The boy who had defeated the man fell to the ground on his back, blood gurgling from the wound on his chest.
Have you killed him? Kill him! No matter what kind of monster he is, his body should only be that of a first-year magician.
Don't be careless, you still don't know what trump card he has... Griffith was lying on the ground, his ears on the ground, listening to see if Aaron, who was close at hand, still had a heartbeat.
He heard nothing.
But don't be careless. Aaron is possessed by some kind of terrible existence, and may even have been transformed into some kind of unspeakable existence.
In addition to corrupting the user's mind and corroding his body, black magic can often greatly increase vitality, quickly heal injuries with an inhuman power, and even maintain immortality under fatal wounds. Griffith has fallen from the fallen
The vampire baron has the same type of abilities.
"I only have the last rune left. I can't waste it. I have to cut off his head!" Griffith took out Karius's ax, got close to Aaron, and chopped it towards his throat.
"clang!"
The ax blade hit the ground hard, causing a splash of sparks. In Griffith's horrified eyes, Aaron, who must have been fatally injured, flew up and avoided the ax blade hitting his throat.
No, no, he didn't fly by himself! Behind Aaron, a mature and beautiful blond woman appeared. Her appearance was somewhat similar to Aaron's. Her figure was illusory, but she easily lifted the unconscious Aaron.
Pick it up.
What is this!? A ghost?
The blonde woman was beautiful and strong, but her brows were filled with solemn hatred and determination. Without saying a word, she punched the trainee knight on the head.
"Freeze—nova!" Griffith's hair stood on end in horror as he screamed at this incomprehensible scene.
The powerful power of the runes was activated in an instant, and an extremely cold ice storm roared towards the woman who was close at hand!
Not only did the extremely cold ice energy not touch the ethereal woman, but it was dispersed by the thunderous uppercut without any hindrance.
What! How could it be possible? He is immune to magic!?
"Boom!"
Griffith was hit hard on the forehead. He even heard the cracking sound of his helmet and his skull, and flew to one side until he hit the steps leading to the upper level and rolled over.
Aaron had woken up from his coma, and the corners of his cold mouth were slightly raised, "You should be proud of yourself for being able to push me to this extent, bug!"
It hurts so much...ah, so disgusting, I want to vomit... Griffith's mouth was bitter, severe pain and dizziness surged out of his mind. His helmet had flown to an unknown place, and his body was like a ship that had landed on the beach.
Like a fish, it struggled desperately to escape.
Why!? Why isn't he dead? Oh no, it doesn't matter whether he is dead or not. Where did this ghost-like woman appear? Ah, my head hurts!
Aaron walked towards Griffith leisurely like an uncrowned king. The beautiful ghost woman floated beside him like a shadow, never leaving him.
Run! This is not an enemy I can defeat. I can't even understand it. Griffith struggled desperately.
But, my feet, I can’t stand up on my feet! After injuring my brain, is it so difficult to even move?
Griffith began to vomit violently. No matter how hard he tried, he could only drag his body along the steps, losing all feeling in his feet.
Aaron wiped the blood from his chest and watched the trainee knight struggling with a contemptuous smile. Suddenly, Griffith endured a severe headache, condensed new runes with all his strength, and froze ice around and behind him.
The runic energy completed his instructions efficiently. Aaron found that his feet were frozen to the cold ground as soon as he took a few steps.
"Hmm? This trick again?"
"Ha~ha!" Griffith desperately climbed up a few stairs, gradually opening the distance from Aaron. The extraordinary characteristics of the fallen vampire in his body were surging desperately, trying his best to heal the injury on his head.
"My body is so sluggish! Just a little more, as long as I get there! Just get there!" Griffith felt his head spurting blood, and the thick liquid had covered half of his face.
"My body is quite honest, Griffith. In the end, I crawled to the front of the Transformation Mirror." Aaron had already come to his side. "Take out the Philosopher's Stone from the mirror, and I can reduce your
pain."
Griffith gasped, looked up at Aaron, and struggled to press his hand on the mirror.
"Haha, hahaha, hahahahahaha!"
The desperate trainee knight suddenly laughed wildly, his torn cheek exposing his facial bones and teeth, and his crazy smile made even the most rotten mutant creatures shudder.
"Are you crazy?" Aaron spat in disgust, "Have you lost all your sanity when you don't have anything?"
"Hahahaha!" Griffith continued to laugh wildly,
"Okay, Aaron, I'll take it out right now!
"What was taken out of this teleportation mirror is,"
Aaron was stunned. He saw a thick cloud of ink-like smoke appear in the mirror, spinning and condensing rapidly, and something huge rushed out of the mirror. He couldn't help but take a step back, but it was already too late.
