What a brave, mad and abominable people!

Griffith raised his saber and saluted the corpses strewn across the ground.

The ritual's psionic fluctuations vanished completely as the last enemy fell, and the evil green crystal dissipated into the air in the blink of an eye as if it had vaporized. If what Alandelle says is true, the control of Iloti by those behind the scenes will be greatly diminished.

But it's been delaying for too long, and even the cooldown time for the mountain monster's power is almost up. Griffith struggled to his feet, using his sabers full of gaps to prop himself up by picking up the cultist's extraordinary traits and gathering some scattered weapons to equip himself.

After losing his war horse, he could only go to Cangyue Mountain on foot.

"Mr. Knight!"

A small cry came from the dead ruins. Rebecca, a silver-haired foreign girl, grabbed a long wooden stick and stumbled on the corpse on the ground and ran towards him.

The corners of Griffith's mouth twitched, and he endured the pain all over his body and asked, "Why didn't you go to refuge?"

The silver-haired girl helped the midshipwren knight, shoved the cane in her hand into his hand, and held his arm: "I was separated from everyone and had to hide in a nearby attic, waiting for the monster to leave. ”

"That's it!" Rebecca gestured to a faintly visible tower in the distance.

"Yes. Griffith was too tired to speak, just stared at her.

"Phew!"

Griffith's waist was suddenly thumped. A sharp dagger stabbed at his waist pierced the ice armor and then his hand armor. The small hand holding the dagger was firmly locked by him.

Rebecca was holding Griffith's arm tightly like a lover, holding a sharp dagger in her hand. There was no trace of anything unusual on her pure and delicate face, still with a simple and sweet smile, slightly opening her small pale pink lips, and winking at him playfully.

However, her right hand holding the dagger was making a bone-cracking sound.

"You're so vigilant!"

Rebecca's left hand lifted the hem of her skirt and drew a short sword from her thigh and stabbed the midshiprider in the throat.

A wave of ice quickly spread, and Rebecca jumped away like a cat with its tail stepped on. She had developed purple and black frostbite on her wrists, arms, and legs, apparently suffering from the extreme cold.

"Well, that's amazing, ouch!" Rebecca ran, hurriedly pulling a bottle of ointment from the pouch at her waist to apply it to her wound.

Griffith pulled out the dagger that had been inserted into his wrist, and with a sudden force, it slammed into the fleeing Rebecca like a landslide, raising his saber and slashing.

"Ahh The knife was not effective, and the missing blade failed to cause fatal damage.

Griffith, who had completed the blow, did not pursue, staying where he was to calm his over-consumed body.

How can this kind of classical sneak attack be useful, I have long felt that you have a problem, but I am not sure of your identity, position and true purpose, and there is no evidence and clues.

Earlier when she was tested with the Insight Crystal, Rebecca had psionic ripples but wasn't very powerful. But the threat she brought to me just now was real. This shows that she, like those cultists, has the means to improve her strength, and it is likely that she has been blessed and blessed by the creator of their faith.

This god is really leisurely, and he would give protection to so many weak low-level extraordinary beings.

Griffith thought intermittently. His whole body was depleted, and he could no longer maintain the high level of concentration that he had at the beginning of the battle, and his strength and speed had weakened a lot.

There was another noise in the ruins not far away, and Rebecca, who had just been knocked away, had already broken free, and looked at the apprentice knight who was stranded in place, slowly patting the dust off her dress, and glancing at the knife wounds and blood stains on her shoulders.

"Hey, it hurts, it's terrible," the girl shivered in pain, but her tone was as if she was chatting with her friends, "so many people have died, and it's so dangerous to hit this part." ”

Griffith stared at the silver-haired girl, trying to think about the current situation: "Who are you? What kind of organization are you, what's the point of doing these things!"

"Hey, why do you ask this?" asked Rebecca, tilting her head.

"Your appearance, temperament, and manners can be seen as well-educated, or mostly from the upper echelons of the upper class who have no worries or even luxury, capable of wielding extraordinary abilities or spells without the corrupt and distorted traits common to cultists," Griffith asked, enduring the pain all over his body, "Your accomplices are unbelievably brave, what promise did the Creator make to you?"

"You're curious about this?"

"Your power is far greater than ordinary Sequence 9, and the Creator is so generous, can you also give me the privilege of being a believer in Him?" Griffith asked, "and I also desire the power of the gods." ”

"Ahhh Just like when they met for the first time, her steps were light and graceful, giving people a tall and feminine beauty like dancing on her toes.

