The Assault Scout's rapid-fire cannon is lightweight and easy to carry. Its range and power have been weakened to a certain extent, but its killing effect in a small space is still powerful.
Coupled with the grenades thrown by the grenadiers on both sides, the human face armor that hit it, even though it had a strong shield-like carapace, was still like flying snow meeting boiling water, disappearing in the flying shrapnel.
Griffith was standing behind the infantry formation when he suddenly felt something was stained on his face. He raised his hand and wiped a ball of dark green pus from his face.
The rapid-fire cannon, which rotated its sub-cannons, had almost no need to stop to dissipate heat. It fired 10 rounds in a row until the entire passage was covered in choking smoke, and then it stopped firing.
The rustling of the insects has completely subsided, leaving only subtle twitching and friction in the smoke.
"It's breathtaking," Bishop Osiris muttered, glancing at the knight beside him. "It reminds me of the good old days of Odessa."
This powerful extraordinary cleric has long been ready to attack. As soon as the infantry's defense line is breached, he will immediately advance forward with heavy shields and heavy armor.
"Times have changed, sir," Swordmaster Jeremiah said with a faint smile, "The holy sword of physics will eventually cut off the chains of mysticism. This is what Roland said."
"Roland said this? I don't believe it. You can't just blame Roland for all your bragging."
The bishop shook his head and said: "Muskets and cannons are somewhat powerful, but weapons also need people to handle them.
“Those mortals in the Confederacy are poor and weak;
"Our legion, when General Marius completes this round of military reforms, has shields and psychic blessings, and has a tempered body, it will be strong and powerful!
"We still have thousands of Beyonders! The Confederacy only..."
While Griffith was inspecting the assault scouts cleaning the battlefield, he listened silently to the two extraordinary beings talking. Amber was right behind him, almost back-to-back, guarding each other.
She felt that the knight was particularly silent today, so she leaned back and rubbed her long blond hair against him:
"What are you thinking~?"
"I was thinking..." Griffith tapped his forehead.
If the princess's intelligence is correct, these powerful men and their direct subordinates present will definitely launch an attack somewhere, and there will even be demigods leading another team of extraordinary people following them.
Even if he knew that there were dangerous enemies around him, Griffith could not attack them now or escape by himself. Without the assistance of powerful teammates, he and Amber alone would not be able to open the way forward anyway...
…
Is there anyone here who can be an ally? Even if there is, how can we get them to take a stand?
The situation in front of Griffith is extremely passive. If he doesn't do something, the initiative will fall into the hands of the assassins of the Arcane Council. Once they choose the time and place to attack and besiege with an absolute advantage, everything will be over.
This situation is even more dangerous than when Griffith was investigating the "Black Domain" in Verona...
"quiet."
Lourdes shouted coldly: "Have you forgotten where this place is?"
His words were like the cold wind from the far north cutting through the mind, making people tremble. The conversation in the team came to an abrupt end, and everyone felt as if they had been whipped, and hurriedly packed up their equipment and took action.
Amber also trembled subconsciously and followed Griffith's footsteps. At this moment, she heard the knight beside her whisper: "Follow me, don't go away."
…
The giant beetles in the ruins feed on plants and carrion. The tunnels are covered with pus from their remains, and they can no longer threaten humans. However, as a part of the underground ecology, the pus from the remains of the giant beetles will soon lead to
Come the high order predator.
The members participating in this mission are all experienced Beyonders and soldiers, and they are naturally very clear about the dangers involved. Therefore, there is no need for instructions from superiors. The team members with enhanced perception explore the way in front, and the remaining people pass through in sequence.
A messy battlefield, continue to penetrate deeper.
After advancing for a certain distance, everyone came to a magnificent hall.
This place is at least a few kilometers away from the ground, but the wind sound is getting louder and louder inexplicably. The strong wind from nowhere even rolls out a rolling vortex in the dim light, like surging black tentacles. The overflowing pressure of unknown origin
When it passes over people's skin, it feels like a needle pricking it.
The roads here are even more complicated, with steps, corridors, and terraces layer upon layer. Walking through them is really a dizzying feeling.
What's even more terrifying is that among these chaotic ancient ruins, red balls of light flash past from time to time.
"Count the number of people and set up a camp," Lordes said, obviously very experienced in investigating ruins. "There are creatures contaminated by the dark aura nearby, and they feed on things like human face armor.
"For hundreds of years, the Arcane Council has tried many times to explore the miracles of the trolls, but has achieved very little. This is because they have been harassed by endless mutant creatures."
This extraordinary wizard was obviously well prepared and well aware of the dangers of the ruins, so he was extremely careful.
The assault scouts immediately set about setting up a line of defense. They didn't care at all about the conditions of food and accommodation, but they very carefully chose a high ground with a wide view, laid out multiple layers of traps nearby, and used thin wire to set up a cordon. Once there was a living creature
Touching it will sound an alarm or detonate a buried bomb.
Griffith took Amber along the entire campground and gained a deeper understanding of the topography.
Until now, there is no sign of the attack being launched. Lourdes and other extraordinary beings leading the team are busy with their own affairs. They must be worried that the nearby environment is complicated, and even if they take the lead, they cannot ensure a sure kill in a short time.
Griffith, who is close to the 5th level of the sequence.
Once Griffith hides in the nearby cave ruins, it will be troublesome to find him again...
