Chapter 80: This world was born with the light of a monster,
Chapter 574 A monster was born in this world... That kind of light is hotter than magma and dazzling than the sun
The world was covered with thick clouds, and the light of the sharp blade seeped out from the shadows of the two people, dripping, intertwining, climbing up the stone wall of the temple, and spreading in all directions.
Osidis released lightning, illuminating the dark clouds. Griffith raised his sword to catch the forked arc of electricity coming towards him, and the energy bounced on Yitian's sword blade. The two were locked in a stalemate.
"Help Commander!"
The most elite group of assault grenadiers in the 10th Army rushed forward with bayonets in hand. They were a modified version of the assault reconnaissance unit. They had the same breastplate, grenades, short-barreled flintlocks and two pistols. Each of them had
Equipped with a long sword or short ax for hand-to-hand combat.
The soldiers were tall and agile, advancing and unfolding like clouds and flowing water. They aimed at the clustered, panicked, and fallen wizards and pulled the trigger, and the flames instantly connected into one.
There was another round of volleys, and smoke filled the air like a dragon. More people around Osidis fell to the ground and rolled all over the ground. Many people dragged their intestines and crawled on the ground. The 10th Army
The soldiers did not listen to the cries for mercy and went up from the steps on the first floor of the main hall, killing people like rivers of blood.
Ossidis was surrounded by some wizards.
"Hold on for the last five minutes!"
Osidis shouted. This is the Arcane Temple, and the casters still have the ultimate method. Many people know this secret, so they fight to the death.
With no way to escape, Lord Medwin's body was filled with dense bullet holes like a honeycomb, and he relied on his thick elemental body to resist.
Extraordinary powerful people cannot be insulted. The power of extraordinary people is far superior to that of ordinary people! After the initial panic and panic, the casters relied on the continuous magic power and geographical advantages of the temple to begin to block the invaders. They had to defend the passage.
Go to the top path and buy time for Yasol Ahan.
Even nobles who have lost their bodies and fighting spirit in wine and sex, and scholars who bury their heads in books and ignore the secular world, their counterattacks before death have exploded with astonishing power.
A wizard set the floor on fire, and the lava and fire burned half a group of soldiers to death in an instant. His companions swung a crescent-like arc of light, cutting off the rushing infantry in rows.
Before they could take a breath, several charred mortals rushed out of the sea of fire, hugged the flame wizard and burned them to ashes. The moment the fire weakened slightly, another group of infantrymen rushed up with guns in hand. Before they had time to think,
The enchanted wizards stabbed with enchanted daggers and swords.
The two sides shot at each other in the halls and corridors, and engaged in hand-to-hand combat in one room after another. Rivers of blood flowed from the killings.
Suddenly, Griffith and the soldiers retreated. The wizards could finally take a breath. The abundant energy of the temple quickly replenished the magic power and bodies of Osidis and Medwin, and the accumulation of spellcasters in one era was unimaginably deep.
They recover faster than Griffith, and it won't take long for the ultimate weapon to kill all mortals.
Medwin laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Muggles, who else dares to challenge me!?"
Ossidis swept the long sleeves of his broad robe into the wind, and the power of the wand was like Optimus Prime: "You guys, don't even think about it!"
They were answered by the sound of wheels.
The artillerymen finally brought up the light infantry cannon. They set up the gun mount and pointed the black barrel at the pale caster.
"Load chain ammo!
"A volley of artillery fire!"
Amidst the huge sound of artillery, a group of light cannons sprayed out a large amount of smoke and fire.
The rotating cannonballs were like death's scythes, plowing paths of flesh and blood through the crowd! The hot solid iron balls rushed forward, causing flesh and blood to fly wherever they went.
The last resistance collapsed...
The tyrannical Medwin was shot through the head by Erza, and Osidis was chopped in two by Griffith. The grenadiers shot the fleeing wizards in the back, killing them one by one at the foot of the wall.
The precipitated caster crystals rolled everywhere.
"I want to see the Lord!
"I am the dictator's man, take me to see the Lord!"
Councilor Milovan Neville yelled frantically until a soldier rushed forward and hit him hard on the chin with the butt of his rifle, and then hit him on the lower abdomen.
The distinguished congressman immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees with a plop!
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A mysterious atmosphere hovers in the Arcane Council members' chamber.
Griffith left Erza alone and entered the meeting hall with him, letting the soldiers clear out everything.
The performance of the 10th Army was astonishing. The soldiers suffered heavy casualties, but they did not waver at all, fighting resolutely and calmly, as if today's fight had been rehearsed hundreds of times in their minds.
This controlled madness has been buried for a long time.
"A monster was born in this world..." Griffith whispered.
"Huh? Where?" Erza almost immediately entered a fighting stance.
"The monster has woken up," Griffith said with inexplicable calmness and melancholy, "I am right next to it, but I know very little...
"Now, it has woken up, feels thirsty and needs to drink blood."
They arrived at the top floor of the temple. They saw Yasol Ahan stumbling back to his committee seat and filling a glass of wine. His whole body began to tremble, trembling like a solitary bird in the cold wind.
"Sir, I thought you escaped~" Erza walked towards him with a smile, "Are you ready to resist? Please resist a little, it's boring to hit a target that can't move."
Yasol Ahan's fingers were trembling constantly, and his mind was getting weaker and weaker: "If I escape, you can fabricate evidence at will, right? Don't be proud, little girl, the magic is beyond your imagination."
"Then let me see it quickly."
Griffith followed closely and walked in. His sword was inserted into the scabbard, and blood was constantly pouring out. Yasol Ahan's eyes were fixed on the blood drops falling on the carpet, until the Lord came to him
A few steps away from him. His eyes became cloudy.