As she stepped out of the ruins, a strange, indescribable feeling rose in Griffith's mind. It's as if the rules of the world have been distorted.

Rebecca was right in front of her, but she couldn't see clearly as if she was shrouded in fog.

She slowly lifted the hem of her skirt in front of Griffith, lifted it upwards to reveal her smooth, fair legs, and winked teasingly at the midshipman.

"Whoa!"

Rebecca tore open her long skirt hard, pulled it up around her waist, took out a gold coin from somewhere in her hand, and played with it in her hand: "Okay~ We have delayed each other for a while, Mr. Knight, you should have accumulated a little strength, and you are ready to smash my dog's head with the frost spell like just now!"

"I'm ready too~ Frozen defenses and controls are really annoying, so let me disarm them. ”

Griffith stared at the gold coin in the girl's hand. It was a form that had never been seen before.

The not-so-elaborate craftsmanship stamps out irregular circles, inscribed with spheres and radial lines, with a hideous skeleton in the center.

It seemed to be the currency of some death-worshipping alien race, but Griffith had never seen or heard of it.

"Okay, then, let me show you," Rebecca said in a swaggering voice, "the methods my predecessors used against monsters like you!"

The silver-haired girl, who had just been a few yards away, suddenly turned into a phantom. Griffith's eyes couldn't keep up with the other's movements, but he could feel her in his back.

"Bell!" Griffith drew a short knife he had picked up and slashed away, missing the target but avoiding a dangerous blow. Rebecca's dagger slashed across his breastplate, flashing a spark.

The silver-haired girl was like a series of shadows, faster than the cultist she had just encountered, spinning and cutting around him.

It's quick!But it's useless!! After a series of attacks hit, Rebecca's speed is inevitably slowed down by the effects of the Ice Armor.

But I didn't catch it!

Rebecca maintains a high speed of maneuvering, almost always appearing at the edge of his line of sight. Griffith, who had never encountered this style of play, couldn't even keep up with the speed of his opponent by turning on the spot.

After a confrontation, Griffiths had already been left with seven or eight wounds on his body, but none of them hit the enemy's body.

Rebecca spun around as if in a dance, panting into the distance, looking at the Cadet Knight. Her barrage of blows hit Griffith several times, but neither her attacks nor her actions were slowed down by the effects of the Ice Armor, and there must have been some strange force protecting her.

Griffith wiped a handful of blood from his neck, and the dagger pierced through the gap in the defense, making a shallow cut. This strange strength and fighting style made him extremely curious: "Miss Rebecca, you don't seem to be good at fighting. ”

"Why do you say that?" rebecca cried, "didn't you see me holding you down and beating you?"

Griffith slowed down and spoke, "Your attack speed and pace are truly impressive, but you can't control this power yet. Extra movement and unbelievable precision have slowed down your agility, and you don't have the ability to deal a fatal blow to me. ”

Rebecca blinked in surprise, as if thinking about something, and finally nodded vigorously: "That's the case, it's a real headache not to be able to break the defense." My next blow will go straight through you, though. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Rebecca was already rushing towards her like a gale. Griffith completely abandoned his eyes and only took the blow by defending the vital point.

With the sound of a "bell", the dagger pierced his gauntlets and wrists, sinking deep into the flesh.

The extreme cold immediately spread, and the cold energy driven by the frost runes swept towards Rebecca. Even if she dodged the next blow, the cold would make it difficult for her to move.

A cold light flashed, and Rebecca's other dagger had sliced into Griffith's right hand, knocking his dagger to the ground before he could be mortally attacked.

"It's over!" both shouted at the same time.

Griffith pulled out his feathered fencing from his waist and stabbed at Rebecca, who was close at hand.

However, the silver-haired girl was once again shrewd by the shrewdness of the frost, ignoring the attack of the frost, stabbing a sword into the gap in the armor of Griffith's back, and then fleeing far away again.

What's going on?

Why? Why is she immune to the Frost Spell? Griffith immediately fell to his knees in a sharp pain. His breastplate had several wounds on his back that tore through the iron armor, and he had been stabbed deeply just now.

The heavy black clouds were fading away, and the cold moonlight was shining on the bloody earth. It was already evening.

