Chapter 38 The unstoppable Griffith will throw seven thunderous strikes today
The horse's hooves trampled across the ground, like rolling thunder, which struck straight into the heart.
The horse's violent acceleration almost threw Griffith off the horse.
He broke through the smoke like a storm, his whole body trembling with the rhythm of the horse's hooves.
In addition to the solemn and focused mood, a long-lost surging pride goes straight into the bone marrow, trembling and resonating in the heart:
"Got you, cultists!
"This blow spells your doom,
"My iron hoof will punish you!"
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A female archer on the outermost side suddenly saw a knight emerging from the smoke. She screamed and at the same time bent her bow and fired an arrow.
Griffith's breastplate made a muffled sound. The sharp arrow hit the tilted breastplate and flew out.
Without even looking, Griffith grabbed the buckler with his left hand and swept it towards the female shooter's face with the sprint of his war horse. He didn't even use force, the sharp edge of the buckler cut open the shooter's face and cut it open.
Half of her head and ponytail flew off.
He put away the round shield, and the blood thorn had been flattened, pointed directly at one of the most threatening wizards, and stabbed him head-on.
The cultist wizard who was attacked still had an expression of disbelief on his face.
The blood spines accurately penetrated his eye sockets and penetrated the back of his head during the high-speed impact. However, there was no usual blockage on the lance. Instead, it bent slightly, and then suddenly bounced up, flying the entire skull away.
"two."
Medicius suddenly found that he was very close to the Lancers, and one of his fellow casters not far away had been killed. He chanted a spell quickly, and several sharp ice picks immediately rose up, blocking his path.
ahead.
Griffith held the horse spear in his hand and swung it like a sword. The sharp edge cut through the hard ice pick and cut off the sharp tip instantly.
The ice spikes in front of Medicius turned into harmless and funny icicles in the blink of an eye. Before he could utter the next spell, the armored cavalry was already riding over.
"No!" Seeing that he was about to be run over by iron hoofs, Phil hurriedly bit his fingers open and drew simple magic patterns in the air.
The horse's hooves crushed the icicles, knocked Medicius down before he could scream, and then ran him over.
At this moment, a jerky blocking force came from the horse's hooves, and Griffith saw a layer of pale golden halo suddenly appear, protecting the wizard.
Is it the same type of ability as my soul contract? What's the use of it?
The psychic ripples clearly linked the shield to a nearby woman. She must be another part of the contract. How naive to be so close.
Griffith flipped his right hand, and Ma Shan had already adjusted the angle and posture in his hand, and stabbed the beautiful woman who was one of the parties to the contract.
The horse penis penetrated from the mouth of Phil, who was still chanting, and penetrated her throat. Griffith tore her neck to pieces with just one move, then withdrew his strength and pulled out the horse penis towards another fleeing enemy.
He swung it away and tore off half of his shoulder.
"Phil!" Medicius, who was seriously injured, looked at it with eyes wide open. Before he could make up his mind for revenge, the light shield on his body was gone. The galloping armored cavalry tilted its horse and turned rapidly.
"Protect Medicius!"
Hidden Reef came over with a melee team. The fanatics ran at the front and shouted anxiously.
Griffith was turning rapidly. He pulled out a throwing spear from the side of the saddle, turned his hand and threw it at Medicius. The spear stab made a sound of tearing through the air with the speed of the horse.
Medicius tore open a scroll in despair. His figure immediately became void. Throwing a spear through the shadow, his true body was nowhere to be seen.
"Don't let him escape!" shouted another wizard, "stop him."
Griffith's razor-sharp gaze swept across the entire scene, and the strange light on the blood thorn in his hand fluctuated continuously. He slammed his lance on the ground, and an invisible impact swept over him.
The casters present suddenly felt nauseated and suffocated, accompanied by a severe headache. Medicius's figure immediately appeared not far away, and he knelt on the ground with a look of dejection.
"Destroy the demon? His lance has the power to dispel magic within a range!" Medicius shouted desperately.
Griffith's stallion arrived in an instant, thrust it into his throat, and cut off his head.
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The members of the reef and melee groups were stunned.
The sudden armored cavalry has ravaged the back row of wizards and archers. Half of the only four spellcasters have been killed, and the head of the team leader is rolling around on the ground. Wherever the Beyelan fine armor goes,
The wind blows the waves of wheat? The momentum is like breaking bamboo.