"What was taken out of this teleportation mirror was,
“Speed Wagon!!!!!”
"What-" Aaron's whole body was shaken, and he wanted to turn around and run away. The blond woman beside him also rushed forward and punched the racing carriage to protect him.
However, the huge horseless racing carriage passed over the head of Griffith who was lying on the ground and hit Aaron. Griffith, whose head had just stopped bleeding, screamed:
"It's too late, Aaron! It's impossible for you to escape! Let's crush you to death and grind you to a pulp!"
"boom--!"
A huge crash filled the entire hall. The carriage hit Aaron unstoppably, dragging a long trail of blood on the ground. Even the solid walls and columns of unknown materials trembled in the roar.
It took a while for the loud noise and flying debris to subside.
"It's done, it's finally successful!"
Griffith, who had barely recovered from some injuries, stood up and stepped on the twisted and flattened racing carriage. Cold sweat mixed with blood flowed down,
"Aaron, who was integrated with a strange existence, died in my hands. The Philosopher's Stone he was pursuing, huh, will soon be mine...
"Hmph, hahaha, I never expected that this adventure would end like this!
"With the Philosopher's Stone, I will gain the powerful power that even that person covets. At that time,
“The Philosopher’s Stone, its spell-breaking properties, hahaha, hahahaha, and the rune spell——!
"Hahahahaha! Now I have nothing to fear!"
Griffith laughed maniacally from time to time, and his whole body trembled.
"By the way, we need to confirm Aaron's body and extraordinary characteristics to see if there are any secrets! His memory is a priceless treasure."
Griffith stopped smiling, lowered his head and was about to take steps. But...
This, what's going on, my body is so sluggish.
No, it’s not slow, it’s just that I can’t move! I can’t move my body at all!
Ah, what is that!?
An illusory shadow emerged from under the destroyed racing carriage, gathering together like a puzzle to form the phantom of a complete racing carriage, locking onto Griffith and roaring towards him.
This is damage rebound——! Griffith understood in an instant.
"boom!"
Griffith was hit hard by the shadow of the illusory racing carriage and flew out, and the bones and internal organs in his body rang together like a carnival.
On the eve of coma, he saw the injured Aaron floating out from under the wreckage of the racing carriage. His body was wrapped in a layer of golden eggshell-like light, rising slowly, and then disappeared into the air.
Could this be Aaron's protection? No wonder, no wonder he could escape from that man. The powerful guardian spirit, the protection transferred when he was near death, actually had the ability to rebound damage!
Griffith suffered fractures all over his body and fainted.
…
I don't know how long it took before Griffith woke up from his coma and struggled desperately to get up.
Run! Don’t worry about the Philosopher’s Stone. How can I easily get something that Aaron doesn’t even dare to take directly?
Griffith, who barely recovered from his serious injury, took a sip of healing potion and ran away desperately.
Fatigue, hunger and coldness invaded his body. The long battle, blood loss, being seriously injured by the carriage and then delayed for a long time, the chaotic and ubiquitous murmurs and corrosion had turned into a horrifying roar in his ears.
My sanity should continue to be lost, is it too late? Is it still too late? I should have mutated into a chaotic monster long ago. Even if I escape alive, how much of a living person can I maintain?
Cold despair swept through Griffith's body. The fear and crisis in his heart became stronger and stronger. He transformed into a blood bat storm to avoid the mutated creatures gathering on the platform outside the tunnel, followed the map and ran towards the forest to escape.
However, his body seemed to be entangled with invisible threads, and some existence in the darkness had its eyes on him.
Griffith has stayed in the Whispering Forest for too long! The smell of living flesh and blood on his body has been noticed by many monsters. It's like a piece of steak sprinkled with black pepper wandering on the dining table all night.
It's time for dull diners to take notice.
After experiencing a series of fights and repeated serious injuries, even Shutoral's iron will and the vampire's powerful self-healing properties were on the verge of collapse.
Griffith, who relied on his powerful self-healing ability to recover from some injuries, ran and looked back at the ruins shrouded in black clouds from time to time. There must be many secrets and wealth hidden there, and even clues to the Philosopher's Stone are right in front of him. But
Griffith had lost all will to fight and fled out of the forest in panic like a bereaved dog.
Probably because of the continuous fighting, many of the mutated creatures at the edge of the Whispering Forest were wiped out. Griffith actually managed to escape to the edge of the forest this time.
His armor was completely thrown away, his clothes were in tatters, and his blood solidified again and again. Every part of his body was cold and painful, and he limped out of the forest.
Suddenly, he saw many illusory black shadows. They poured out from nowhere and gathered into huge indescribable monsters to chase him. The whispering in his ears had reached an almost roaring level, and even his field of vision was reduced to nothing more.
