Blood tax

Chapter 392 Team Battle of the Chosen Ones
The moment he was blocked by Commodus, Griffith's first reaction was not shock and fear, nor excitement, but rather strangeness.

The timing is subtle!If he had come half a minute earlier, Griffith would not have been able to take away Theramis' emblem, and if he had been half a minute late, he would have also withdrawn from the battlefield.

If it weren't for Theramis himself being extremely powerful, this would be a traditional knight novel, where the hero appears at the most dangerous moment for a woman, and there is no need to worry about anything.

Griffith quickly glanced at Theramis who was lying on the ground, and found that she wasn't overjoyed in addition to being surprised.

Tsk, this prince looks majestic and majestic, and he wants to be upright, but he can't hide his thoughts!
Griffith flashed a few thoughts quickly, and had a preliminary judgment on Prince Byelland's plan.However, this short thought made his actions slow down by half a beat.

"Aren't you going to surrender?" the prince said coldly, "Then in the name of the Holy Light, I will destroy you."

Before the words fell, a sword wind had already swept over.The power of the Holy Sword of Enduil is really extraordinary. Under one blow, Griffith's double shield showed signs of collapse.

He hurriedly used Hanguang to meet the enemy, but Commodus' second sword followed.

"Zheng-!"

The two holy swords collided, splashing silver-white light in the dark night, and buzzing at the same time.Han Guang, who hadn't broken the second seal, couldn't resist, making Griffith back again and again.

After two battles, Griffith consumed a lot of physical and spiritual energy, and in order to hide his identity, he didn't bring the iconic weapon such as the blood thorn, so he was at a disadvantage in all aspects.

The Enduil held by Commodus is a two-handed sword with a broad blade, which can be stabbed and slashed. It is more advantageous than Hanguang in a face-to-face confrontation, and every attack is as fast as lightning and as powerful as a sword. Ben Lei.Taking advantage of the situation, he turned around and struck, and the holy sword in his hand swept over like a windmill.

It seemed that Griffith was not fighting against people, but was contending with the luck of the Byelan royal family, and he couldn't bear it with just three swords.

On the contrary, Commodus's powerful strength is being spewed out from all the limbs.He let out a proud cry, and Enduil hummed excitedly!
Griffith, whose defense was broken by the three swords, did not block the fourth blow. Enduil easily broke through his gauntlet and shoulder armor, leaving two deep bloody wounds.The violent spiritual energy attached there, burning the wound, making Griffith feel that the blood in his veins was boiling.

A smile flickered across Commodus's mouth.He has already noticed that his opponent cannot match his weapon, and the offensive has become more fierce.

No bangs, no sparks, just the rustling of the air.Under N'Duil's sharp edge, there were intermittent wailing sounds.

Hanguang was already overwhelmed, it hadn't liberated its true power, and it was no longer able to compete with the weapon that carried the kingdom's luck in a short confrontation, and if it continued to fight, it would be in danger of breaking.

"For a servant of darkness, you are beyond my expectations." Commodus pursued closely, without giving Griffith a chance to regroup. A series of attacks weaved a suffocating cage of death. With the continuous bombardment, even the spirit world was stirred and torn apart, attracting certain existences.

Griffith vaguely heard strange and indescribable roars and melodies, and something was watching him.However, his situation is already extremely serious, and he cannot be distracted at all.

……

"That knight couldn't resist anymore," said Aaron on a roof hundreds of meters away, watching the fierce battle below, "Commod's strategy is very clear, waiting for the battle to decide the winner, he will use the arbitrator and protector Come as the one who came, and seize the emblem of the Chosen One."

"You can also try to offend your future allies as little as possible," Holof shook her head dissatisfied, "You are obviously the supreme king, but you want to start some sneaky plots."

"But it is undeniably an effective strategy," Trotsky said, "let him collect most of the emblems, and then defeat him with his own hands in the final stage, so that the mysterious world and the royal power will have to prostrate under the control of Lord Aaron." underfoot."

"It's superficial." Belia commented blankly.

Trotsky felt that his ideas made sense and did not want to quarrel with the girls.He watched Aaron eagerly, expecting him to respond to his point.

However, the reality made him very disappointed. Aaron didn't respond to anyone, but walked straight towards the scene of the battle.

"Aaron, we're going with you!" Seeing him leaving, Holof hurriedly chased after him and shouted.

"You stay here," Aaron replied coldly, "The front is the stage for the chosen ones."

The death knight has been suppressed. If the prince takes away the emblem, I can only admit the reality... Thelamis did not do nothing when he was lying on the ground.She struggled, took out some potions and took them. After a while, she would be able to hide again and join her companions not far away.

