Chapter 36 The fully-armed apprentice knight picks up the old business again
Medicius, the leader of the cultist gang, waved his magic wand, and a violent wave of energy appeared twenty meters in front of him. The core of the energy was a white cyclone three meters above the ground, and all the city defense troops near the cyclone
They were all pulled and twisted by invisible forces, and were dragged bit by bit towards the center of the cyclone.
The cultist mages following him also began to chant, and they cooperated with each other to summon violent winds and rolling flames. The resisters wherever they went were broken like wheat harvested by a scythe.
A brave mixed team of city defense troops, police, and militiamen were torn to pieces by the violent magical power in less than a minute. They were no match for the weird cultists.
Medicius glanced at the mess on the ground with disgust, and said to a cultist beside him: "Dean, confirm the queen's position again. Binx and Anton, start the final rituals."
Not far away from him, Hidden Reef, Hidden Thorn and other cultists were holding swords to inflict blows on the surviving rebels. Although there were only twenty of them, they had already wiped out several groups of Hepu Town.
armed and refugees.
"Medicius, the infected bodies alone cannot attack the entrance," Phil observed the situation, "Another wave of infected bodies has been annihilated."
"It doesn't matter," the mysterious warlock Jürgen suddenly appeared, "as long as the queen arrives there, the aboriginal defenses will naturally collapse. We just need to maintain the ritual and let the queen listen to the call of the Creator."
"Dinner is about to be served," Reef patted his shield, "Let everyone prepare for battle. This is the last ritual. We must stick to it."
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Hepu Town has been completely shrouded in tragedy and blood.
When Griffith withdrew to Cangyue Mountain, the defenders, including the young soldiers, had already retreated to the mountainside to resist the raging zombies. All the tourists on the mountain saw the terrifying monsters coming in like a tide.
The refugees who had nowhere to escape were torn apart. The scene became a mess, and the evacuation efficiency became extremely low.
The remaining Extraordinaries must immediately join in the blocking battle and cover the civilians' escape from the back hill. With more and more living corpses, the defense line composed of the city defense army, young soldiers, militiamen and Extraordinaries is in danger.
The situation is very bad. Elodie's figure has appeared in the distance, slowly but unstoppably approaching Cangyue Mountain under the constraints of the cultists' rituals. More and more ordinary people who mistakenly enter the infection range are transformed into living corpses.
gathered around her.
While returning to the memorial committee halfway up the mountain, Griffith heard a clear voice. The people around him were unaware of it, as if the voice was only whispering to him.
"Calm down, you have to calm down, Griffith."
This is an extremely clear whisper.
"It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal, Griffith."
"Who are you?"
"My name is 'Blood Thorn', a sacred weapon that implies destruction and victory, a spear of blood and death thorns. I have been waiting for this day for a long time?" The strange whisper has a calming magic? Let the anxious and nervous Gerry
Faith gradually calmed down, "Will you join me on the battlefield? Make the world tremble with your unstoppable heroic appearance?"
"You will be watched and protected by the stars, and you will become stronger than anyone else? Take me and go on a killing spree!
"Now, calm down? Bring blood and screams our way."
The sound comes from the deep inner chamber? The sealed artifact kept by the Alandel family has finally been activated.
It's a mess here. If it weren't for the corpse tide that would fall into chaos and stagnation every once in a while, Cangyue Mountain would have been overwhelmed by monsters.
Second Lieutenant Skoltz also came from Holy Grace Church and went to the front line with a few local low-level Extraordinaries. After several consecutive shots? Their trebuchet could no longer operate.
"Are we giving up here? Everyone," Alandel said, "The rituals of the cultists have been moved to the foot of the mountain. The zombie tide will move again soon. Do we have to retreat to a higher place? Stop them from crossing near the altar where Hanami pays homage.
The top of the mountain.”
Her appearance and voice calmed the chaotic scene a little, and soon her attendants also joined in the organizational work. The chaotic evacuation was in motion again.
Miss Alandale came to Griffith and led him to a stable.
"Sir Griffith? We have discovered that a ritual under the mountain is providing mental interference as long as it exists? Will Elodie continue to be affected by the evil will? It will be extremely difficult to stop her?
"This ritual is driven by the spiritual energy of twenty cultists. Killing or dispersing the nearby cultists will stop its operation. During this period, others will try to block Elodie and the zombie tide, but they will not be able to hold on for too long.
Long.
"Our strength is stretched thin, and our defense lines are retreating steadily. Apart from you, we can no longer mobilize more strength to destroy the cultists' rituals. Moreover, it is difficult for us to break through the obstruction of so many monsters and return to the vicinity of the ritual. Okay.
The news is that an army of monsters is following Elodie, and there are almost none near the ceremony."
