Chapter 90: Okay, thats it. Lets take a look and see if theres no problem.
Chapter 584 Okay, that’s it. Check it out and sign if it’s OK. Write at the end——
"Join me and prevent the end of reincarnation," Salorian said. "This is the last chance I give you."
This is a lie!
According to Erza, Salorian's motive is to transform himself into the ultimate Shoggoth and be with Iletia. For this, Griffith can learn from the "Potion Preparation Notes" and past
Confirmed in the clues - Salorian has always been exploring the transformation and integration of different life forms.
The original intention of fighting against the end of reincarnation may be true, but it is more likely to avoid being swallowed by the void before or after becoming a Shoggoth. What's more, with the shadow copied by "Loser Eats Dust", Salorian
Griffith is not needed to implement his plan... It can even be said that at the current stage, Griffith, who has self-awareness, is an unstable factor.
So, why did Salorian say this? It concerns himself and the fate of the world. A big man with a high position as a dictator has no reason to take risks... Griffith and Erza exchanged glances quickly, almost at the same time.
Speculation.
"Before you came, I was just killed once."
"Oh, really?" Erza's eyes flashed with a smile, "It seems that Galadia's efforts to destroy the Lord of the Rings Minos were not in vain.
"Your Majesty the Dictator, Griffith and I are indeed at a disadvantage, but we are not in an irresistible situation. You still have two weaknesses."
Salorian and the two shadows were silent. Erza saw through the flaw in an instant:
"First, you are worried about the interference of the gods. The more desperate the hand of God is, the more powerful the intervention of the gods will be. The erosion of the Devourer of the Void is certainly dangerous, but the blessings sent down by our gods are no child's play!
"Second, you can't kill us easily in 'Loser Eats Dust'. There are rules in any field. I speculate that being killed in this field will lead to deeper levels or time and space. Only by triggering the rules, we will neither
will be annihilated, and the shadows will not really replace us. Their existence is limited in time and conditions..."
Before Erza could finish her words, Salorian's terrifying figure was already approaching. Griffith wanted to resist, but Erza's shadow struck from the side and broke his wrist with just one blow.
At the last moment, Griffith saw his own shadow raised to condemn, aiming...
"Boom!"
…
Violent reverberations hit the brain, and vague but close murmurs lingered in the ears.
who I am?
He tried to open his eyes, only to see the swords, guns and shields scattered on the ground. The moonlight filtered through the window and fell on the dark floor.
where am I?
A ball of fireworks suddenly strung up in front of my eyes, bursting out with a "bang", and the colorful fireworks lit up the night sky.
What am I doing?
Noisy noises echoed in my mind, like someone ringing the Vatican bell desperately in my ears. After a while, a clear voice came into my ears...
"Griffith!"
"Hey, wake up!"
The voice rose slightly, and a hand slapped his face.
Erza leaned over and shook Griffith anxiously, trying to wake him up. When there was no response, she found a glass of water from somewhere and poured it on Griffith's face.
"Ah, cough!"
Griffith struggled for a long time, with various chaotic feelings pressing on his chest like a mountain, and a splitting headache.
"I felt like a rifle was stuck into my head," Griffith pointed to his forehead. "It hurts so much."
"We were killed just once, and your memory of pain is that your head was blown by your own gun." Erza's face was also very pale, "By the way, I died miserably too.
"Salorian cannot directly erase our existence, but it can inflict pain and make us collapse."
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So where is this place?
Griffith staggered up. He looked out the window and saw the bustling market, with beautifully dressed people crowding the roads happily. The buildings here looked familiar, not Homemon Watts.
, which small town is it...
"This is Bremi Town?" Erza looked at it for a while and then understood, "Look there, on the other side of the sea, that is the outline of Sanssouci Palace."
"So, this is the celebration of the Summer Meeting!?" Griffith asked in surprise, "Can Salorian's domain really create time and space?"
"There must be restrictions!" Erlu pulled Griffith towards the door. "Whether traveling or creating time and space, you need an anchor point. Salorian may use his own memory or consciousness, or he may use
Sealed objects or psychic nodes to locate. In any case, it will be a matter of time before he and our shadows arrive here. We can’t stay, let’s check the environment first.”
It could be seen that this was a second-floor guest room in a small hotel. The room was well-furnished, with elegant carpets, a double bed, a wardrobe, a table and chairs, and a bathroom. The two of them pushed the door out and bumped into a burly man.
Tall.
"Griffith? Uh! You, Valkyrie!?"
The big man was startled by the two people pushing out the door. He jumped back like a mouse that stepped on a mousetrap and almost rolled down the railing on the second floor. Griffith took a closer look and saw that it was Lana.
.
This kid was wearing casual clothes, with a sword hanging on his waist. He was not wearing armor or a uniform.
"Rana? What are you doing here?"
"Ah, this...I..." The capable hussar blushed and was speechless, "What are you doing again?"
Just as she was talking, Fiona walked over from the corner of the corridor. When she saw Griffith, she was also surprised. Then, when she saw Erza beside her, she was shocked at first, and then her expression became even weirder.
"Gr, Li, Fe, Si~" the Countess asked word by word, "Who is she?"
"..."
…
Griffith quickly explained the situation. While he was giving a brief explanation, Erza was wary of her surroundings, and Fiona stared at the huntress with hostility. Lana was like a bear caught stealing honey.
Same, standing aside, smiling awkwardly from time to time.
"The world is going to be destroyed... I am the Hand of God... The key to victory or defeat lies...
"Salorian has become the consul, and he wants to turn us into puppets...
"Garadia is very dangerous. During our investigation, we fell into Salorian's domain, a time and space that is constantly switching..."
Fiona gave Lana a pen to take shorthand, and asked questions from time to time:
"This red-haired Miss Erza is the only person who enters the field to help you?"
"Is such that."
"She was your former squadron leader and one of the Hands of God?"
"Is such that."
"Then, you were teleported here?" Fiona asked, "Teleported to the suite of this Chestnut Carl Stew Hotel, and left at ten o'clock in the evening."
"I think your wording may cause misunderstanding..." Griffith glanced at Lana's shorthand and thought it could be modified.
"Just tell me, are you two coming out of the hotel room at ten o'clock in the evening?"
"Uh..." Griffith muttered for a while, then finally responded, "Yes, that's it."
"Okay, that's it," Fiona took the paper from Lana, who was smiling, and handed it to Griffith, "check it out and sign it, and write at the end -
"'I have read the above content and confirmed it is correct.'"