Uh, ah, it hurts, I have a broken wrist and maybe two broken ribs.Theramis threw down the medicine bottle with a pale face, grabbed his own crystal ball, and crawled into the shadows.

Under the effect of expensive special medicine, her injuries are healing rapidly, and her spiritual power is also recovering.Such a drastic effect is bound to damage her life, but the current situation is urgent, she can no longer take care of these.

The fierce psychic energy collision that erupted in the north and south of the city an hour ago has all subsided.There are several powerful psychic ripples leaving the battle and rushing towards this side.

……

"The victory and defeat are already divided."

Commodus projected his majestic gaze over.After the confrontation just now, he didn't even have the slightest ups and downs in his chest, and his eyes seemed to have wisdom that penetrated everything from above, and the ferocity of a bird of prey.

Silently, Griffith put Hanguang back into the scabbard, pulled out the condemnation, took out the Abyss Bullet made of Abyss Devouring Iron as the material, and stabbed it into the barrel of the gun, standing straight like a birch tree in front of the sharp edge of the holy sword without moving an inch. retreat.

A trump card used in desperation?I am very clear about the power of muskets. It is indeed useful against mortals, but it is only effective against mortals... Commodus snorted softly, holding a big sword in his hand, first walked slowly, and then turned into a trot. The thunderous sudden attack slashed at the death knight with a sword.

At the moment when Commodus was about to slash down, a majestic aura that made people dare not look up was released.He saw the gloomy tower, and the judge with the scythe chained the terrified sinners, dragging them all the way to the endless abyss.

Commodus stared at the black barrel in horror, and heard the echo of the tortured soul in the dark, and a ball of fire burst out and roared towards him.Amidst the trembling of his heart, he heard a roar.

"My lord, times have changed!"

The sound of the gunfire echoed in the night sky, and flames, smoke, and an overwhelming jet of black-brown projectiles exploded into a swirling vortex of psionic energy as soon as it touched Commodus' shield.

"What it is!"

The beauty of Theramis not far away turned pale.She saw a terrifying shadow, definitely not in this world, breaking through some kind of barrier with crazy and twisted tentacles.This shadow bruised her sanity, causing two echoes of dice falling to the ground.

Prince Commodus, who was shot in the front, was even more traumatized.Although the projectile exploded near him without breaking through the shield, he witnessed the terrifying vision head-on and fell to his knees.

What the hell did Roland give me!

Griffith was also taken aback.The Abyss Devouring Bomb hardly caused any effective damage, but the shadow it presented was a real and creepy existence.This shooting seemed to tear some kind of barrier, allowing breaths that did not belong to this world to seep in.

He didn't have time to hesitate, and reached out to a nearby horse that was implicated and killed by Theramis' attack and said:

"Horse, give me a horse!"

A skeleton army horse immediately crawled out from the mess and ran towards its owner.Griffith jumped over and fled towards the north of the city.

Galadia is in that direction, she should have heard my call for help, and must join her as soon as possible.We already have three emblems, and we are in a very favorable position, as long as... Ah Choo!
Griffith touched his nose and continued to gallop.Commodus and Theramis, who were frightened by the Maw bomb, did not catch up, and the various forces gathered nearby did not dare to approach easily because they were concerned about the punishment of the Arcane Council.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Griffith on the horse coughed violently.For a transcendent with a strong physique, he even forgot when he had a cold and cough last time. He was eight or ten years old, and he should have eaten canned yellow peaches.

Canned yellow peaches can cure all diseases. I have decided to buy some tomorrow morning!Griffith ran wildly in the cold night wind, thinking wildly.After a while, he realized that his mental state was already in an extremely bad situation.

He felt dizzy, nauseous, his hands were weak, and he was so drowsy that he almost fell on the horse, and subconsciously began to talk to himself:

"Maybe it's because I'm too tired from continuous fighting, or it's the blood loss caused by the battle with Commodus. I'll have to check it out later, cough cough cough!"

Griffith was horrified to find that his cold symptoms became more and more severe.His body was cold, limp and weak, and then he coughed violently. He lost his balance and fell off the skeleton army.

Oops, I was careless!
Griffith watched the skeleton army disintegrate in front of him.His psychic energy was drying up at an alarming rate, unable to sustain even undead creatures.

This is, this is the attack of the Chosen!I was calculated!

As if he had just crawled out of the ice cave, Griffith was shaking uncontrollably, coughing more and more violently, and his strong lungs were like a broken bellows, making a desperate and mournful neighing .

In the dark, he felt a familiar breath.

Naira was watching the prostrate knight struggling desperately from the shadows, smiling, and strangled his throat bit by bit with a noose.

"Embrace the darkness, fake."

(End of this chapter)