The twisted mummy suddenly twitched. It jumped up like a stick insect, and its slender hands suddenly stabbed into the ankle of a nearby soldier like a spear.
"ah--!"
Screams echoed in the silent morning. The calves of the soldiers who screamed quickly shriveled up like tomatoes that had been squeezed out of their juice.
Griffith rushed forward, swung his long sword and struck at the arm of the mummy. Before he could cut it off with his sword, Amber arrived first and swept the left arm of the mummy with his kick, and the thin arm was broken immediately.
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Griffith's long sword struck the mummy's right arm, but it didn't break in one blow. A huge shock bounced back, and his right hand was numb from the shock, as if a sword had struck a rock and couldn't penetrate.
When it reached one centimeter, a gap appeared in the blade.
One of the arms inserted into the soldier's ankle was cut off, but the other hand grabbed the soldier's calf. The mummy bounced up like an insect, grabbing the soldier and jumping towards the corner.
The moment the mummy landed on the ground, a golden flash of light hit him. Amber swung his knife at the mummy's arm, and the hard bones of his hand were immediately broken at the wrist, and pieces of dark brown flesh fell from the break.
The skin of the mummy, which has absorbed some flesh and blood, is changing from dead gray to a strange dark red. The dry body and limbs are slightly swollen, and meridians, blood vessels and muscles appear again. It is supported by its legs and severed hands, crawling like a beast
land.
The shriveled, hairless head of the living corpse began to swell and squirm, and a mass of wrinkled tissue grew out of the back of the brain, or a brain without a skull covering it.
Although the arm had been cut off, the living corpse didn't care, as if the arm was just a useless decoration, and opened its mouth to bite Amber right in front of him.
"Click!"
The upper and lower jaws of the living corpse hit each other hard, shattering the teeth and facial bones. A golden light penetrated the lower jaw of the living corpse from bottom to top. Amidst the crackling sound of bones cracking, the living corpse flew up.
Amber had already jumped to the living corpse's side. She raised her knee and hit the living corpse's lower back, then waved her hand and slashed down the throat.
"Bang!"
The living corpse that had just sucked flesh and blood was crushed by the shining vibration, split into several pieces and fell to the ground. The sound of breaking and the sickening "pop" sound filled the ears.
Although Amber did not show her full potential on the Equinox, the combos at this moment were like flowing water. Griffith thought about it in his mind and felt that if the two of them started fighting, he would probably not be able to defeat her.
"The trap just now activated this monster," Amber smoothed her flying blond hair, "but this guy is very weak, and it can't even be counted as a warm-up. Griffith, you are good in all aspects, but your attack power is insufficient.
"
"boom!"
At the same time that the living corpse was destroyed, a violent roar came from the big house. Strong vibrations spread along the floor and walls, as if the place would collapse at any time.
The vibration was accompanied by a wave of cathartic energy, and a wild surge of magic energy was colliding. The stationed mages should take action.
Griffith and Amber left the study and searched for the location of the violent roar. They turned a corner and faced a man in strange religious uniforms rushing toward them. Griffith's subconscious shield swept him away.
Dropped to the ground.
"Cultists?" Amber glanced at them, "Are they the same group from before?"
"Not sure, he is very weak, not an Extraordinary." Griffith quickly tied the hands and feet of the cultist and conducted a brief search.
This person, let's call him a human, is described as extremely withered, his eyes are lifeless, saliva is flowing from the corners of his mouth that cannot be closed, his skin is powdery gray, his abdomen is bulging, and traces of his ribs can be clearly seen on his extremely thin chest.
, is no better than the living corpse that just appeared, as if his vitality and vitality have been sacrificed to his gods.
He was almost naked, only wearing a religious uniform. The black coarse linen clothes were painted with blood on the upward stairs, which looked like the sphere of the sun and a bunch of twisted lines of unknown objects.
"I'll interrogate you later, let's go!"
Griffith knocked the cultist unconscious and threw him aside, and continued to move forward. Soon, they encountered another panicked cultist, who was also weak and had a red pattern painted on the black cloth uniform. The difference was this
My painting skills are a bit poor, the pattern of the sun is drawn like a square, and the strange threads are completely different.
They should have drawn the pattern based on some kind of vision that came to mind. This means that the existence they believe in is probably really hidden and powerful, and is plotting something.
After passing through layers of corridors and scattered rooms, the two quickly arrived at the main hall of the mansion. It was very spacious, and the first and second floors were connected by marble stairs.
In the center of the hall stood a tall and burly figure, who was the cult apostle Griffith had met before. In front of him, Master Connix was holding a wand and had been forced to retreat to a corner of the hall. The apostle was holding a wand in his hand.
