the warriors of the Creator, the perfect evolution beyond the primitive orcs, and our strength, speed, and precision are far above them.
"
"Oh? Power, you mean those cute fists like girls putting on foundation just now? If you are poor or weak, you should find a handkerchief and go embroider it!"
The orc's face was distorted. The ugly outline and the fangs protruding from his lips trembled.
"I'm going to rip your head off and hang it on your intestines to dry."
"Hoho, what are you waiting for?" Griffith raised his fists in a fighting posture, "Come here quickly, I will teach you what fighting is."
The strong orc roared loudly. He sank toward the ground, kicked his legs towards the earth, and shot out like a cannonball.
"I'm going to break your bones! A 2,000-pound punch!"
"Bang!"
This punch directly knocked the knight's arms away, and even the breastplate sprayed like mud. Malbus's fist passed through the chest and dug a huge hole in Griffith's body.
However, Malbus did not feel the slightest joy or relief when this blow was successful. The feeling of the hit was like a punch punched into a muddy swamp. The thick, stagnant feeling even threatened to swallow him up.
Horror flashed through his ferocious eyes, and Malbus suddenly saw that the knight in front of him was dissolving like an ooze monster.
Puppet stand-in, this is a trap!
The whistling wind sounded from behind. A huge spider web shrouded the sky, covering the strong orc tightly before he could break free.
In the originally deserted place, the air suddenly shook like water waves, and Griffith's majestic figure emerged from the twisted ripples. He was holding a sharp spear, and lava-like fire was flowing on the spear thorn.
"You have half a minute," Griffith said coldly, staring at the prey under the predator's web, "to tell you who your master is?"
The strong orc suddenly burst into flames, tearing wildly with astonishing explosive force. However, the extremely tough net rope trapped his hands and feet, and even tightened tighter and tighter, until the skin and flesh were torn, making a tooth-itching cutting sound on the bones.
Griffith waved his hand and shot out, piercing the orc's abdomen and pinning him to the ground.
"There are still 27 seconds, 26, 25..."
"Heheheheheheheh!"
Marbas laughed hoarsely, and his body began to tremble violently. His strong muscles swelled, and sharp bone thorns penetrated the body, tearing the flesh and blood. Just under the cracked flesh, a layer of pitch-black bone armor was growing like insects.
It squirms like a worm and grows at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"I will give you a long insight, starting now, the true form of the strong orcs!" Marbus shouted, "For a strong man like me, there are still a hundred and ten..."
"Boom!"
Before he finished speaking, the second veto throwing spear roared out, crushing the head of the strong orc.
This strong headless body stopped mutating for an instant, shook, and fell to the ground.
…
"Ouch——!"
Heart-rending roars echoed underground. This voice did not sound like an elf, nor was it human. It reminded Galadia of some memories that were about to be forgotten.
However, Galadia didn't have time to think too much, the black thread was dragging her into the darkness. After being entangled by these snake-like black shadows, she felt that her thoughts gradually became confused and sluggish, and her arms and shoulders were very sluggish.
, the joints were stiff as if they were wrapped in plaster.
These black threads are as flat as shadows. Even if you pull them with your hands, you can't catch them without being solid.
This is the ability of the "Collector" path transcendent! Tarkin Amon is at the end of this black line.
Galadia immediately took out the silver table knife hidden under her skirt and picked at the thread.
The moment the sword shined, spiritual energy surged, and the black threads were all cut off. Something made an almost illusory scream and escaped into the shadows.
Galadia broke free and stood up, looking around cautiously.
The light here is very dark, and the lights on the wall barely allow people to see the surroundings clearly. The gorgeous white stone steps lead to the deeper and darker lower level. The majestic buildings and murals on the wall show that this is still the bottom of the Nebula Temple.
In the dark, she heard a strange noise from an unknown source.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Weird sounds seemed to come out of the darkness of the void, echoing in my mind.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several black hands emerged from the invisible darkness and approached quietly. They were also like shadows, as flat as if they were painted on the ground. They did not squirm or crawl. They just stretched a little bit, playing with the indescribable sinister flute sound.
in, continuously extending.
Galadia felt dizzy and her vision began to become hazy. The moment she saw these tentacles, she lost some of her sanity.
Those hands were winding around nearby, not getting close. However, one hand approached the crystal lamp on the wall, paused, and then made a "clasp" motion.
The lights went out instantly.
The black hand "stole" the light. At the same time, Galadia seemed to fall into the abyss, her mind was violently impacted, and she almost lost consciousness.
This is the mystery that attacks reason... Galadia's magic eyes flashed with a captivating red light, more magnificent than gems and deeper than the abyss, igniting pure red spiritual fire.
"Burn them all!"
The red flames tore cracks in the world's barriers, and the chaotic atmosphere was vented in the form of dark flames, splattering on the ground and walls.
This weird flame seemed to be burning, but there was an almost liquid flow spreading to all directions.
"Bang." Once the almost invisible black hand came into contact with the pitch-black flames, it immediately exploded and turned into fly ash and was extinguished by the wind.
The virtual fire released by the Demonic Eye has the power of annihilation that ignores all defenses.
Galadia was bathed in a blood-red arc of light, and the ball lightning formed by the scarlet arc whip whipped wildly in the air, forming a daunting and powerful shield. When the mysterious tentacles were annihilated, she felt her
Some of his sanity seems to have returned.
Griffith and I were separated...
The sound just now indicated that there was another creature that did not belong here helping Tarkin. How did it get in? Could it be that...
