Chapter 595 Your enemy is me, Krista Alicia!

"Ah, what a bloody battle!"

Griffith saw a very bloody and cruel scene in a trance. In another world, two armies fought with amazing courage and madness. This scene was as real as if it was happening before his eyes.

Griffith suddenly woke up.

Where is this?

The biting cold wind whistled over the ruined walls and dead trees. The cold ground was covered with thick carpets. There were several elegant tents not far away, set up beside the ancient city wall. There were blazing fires on the winding path around the mountain.

Burning brazier.

Ah, Watch Keep, the road to the main entrance? I retraced my steps...

The last world was Neopolis. Griffith couldn't kill the painter in front of him. After chatting with him for a few words, the "melancholy Salorian" suddenly went crazy. Then, just for a moment

, he entered reincarnation again.

It must have been sniped by Salorian or a shadow. Well, Erza's shadow is more likely. Griffith took away the initiative in the world on July 20, 1444, and then in Homon.

Watts received a shot of Tears of the Luna, and Salorian was probably frightened as well. At first, um...

In the words of the King of Mystery, block the birth point!

"A traveler who travels through time, space and planes has a certain mentality, which is very interesting..."

Griffith was arranging equipment and talking to himself:

"Because he knows the history of the past, when a time traveler looks back, he will naturally want to make the most of it; this will give him an absolute advantage in calculation and layout, and he will feel a sense of satisfaction and predictability.

“In the world of July 20th, I am in this state:

"With rich intelligence and a full understanding of the consequences of my actions, I can take bold risks. Even the architect of the world was almost defeated.

"However, the problem is that I relied too much on my own experience and forgot the truth that the world is universally connected. The intelligence advantage brought by traveling through time and space is not absolute. The actions of the time traveler have changed history and even given us a sense of omnipotence.

, can redeem all regrets and tragic illusions in the past. Eventually, these actions will trigger a chain reaction in reality. New and greater crises will be created.

"I knew the answer in advance and got full marks on the test paper, but I forgot that I was not the one who actually solved the problem; when the next test paper was handed out, my true colors were revealed.

"This is the opportunism of time-travelers, well, we need to criticize it."

Griffith muttered to himself. He could vaguely feel that his mental state had become unstable due to the continuous retracement and the distorted will of contact with the virtual world. He had become excited and impulsive, but his thinking was also more active.

,sensitive.

At the same time, his status continued to decline, and he even retreated from a law breaker to a barrier breaker!

"Hahahahahaha! That's it!" The unstable Griffith hugged a dead tree and banged his head with his head. While knocking, he was happy for his discovery:

"It can be seen that the end of 'Loser Eats Dust' is already in sight. If we look back again, Griffith will completely lose his extraordinary characteristics, and Salorian will win the final victory."

There was sudden movement around me...

Griffith turned around with a sound, subconsciously pulled out Judgment Point and pointed it in the direction of the movement. With just a flick of his index finger, he could use the loaded lead bullet... to kill Sonia with one shot...

The countess in a woolen cloak stood five steps away, looking at Griffith.

She just went out for a walk to get some air, and overheard her knight talking to himself. When she got closer, she saw him banging his head against a tree like a woodpecker.

The cold wind of the winter night blew the dead leaves on the ground, curling around their feet. The Countess' cherry-red lips opened slightly, the thick hood slipped down, and the tips of her pale golden hair were flying in the snow.

.

She slowly raised her right hand, pointed with her slender index finger between the tip of her eyebrow and the outer canthus of her eye, and made two circles about one finger back.

When people have a headache, they press the acupuncture points there; or if they think someone has intellectual problems, it probably stems from that.

"Sonia, that's enough, my head is fine!" Griffith shouted with a smile, "I was just talking to myself!"

"Really?" The Countess expressed disbelief, "Then you are preparing a play for the Frost Festival? Oh! It's a stand-up comedy! Invented by Chevalier Roland!"

Meeting Sonia, Griffith's mood improved.

"Don't believe it, I am Griffith from two years in the future. Salorian wants to destroy the world and turn everyone into tentacle monsters, and he is chasing me!"

"Even if it's a drama, the professor's choreography is wrong," Sonia quickly criticized him, "Let's change the character~"

Griffith waved his hand: "You in the future, ask me to bring you a message——

"Every morning, I think that you will come, and at night, I will remember that you have been here."

Sonia's face suddenly turned red.

She even shook her whole body, covered her mouth and took two steps back, leaning on the stone wall behind her to avoid falling.

"Can I say such shameful words in the future?" Sonia looked at Griffith with wide eyes, "Then, you, Griffith, you will return to your own world later.

?"

"Will do."

"Ah - it's okay, otherwise how can I behave..." The countess' face was about to burst into heat. However, when she thought about it, she suddenly felt that it was so interesting.