The person who was attacked was not without protection and magic spells, but under the attack of that terrible lance? The armor and defense were gone, and anyone who was hit would either die or be injured.
"Up!" Reef roared fiercely. But before the melee group around him dispersed completely, Griffiths had already arrived on horseback. He held a horse spear and stabbed towards Reef with his shoulder.
The sharp eight-edged spear pierced the flesh and blood of the reef, cutting off his shoulder blades. The force of the impact rebounded, and an ordinary lance would have been broken on the spot. But Ma Li's wood was extremely flexible, and during the impact, it would have been broken.
It instantly bends into an arc, and the power is released to both ends.
There was a tremor in Griffith's hand, and the stabbed shield warrior in front of him had been thrown away by the horse and fell to the ground helplessly.
Griffith, who was armed with armor and man, ran headlong into the chaotic crowd, wielding a blood thorn and swept away. The flesh and blood of the cultists that were touched by the sword flew everywhere, and another warrior with a two-handed sword was killed on the spot.
The surviving wizard and Jurgen looked at each other, and the two began to chant unspeakable spells crazily.
There were patches of mud on the ground near Griffith, and even muddy palms stretched out from it, grabbing at the horses' hooves.
Without stopping, Griffith drove his horse away from the two cultists, threw his muddy palms behind him, and galloped away into the smoke.
In the first round of charge, 5 cultists were killed and 15 remained.
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"Gather together!" Reef shouted, "Protect the caster! The defense team moves closer to me!"
Except for those who were killed on the spot, several injured people struggled to take out potions and bandages, while others ran towards the only two spellcasters from all directions.
This armored cavalry will definitely attack the caster who can restrict his movement first. As long as his route is blocked, things will turn around.
After a while, the rapid horse hooves struck the ground again.
Griffith emerged from the smoke again, but instead of rushing toward the crowd of wizards and Jürgen, he ran over a running giant axe.
"Why me!?" The giant axeman shouted, "Lord Reef, save me!"
"Hold still, don't move!" Reef shouted through gritted teeth, "Don't get into his rhythm, stick to the caster."
As soon as he finished speaking, Griffith stabbed him directly with the giant axe.
The giant axe-hand was carried away by the elastic pole, but he was still alive on the spot. He rolled several times on the ground and used his last breath to cry out to others for help.
"help me."
Griffith had already run over with his horse, and the horse's hoof stepped into the hole in the chest and came out. The giant axeman hung on the horse's hoof and was carried ten steps away, with slices of lungs and intestines spilled all over it.
land.
Several women among the cultists vomited on the spot, and others also had sad expressions.
"Stay steady, no matter what happens, don't disperse." Reef growled, "Ranged group, attack him."
Griffith led the war horse to kick in place and threw the body hanging on the horse's legs. Four arrows shot at him, nailing into the breastplate and vest, making a dull sound.
"Attack, don't stop!" The cultists holding melee weapons shouted, and the remaining wizards and Jurgen also began to chant.
Griffith turned the horse's head and launched an attack towards the flank of the cultist. He raised the vanguard shield beside the saddle, and several roars rang out in the air, and a series of dense sounds came from the shield like hailstones.
He retracted his horse's shaft, turned over his hand and took out his throwing spear, then galloped forward and threw it towards the crowd of archers who were bending their bows and shooting rapidly.
"Bang!"
An archer who was firing rapidly was hit by a spear. It penetrated from the left shoulder, penetrated through the right chest, and directly smashed into the crowd behind him, almost breaking into two pieces.
The splattered blood and organs covered the faces of the nearby cultists. A melee assassin screamed wildly and rushed forward. He rolled towards the galloping armored cavalry and struck the horse's legs with two bloody daggers.
Chop it.
His skills were extremely agile, and his determination was far superior to others. However, the blow came to a halt just a few feet away from the horse's leg. An extremely cold air swept through his body and froze him. The blood spines followed closely.
Then, it stabbed into the eye socket and passed through the brain.
Griffith passed by and disappeared into the smoke again.
Second charge. 8 cultists have been killed and 12 remain.
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"No, it can't be done! If we continue to fight like this, we will all die here!"
"His spear skills are very good. He specializes in finding soft places to stab!"
The cultists were already in chaos. Many people were screaming crazily, while others were wiping blood and meat on their faces and giggling.
In a very short period of time, 2 spellcasters, 3 shooters, 2 warriors and 1 assassin were killed, and the brutal and cunning armored cavalry hid in the mist again.
