Blood tax

Chapter 530 The Bud of the Artifact
The night is hazy, and the vegetation in the underground world is strange and strange. The bright patterns of green, purple, red and blue are like painted paintings, and the flowers with a height of one person in the gurgling water blow a fresh and sweet fragrance in the breeze, with hints of mint The coolness of the summer heat turns into a coolness, which makes people feel refreshed.

Erza was wearing a man's top, with long leather boots under the swaying hem, and climbed up a big tree by stepping on the tangled roots.She grabbed a flower on a vine, took a small sip, and handed it to Griffith with contentment and satisfaction flowing in her eyes.

Griffith is naturally ignorant of biology, so he took a sip of the drink in a similar manner, and was surprised to find that the nectar was slightly sweet and had a hint of intoxicating fragrance, which swept away his fatigue.

"Unexpected," he repeatedly praised, "this is really interesting."

"There are so many unexpected surprises in the world," Erza reached out to pick another flower, "I heard that in the far west sea, there is a labyrinth of mermaids hidden deep in the whirlpool;
"To the east, beyond the snow-capped mountains, tunnels dug by the dwarves, adorned with gold and precious stones, lead to endless cellars, halls, and temples."

Griffith put the petals into his mouth and chewed slowly: "Your condition is much better, and you seem to be out of the danger of losing control."

"Suppressing the mutation of Extraordinary characteristics and authority, it is still possible to maintain oneself," Erza looked back at him, "Commode and your authority have the power to suggest and suppress, and the divinity of thunder and storm has turned into a dormant state.

"When you win the sacrifice of the chosen one, I will completely release my authority to resonate with you in the final sacrifice. At that time, I will be free."

Griffith's knowledge of the occult is limited.He knew that the authority of the hand of God could be taken away from each other, and the authority of Naira, the first to be eliminated, was dispersed among the remaining six.However, more fine-grained methods of control were beyond his body of knowledge.

Seeing that he was at a loss, Erza explained:

"The Hand of God is nothing more than a container.

"Once the container is broken, psionic energy and authority will be injected into other containers, overflowing like puffs filled with cream... um, um~"

Griffith couldn't help turning his face away.

Erza's face was reddish, and her eyes were a little dodged.She covered her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and maintained her dignity:

"The closer it is to the end, the closer the divinity is to the essence. I estimate that if one more hand of God is defeated, the authority will condense into an entity.

"The Wishing Vessel will come."

"What will happen to Galadia?"

"The more divinity in the container, the more humanity is suppressed, and in the end, we will all be stained with inhuman colors.

"The elves may have a way to temporarily control the out-of-control, but the brilliance of Canaan is getting dimmer, what kind of crazy things will the greedy magic addicts do?"

Griffith felt his blood pressure soaring: "We must end the battle here as soon as possible, gather the strength of the three of us, and have an absolute advantage in the face of any other god's hand. Coupled with Roland's help, the wishing device's The figuration will be in our hands.”

"Will things really go this smoothly... Our knowledge of the Chosen One's Sacrifice and the Wishing Vessel is very limited..." Erza shook her head, as if trying to drive away some bad thoughts.Soon, she pulled herself together and walked on:
"My promotion is still missing the last step, the ritual requirements required to stabilize the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 5 Silver Dawn—

"Hunting an Extraordinary creature no lower than Sequence Five and taking its Extraordinary characteristics, reorganizing my mystery."

……

The ancient city standing on the cliff presents turquoise silence and grandeur in the dim light of night.The stone tablets scattered along the way and the ancient text left on the carvings recorded the name of this ancient troll fortress——

Zuhaka.

The remaining patterns and hieroglyphs on the stele are still vivid.Even just looking at it for a moment, a sense of ancient ferocity in the prehistoric world is ready to emerge.

On the altar at the top of a small fortress, there are narrative murals painted. You can see the tribe of trolls kneeling in front of a huge altar stone. The piece obtained from the ruins is quite similar.Behind the altar is a huge cave, entrenched with the shadow of a giant snake.

It spread huge wings, and the back of its head has a crown-like bony plate, which is more noble and arrogant than all the kings in the world.

