Blood tax

Chapter 310 Goffey, do you want to do it?Today, here it is!

The giant beast rubbed its head and staggered.It felt dizzy and wobbled, forgetting its purpose.

The shelling just now was the Orochi Cannon of the 603 Test Squadron, which came from the north, and it was impossible for the gunner to escape the enemy's pursuit... Griffith shook off the dust on his body, spat out the blood in his mouth, held the blood thorn tightly, and sent a message to the brave Tribute to comrades.

Strength, I want strength.

His will and spiritual energy were echoing, and waves of fluctuations were transmitted from his mind.Minos, Hanguang, and Bloodthorn answered his call.

Minos responded: "Mr. Hermit is not waiting for you. But you can too. There is a price to pay."

Hanguang was as indifferent as Sidious: "You're not good enough."

The lance in his hand hummed loudly: "The spear of blood and death thorns that hints at destruction and victory is ready."

The second seal of Bloodthorn was loosening, and a certain connection was established between it and the knight.

"Griffith, I watched, I waited, and I felt, at last, that you were here.

"We were betrayed, we were slaughtered, we were enslaved, we were imprisoned in the mists of oblivion,

"At last robbers and liars have dug their own graves, and the age of the lawbreakers shall come again,

"Liberate the power, pierce the illusion, let the casters be punished by reality, name our upcoming victory and drink, take me to kill!

"We're back on the battlefield!"

Griffith gained some special occult knowledge.The extraordinary power "Breaking the Army" that he has not yet mastered skillfully is resonating with the mysterious lance, lifting the seal that imprisoned it.Bloodthorn greedily asked for spiritual energy and blood, and slowly revealed its powerful power.

The psionic energy and blood scattered on the battlefield are imprisoned by it, gathering and strengthening its power like a whirlpool.Griffith felt the pulse, and the weapon in his hand was waking up like a living thing.

Some kind of astonishing power surged on the blood thorn.He needs to name this ability, and infuse it with psionic power to release its power in battle, so that he can project extraordinary power.

Griffith sighed softly.He has witnessed such a power before, and it is controlled by Galadia and Erza. This is a power that surpasses magic and extraordinary power, and it is a power that only a very small number of sealed items that have been completely liberated have.

He has found a way to sanction Beamon.

Right here, the ancient fierce beast, I want to pay back the debt of blood.There are also those gods who have not yet appeared, if you dare to come to the world, I will make you feel the power of mortals.

The blood thorn is charging, as long as it persists for a while, Griffith can use it.

Suddenly, there were bursts of crazy roars behind him.Hundreds of orcs and half-orcs were running across the battlefield.They pursued a group of retreating Bayeran soldiers, and some noticed Griffith and swarmed towards him.

The giant beast also got some kind of order, let out a roar of unwillingness, and grabbed the gravel again in the direction of Byelan's army.

Sudden changes disrupted Griffith's plan.Before he could unleash his newly acquired power, a horde of enemies jumped from all directions.The arrow hit his shoulder armor abruptly, and the half-orc stabbed him with an armor-piercing gun.

Griffith's right hand was shining, his left hand was bloody, and he bumped head-on into a strong orc warrior.The blood thorn pierced through the orc's heavy armor and muscles, and burst out from behind him, trembling with excitement.But another orc came up from behind, gave the quasi-knight a hammer, and knocked firmly on the helmet of the ruler.

The violent tinnitus was maddening, and the pounding on the back of the head made Griffith stagger as if drunk.The orc warrior who hit him succeeded in one blow, and he clenched the sledgehammer and swung it round again.

Griffith raised Hanguang in the dizzy dizziness, and stabbed towards the orc.Before the hammer fell, the sharp sword pierced the orc's throat, tearing open the flesh and windpipe, and sprayed Griffith's face with splashing blood.

The sword stabbed out, and Griffith immediately knelt down.He struggled to get up, wanted to see the battle situation around him, but the severe dizziness made him unable to stand still.The confusion and dizziness subsided a little, and Griffith didn't know if there were any friendly troops nearby, and if anyone could come to support him.However, he knew very well that in a chaotic battlefield, he must form a formation with his comrades as soon as possible to protect each other's backs.

He supported himself with his lance, half-kneeled and raised his sword, and shouted to the deserters running in the distance: "Come closer to me!"