"We can't disperse, we can't disperse." The reef and the remaining wizard were sweating anxiously, "We must surround him."
Joerg lowered his head, ignored his teammates, and had no idea what he was singing.
"Lord Reef, launch an attack," the defensive deputy Angus said suddenly. "Leave the wizard's safety to me. I want to use the power gifted by the Creator."
I don't know how long it took, but before everyone present could sort out the chaos, the terrifying sound of horse hooves came from the smoke again.
Reef gritted his teeth: "Okay, everyone will attack with all our strength, Angus, the back row protection depends on you."
Griffith appeared in the blurry vision again. As soon as he appeared, fireballs, bows, arrows, and flying knives all hit him head and face.
He only felt his shoulders sink, and a piece of shoulder armor was lifted off. There was also a heavy blow and pain on the chest armor.
The cultists' long-range attackers have spread out and are attacking him from all directions.
Griffith's goal was very clear. The spellcaster hiding behind must be killed first. He relied on his spear, heavy armor and fast horse to rush towards the wizard.
The cultists' formation has dispersed, everyone is attacking, and the shield-wielding guards have also surrounded them and tried to intercept them.
At the same time, he felt a powerful airflow blocking his movements and slowing him down. This was the result of the wizard's determination. Although Griffith had magic resistance and blood thorns, he was completely exempt from the effects or
It's also difficult to activate in quick succession.
You are very determined, but without the defense of the shield guard, you are the next target.
Griffith took out his throwing spear and threw it towards the wizard as he passed the edge of the cultists' team.
"Boom!"
A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of the unmanned wizard. Angus actually flashed for a distance, appeared out of thin air on the path of the spear, and used his shield to catch the inevitable blow. The spear penetrated the shield and pierced him.
His chest was even bent in the violent impact.
"He's used up his throwing spear!" Hidden Reef became more energetic, "Attack and kill him!"
A good idea, deliberately creating the illusion of a random charge, and using the shield guard's hidden special ability to block me when I attacked the wizard, consuming my last shot.
However, this plan must be based on the fact that I have no other remote attack methods.
Griffith's burning gaze immediately locked onto the last wizard. The power of the black horn necklace had been activated. A roaring mountain monster phantom appeared behind him, and surging anger and power poured into his body.
The next attack will deal double damage.
Anjiao saw in despair that a sharp and brutal ice spear had taken shape in the hands of the armored cavalry. The terrifying aura that made people dare not look directly materialized behind him, locking the wizard who was about to avoid the crowd.
"Stop his shot!"
It was too late, Griffith's maneuverability was unparalleled. He had already used the speed of his horse to complete a detour, opened a gap in the crowd and threw it at the wizard with all his strength. The fierce wind pressure brushed against Angus's desperate pursuit.
His head exploded with a shrill scream behind him. Hot blood splashed onto his face.
The Last Wizard did not escape Griffith's hands after all.
A scream that undoubtedly sounded like a prophecy of doom to the ears of the cultists. The strong wind that had blocked Griffith had also dissipated.
"The only wizards who can control his actions have been wiped out. Nothing can be done. I will retreat first," Jürgen said in a low voice, "Armor Knight Griffith, I remember you, and I will definitely take you away next time.
life."
As soon as he finished speaking, some of the accessories on his body shone with illusory light and disappeared without a trace like foam on the seashore.
The third charge. 9 cultists have been killed, 1 escaped, and 10 remain.
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The fanatics and others were running around the battlefield like crazy. The plan was completely messed up.
Their team was able to fight back and forth with the armored cavalry at first, but suddenly the target turned into a puddle of mud, and the real body appeared from the smoke. Both speed, strength and technology were greatly improved. In the blink of an eye,
It shattered their defenses and killed the team leaders and key members to pieces.
Even the mysterious Jurgen fled despite the punishment of his Creator.
After a brief calm, Griffith burst out of the smoke for the fourth time, and the remaining ten people were in a mess. After each impact, he quickly left, dived into the smoke to hide, and then relied on his horse speed to impact again.
Defend weak angles.
Angus, the defensive deputy who fought bravely in the previous battle, was killed first. He had already been injured in the chest, and was targeted before he could recover. He was shot before he could even hide under the cover of his teammates.
Transparent.
"Fight him!" Yin Ci shouted, flying forward with his men.