Kneeling before this slate mural is an old troll elder.His eyes were pious and timid, and he cautiously said to a troll beside him who was more ornately dressed and had a higher status:
"Your Excellency Venosis, the high-ranking priest, the ancient Dormon, the ritual of the coming of the blood-devouring from the Void is nearing completion."

"Very good," the indifferent high-ranking priest stared at the distant jungle, then turned his head and snorted coldly, "And then?"

Sensing the other party's displeasure, the troll elder hurriedly got up, respectful and humble:
"Wise and powerful Lord Winoxis, I have been studying the knowledge of the Belomun Stone Tablet this year, and followed the instructions of you and the angels. However, the closer we are to the end of the ceremony, summon the blood-devouring The more we fear the ritual.

"We puny worms can't comprehend the great gods, it's just...

"It's just, a little weird...

"When we accidentally and honored to hear the will of God Domon, every time, I have a feeling that this god is a little bit different from what was recorded in the ancient books..."

"Enough, shut up, idiot."

The high-ranking priest whipped out his whip and slapped the elder on the back: "Kiraka the sorcerer, your laziness and timidity bother me as much as your awkward name,
"This is the holy Zuhakar, not your Belomon swamp that has forgotten your glory and courage. If it weren't for the sake of your fingers and tongue, I would have chopped you up and fed you to the crocodiles.

"Continue your calling without delay!
"The apostles of the alien gods are fighting outside. As long as one of them falls, God Domon will gain the power to return to the world."

"That's exactly what I'm worried about!" The elder yelled in panic, completely ignoring the long whip in the hands of the high-ranking priest, "The slate we interpreted was taken away by the apostle of the Ability God, and it happened to be taken away by the tribe not long after. Found it..."

The high priest Vinohis raised his whip angrily, ready to give this long-winded old thing a hard blow.At this moment, a few priests and warriors rushed over from outside the secret room of the altar.Before they even had time to ask for instructions, they threw themselves at the feet of the high priest and bowed down.

"Master Winnosis!
"Curse, curse!"

The troll family has fallen from the peak of glory, and the remnants survive in an extremely difficult environment.Hunger and terror have long been the order of the day for this shattered civilization and its descendants.

Fortunately, in the trough of decline, the troll found God's protection.Not only did they defend the holy city of Trolls, Zuhakar, they even established outlying territories and fortresses in the four directions of the holy city.

The high-ranking priest Vinnosis who presides over this altar is the leader of this kind of counterattack in despair.With just one look from him, the terrified clansmen shut up and looked up at him tremblingly.

"The dead dug the tomb?" Wennosis asked in a deep voice, "Or did the bloodthirsty appear?"

……

Erza drew a brief map with branches and introduced the situation to Griffith:

"The Southern Pyramid is the territory of the high-ranking priest Venosis, who sacrificed souls to the gods to obtain gifts.

"The Eastern Mine is guarding the vital mine. The dark green vein is infected by mysterious things and possesses crazy power. It is under the jurisdiction of the high-ranking lord Vimayek.

"The ruler of the Western Fortress is the high-ranking warlord Ekirum, who blocks and hunts the huge creatures of the underground world.

"The outer city in the north is the entrance to Zul'hakar, managed by the high-ranking witch doctor Yekrick, and is now controlled by Commodus' army.
"Zhuhakkar and the fabled Stairway to Eternity are guarded by the four realms.

"According to my investigation, there are some kind of creature's lair hidden in the surrounding territories, and the oozing poisonous water is extremely dangerous. Before the surrounding smaller fortresses are destroyed, any creature that tries to break into Zuhaka will be cursed. The giant The demon uses this as a barrier, and it is difficult for Commodus to enter Zuhaka's interior."

Despite the lack of precise maps, both Erza and Griffith have plenty of experience.Soon, they grasped the surrounding situation through reconnaissance and probing.

"Commod's troops will soon get news to support the troll," Erza reminded, "We must prepare for battle."

Griffith nodded slightly.

"I'm here for that."

He came to an ancient rock ruins, where he took a look at this magnificent and mysterious land.The primeval forest breeds countless restless lives.They lurk under the canopy, ready to deal a heavy blow to the unwary intruder.

In the woods and bushes far from town, pale will-o'-the-wisps flickered.Between the dark woods, he could see cluttered tombs and a dead world.