A heavy hammer makes the wind blow when you swing it.
He was chasing the garrisoned mage. The terrifying attack caused splashes of gravel on the ground and created a huge depression, which was as shocking as the stone bullets falling from a siege trebuchet.
"Don't come over here!" Connix saw Griffiths walking through the passage and shouted to them hurriedly, "This weirdo is extremely powerful, and you will die if you fight in close combat."
As the resident mage spoke, he took out a jar of brown dust crystals and swayed them around, while touching a pendant on his chest with his wand.
Dark sludge surged up on the marble floor near him, and a swamp-like putrid smell and gloomy atmosphere filled the air. Before Griffith and Amber could go up to help, the sludge had spread to every corner of the hall, covering both of them.
People blocked the passage.
The apostle's feet immediately sank, sinking deeper and deeper as if he were standing in a real swamp. The more his burly body struggled, the deeper he became stuck in the quagmire and unable to move.
Connix used the preset accessories and dust crystals to immediately complete the generation of the control effect. He chanted quickly without stopping, and powerful magic power gathered on the wand, even in the face of the second lieutenant who had easily defeated Griffith.
And the sergeant major’s monsters can still be dealt with easily:
"You have tyrannical life and fierce power, but what the hell, after all, you are an insect that cannot touch the mystery of magic and the origin of the world.
"Inferior species that cannot win the favor of magic will be in vain no matter how hard they struggle.
“Recall the irresistible truth of the world with the burning embers of life——
"Tremble under the control and terror of magic!!"
The air gave off a sharp whistling that almost shattered the eardrums, and accompanied by a frightening sense of oppression, Connix threw the wind blade at the apostle. The shrill and crazy wind pressure cut through his thick neck like a sickle, and chopped off his head.
The resolute and stiff head flew out, hit the wall, then bounced back, rolling around on the mud.
This terrifying man who had been pierced by several spears and still stood still did not even touch the hem of the garrisoned mage's clothes. His burly and strong body was stiff in place, like a collapsed city wall, slowly and unstoppably falling backwards
Go down.
"boom!"
Large amounts of mud splashed on the ground, and the mansion occupied by the cultists trembled, with dust and rubble falling.
"Oh, if you were a spellbreaker with high resistance, I might still be a little wary," Connix's face flushed with mental exhaustion, "In the end, magic is the master of this world.
"
He drank a bottle of vitality potion and shouted to Griffith and the others, who were still blocked by a large area of silt, "Spread out and search here. They should be hiding some sealed artifact or ritual."
The lethality of the spellcaster was so terrifying! Griffith didn't want to miss any detail in front of him and carefully examined the battlefield.
The professors at Homemonworth are indeed powerful, but they are scholars who focus on research, and many of them have never even engaged in real fighting.
Connix's situation is different. As a Sequence 7, he serves as the garrison mage in an important area like Neopolis Island. As expected, he has a way of doing things. When facing the cult apostles with overwhelming power and vitality, he relies on
Accessories with preset effects first quickly cast a large-area movement control effect, restricting the apostles' movements and keeping their distance, and then quickly chanted a spell to form a highly lethal blow to resolve the battle without any delay.
During the battle in the Mage Tower, Griffith's multiple armor-piercing spears could not knock down the enemy, but Conix easily did it with a magic spell.
What should I do if I face such an enemy alone? He will definitely restrict my movements, and then use long-range strikes to repeatedly consume me. Even if I have high-resistance HP, it will be difficult for me to persist until his mental energy is exhausted.
He couldn't even withstand the initial attack.
Griffith was lost in thought and ignored Amber's gentle reminder.
The quagmire at Connix's feet gradually dissipated, and the smooth marble floor was revealed again. It was unimaginable that a few seconds ago this was a swamp that people could fall into.
He held the wand and came to the severed head, looking at the cross section of the wound and the black blood spilled on the ground.
"Is this a human or a puppet?" Connix murmured, then raised his head and looked in the direction of Griffith, "Apprentice Knight, you'd better come..."
Before he finished speaking, his body was suddenly dragged to the ground, and his head hit the floor hard.
"Stop him!"
A familiar exclamation sounded in Connix's ears while he was dizzy. He saw a headless black shadow riding on him, and fists falling like meteorites and wind pressure filled his entire field of vision.
"Boom!"
Amidst the roaring sound, a layer of shield was shattered instantly. The headless apostle pressed the face of the stationed mage with his huge palm, put his thumb into the eye socket, and pressed down with all his strength.
"Bang!"
The flying skull fragments, brain matter, and eyeballs with nerves splashed onto the faces of Amber and Griffith, who were running towards the stationed mage.