What ferocious cultists! Aren’t they afraid and discouraged?
Griffith was a little shocked, as if the cultists were determined to fight to the last man.
A sharp knife pierced the mail on his thigh, almost causing him to fall off his horse. His breastplate was filled with arrows, and he was scurrying like a porcupine.
Griffith resisted the pain and threw it with an ice gun that had not dissipated. Not far away, a shooter who was aiming at him was shot through the stomach and flew backwards. He then pulled out his long sword and aimed at a person facing him.
The warrior who was trying to pull him off his horse struck him head-on. The sword blade split the warrior's helmet, broke into two pieces with a bang, and embedded itself in the warrior's head.
The blood thorn in his hand is screaming crazily, reveling in the rich sacrifice.
Manic, cruel, and violent thoughts began to pour into Griffith's brain one after another, driving him to trample the corpses on the ground, return to massacre the young soldiers who were still guarding the entrance, burn the civilians on the mountain to death, and then throw away the beauty.
The mysterious Alandel indulges in humiliation.
"What are you waiting for? Why are you still dawdling! With such power, who else dares to stand in front of you?"
Griffith felt that he was losing a lot of blood. The dense attacks of the cultists had left him with more than a dozen wounds. The blood of the enemies killed in the battle was continuing to heal him, but gradually, he found that this little healing was not enough.
I can no longer satisfy myself.
Need more, more blood and strength!
Xuethorn's voice had turned into a muddy whisper, tempting him to completely let go of himself and accept this weapon.
"What are you hesitating about? After all, it is a mortal body, and with the blessing of my power, it has almost reached its limit!"
Bloodthorn's whispers are endless: "You will be killed. Although you have severely injured these cultists, they also have their own gods watching. You must be the one who is exhausted and dies in the end!"
"Accept me quickly, accept me!"
"There's no time left!"
Griffith's brain was already a little fuzzy. The unstoppable impact of him and his war horse knocked over a shooter, who was trampled to pieces in an instant. However, other cultists finally caught up with him and surrounded him, using various weapons to attack him.
The war horse under its crotch was also covered in bruises. It raised its front hooves high and stood up, throwing Griffith away.
"Bang!"
Griffith fell heavily to the ground.
This hit him hard enough. When he got up with difficulty, the blood-stained weapon fell to the ground unwillingly, making a trembling buzzing sound.
The war horse rushed out of the crowd, lowered its head and bit the blood thorn on the ground, raised its four hooves, took the cavalry shield as the vanguard, and fled towards Cang Yue Mountain like flying.
"Hey! Wait!" Griffith only had time to stretch out his hand, unable to stop the escaping horse.
His physical and mental strength had been greatly consumed in the previous battle, and he could no longer hold on.
This was good, he was left alone on the bloody battlefield. Not only did he lose his main weapon, shield and horse, he was also troubled by waves of dizziness.
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The remaining seven cultists surrounded him.
They were holding giant axes, daggers, and daggers, with fierce looks on their faces, and a hint of joy at finally seeing hope in their eyes.
"Finally, finally dismounted," Yin Ci's face was cut with a deep gash, looking particularly ferocious.
They also have 2 shield guards, 1 archer, 2 warriors and 2 assassins.
Griffiths shook his body and got up from the ground, tidied his armor, picked up the fallen helmet and put it on again, barely showing a smile:
"Then, ladies and gentlemen, let's start the fifth round. I wish you all good luck."
A long sword of ice condensed in his hand, and Griffith greeted the enemy with a saber and ice sword in hand.
"kill!!!"
A shield guard took the lead in attacking and slammed into him with his shield.
Griffith dodged to the side to avoid his impact, his saber deflected the short ax in the shield guard's hand, and stabbed him in the chin with the ice sword.
A burst of sharp pain almost tore Griffith's back. Two assassins had already come around behind him and stabbed him twice unceremoniously. The reef also took over from the fallen shield guard, pressing down like a mountain.
Griffith turned around and struck an assassin on the neck with his sword. The ice sword and saber were crossed and locked, and he swung towards the reef to block his attack. He exerted force with both hands. Only one layer of the assassin's head was left.
The skin and flesh were connected to the body, and the shield pressed against the reef and fell.
"Kill!" A warrior swung his sword and struck the ice sword, splitting it into pieces of ice.
"He is dying! Kill him!"
