Blood tax

Chapter 393 The Chosen One's Team Battle: Griffith Has Many Friends
Griffith inexplicably heard the curse.At the same time, he saw a flame falling from the sky.

"Diaz, get me his emblem," Naira ordered, "The prince and the others will arrive soon, and the battle will be settled quickly."

The former Odessa witcher, Diaz, had already stood in front of Griffith.Not to mention the current state of illness, even in the usual one-on-one situation, the time it takes for an extraordinary demon hunter to kill him is measured in seconds.

At this almost desperate moment, Griffith suddenly felt a throbbing.He looked up at the back of the extraordinary demon hunter, and the expression that was dignified by pain and tension under the mask stretched out.

"Just now, one by one, they hid like hibernating bears, and now they show up when they see a profit?" Griffith snorted hoarsely, "You guys are so scheming, you all want to Pick up ready-made ones after other people weaken them, ahem! But, there are so many cheap things!

"Minos!"

Griffith orders the bone ring.The blood puppet attached to his body immediately deformed, stretching out six tentacles like an octopus, dragging him comically and decisively towards Diaz.

"Huh? Did you give up on yourself? Or do you want to die together? God's Hand said he was a pseudo-death knight, but he didn't deny his danger. I have to be careful..."

The extraordinary demon hunter was not careless, he took off the long whip wrapped in flames around his waist and whipped it.Griffith's breastplate was shattered on the spot, a bloody wound was torn open on his chest, and he flew out like a spinning top.

"Idiot, kill him! Immediately, immediately!" Naira yelled sharply when she saw her witcher hesitate.

"Hahaha, hey hahaha, cough cough cough!"

With almost crazy laughter, Griffith slammed into a garbage dump with a bang.Before the sound of jingling, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, pong, and ping-pong, Naira and Diaz heard a burst of wanton, mad, and insane shouts——

"Tricked, witcher!

"Here, look here with your spirituality, this is my escape route!"

Diaz leaned over, charged like a bow and arrow, ready to charge, and ended up with a knight who was already powerless.Suddenly, his spirituality was touched, his whole body was suffocated, and he trembled like a frog being watched by a natural enemy.

Who, who is there? !
Right at the place where the pseudo-death knight fell, the sound of the heels of the boots hitting the ground came from the deep dark alley. It was bright and sexy, making people subconsciously associate the owner of the boots with the mature and glamorous Young woman linked up.

Soon, the dark alley was illuminated by a group of bright flames. Looking carefully, it was actually a bunch of swaying red hair like flames, walking towards this side in a suppressed and noisy arc.

……

"Theramis, I enlist you to fight for me in the name of the future king," Prince Commodus rallied, and said to the assassin lady who was sitting in the corner, "I'm going to chase the past now, you use your abilities, monitor the battlefield, assist I."

"Yes, Your Highness." Theramis bowed his head and agreed.When she raised her head, the prince had turned into a ray of golden light and was heading north.

Hey~ What else can I do now?Without the support of a fixed magic circle, my spirituality can't operate "Casual Carnival", at most I can only see what happened there.

Due to the shift of the battlefield, the nearby followers and watchers have moved to this side carefully.Theramis, whose life was safe, activated the crystal ball, observed the situation ahead, and muttered to himself as if to relieve himself:

"The backup of that death knight should have arrived, let me see what it is—ah what!"

……

"Zheng!"

Golden light and silver arcs rolled and lingered around Erza, and then turned into a bolt of lightning that swayed past Diaz's spear, and kicked him on the jaw before he could react.

Diaz only saw the flickering refracted light and flying red hair, heard the loud sound of shattering from his jaw, and flew into the sky, his keen senses only had time to detect the hot breath flashing behind him.

Erza waved her hand and smashed his wrist holding the long whip to fight back, and before the extraordinary witcher adjusted his posture to counterattack, she swept Diaz's left abdomen with her leg.

Diaz whirled and rolled in the air at a faster speed than Griffith.

With the combo of attacks, Erza's two straight long legs clamped and locked Diaz's waist, and she reached out to grab the back of his neck and rolled rapidly in the air.

The world is spinning, and the stars are moving.Diaz hadn't figured out his position when he saw the ground rapidly approaching him.The moment she threw him out, Erza twisted her amazingly elastic waist, turned over in the whistling wind and rain, and swept towards the demon hunter who had just escaped, from top to bottom.

"boom!"

The beacon smoke cleared away, and Luoshui was dust-free.

At the same time, Griffith struggled to stand up, and the wounds all over his body were spewing blood like a fountain.He pointed his middle finger in the direction of Naira: "One after another, okay, cough cough cough, isn't it just a bunch of people, cough, who doesn't have one yet, girlfriend!"

He held a mithril pendant tightly in his hand, which was emitting bright and clear light like a morning star.An invisible ray of light was penetrating the deep darkness, linking him to a distant place.

A look of surprise flashed in Naira's eyes.It suddenly saw a tall and light figure gradually outline beside the seriously injured knight.

Around this figure, there is also a rotating dense magic net like a star gate.

She has not yet arrived here, but a natural breath like autumn forest and red leaves has already refreshed her heart.

With a longbow on her back, she walked out of the star gate with long hair swaying like a waterfall. At this moment, the dark and messy alleys became a garden filled with fragrance, full of vitality, and every petal and every flower could be faintly heard. A leaf is rustling in the breeze, cheering her name.

"Galadia!"

She holds the golden longbow that resembles the wings of a phoenix, and the streamer is scattered like a phoenix's feathers with her graceful steps.This powerful weapon was once used by her to rescue Griffith in the Whispering Forest, and now it has once again unleashed its powerful aura.

As soon as Galadia came in front of Griffith, she opened her arms around his neck in front of Naira, lifted a bit of the visor, raised her head and kissed him deeply.

Griffith was wrapped in the fragrance of roses, intoxicated in the beautiful breath of the flower fields, the tension and exhaustion were washed away, and the sickness and pain that entangled him were expelled.

Theramis, who was watching the battle from a distance, could not believe his eyes at all:

"Seven gods, this, isn't this a death knight? Is his true identity the protagonist of the era—? I, I can't accept it!"

(End of this chapter)