Griffith emerged from the wall with a sword and shield in hand, an iron helmet, and a blue and white sergeant's robe, his grim gaze sweeping over everyone present like a blade.

He got some information from Hamis's mouth and rushed here, sneaking in with a storm of blood bats and listening to their conversation, waiting for the arrival of other extraordinaries and reinforcements.

Sure enough, it's a little strange. It was as if they were from a distant city-state, believing in a creator they had never heard of, and were plotting a great conspiracy, presumably followers of some new cult of evil gods.

Crazy cultists do everything. Upon hearing the news that they were preparing to evacuate, Griffith decided to act immediately.

Reinforcements from Finland and Amber arrived in a matter of moments.

"He's only one man, spread out!" Reef with a large shield in hand took the lead and lunged towards Griffith.

"Spread out and surround him!" Meditius scurried to the side with his men.

Griffith skillfully drew another throwing gun and flicked it in his hand. The spear turned into a cold light and shot away, hitting the shield of the reef, splashing a spark and being bounced away.

Extraordinary shield? Griffith found that the man in front of him was unscathed by his full blow, and immediately gave up his intention to swing his sword and slash, and rushed directly towards the diagonal side of the reef.

"Bang!"

Griffith and Reef collided together, and both of them took a few steps backwards at the same time. In the impact just now, Griffith found that his strength was not dominant, and he was unable to grasp and control the impact of the opponent.

At the same time, nearby raiders have already swarmed up. The smell of killing appeared behind him, and the strange assassins had already flashed their sharp blades, and the whistling sound was incessant.

"Do it, surround them!" exclaimed Griffith.

Several of the cultists present were stunned for a moment, not knowing how one person could surround the 20-odd people.

There was an oppressive aura in the air, as if a thunderbolt was being aimed at it.

"Boom!"

The roof was suddenly smashed through a large hole. A bolt of lightning cracked through the cultists' formation, trampling an assailant who was about to sneak up on Griffith under his feet, making a terrifying cracking sound of bones, shattering organs, bone fragments, and flesh blooming like ceremonial flowers.

In the dazzling flash, a girl slowly rose from a half-kneeling position, her flying blonde hair lingering with silver and blue electric light, and the crackling sound of the air tearing was incessant.

"Amber Rozerita, follow the call," Amber descended like a glorious Chosen One, her feet on the assailant who had merged with the floor, her gaze turning to Griffith, "Need a prisoner?"

The noisy inn was quiet for a moment, and even Griffith didn't expect her to appear in such a way.

Is this sequence 8?

"Attack!" the Finnish sergeant major had already led the group from all sides, and they rushed through the gate and went straight to the cultists.

A tall cultist slashed at Amber with an axe, but before the axe could be swung down, the blade of the axe had already been embedded in the nearby wall with a clatter, and then a roar rang in his ears, and his head twisted backwards.

The official forces of Neopolis Island swarmed up, and the cultists, who had just been shouting and attacking, fell into chaos and retreated in the blink of an eye.

"What kind of monster is this!?"

Meditheus was stunned.

That Griffith, the new Amber is not a strong person they can easily deal with. Now he could understand why the henchman Hamis sent by the Traveler was defeated without even inflicting heavy damage on his opponent, and his assistant was killed immediately after, not even making it out for a round at the hands of the local extraordinary.

Maybe Meditius and the others together can still kill or injure one or two of the official extraordinaries present, but if they continue to fight, before they can achieve results, Meditius and they will have to pay at least a few lives, most of them a life of his own.

"Creator, your faithful believers are in crisis, please grant high protection!" Meditius tore a scroll with a painful face, and a thick fog suddenly poured out, obscuring the view of the scene. Arcs of electricity flashed through the fog, carrying away the vague figure.

......

Who are these people?, Griffith, breathing slightly, as he surveyed the corpse on the ground. In a short encounter, he and his allies killed five, but the others didn't even bother to rescue them, and escaped using some kind of magical item.

In terms of effects and psionic fluctuations, the cultist named Meditius activated the item that could teleport him and his accomplices a certain distance, and the location of the landing point was difficult to pinpoint.

"Amber, take some people to escort the corpse to the Mage Tower first?This strange group of cultists has a lot of secrets, please garrison the mage to investigate?" Griffith looked at the big house that had escaped completely, and said regretfully? The sergeant major and I led a squadron to conduct a search. ”

......

After several hours of searching and pursuit, the city guards were not able to catch a single cultist. Griffith had no choice but to give up for the time being, and go to the Mage's Tower to join up with the mage stationed there. Investigations and interrogations of cultists often require the use of a confession agent, which must be carried out at the Mage Tower in Neopolis City, which cannot be done at the police station in Hepu Town.