"Tell me, my husband, oh, my knight, what do you need me to do for you?" Sonia held her head high, and the smile and shyness on her face disappeared.

Ah? Is this code so effective? Griffith was overjoyed: "First, let's go find Galadia!"

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During winter camping in 1443, Griffith and everyone were attacked by goblins.

Now it seems that goblins, like living corpses, orcs, hybrid experimental subjects and the sea monster Shadow Devourer, are all part of Salorian's plan. With the goal of ascending to become the ultimate Shoggoth, he used his life to

A series of crazy alchemical studies were conducted on the subject.

Just tonight, a group of Goblins will attack the students of Minerva under the leadership of Brownie. This cannot be an accident. Winter camping is a regular activity, and the Goblins infiltrated the watch fort without triggering the alarm.

, Homemon Watts briefly lost control during the attack, which would have been impossible without deliberate arrangements from the top.

There are various signs that the driving force behind the scenes is Salorian. He has the authority to promote the incident and is also the biggest beneficiary. Aaron, the son of prophecy, is Tiberion's favorite, and his status and value in the human magic world are equal to Canaan.

of Galadia. He will take the opportunity to enter the ruins of the Whispering Forest. Whether this action is due to his own judgment or Salorian's guidance, Aaron will briefly break away from Tiberion's management, slipping a step towards darkness and loss of control.

.

This is the core logic of Salorian's plan - the hidden dangers of magic were covered up by Beyelan and Canaan, but they have not disappeared; as long as the key figures in the magic world are induced and pushed out of control, the magic will be covered up.

Sooner or later, the danger will be exposed and become the public enemy of the whole world!

This layout is almost an unstoppable conspiracy.

At the same time, Salorian is not only an active sponsor of the industrial innovation brought by Roland, but also the "hermit" behind the Confederate Industrial Consortium. The war between Verona and Odessa will intensify the disputes and conflicts in the world.

The turbulence exhausted Beyeland's strength. The operations in front of and behind the scenes are just waiting for the accumulation of crises. The doomsday clock is moving towards the final end. Under the inevitable wave of the times, the old rule is destined to collapse, and the new civilization has not yet been stabilized. The old and the new are not yet stable.

At the turn of events, it was the final ascension that Salorian had dreamed of.

But, will it really satisfy him?

Griffith heard the commotion. The moment he returned to the lounge with Sonia, the memory of the past attacked him again.

A dozen brownie elves in capes were pushing the cart around the corner and trudging towards this side. They were wearing brown labor uniforms and pushing the cart with difficulty.

Oh, it turns out there is this detail... In order to avoid being exposed prematurely, Brownies and Goblins sneaked in from several different routes. After converging, they went around to the outer wall of the castle to launch an attack. The sound of weapons could easily expose them.

Therefore, the equipment was put in a cart through the main entrance and then distributed to the ambushing goblins.

"Sonia," Griffith put the verdict and ammunition into the countess's hand, "This is a gunpowder-triggered weapon. Aim accurately, pull the trigger and fire, pointing the gun at the enemy."

The girl was shocked. At the same time, she was keenly aware of the unspeakable ominousness.

"This is?"

The knight and the girl faced a dozen skinny, rickety creatures on a long and windy mountain road.

"Good evening, No. 2887," Griffith pressed his sword with his left hand, raised his right hand, and tapped his helmet lightly, "Mr. Brownigosla."

Sonia heard a suppressed sigh. Then Brownie, the leader, shouted:

"Do it."

Soon enough, a dozen brownies in the cart pulled off the cloaks covering their heads and faces, revealing dark green wrinkled skin and black-yellow fangs. They pulled out a handful of shining sharp knives from their arms, with ferocious expressions on their faces.

The ground swarmed up.

"They're goblins!"

As soon as Sonia saw the enemy's appearance clearly, Griffith drew his sword and chopped down a piece of it. The sharp blade was wrapped with thunder and lightning, crackling among the incoming goblins.

In just one encounter, more than a dozen goblins were torn into pieces. The stunned Gosila had no time to escape, and was grabbed by the neck.

"Where is the person who brought you in?" Griffith asked, "What is hidden in the ruins of the Whispering Forest?"

A burst of incredible surprise and fear flashed in the eyes of the short Brownie. All the plans and lives of him and his compatriots have been tightly strangled by invisible hands.

"Here..." Brownie foamed at the mouth and muttered. A bottle of thick black potion appeared in his hand.

Griffith twisted it hard and hurriedly threw the dead Brownie out.

Almost at the same time, densely packed goblins emerged from the ruins on both sides of the road. Almost all of them rushed towards the two people at the intersection with their bare hands.

The one running at the front looked like a goblin shaman. It picked up the medicine bottle in Gothra's hand, raised it above its head and roared, and was about to throw it at Griffith.
To be continued...