An archer in the distance shouted loudly, and then an arrow shot diagonally through the breastplate and into Griffith's shoulder, almost nailing his throat.
Griffith's eyes flashed fiercely, and he swung his saber down to suppress the warrior's sword. He drew out the corrupted feather sword with his left hand and stabbed him in the eye socket.
"Uh, woo~"
The soldier almost widened his other eye in disbelief and slowly fell back.
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"Hoo, ho—"
Everyone is gasping for air.
The previous confrontation added three more bodies to the ground.
However, the cultists are still determined to fight.
Then let’s fight!
Griffith threw away his helmet. In the previous battle, someone hit him hard on the head with a hammer. If he hadn't been wearing a fine iron helmet, he would have been knocked down.
Blood covered half of his face, mixed with sweat and rough breath, making it difficult for him to discern his direction.
"He is no longer good, kill him!"
The cultists swarmed again.
Griffith's right hand holding the sword pressed down, and immediately there was a burst of freezing air that froze the three people around him. He took out the medicine bottle and smashed it downwards, then turned and rushed towards the last archer.
The last archer was an agile woman. She didn't panic when she saw Griffith rushing towards him. At the last moment, she shot an arrow, which penetrated his shoulder. Then she quickly rolled to the right, dropped the bow and arrow, and drew out her short knife to stab him.
Come.
At the same time, Hidden Thorn somehow managed to break free from the restraint of deceleration and rushed to his side, forming a pincer attack.
Griffith gave the archer a sword, but the four daggers of the two men also stabbed him.
"Woo——!"
The severe pain almost knocked him to the ground.
But the reckoning was triggered. Griffith swung his saber and corrupted sword with lightning speed.
The saber and ice chopped half of the shooter's face into pieces.
Yu Feng's sword was wrapped in violent shadow damage and smashed Yin Qi's belly, and blood and flesh flew everywhere!
Hidden Thorn, who succeeded in the sneak attack, was not dead on the spot. He was slashed and let out heart-piercing screams. His body suddenly turned into shadows, and he held two short knives and danced like a storm.
Griffith only felt the flash of swords and shadows around him, and the flames splashed on his breastplate. In an instant, he was covered with cuts and bruises from this series of attacks.
The terrifying attack lasted for several seconds and suddenly ended. The Hidden Thorn lost all life like a gray wax figure and fell backwards, muttering to himself: "It was almost done."
The smoke had dissipated, and the only ones still standing were Griffith, Reef, and another warrior. They looked at each other, but made no move.
"Gudong!"
Griffith took out a bottle of life potion and drank it. His armor and body were injured in more than a dozen places, and blood had accumulated in his boots. Even if he drank the life potion now, it would only stop the bleeding and heal, and his physical strength and energy would be reduced.
Failure cannot be solved.
"ah--!"
The remaining warrior roared in despair and rushed forward, slashing at Griffith with all his strength. But he had lost his mentality, and the sword deflected to the vital point and was easily dodged, and then the corrupted feather sword pierced him.
's throat.
Anjiao watched as his companion's body fell to the ground with a plop, dropped the shield in his hand, took off a horse-killing sword from his back and walked slowly over.
"I didn't expect you to be so powerful. Twenty people against one person actually reached this stage." The aura of the reef became steady and powerful, and he approached slowly.
"You are also very tough." Griffith stood on the spot with dual weapons. The blood and injuries allowed him to open only one eye. "Why do you have to fight to this point? If it were ordinary people, they should have fled long ago."
"The Creator's will is absolute," Reef whispered, "We are going to fight you here, and your tragedy has long been doomed."
Griffith's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he raised the saber in his hand above his head. Reef also stepped forward quickly, raised his horse sword and struck Griffith down with it.
Griffith did not dodge, but used his saber to block the epee. At the moment when the swords crossed each other, Reef could not help but feel ecstatic in his heart.
If you succeed, your saber will be cut into two pieces by my sword, and then your shoulders and ribs!
As soon as the idea came to mind, Reef suddenly saw Griffith's saber tilting downwards. Instead of resisting with his sword, he used the curved blade to deflect Reef's attack towards his right shoulder.
Before Reef could yell something bad, Griffith had already stepped forward, throwing the edge of Reef's sword and all its strength away from his right shoulder.
"Pfft!"
The corrupted feather sword pierced Reef's chest, and then the saber passed across his neck, taking away all his life.
Griffith supported the enemy's body like an old friend and let him fall slowly.