In the chaos, no one responded. The legionnaires and believers of the religious order were in a mess, fleeing under the pursuit of the orcs. The soldiers were also in a mess and completely lost their organization.The call also summoned more enemies.The half-orc pikemen spotted the knight who was still resisting, and rushed forward in a swarm, stabbing him with dense spears.

"Boom!" The ice shield burst.Immediately afterwards, the shield of the Eagle Riding Medal was also blown up.On a chaotic battlefield, even shields can't last long.

At this moment, a silver whirlwind swept past the half-orc.They flew out one by one as if hit by an avalanche.

Brilliant golden light bloomed on the taupe field.

"Griffith, hold on, I'm coming!" Krista ran towards Griffith with her soft blond hair loose.She lost her helmet, and there were several bloodstains on her body, but like a ray of sunshine, the chaotic and bloody atmosphere gave way to it wherever she went.Accompanied by her words, the warm current wrapped Griffith, dispelling the pain and exhaustion, and the injuries and bleeding were rapidly healing.

The girl waved a silver chain, one end of which was tied with a thick book of prayers, on which were also tied eight rams of cold light, waving like a hurricane, sweeping left and right among a large group of enemies.

The half-orcs who were swept away by this murder weapon were beaten to pieces in a blink of an eye, and the dense crowd was forced to clear a path of broken blood.

Christa's figure crossed the dense battlefield, guarding beside the half-kneeling quasi-knight.

"Get up, Griffey!" The girl kicked him lightly, "As long as I live, you can only kneel to me, and you can't miss roses and candles."

Griffith was kicked in the calf and fell directly to the ground.He hurriedly struggled to get up, and glanced at the prayer book covered in fur and flesh.

"I declare in advance that it is wrong to use violence casually outside the battlefield. You can't beat me with this book in the future."

"Whoever wants to hit you with a prayer book, it's sacred! But, I understand what you mean," Krista said, throwing the holy book on the mud, gathering the flag in her left hand, Showing off the silver tip of the gun, "I will use violence solemnly!"

Bayeran's eagle banner instantly became a sharp spear.She pulled out the long sword and military flag at her waist and came behind Griffith.The two leaned their backs together, facing the orc army that was pouring in like a tide.

This is the Krista I am familiar with. Without the support of believers of the Holy Light, without the constraints of responsibilities, she can climb over walls and break formations. She belongs to the free Krista in my memory.The more she is a saint, the less she is a human.vice versa.The followers of the Holy Light were defeated, and she was much less restrained.Maybe, I can bring her back this way!

Understood, in short, it is enough to kill the thread of life and the holy light together, isn't it just two gods!

With a smile on his face, Griffith blocked the girl behind, grabbed the blood thorn and stuck it on the ground, shouting: "I want to attack that Beamon, its perception is very keen, is there any way to help me resist an attack? "

A mountain monster bumped into the horse-like riding spear head-on, and was stabbed on the spot by a hole and hung on the gun.A dense crowd of half-orcs jumped out from behind it, swinging machetes and maces at it.

Griffith swiped his sword, and the sharp lightsaber made a tearing sound in the flesh and blood, and three or four orcs were killed with one blow.

Several short guns came up from the sides, making a series of cracks on his breastplate.A javelin also caught the mail mail on his leg, failing to penetrate it, but nearly knocking him to the ground.

Krista suddenly took his arm and twirled him as if at a ball.She didn't use any force, and Griffith followed her steps tacitly.

Krista flashed out from behind him, slashed at the densely stabbed spear heads with her sword, and fell to the ground like pieces of wood falling in the sky.She turned around like a whirlwind, grabbed the military flag in her hand and swung it forward as a spear.

"Wow!"

The half-orcs let out a scream in unison. Some of them had their cheeks and eyes cut open by the gunpoint of the military flag, and they all retreated screaming.However, more enemies crowded up, leaving no room to breathe.

Griffith hit them with ice, but more orcs pounced on them in the short cooling gap.

Krista held back the swarming spear stabs, Griffith passed her by, and chopped towards the densely packed spear heads.Orcs are like waves, one wave comes back after another.The two spun and danced among the spears and swords, one resisted and the other counterattacked, and the enemies who fell under their swords piled up into mountains.The two are like a bonfire in the dark, attracting mad enemies to throw them into the flames, leaving dead ashes behind.

Their dance steps became more and more smooth and quick, and they even communicated with each other, knowing the next moment to swing the sword and alternate.Painful wailing and fighting cries were everywhere, and the enemies swept by the double swords and double guns fell on the gravel, shrinking their bodies and wailing.

