The Son of Prophecy is placed in the rotating magic ball, exuding a terrifying atmosphere of annihilation and mystery, like the extreme north wind, mixed with a confusing chill that penetrates straight into the bone marrow. As soon as you see him, you will be moved from the depths of your soul.
The idea of retreating arises!
Aaron raised his wand, pointed it casually in the direction of Griffith's retreat, and released a black fireball. At first glance, the fireball, which seemed to be as big as his palm, flew a short distance and then moved at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It expanded rapidly and soon exceeded the size of a house. A conch-like rotating texture appeared on the surface of the black flame.
The pitch-black flame ignited everything it touched, boiling and rolling, dissolving into an indescribable black liquid. The blue corrosive liquid splashed out and fell to the ground, burning the rocks until they creaked;
The water surface was boiling like adding fuel to a fire.
Even the shields of the few Extraordinaries standing in front were contaminated by the black fire that flew out, and were corroded until they kept shining! It seemed that they would be annihilated in the next second.
There was a flash of lightning in the air, and Erza's figure emerged from the silver refraction. Her eyes shone with magnificent light, and arcs of electricity crackled around her feet, lashing the ground from time to time, arousing waves of energy.
Smoke and dust.
Griffith was grabbed by her arm and avoided Aaron's fireball at the critical moment. When he landed on the ground again and looked back at the devastated earth, his heartbeat could not help but accelerate.
This is the fire of the virtual realm!
Griffith has seen Galadia's magic eye summon this terrifying substance. This is an attack that cannot be defended, and once it is contaminated, it will be burned to death by a strange psychic flame!
The situation is too unfavorable. Commodus with a large number of subordinates is already difficult to deal with, plus a son of prophecy whose strength is bottomless...
On Griffith's side, due to battlefield restrictions, he, a war knight, has neither a reliable army nor a "Bloodthorn" lance. Erza has not yet completed the trial, and her psychic abilities are extremely unstable. Her combat skills
Although she is unparalleled, she also lacks core equipment. Continuous battles and teleportation consume a lot of her psychic energy.
Being in this state and facing two powerful forces is like a mouse caught in a millstone and will be shattered to pieces at any time.
Therefore, Griffith and Erza fled north at the same time with a tacit understanding. In this state, the two were definitely no match for Aaron and Commodus, and they had to delay the decisive battle until the appropriate time and battlefield.
Aaron withdrew his gaze from the fleeing knight and huntress, and looked at Commodus again, gentle and calm, as if he was a guest bringing a gift.
"What is this?" Commodus asked in a deep voice, holding the holy sword in his hand. A part of his men chased Griffith closely, while the rest spread out their formation and vaguely surrounded Aaron from both sides.
"The spiritual flame of the virtual realm burns all things and will not disappear until the target is burned out," Aaron said. "I call it goodwill."
Several Extraordinaries infected by the black flames had their shields burned through, rolling on the ground in despair and pain, wailing heart-breakingly.
Aaron waved his magic wand, and the black flames were immediately extinguished. The ignited Beyonders collapsed to the ground one by one, and the burned parts of their bodies disappeared without a trace.
"bona fide……"
With a face as cold as ice, Commodus faced the Son of Prophecy with full vigilance. According to the reliable information from the intelligence agent, he knew that Aaron had the authority to create a psychic army, which was enough to make any strong man fear him. However,
The scene just now means that Aaron even has the means to use and control the energy of the virtual realm at will.
Is there anything Aaron can't do? He didn't directly smash down the fire of the virtual world, which can indeed be called "goodwill".
"What do you want, wizard." Commodus nodded slightly and accepted Aaron's kindness in principle.
Aaron was very satisfied with this. He raised his right hand and pointed to the sky with his index finger and middle finger: "The God of Contract witnessed that a truce agreement was concluded between the four hands of gods here."
Commodus's men were all shocked for a moment.
Rorschach and Overseer Ekirum stepped forward and followed the Son of Prophecy in silence. Aaron pointed elegantly in the direction of Zulhakar:
"The ancient egg is about to hatch. Every high-ranking troll lord you defeat is the key to the bloodthirsty false god's escape from his prison.
"This is a trap, son of Aurelius. You know what is buried here, but you don't know its nature. The shadow of Zul'Haka is tempting you. This is its territory. The more you fight, the more sacrifices you offer to it.