The next piece was a curtain of blood mixed with grayish brown.
The mutated creatures chasing him were getting closer and closer, and Griffith could already feel that they were mobilizing chaotic and evil magic power to prepare for action.
Not there yet? Not outside yet?
Suddenly, two soldiers wearing iron armor appeared not far away. They held torches and discovered the fleeing trainee knight.
"Quick! Come here quickly, we are here to rescue you!" the rescuer shouted loudly while waving his arms towards Griffith.
Griffith was filled with ecstasy, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace a little. At the same time, he shouted to the soldiers: "There are mutant creatures behind me, prepare to fight!"
"Quick! Come here quickly, we are here to rescue you!" The rescuers shouted to Griffith, opening their arms to welcome him.
Griffith suddenly turned around and ran off in another direction.
A strange feeling filled his heart. There was no joy of being rescued at all, only more intense fear. As Griffith ran, he turned back and shouted to them: "No.! Which part do you belong to!?"
"Hurry! Come here quickly, we are here to rescue you!" The rescuer waved his arms enthusiastically and shouted to him, repeating the words he just said.
When the human words fell into his ears, Griffith felt a chill down his spine and his hair stood on end. These soldiers did not have the markings of their units on their bodies, and their words were just repeating the same sentence over and over again.
Such a realistic phantom! Behind their warm arms and broad shoulders, I don’t know what terrible things are hidden.
"Quick! Come here quickly, we are here to save you!"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind, and two soldiers seemed to whisper in their ears, "Why are you running?"
Griffith was frightened out of his mind.
Instead of being left behind, the phantom from the mutant creature got closer.
It’s over, I’ve been caught up!
At this moment, a faint light appeared in the dark forest. Although the sun had not risen yet, the sky was already dimly lit. At the end of the almost endless darkness, a familiar feeling was caressing the trainee knight.
A soul riddled with holes.
"Griffith!"
Galadia, wearing a silver breastplate and a laurel wreath, appeared on the high ground not far away. She raised her long bow in the direction of Griffith, like a golden phoenix spreading its wings in her hands.
.
"For the military range attack spell, the artillery form is deployed, and the countdown is started.
"Additional prayer enhancement."
The elf's long hair is flying in the air, and her singing seems to be ready. The layers of magic circles are rotating around her with astonishing momentum. Blue, green and golden ball lightning looms around her. Fine gold arrows are pointed directly at her.
In the direction of Griffith, little rays of light gathered into dazzling starlight.
“The everlasting light that bestows kindness and shelter,
"Guardian of nature and balance,
“The guide on the endless journey,
"I identify the target of the arrow as the enemy of Starlight."
In the night sky in the far north, there is a star carrying irresistible pressure and power, echoing the elves' prayers.
Galadia's eyes became as pure as losing their emotions, as if they were incarnate into an indescribable existence and will walking on the ground. The air, light and dust were suddenly stopped, and they listened fearfully and respectfully to her bright and direct words that penetrated into the heart.
pray:
"Aiya E?rendil Elenion Ancalima! (Hail to the brightest star Elenion Ancalima!)"
Chaotic and ferocious roars came from behind Griffith. The illusion of the soldier disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by the overwhelming twisted aura that was grabbing the trainee knight's shoulders with their tentacles.
The air suddenly compressed. Sound and light were instantly deprived, as if a black hole swallowed everything. Then, pure brilliance bloomed, roaring into the darkness through Griffith's body.
The mutated monsters that had just been casting various vicious curses fell backwards, and the unstoppable silver light swept past them. No matter whether they were strong or weak, crazy or evil, they were all wiped out in the bright light.
Indescribable screams merged with the roar that swept across the earth, and the forest stubbornly occupied by darkness was purified by this light to create a smooth path. The darkness, poisonous insects and twisted plants entrenched here retreated in panic.
With the elimination of the shadow monster, Griffith's fear and despair were swept away, his whistling murmurs disappeared in an instant, and the world returned to its normal color. He stood on the quiet grass in a daze, looking at the elf girl.
Walked towards him lightly.
Hallucination? Is this an hallucination?
"Don't be afraid, Griffith," Galadia put away her glorious long bow, supported the trainee knight's body covered in blood and soil, and tilted her head towards him.
The pure and majestic eyes that had just swept across the darkness turned into concern and joy, and a sweet smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth. The silver morning light of dawn descended on the corrupted forest and sprinkled on Griffith's shoulders, and the comfortable cool breeze carried a light
The fragrance caresses the scarred soul.
The long battle with no end in sight finally disappeared together with the long darkness and endless filth, and the whole world became brighter.