Rebecca stands gracefully atop a pile of corpses, mysteriously seductive in the silver moonlight.

"I can't understand it, now the public-cloth-answer-case. ”

The girl's silvery voice grew dry and hoarse. The expression of the midshipman in front of her was also occupied by horror and shock.

Under the silver moon, the long-haired, sensual and tall beauty has been transformed into a fleshless skeleton. Only the torn dress and unique stance made it possible to distinguish her identity.

Undead!

According to legend, fleshless monsters do not feel warmth and cold, cannot distinguish between hunger and fullness, and are tireless, blind to pain, fear, and charm, and do not lose blood.

Could it be that her flesh and blood are illusions? No wonder Rebecca is immune to frost spells. Even if she wasn't completely immune to the freezing effect, she would have been able to restrain Griffith's frost power to the extreme.

The skeleton that couldn't speak shook the dagger in her hand, and it could still make people connect her with the girl just now.

Griffith, who witnessed this horrific scene, stood up and turned around, and ran away......

“......”

Rebecca looked at the apprentice knight who suddenly ran away like a rabbit, but she didn't react immediately, and stood stunned for a moment before she chased after him in the direction of his escape.

Don't run~ If you could speak, you would shout this!, Griffith hurried through the ruins. The footsteps of the skeleton were approaching.

Griffith wasn't fast after all, and it wasn't long before he was about to be overtaken. He plunged headlong into an alley, desperately trying to escape.

Once again, the silver moon was shrouded in drifting clouds.

"Got you!" Rebecca shouted as she suddenly regained her human form, slicing at the back of Griffith's neck.

Between the gaps in the armor, the flesh of the neck is faintly visible. Rebecca slowed down, holding Griffith's shoulders and slashing at key points.

A large chunk of flesh flew out.

The midshipman's neck was severed and he fell to his knees.

"That's what it feels like to cut the back of your neck!" Rebecca stomped on the midshipman's shoulder, "It's cool." ”

Suddenly, she sensed a strange sense of crisis. But the enemy has been mortally wounded and is being trampled under his feet, what is the danger.

The silver-haired girl scanned her surroundings nervously. In the midst of a panicked look, a tall figure suddenly descended from the shadows and folded its arms around it.

"Ahh But it was too late, Griffith, emerging from the cloak of dark blood, had already grabbed her, pressing it hard against her chest.

The silver-haired girl struggled desperately. She turned as she was pulled over, her hands tightly bound, facing Griffith and pressed against her cold breastplate. A huge phantom of the mountain monster has emerged, roaring madly and bringing his terrifying hands together to bless Griffith's power.

"Let go of me! let go!" Rebecca kicked hard, but soon found that she had been held down with great force, and her arms and waist made a "gurgling" bone cracking sound as if they were about to be broken, and no matter how much she kicked and struck, it was in vain.

"Why, why can you use so much magic!" Rebecca shouted as she struggled, but in exchange for a fatal hug that grew tighter and tighter.

"If it's going to be bad, I'm going to be bad......" The girl's crisp breasts were squeezed by a huge force, and her pretty face was already red from the severe pain and lack of oxygen.

"It seems that you are only immune to certain magical effects, you still need to breathe, and you will still be in pain," Griffith watched with a blank face as the girl withered in her arms, "It doesn't make much difference whether there is moonlight or not, does it?"

"No, just to be caught, once," Rebecca's mouth began to foam, her eyes bulging outward, her consciousness blurred, "Mommy......"

"Click!"

The girl's ribs and spine were snapped in a chilling crackling sound, and blood spurted from her mouth with broken internal organs.

Griffith drops Rebecca off, grabs her head and spun around to ensure the death of the Spooky Maiden.

......

After a short period of time, Rebecca has begun to develop extraordinary properties. Her bones were broken, and blood and dirt stood on her face distorted by pain.

Although she possessed strange abilities and extraordinary agility, she died at the hands of Griffith after only one catch. This is the natural restraint of Griffith, who is heavily armored and has a strong vitality, against assassin-type enemies.

But who is she? Griffith reached out and grabbed the girl's body and threw it aside, ready to wait for the results of the follow-up official investigation. However, he was probably able to predict that the mysterious creator would not leave any clues.

"Clank!"

The glittering gold coin fell to the ground. The skull on the gold coin was silently staring at Griffith with its hollow eye sockets.

This is the only mysterious and extraordinary item left behind by the cultists.