The richer.
"When it condenses into a material form, you will find that you have been deceived. The bait will send you and your pursuers into the mouth of the false god."
Commodus was silent for a while: "Fabulous rumors. Griffith and Valkyrie, the two daring traitors have reached the end of their rope and are just waiting to sacrifice their blood to the military flag. What else can stop me?"
"Blood sacrifice?"
The corners of Aaron's mouth raised: "In the past few days, you and your entire army have failed to capture Valkyrie. After Griffith arrived, your army was suffering casualties every moment. Son of Aurelius,
Tell me, how many more squadrons are you prepared to lose for them, and how many knights are you going to kill in battle?"
Commodus's face turned livid, and his ice-blue eyes rolled like burning ice.
"Arrogant.
"Wizard, is it possible that this king, Lucius Aurelius Commodus Antoninus, can no longer fight? The one who needs a truce to regroup is the only legitimate king of Bjeland?
"Have you forgotten that you are also the prey of this king? Are you trying to stop me with just the fire of the virtual realm?"
Aaron didn't take it seriously. He waved towards the north and sent Rorschach and the troll warlord to join in the pursuit. And he himself walked towards Commodus as if he wanted to drink tea with an old friend:
"Don't be anxious, son of Aurelius,
"I'll make you an offer you can't refuse."
…
A silver moon hangs in the false sky, and twilight is approaching.
"The one wearing the dark gold helmet is Griffith!"
The rapid hooves of horses broke the silence, and shouts came one after another from the left and right.
Griffith heard an explosion and hurriedly jumped on his horse. A spear grazed his helmet and was nailed to the rock nearby. Then there was another roar, and the troll warlord Ekirum waved his steel axe.
He almost chopped him and his horse into two pieces.
Griffith had no intention of fighting, so he could only use the skeleton army and horses to break out of the encirclement with all their strength and run towards the northern outer city of Zulhaqa.
Suddenly, an indescribable premonition of danger suddenly appeared in his heart. From the corner of his eye, he saw a grotesque and ferocious snake rushing over from the woods. The thing's eyes were scarlet, and disgusting worms were clearly curled up in its fangs.
It has like tentacles, long spikes on the back of its head and a pair of extremely incongruous wings.
It seemed to be flying or gliding at a speed that was too fast to catch. It suddenly bulged its abdomen and opened its mouth in the direction of Griffith.
"Shoot it down!"
Erza, who was leading the way, sensed the danger but had no time to turn around and rush to help. Before she could finish her shout, the flying snake spit out a forked and red tongue and sprayed out a bit of fluorescent green mucus.
Griffith raised his hand and threw an ice-condensed throwing spear, which passed by the bit of green slime. The sharp ice spear penetrated the flying snake's mouth, broke out from the back of the head, and exploded with a snap.
The sky filled with blood mist.
The green mucus spread into countless green mucus threads in the wind, forming a huge light green spider web, covering Griffith inside.
Corrosion, stench and severe pain!
Griffith's eyes darkened, and he fell off the horse. His whole body was covered with mucus that was difficult to break free, making movement extremely difficult!
This is the unique ability of flying snakes, a rare and extraordinary creature, to "entrap", which has the negative effects of hard-to-resist restraint and slowdown.
Seeing Griffith fall from his horse, the Ekilum warlord who was chasing after him was overjoyed. He rushed over and slashed down, smashing the skeleton of the horse with the first axe. Griffith, who had just stood up, hurriedly raised Han Guang to resist.
, the second ax knocked Han Guang away, knocking him directly to the ground.
"Eagle Shield! Ice Shield!"
As soon as Griffith opened several layers of shields, he was directly chopped into a ball of light shavings by the third axe, and a large gash was cut open in his breastplate.
Unable to block, unable to parry? Has the power of this troll crushed me?!
Convicted, it was too late to draw the gun...
Death Coil, if you raise your hand at this time, your arm will be cut off...
Turn into a blood bat and escape? No, it will be torn apart by the sharp edges.
The troll's combo attacks were like a storm, with overwhelming crushing and heavy blows, whizzing down on the fallen knight. Griffith was so compressed that he couldn't breathe, as if he was in the heart of the storm and couldn't break free.
, can only be torn apart bit by bit by the despair of the end of the road.