Despite the attacks, ordinary people were not greatly affected. Tourists and residents weave in and out of the pretty streets, completely oblivious to the fighting taking place on the out-of-the-way street corners. Residents also hang red lanterns on their eaves and doorways as if they are ready for the festival.

The town's patrols and city guards are stepping up their patrols, and the skyline is filled with unsettling, thick walls of clouds, and a rainstorm is on the horizon.

To the south of the town of Heura, near the coast, there is a beautiful two-storey building. The tavern is not far from the border between Tsuruura and the city of Neopolis, not far from the city. In front of the small building, there is a sign with the name of the bar on it.

"Cape. ”

Griffith suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten dinner yet, shook the empty kettle around his waist, looked at the guests seated in the hotel, and walked to the door of the bar. When he got closer, he found that there was a line of small words on the signboard next to the large letters of the store's name - "This restaurant serves clear soup and little water." ”

This is, one of the seven, not right, and one of the eight incredible.

It's not far from the Downtown Mage Tower. Griffith walked into the bar, found a secluded spot to sit down, and beckoned to the waiter.

Soon, a young girl came over. She was wearing a waiter's short skirt, her steps were as light as a deer in the woods, she was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, her very rare silver hair was tied behind her head, and she handed the apprentice knight a glass of water with a jerky but pure smile: "What do you want to order?"

"A package," Griffith looked into the girl's eyes, "what's your name?"

The silver-haired girl visibly hesitated. She looked at the sword leaning against the table and the armor on Griffith, held the tray to her chest, and whispered, "My name is Rebecca, and I'm from the East." ”

"Well," Griffith surveyed the girl's face, his gaze slowly moving to her slender white hands, "Hello, Rebecca, I'm Griffith Blanton's Squad Leader II. What did you do before you came here, and where is your family?"

"No, nothing," Rebecca looked nervously at the Cadet Knight, and then turned her head to look at the bar, as if asking for help.

The store manager noticed the situation here, hurriedly walked over, and bowed to Griffith, who was still sitting in the chair, "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Show me Miss Rebecca's entry permit and identification," Griffith smiled and looked at the two of them, making a casual request, "which city-state is she from?"

"This," the store manager looked at Rebecca hesitantly, rubbing his hands in embarrassment, "Rebecca was new yesterday, her luggage was stolen by thieves, and the store temporarily housed her for a few days. ”

"Alright," Griffith, abandoning his intention to eat something, stood up and looked at the silver-haired girl, who was already flustered, "Miss Rebecca, please come with me to make a transcript. ”

At the moment of her words, Rebecca took a half-step back, looking up at the heavily armed armored cavalry. She looked out the window in fear, then at the back door of the bar, clutching the tray and trembling.

"Miss Rebecca won't be an illegal immigrant, sir," the store manager said a little nervously, "Customs is very strict, and there have been no smuggling in years. ”

"I know, I didn't say Miss Rebecca was smuggled," Griffith pointed to the bar door with his left hand and tapped the hilt of his sword with his right hand, "I'll send her back when I'm done." We're in the Mage Tower, not far from here. ”

The Assassin who was captured yesterday was now in the mage tower in the city. Criminals held there are examined and treated by doctors, and most of them are saved for harsher interrogation.

These thugs who suddenly appeared in town were very special. They seem to have just become low-level extraordinary, some with spellcaster abilities, others strong and agile. But the Customs and Quarantine Department was unaware of them, and this group of extraordinary people was not screened at the time of entry and exit, as if they had fallen from the sky.

In addition, Griffith noticed that the common characteristics of this group were good nutrition, good looks, and did not have the inferior temperament of bandits and pirates, and several of them were very murderous and decisive.

The standard of living of such a group of people is not low, they have received combat training and even actual combat tests, and they have certain extraordinary abilities and even spell-casting abilities...... Griffiths immediately thought that they were most likely cultists with ties to Quarksol and had appeared on the island to make a deal.

What puzzled him was that although the gang was planning something big, most of the members did not have the necessary weapons and money, so they had to rob the shop and expose their whereabouts. Shouldn't they be careful to hide themselves and look for opportunities to do something big?

Rebecca, with a sad face, followed the midshipman to the mage tower. From time to time, she glanced quietly at the dreaded foot cavalry, and then changed the look of fear, anxiety, and sorrow on her face. But her occasional temperament reminds Griffith of Sonya, with an unconcealed elegance, liveliness, and cuteness flowing between her elegant and proper manners.

Could she have anything to do with the Dark Arts?, Griffith thought. There is a high probability that spirits are often used in the rituals of dark magic and evil gods to enhance the effect, and the most effective is said to be pure noble maidens. They may be due to their family lineage's psionic affinity, or for other reasons, they are very much in line with the appetite of the evil gods, whether they are used as a catalyst for sacrifice or other uses.