However, Griffith also noticed that no matter how he moved, there would always be the eyes of at least one transcendent and a dozen soldiers near him.
"We seem to be being watched~" Amber also noticed something strange, "What should we do? Should we run?"
"oh?"
Amber came closer and whispered in his ear, "The mission given to me by the principal and the princess is to cover your departure in times of crisis. I can enter the form of a mythical creature in a short period of time, and I am fully confident in breaking through."
The warm breath made Griffith's ears itch. He glanced at the investigator and said, "You are still Sequence 7. When you enter the form of a mythical creature, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to come back?"
"I am the chosen one!" Amber patted her chest confidently, "How's it going? Do you want to leave? Let's go now!"
Griffith smiled and shook his head: "It's not yet time."
After the security arrangements are completed, the extraordinary commando team takes a rest. Being in the dark underground for a long time will blur people's sense of time. In order to ensure sufficient physical strength to carry out the task, the team must strictly implement their schedule.
Griffith, like everyone else, brought prepared bread and cooked meat, which he could eat with water as long as they were roasted on the fire. Although alcohol was not allowed during war, the Beyeland army also allowed it to be added to the drinking water.
A small amount of wine and honey to maintain water quality, coupled with a lot of raisins and honey biscuits, can easily replenish physical strength.
Even though they had their own secrets, before they broke up, Griffith still sat down to eat with all the extraordinary people.
Since it was dinner, it was inevitable to have something to talk about. So, Bishop Osiris spoke again. This time, he did not use his loud voice, but tried his best to lower his voice:
"Hey guys, you know what?
"There is a dark wizard's secret room hidden in this ruins."
Jeremiah shook his head and expressed disbelief. Professor Lordes did not object. Griffith listened without saying a word. Osiris is a senior spy, no matter how bold he seems on the surface, he is a senior spy.
spy.
"That was more than twenty years ago. At that time, I was still a traveling monk and followed the legion to the south. At that time, there were many trolls occupying abandoned ruins and pyramids on the edge of craters and sand seas.
"One day, we surrounded a ruins, and the trolls there were particularly stubborn. It took half of the warriors to kill them all. I still remember that blood flowed down the high steps, like a waterfall, and no one could stand.
Stop.
"I was wondering at that time, why not set it on fire? It's so simple, no one has to sacrifice."
"Yes, why?" Jeremiah asked.
The sword master leaned his swords against the stone, raised his feet, and asked as he picked them.
"I went to ask," the bishop whispered, "but the big shots ignored me. Instead, they sent a wizard into the camp and ordered me to protect him.
"This wizard is very young and has a pale face. After all, there are corpses on the ground. However, he is very excited, as if nothing in the world is more glorious than his mission.
"I remembered his name, and what happened next made me never forget him for the rest of my life.
"His name is—
"Milovan Neville."
Okay, here we go, it seems these people have other purposes besides killing me... Griffith stared into the bishop's eyes and listened to him continue.
Milovan Neville, a member of the Arcane Parliament, was once the holder of the "Lin Yuan Ji", a sealed artifact related to the path to the undead. Count Larmore seems to have acquiesced that he had something to do with the events that occurred on Neopolis Island.
Direct relationship.
Bishop Osiris' expression became very mysterious:
"When we entered, we found some of our people lying in the hall in the center of the ruins. Their faces were distorted and they were delirious. In the middle of the hall, there was a stone slab. Our commander ordered everyone to line up to touch it.
.”
"You guys, go up and touch? Are you lining up?" Jeremiah asked in surprise, "Is it true?"
"Yes, that's right," the bishop nodded, "Extraordinary people, without protection, touch a sealed artifact that has written ancient secrets! Line up and pass the inspiration, will and sanity tests one by one!
"Only those who pass and persevere can decipher the secrets of the stone slab.
"This method will only be used when the situation is extremely critical and human lives must be taken."
Lordes said nothing. He was like a piece of dry ice, without any ripples or movement.
"It was Neville's turn, that young wretch," said the Bishop, "who without a moment's hesitation raised his hand, touched it, fell down, and twitched like a fish thrown on the shore.
"The chief asked me to take this poor guy out for treatment immediately, and then ask others to come up.
"I carried Neville on my shoulders. He was very thin and light, and he could be easily taken outside. I used holy healing to treat him, hoping to relieve his pain. But, strangely, my level was not bad, but
No matter what I do, it's useless. Milovan Neville is completely confused and dying."
"The mysteries of ancient times are normal," Jeremiah shook his head. "The collapse of one's sanity is the same as death for those who cannot bear it. Hey, wait a minute, why do I remember this person's name? I have heard it before."
"He is a member of the Arcane Council," the clown, who had been as quiet as a piece of wood, suddenly said, "The bishop's patient is very lucky."
"Lucky, lucky? Hehe," the bishop's burly body trembled with laughter, "Maybe.
"That night, I kept thinking about what had gone wrong with my prayers and healing, and couldn't sleep so I just walked around the camp. When I walked past a tent, I heard someone talking inside.
"The voice was somewhat familiar. I thought for a moment and remembered that it was Milovan Neville during the day!
"His words were coherent and clear, just like a normal person! I was completely confused. I thought, shouldn't I congratulate him? At this moment, I heard him say——
"prophecy,
"Mentioned an ancient egg...
"The egg existed when the troll empire was still unrivaled, and it contained the essence of the Old Gods.
"Perhaps it is the hope that protects our world from destruction."