Griffith knelt down on one knee, tore open the weeds and thorns, poured spiritual energy onto the ground, then cut his wrist, dripping a drop of blood:

"The previous battles consumed the scattered corpses on the periphery. If I want to form an army as soon as possible, I must build a base and capture four peripheral territories."

Erza looked at him.

As the psychic energy seeped into the ground through the bone ring Minos, the pitch-black color spread in a circular shape.The surrounding lush vegetation began to wither, the earth lost its vitality, and the soil began to rapidly become barren and dry.Amidst a shrill and indescribable wail, a huge tower of bones slowly rose in front of the two of them.

The bone tower merged with the rock ruins, dark red vines hung on the wall like blood vessels, and evil green crystals condensed from the top, spinning rapidly amid bursts of humming.

A three-story tomb was built.It was corroded by some strange plant-like and tentacle-like substance, like a black palace, emitting a strange green light around it.

The trees and grass have disappeared, replaced by a layer of sticky black mud covering the ground.The black mud seems to have life, and it is extending its tentacles to the surroundings. Wherever it goes, the soil under the tombstone begins to wriggle and expand, as if something is about to break through the ground.

A large number of black lines spread in all directions like tentacles, and rotten arms stretched out from the ground. Amid hoarse roars and ethereal and illusory ravings, the undead underground woke up.

A faint green fire flickered in their eye bones. They dug up the ground with their bony arms, opened their decayed mouths, and roared silently.

The black mud boiled like bursting slurry, blasting foul-smelling bubbles one by one, and groups of dead people crawled towards the ground shaking their rotting bodies.

The smell of corruption and thick sadness seemed to turn into substance, and endless screams echoed.

Farther away from the large tomb, the black mud squirmed violently, and small cyst-like black towers bulged up, using this as a fulcrum to continue spreading the black mud.

"Is this black mud?" Erza asked.

"That's right," Griffith replied, "where the black mud goes, it will strengthen the army of death knights,

"If Commodus comes to attack my base, we will destroy the camps outside Zuhaka.

"If he does not come, then we shall defeat him at the walls of Zuhakkar."

The familiar breath surged again.The huge undead creature Guratoni drilled out of the soil.After it crawled out of the mud, it shook vigorously, allowing its body to grow bony armor and weapons.

"Bone Judgment Gulatoni is ordered to come," the monster roared, "Who am I going to tear apart?"

Griffith summons Guratoni the Stitcher and Twelve-Headed Ghouls.When the intensity of the battle reaches a certain level, weak living corpses and skeletons are no longer capable of combat tasks.

The ghoul generally maintains the structure of a human being, but there is no skin or hair on the whole body, and it is as ferocious as a skinned specimen, which makes people sick.

They crawled on the ground, running like cheetahs, their bloody nails like blades were terrifying, their hind legs were strong and sensitive, and they dragged their long bony tails behind their backs. The swollen brain tissue stretched out the skull, twitching naked in the air .

These monsters are extremely hostile to living things, eager to tear their flesh and blood.They tear apart shields and armor with their sharp claws, and can heal their wounds by devouring the flesh of their targets.

Ghouls are a stronger combat force that Griffith can now master.When the battle casualties accumulate to a certain level, Griffith can put Brutal Beasts and Stitches into battle.

Stitch monsters are a collection of corpses. The accumulated carrion can withstand battle axes and spears, and is a powerful meat shield for the undead army.

Brutal beasts are long-range units with dense bone armor. When they attack, their strong muscle tissue will shrink immediately, and the armor-piercing spikes they fire contain toxins that can paralyze large beasts.It grows bone claws that can move quickly on the ground, and cooperates with the snake-shaped torso to have strong off-road performance.

The Extraordinary characteristics accumulated in Griffith's hands are running out, and the army must be gradually formed.He summoned the already formed Guratoni and ghouls to follow him:
"Once I control enough biomass, I can create weapons of war that use the Yahai behemoth as a genetic template. They are powerful undead behemoths covered with hard scales, and the shell is surprisingly hard. The giant on the outside of the mouth The blade can tear rocks and metals, and its sharpness is amazing. Its vitality is even more astonishing, even if it is violently attacked, the damaged parts can be reorganized and regenerated.

"I named them, dead bodies."

(End of this chapter)