Blood tax

Chapter 100 The fully-armed apprentice knight picks up the old business again
Medicius, the leader of the cult group, waved his wand, and a mass of violently fluctuating energy appeared 20 meters in front of him.The core of the energy is a white cyclone three meters above the ground. All the city defense forces near the cyclone are pulled and twisted by invisible forces, and are dragged towards the center of the cyclone little by little.

The cult mages who followed him also began to chant, and they cooperated to summon gusts of wind and billowing flames.Wherever they go, the resisters are torn apart like wheat harvested by a scythe.

A group of brave mixed teams of city defense troops, police, and militiamen were torn to pieces by the violent magic power in less than a minute, and they were no match for the weird cultists at all.

Medihues glanced at the mess in disgust, and said to a cultist beside him: "Dean, confirm the queen's position again. Binks and Anton, start the final ritual."

Not far from him, Reef, Hidden Thorn, and other cultists were slashing the surviving rebels with swords in hand.Although their number is only 20, they have eliminated several groups of armed forces and refugees in Hepu Town.

"Medishus, the infected body alone can't attack the entrance," Phil observed the situation. "Another wave of infected bodies was annihilated."

"It doesn't matter," the mysterious warlock Jorgen suddenly appeared. "As long as the queen arrives there, the defense line of the aborigines will naturally collapse. We just need to maintain the ceremony and let the queen listen to the call of the creator."

"Dinner is about to be served," Reef patted his big shield. "Get everyone ready for battle. This is the final ceremony, and you must stick to it."

……

Hepu Town has been completely shrouded in misery and blood.

When Griffith retreated to Cang Yue Mountain, the guards, including the young soldiers, had already retreated to the vicinity of the mountainside to resist the raging corpses.The tourists on the mountain all saw the terrifying monsters rushing in like a tide, and watched the refugees with nowhere to escape being torn apart.The scene was a mess, and the evacuation efficiency became extremely low.

The remaining Beyonders must immediately throw themselves into the blocking battle, covering the civilians to escape from the back mountain.There were more and more living corpses, and the defense line composed of the city defense army, young soldiers, militiamen, and Beyonders was in jeopardy.

The situation is very bad.The figure of Iloti had already appeared in the distance, slowly but unstoppably approaching Cangyue Mountain under the shackles of the cult ritual.More and more ordinary people who strayed into the infection range were converted into living corpses and gathered around her.

While returning to the memorial committee halfway up the mountain, Griffith heard a clear voice.The people around him were unaware, as if voices were only whispering to him.

"Calm down, you have to calm down, Griffith."

It was a whisper of unmistakable clarity.

"It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal, Griffith."

"who are you?"

"My name is 'Bloodthorn,' which implies the holy artifact of destruction and victory, the spear of blood and thorns of death, I've been waiting for this day for a long time," the strange whisper, with its calming magic, made the anxious and nervous Gerry Faith gradually calmed down, "You will come to the battlefield with me, and make the world tremble with your unstoppable heroism,
"You will be watched and protected by the stars, you will become stronger than anyone else, take me and go kill!

"Now, calm down and bring blood and grief our way."

The voice came from the deep inner room, and the sealed artifact kept by the Arendelle family was finally activated.

It was a mess here. If it weren't for the fact that the corpse tide would fall into chaos and stagnation every once in a while, Cangyue Mountain would have long been submerged by monsters.

Second Lieutenant Scholz also came from Holy Grace Church, and went to the front line with a few local low-level Beyonders.After several consecutive shots, their trebuchets were no longer functioning.

"It's giving up here, everyone," Arendelle said. "The cult's ritual has moved down the mountain, and the corpse tide will soon move again. We must retreat higher and stop them from crossing near the altar of Hanami's homage. the top of the mountain."

Her appearance and voice calmed the chaotic scene, and soon, her attendants joined the organization.The chaotic evacuation is working again.

Miss Arendelle came to Griffith and led him to a stable.

"Lord Griffith, we found that a ritual appearing under the mountain is providing mental interference. As long as it exists, Iloti will continue to be affected by the evil will, and it will be extremely difficult to stop her,

"This ritual is powered by the psionic energy of twenty cultists, and it can be stopped by destroying or dispersing the nearby cultists. During this time, the others will try to block the Iloti and the corpse tide, but they won't last too long. Long.

"Our strength is stretched, and our defenses are losing ground. Apart from you, we can't mobilize any more power to destroy the cult's ritual, and it is difficult for us to break through the blocking of so many monsters and detour to the vicinity of the ritual. Okay. The news is that the monster army is following Iloti, and there is little near the ceremony."