"What is your ultimate weapon? Where is it?"
"He has been promoted. Haha, this is actually true."
Yasol Yahan seemed to suddenly turn on a switch and let out a strange laugh, as if he had something in his mouth. The corners of his mouth and limbs began to twitch, and his eyes revealed madness, even when he spoke.
With a sinister, uncomfortable smile.
"Who is he?" Erza asked.
"Through the ancient ruins, the songs of elves awaken the ancient gods."
Yasol Ahan only said this. Then, he suddenly lost his vitality like a doll and just stared blankly in one direction outside the window.
"What is he looking at?"
At dusk, gray waterbirds hovered low on the Aiyu River, and a rising moon cast sparkling reflections on the water.
By this time, the gunfire in the temple had subsided, leaving only low wails echoing for a long time. The soldiers were dragging piles of corpses outside.
The moonlight reflected bright red, and the mist surged.
The blood moon was hanging above the diffuse fog. Griffith vaguely noticed an ominous ripple coming silently along the sparkling river under the moonlight, but before it was stirred up,
The ripples hit the shore, and the ripples have dissipated.
At first, this was unnoticeable, just an ordinary sight on a bloody day in Bijaland's thousand-year history.
Gradually, both Griffith and Erza noticed something was wrong, which seemed to be some kind of sign; however, it seemed to be very eye-catching. Compared with ordinary ripples, this ripple gave people a completely different impression in terms of movement.
.
Both strange and treacherous.
As the ripples disappeared on the stone embankment on the shore, a strange roar suddenly came from the sparkling water; it was a loud noise that had never been heard before, as if coming from the abyss of hell, high and high
The voice seemed to be mercilessly mocking any form of mercy.
Griffith drew his sword and put it against Yasol Ahan's throat:
"Say, what did you do?"
The committee member could no longer answer. He turned into ashes in front of the two of them, not even leaving his extraordinary characteristics.
At the same time, the induction of God's Hand became clearer and clearer. Different from the previous kind of pure aura that was free from all impurities and had infinite potential, a chaotic and powerful energy field was so close that it made people palpitate.
After a moment of confusion, Griffith seemed to understand the source of this power——
Aaron Lentilus——He is the ultimate weapon of the Arcane Council!?
Aaron seemed to have paid a heavy price for something, and was no longer even his original self. The summoning circle of the Arcane Council bound him and descended not far away.
The temple was shaking, it was roaring! Troops were running out of the building, ready to fight.
Griffith hurried to the window and looked towards the place where the breath was surging. Suddenly, the sky was penetrated by a torrent of blue and white light. The evening turned into day, and it was the first time Griffith saw such a dazzling light.
.The brilliance of God's Hand when fighting with all its strength cannot be compared to this.
Griffith was dizzy because of the bright light. He felt Erza grab him and quickly rushed out of the top floor of the temple and jumped down. The incredibly hot fire rolled behind the two of them.
The roaring footsteps are as heavy as pressing on the heart, making it hard to breathe every time. This kind of suffocation is the trembling rooted in the primitive human instinct. It is a sound that shakes the soul for a long time in the mind, and slowly,
Approach slowly.
"Disperse the whole army, and regroup in the nearby valley with squadrons as units!" Erza shouted in a penetrating voice, "Move lightly, without artillery!"
My ears were filled with footsteps and shouts, as well as the sounds of collisions and collapses.
Finally, Griffith saw the thing clearly. Under the night sky, the rock-like body that seemed to have existed for hundreds of millions of years reflected a faint dim metallic color under the light of the fire.
This is a huge and blasphemous monster that looks a bit like a mixture of humans, squids, and arthropod insects; its thick and ferocious chitin shell is covered with sharp horns, and every tentacle near its lower jaw and mouthparts seems to be alive.
. Its huge forelimbs have open claws and short deformed tentacles, and its hind limbs appear short and stout.
A cruel and vicious aura is emanating from the whole body, arousing indescribable echoes in the soul.
This was a hybrid creature, physically and spiritually more powerful than any creature Griffith had ever come into contact with. Its size was astonishing, like a mountain, moving slowly and unstoppably through the town.
Fires ignited in Valen City and the Arcane Temple, dyeing the sky red. Occasionally flashes of lightning penetrated the sky from the ground, and rubble rained down on the sky.
Its appearance is accompanied by unstoppable destruction, far surpassing the concept of hybrid body.
"That day, the ancient god did appear, but the night was too dark and I couldn't see him clearly. Everything was shrouded in darkness, and a strange and unknown feeling came over me...
"It is bigger than all the creatures that humans have seen in all history. It is so big that it seems that the ancient gods did not create the world, but the ancient gods themselves are a world.
"That kind of light is hotter than magma and dazzling than the sun. It cannot be produced by living things..."
At this moment, Griffith remembered the words of Pepperanchi - the ancient gods summoned by those crazy scholars using the "Dead Sea Script" in the city-state of Anok in the eastern continent.
He remembered every word of Pepperanchi, as if the conversation that day was imprinted on his soul. When he faced the creature in front of him, he couldn't do anything else except chant and praise.
"Griffith, attack it?" Erza shook his shoulders, "Hey, hey, hey! Are you still there?"
It was so huge that it almost became the embodiment of the word incredible. The earth was shaking, and the air was filled with an indescribable, almost divine aura that eclipsed all existence.
Could all this have been determined long ago? Whose will is it?
Griffith watched as the monster's back, which almost occupied the entire field of vision, sank into the river little by little, heading towards the city of Beyeland.