"Got it," Griffith simply responded, "Horse, give me a horse."
Only by assaulting the ceremony at the foot of the mountain and destroying it can Elodie's actions be stopped. Otherwise, no matter how many layers of defense lines there are, they will eventually be overwhelmed before the extraordinary ones arrive.
The final time is coming.
Griffith suppressed his concern for Elodie and tried hard to cover up distracting thoughts.
The attendants of the big families in Hepu Town filed in. They carried brand-new mails, breastplates, helmets and vests. Steward Salis also brought a majestic war horse.
This tall black horse is extremely majestic. Its powerful limbs and torso make it obvious at a glance that it contains amazing endurance and explosive power. It stood there quietly, watching Griffith, and reacted to the commotion not far away.
Indifferent to the screams.
Griffith caressed the neck and back of the war horse, as if caressing a lover reunited after a long separation. Amber beside him suddenly felt a feeling of envy and unwillingness.
The war horse turned its head towards Griffith, snorted, and kicked its front hooves.
Griffith, who had always been highly nervous, worried and excited, calmed down and spoke in a calm and soothing tone, as if what he was about to do was just a trivial matter.
"Armor."
The attendants immediately presented the equipment in their hands. Butler Salas opened his mouth to introduce it, but could not say a word.
Griffith refused their help, put on the mail armor skillfully, buckled the gauntlets on himself slowly, tightened the belt and tied his arms, leaned over and put on the greaves and tightened them, and moved a little to make sure they were just right.
.Just a few simple movements, the breath is calm and restrained, but it gives people an insurmountable weight like a mountain.
Amber was a little dazed for a moment. She had seen powerful and wise wizards, knew mysterious and unpredictable demon hunters, and had eliminated many chaotic and crazy monsters. However, the scene in front of her had never been seen before.
Griffith put on his breastplate over his mail, buckled the belts under his arms and waist, inserted his dagger and short sword into his leg pouches and inside his greaves, and hung a saber and a long sword on his waist.
Every move he makes is extremely focused, as if what he is about to do is a business, solemn and dignified; it is also some kind of art, flowing with cruel beauty, but it has nothing to do with the safety of the people he cares about.
In front of Amber and Alandale, Griffith personally put on the vest on the horse, fixed the saddle, hung the gun bag and cavalry shield on both sides of the saddle, and got on the horse. The waiters around him were supposed to help, but they seemed to be manipulated by someone.
I'm so overwhelmed that I don't know what to do.
"Lance."
Griffith called out softly. The waiters hurriedly fetched the willow box containing the terrifying sealed object and held it high beside the armored cavalry.
The moment the lid of the box was opened, the lost murmurs and ominousness of the sealed object lingered in the stable. Griffith turned a blind eye and took it, pulled away the black rope, and raised the gun to his shoulder.
Everyone present exclaimed in amazement.
The strange and dangerous horse seemed to leap into his hands.
The blood thorns that were freed from their restraints were making a strange sound. This was the first time for everyone to see such a beautiful weapon. The blade seemed to have been soaked by a cold spring, and the crystal purple color was intoxicating.
The waiters present even had the urge to snatch and take possession of such a beautiful weapon. Soon, this impulse turned into reality, making them ready to take action.
The sadness and solemnity in Griffith's eyes and all distracting thoughts disappeared like smoke, his breath and emotions were all restrained, and only the chill of chill swept around him. The waiters who were just about to move had never experienced such a momentum, and their whole bodies
He suffocated and retreated with lowered eyebrows.
"Arandel, let your people light smoke near the altar, but don't take action. Can you do it?"
Griffith's tone was not harsh, but it carried an irresistible majesty. He was merging with the temperament of the sealed object, transforming into some kind of existence that the simple islanders had never known.
Amber had never seen such momentum before, and couldn't help but take a step back under the suppressed breath.
"We still have some people surviving at the foot of the mountain. They can provide assistance. Is there anything else you need?" the incomparably beautiful Miss Alandel asked softly. The entourage around her had already stepped down without any instructions.
Griffith's tone was gentle and smooth, and he rode out without looking back, "You guys hold the line of defense, I'll handle the ceremony."
Griffith was fully armed and was about to launch an attack in his long-lost armored cavalry posture. He was obviously riding a single horse across the corpse tide to attack twenty cultists, but it was as if he was just going to declare the enemy's inescapable doom.
"Your will means we must act." Alandel responded softly, "Please wait a moment."
The bright and charming girl took off the ribbon from her waist and wrapped it behind the sword. Her movements were elegant and charming, as if she was seeing off her lover who was leaving for battle.
"Although the Bloodthorn will drink blood to its heart's content, being prepared can avoid slipping."