"Got it," Griffith responded simply. "Horse, give me a horse."

Only by assaulting the ritual under the mountain and destroying it can Ilotti's actions be stopped. Otherwise, no matter how many layers of defense lines will eventually be submerged before the superhumans arrive.

The last time is coming.

Griffith suppressed his concern for Iloti and tried to cover up the distracting thoughts.

The attendants of the big family in Hepu Town filed in.They carry brand new mail, breastplates, helmets and vests.Butler Salas also brought a majestic warhorse.

This tall dark horse is incomparably strong, with powerful limbs and torso, one can see at a glance that it contains amazing endurance and explosive power.It stood there quietly, watching Griffith, indifferent to the commotion and screams not far away.

Griffith caressed the neck and back of the war horse, as if caressing a long-lost lover.On the side, Amber suddenly felt a sense of envy and unwillingness.

The warhorse turned and snorted at Griffith, kicking its front hooves.

Griffith, who had always been highly nervous, worried and excited, calmed down, his tone calm and soothing, as if all he was about to do was a trivial matter.

"Armor."

The attendants immediately put on the equipment in their hands.Butler Salles opened his mouth to introduce, but he couldn't say a word.

Griffith refused their help, put on the mail skillfully, buckled the gauntlet for himself, tightened the belt to tie the arm, leaned over and put on the greaves to tighten, and moved a little to make sure it was just right. .Just a few simple movements, the breath is also quiet and restrained, but it gives people a thick and insurmountable like a mountain.

Amber looked a little lost for a while.She has seen powerful and wise wizards, knows mysterious and unpredictable witchers, and has killed many chaotic and crazy monsters.However, she had never seen the scene before her.

Griffith draped his breastplate over his mail, buckled his armpits and waist belts, inserted daggers and short swords into his leg pockets and the inside of his greaves, and hung a saber and a long sword from his waist.

His every move is extremely focused, as if what he is about to do is a business, solemn and dignified; it is also a 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 Umber and Arendelle, Griffith personally put the vest on the warhorse, fixed the saddle, and hung the spear bag and cavalry shield on both sides of the saddle, and turned on the horse.The waiters beside them should have helped the leader, but they seemed to be caught by some kind of momentum and didn't know what to do.

"Riding a gun."

Griffith hummed softly.The waiters hurriedly fetched the willow box containing the terrifying sealed item, and held it high beside the armored cavalry.

At the moment when the lid of the box was opened, the lost babble and ominous words of the sealed item lingered in the stable.Griffith turned a blind eye, took it, pulled the black rope, and raised the gun to his shoulder.

The people present were amazed.

The strange and dangerous horse lance seemed to leap into his hands.

The blood thorns, who were freed from their shackles, were making a strange sound.This is the first time everyone has seen such a beautiful weapon. The lance seems to be soaked by the cold spring, and the crystal purple color is fascinating.

The waiters present even had an urge to snatch and take such a beautiful weapon for themselves.Soon, this impulse turned into reality, making them eager to move.

The sadness, solemnity and all distracting thoughts in Griffith's eyes dissipated like smoke, his breath and emotions were all restrained, and there was only a chilling look around him.The waiters, who were just about to move, had never experienced such a momentum before, suffocated their bodies, and retreated with low eyebrows.

"Arendelle, have your men light up the smoke near the altar, but don't shoot. Can it be done?"

Griffith's tone is not severe, but with irresistible majesty, he is merging with the temperament of the sealed artifact, transforming into some kind of existence that the simple islanders have never known.

Amber had never seen such an aura, and he couldn't help but take a step back under the suppressed breath.

"We still have some survivors at the foot of the mountain, and they can provide assistance. Is there anything else you need?" The beautiful and unparalleled Miss Arendelle asked softly.The entourage beside her had already stepped down without any instructions.

Griffith's tone was gentle and smooth, and he walked out without looking back, "You defend the line, I will handle the ceremony."

Griffith was fully armed, and he was about to attack in his long-lost armored riding posture.It was obvious that he rode alone over the corpse tide to attack twenty cultists, but it seemed as if he was just declaring the inevitable doomsday for the enemy.

"Your will is our action." Arendelle replied softly, "Please wait a moment."

The bright and attractive girl untied the ribbon around her waist and wrapped it around the lance.Her movements are graceful and charming, like seeing off a lover who is out.

"Although blood thorns will drink blood, they can avoid slippery hands if they are prepared."

(End of this chapter)