Suddenly, the flood of attacks stopped.There was an earth-shattering cry from the orc army.

"Gron!"

"Gron!"

They were no match for the human heroes, and they began to call upon their own demigods for support.

The Behemoth turned back, it stared at Christa in the melee, and picked up a boulder.It felt a huge threat and oppression, and somehow realized that danger was coming.So, it raised its hands and legs, turned sideways, and the huge boulder was twisted and deformed in its hands, pulling it into a sharp shape like a spear.

Beamon poured mysterious power into the throw he was about to throw.Even the city will be wiped out in this blow!
"Geffe, do you want to do it?!" Krista witnessed the astonishing monsters and destruction approaching them, as if a bitter fate had come again.She held Griffith's hand tightly:

"Guffy, do you want to do it? Today, right here!"

Griffith responded with action.He put his sword back into its sheath, his breath suddenly subsided, and the turbulent bloody air stagnated, as if a lance soaked in cold springs roared with astonishing momentum.

Memories like a dream, lingering noisy atmosphere, today I finally want to cut off the omen of fate with my own hands.

Krista's azure blue eyes immediately restrained her panic.She raised her silver long sword high in the smoke, blood and flames, facing the mountain-like monster and the howling stone throwing.

"I'm ready, Griffey!"

The girl sang loudly, and the brilliance like the morning sun cast on the world.She does not pray to the outer gods, nor does she pray to the righteous gods, and recites unheard of honorable names that do not belong to this world——

"Gods not of past and present,

"Red and black rhythmic player,
"Your Majesty who guards promises and encounters,
"The listener who reversed the fate of the end!
"I will put on my armor and raise my sword, and I will protect this body until it falls. Please welcome us to the agreed place,
"Proclaim the end of the long gray age, for black hair and amber eyes,

"Go to the Promised Land! (Arco-iris)!"

It seems that on a snowy winter night, spring suddenly blooms, and irises bloom everywhere.The silver long sword turned into a shield of light as pure as lapis lazuli, as if even the power of the gods could not interfere.Behemoth's throwing spear was shattered in the strong wind, shattered into powder all over the sky, and went with the wind.

The behemoth was stunned.In the endless astonishment and shock, Griffith set up the bloodthorn and put it in a projection posture. The phantom of the mountain monster appeared behind him, wanting to bless this blow.Its power and phantom were suddenly swallowed by the swirling light, and it turned into a lightning-like red thunder along with the lance.

The characteristic of breaking the army is attached to the blood thorn, and has the power of long-distance projection.

There was a strong wind blowing from the direction of the mountains, carrying with it the shrieks and cries and wails of ghosts breaking and dying.The clouds passing across the sky turned into sharp shapes, and the sky was stained red with blood.In the dark, countless people heard the crowing and flapping of the falcon's wings, and then it swooped down towards the earth.

Behemoth trembled all over, flinching under the power he had never seen before.It witnessed the sharp lightning, and felt fear and trembling from the soul.

Be afraid, monster!This blow will wipe out all your shields, blessings, magic enhancements, healing spells, and even the gifts of the gods.

I'm going to beat you back to the monkey!

Griffith said silently in his heart, and then shouted, giving the weapon its real name:
"To the dead, to salute the dead (Morituri te salutant)!"

Griffith threw all his strength at Beamon.The blood thorn eliminated the entity, turned into a bolt of lightning, and made a blast that pierced the air, leaving layers of vortices that broke through the clouds.This blow is like opening up the world.

The extremely high level of law-breaking power descended in an instant.

Beamon wanted to escape, but it seemed to be in a boundless swamp, unable to move an inch.The solid ground that had supported it forever became an enemy, presenting it to the dreadful spear.The powerful coercion is clearly imprinted on its mind.

It knows in the dark that this will be a blow that breaks the mystery, ignores defenses, and is bound to hit.The monster under the gun will die!
The scream that tore through the world pierced through the air, like the lightning falling from the Milky Way, directly hitting the giant beast.Beamon let out a scream, and watched his left arm and shoulder being torn apart and shattered by the whirlpool of thunder, and the light burst out.

Its divine power, its self-healing, its fate evaporated between heaven and earth.

"Hiss - oops!"

On the battlefield of 10 people, all creatures raised their heads in panic.They heard an indescribable wail of terror, which was almost imprinted in their memory and instinct.Then, they saw the almost demigod giant beast missing half of its body, barking like a wild dog towards the endless wilderness.

(End of this chapter)