Suddenly, a bright light shot past, and the unstoppable troll warlord was pushed back five or six steps. The light dissipated, and the troll was seen kneeling on one knee, blocking the blow with staggered axes.
Erza arrived. She threw her spear, repelled the governor at the last moment, and rode her horse to stop in front of Griffith.
"Stand up, knight," Erza, who lost her main weapon, only had a short sword left, but her eyes were shining like gems, "This is not your end!"
Four pursuers arrived. Rorschach's shadow hovered in the sky, and the Extraordinaries led by Steiner rolled in.
"Griffith, I can only accompany you so far."
After the continuous battle, Erza's unstable extraordinary characteristics were once again on the verge of losing control. Her eyes were shaky, and the magic ring on her index finger was emitting an astonishing light.
"I will enter the form of a mythical creature again. While I am fighting Aaron and Commodus, you rush into Zul'Haka to seize the power of the Eternal Staircase, or leave here."
Without waiting for Griffith to answer, the pursuers suddenly relaxed the siege like a retreating tide. Even the powerful troll warlord suddenly restrained his violent fighting spirit and stood aside honestly.
Among the crowd, Aaron, who was wearing a pure white robe and surrounded by colorful orbs of lightning, and Commodus, who was holding the holy sword of Enduil, stood out.
"A truce for now, Mr. Knight, Miss Huntress," Aaron said, "I will mediate your fight in the name of arcane magic and initiate an agreement under the watchful eye of the God of Contract——
"1. The four gods present shall not attack any party to the agreement in any way or harm or hinder it in any way.
"2. This agreement is effective for the allies and servants of Hand of God.
"3. The armistice agreement is valid for 24 hours.
"4. Violators will be punished by God, suffer bad luck, severely weaken their physique, strength, agility, perception, and spirit, and be deprived of their three best pieces of equipment and hand them over to the party that keeps the promise."
Griffith suddenly felt light all over, and his pure stance was surging, relaxing his extremely tired and tense spirit. A mysterious and indescribable contract was touching his mind in the form of thoughts.
A very high-ranking being cast His will!
Griffith had no other choice. A temporary truce seemed to be very beneficial to him, even if it was just to allow a few undead nests to form an army for 24 hours.
But why did they agree to a truce? What was Aaron's purpose? He must have some plan that could only be completed with the help of the hands of other gods, and this was also in Commodus's interest, allowing him to temporarily resist the temptation of two powers...
…
"Huh--" Erza finally got a moment to breathe, and immediately agreed to the sacred contract.
The armistice agreement came into effect. From this moment on, Commodus suspended his pursuit of Griffith and Erza. The powerful will that people dare not disobey supervises the armistice. Commodus and Aaron, who have the upper hand in the situation, if they take the initiative to attack
, will be severely punished.
Aaron expressed satisfaction with the situation:
"I bring peace to you because the fight forced upon us by the Chosen One is meaningless——
"Not long ago, my investigators discovered that ancient fragments of the godhead remained in the depths of Zul'Haka. The material form of the life fabric from the void left behind a strange creation that can give creatures an astonishing vitality of eternity.
ladder'.
"Its roots are rooted in the underground of Zul'Haka, drawing strength from the material fragments of the life fabric of the virtual world. Its stems and leaves condense the essence of extraordinary characteristics and occupy the altar in the outer city.
"The high-level witch doctor Yeklik is there, trying to use divine power to reshape their god 'Domon', a monster who falsely calls the 'God of Blood'. Now, the flesh and blood of this monster is hatching in the ancient egg.
The time for its revival is not far off."
Commodus seemed to be very interested in this matter. He asked most of his subordinates to leave, taking only a few close associates with him.
"By destroying Yeklik, we can prevent Domon from entering reality," Aaron said. "This will also give us the authority of the outer gods. With this power, I can activate the wishing device."
Griffith asked: "Thank you for your mediation, Aaron, so what do you need from us?"
"That couldn't be simpler!" Aaron said, "It's naturally what you are most familiar with and are best at -
"Let us concentrate our efforts, break into the outer city of Zul'Haka, kill Ye'krik, take away the power of the Eternal Staircase, and then awaken the incomplete Domon and defeat it!
"The power of such an ancient evil god is enough to support us in summoning the wishing device."