Galadia gently pressed her forehead to stabilize her mind, and said into the darkness where she couldn't see clearly:
"The smell outside is that of a strong orc?
"It seems that he doesn't plan to hide it anymore. Is this really good?"
"The communication between Canaan and the outside world has long been interrupted; as long as no one can tell the secret alive, the secret will not be leaked," Tarkin's hoarse voice sounded faintly in the darkness, "Besides, it is too late to find out now."
He seemed to be dragging some heavy burden, struggling to show his figure. His firm and wise eyes were filled with fatigue and sleepiness, like a dull doll.
At the same time that Tarkin appeared, Galadia seemed to see something squirming and swelling in the corner.
Several groups of shadow-like things were slowly taking shape. They were illusory like mist at first, and gradually became thicker and more substantial. They had huge bodies, disproportionate hooves, serrated mouths and goat's horns, and were extremely chaotic.
rather than real.
"Attack, my retinue!"
Groups of shadow monsters appeared in front of Tarkin, surrounding them from all sides. However, before they touched Galadia, the fire of the void had already swept up, engulfing Tarkin in scarlet flames.
As long as it is captured by Galadia's magic eye, the fire of the virtual realm will ignite the target regardless of defense.
Tarkin's shield flashed rapidly and was extinguished, and his clothes and flesh were burned away in the blink of an eye, turning into nothing.
However, the actions of the shadow monsters did not stop. These chaotic and evil monsters lost their summoners, but they still followed their previous orders.
A shadow monster even squeezed to the outside of Galadia's shield, opened its mouth wide and took a bite.
This bite seemed ordinary, but it stirred up a violent arc of electricity, causing visible damage to the shield. More monsters followed, biting madly.
Tarkin is still here, and he is still commanding these shadow monsters... While Galadia avoided the bite of the shadow monsters, she scanned her surroundings with her keen senses, and found that there was Tarkin's aura in another corner.
What's going on? Just now, Tarkin must have been truly eliminated. Whether it was psychic energy or breath, both must have been captured.
My psychic energy is very stable. This is not an illusion...Does Tarkin, like Isius, have the authority to be reborn?
Galadia didn't have time to think about it, as the dense shadow monsters were tearing at her shield. She immediately turned her eyes away, and the second Tarkin was ignited on the spot, burning completely.
"The Hand of God is really a cursed existence," Tarkin's voice sounded again, appearing at another entrance to the underground hall, "The power of the virtual realm can burn through all defenses. However, the breath of the end will also swallow you.
.Garadia, this route is hopeless."
"I agree with you. Indeed, this power should not exist in the world," Galadia said, and her left eye that had been guiding the fire of the virtual realm was temporarily closed, extinguishing the terrifying burning. "But, you
Don’t you expect me to be captured without mercy?”
"I don't expect that," Tarkin admitted frankly, "but the continuous release of the fire of the void must make you very tired. Your body and will cannot bear this kind of power.
"This is the limit of flesh and blood."
The two elves were talking and fighting. Whenever Galadia destroyed a "Tarkin", a new Tarkin would immediately appear nearby and command the shadow monster to fight with her.
The pace of the battle between the two sides was extremely fast. Under the attack of the fire of the void, Tarkin's survival was almost counted in seconds, but he kept reappearing as if endlessly.
As time goes by, more and more shadow monsters appear around, even faster than Galadia can burn them.
I will be dragged down... If this continues, even if Griffith arrives, he will not be able to deal with so many shadow monsters... Galadia waved her hand, pointing the silver knife in her hand at the dense army of shadow monsters like an arrow.
.
"This knife is very sharp, but of what use is it!" Tarkin noticed her actions and asked loudly, "In the same sequence of battles, when a collector releases all the summons, the victory of the battle will be
It’s doomed!”
"Everything you say is right~"
The silver table knife in Galadia's hand suddenly turned into starlight and dispersed. Her long hair was flying in the air, and the layers of magic circles were rotating around her with astonishing momentum. Blue, green and golden ball lightning was swirling around her.
She was looming around her, with little rays of light gathering into dazzling starlight.
Is this also the power of the virtual realm? It's not at the same level as before... After a moment of astonishment, Tarkin suddenly realized——
The function of that knife is not to attack, but to charge!
"For the military range attack spell, the artillery form is deployed, and the countdown is started.
"Prayer strengthens."
Galadia no longer dodges, using a powerful shield to block the siege of shadow monsters while chanting in a low voice. In the far north night sky beyond the reach of the eyes, there is a star carrying irresistible pressure and power.
Echoing her prayers.
Galadia's eyes became as pure as losing their emotions, as if they were incarnate into an indescribable existence and will walking on the ground. The air, light and dust were suddenly stopped, and they listened with fear and reverence to her bright and direct words.
Prayers:
“The everlasting light that bestows kindness and shelter,
"Guardian of nature and balance,
“The guide on the endless journey,
"I identify the target of the arrow as the enemy of Starlight."
Tarkin was suffocated. The astonishing psychic energy was like a tide, filling the entire underground space, leaving him and his summons with nowhere to escape.
The air suddenly compressed. Sound and light were instantly deprived, as if a black hole swallowed everything. Then, pure light bloomed, roaring into the darkness.
"Aiya Erendil Elenion Ancalima! (Hail to the brightest star Elenion Ancalima!)"
Indescribable screams and deafening roars merged together, opening up a bright and smooth path in the dark underground.
The densely packed monsters were swept by the unstoppable silver light. No matter they were strong or weak, crazy or evil, they were all wiped out in the bright light.