Sudden mutations.

The twisted, dried corpse twitched suddenly. It jumped up like a stick worm, and its slender hands stabbed into the ankle of a nearby soldier like a spear.

"Ah——!h

Screams echoed in the silence of the morning. The shin of the screaming soldier quickly dried up like a juiced tomato.

Griffith sprang forward, swinging his sword and slashing at the corpse's arm. Before he could slash with his sword, Amber came first, swept the corpse's left arm with a kick, and the thin arm snapped in response.

Griffith's sword slashed at the cadre's right arm, but it didn't break it. A huge shock bounced back, and his right hand was numb with shock, as if a sword had slashed into a rock, and it was less than a centimeter in, but the blade was cracked a gap.

One of the arms inserted into the soldier's ankle was cut off, but the other hand grabbed the soldier's calf. The dried corpse bounced up like an insect, grabbing the soldier and jumping into the corner.

At the moment when the dried corpse hit the ground, a golden flash of light hit him. Amber swung her knife at the corpse's arm, and the hard bones of her hand snapped at the wrist, and pieces of black-brown flesh fell from the fracture.

The skin of the dried corpse, which had absorbed some of the flesh, was turning from dead gray to an eerie dark red. The withered body and limbs swelled slightly, and meridians, veins, and muscles resurfaced. It was supported by legs and severed hands, and crawled to the ground like a wild beast.

The hairless, shriveled skull of the living corpse began to swell and wriggle, and a crumpled mass of tissue grew from the back of the brain, or rather a brain without a skull.

Although the arm had been severed, the living corpse didn't care, as if the arm was just a useless decoration, and opened its mouth like Amber biting it in front of him.

"Click!"

The upper and lower jaws of the living corpse slammed together, shattering teeth and facial bones. A golden light pierced the jaws of the living corpse from the bottom up. With a crackling sound of crackling bones, the living corpses flew up.

Amber had leapt to the side of the living corpse, and she raised her knee to slam into the back of the corpse, then waved her hand down the throat.

"Bang!"

The living corpse, which had just sucked the flesh, was crushed by the shining vibration, and fell to the ground in several pieces. The sound of cracking and the disgusting sound of "poof" landing filled the ears.

Although Amber didn't play on the equinox, the combo at this moment was like a cloud of water. Griffith thought about it in her mind, and felt that if the two of them made a move, she would probably not be able to beat her.

"The trap activated this monster," Amber stroked her fluttering blonde hair, "but this guy is weak, not even a warm-up." Griffith, you're good in every way, but you don't have enough attack power. ”

"Boom!"

At the same time as the living corpses were destroyed, a violent roar was heard from the big house. Loud vibrations came down the floor and walls, as if the place was going to collapse at any moment.

The vibration was accompanied by a wave of cathartic qi, and a wanton agitation of demonic energy collided. Garrison mages, they should be handed over.

Griffith and Amber left the study, searching the location of the roar. They turned a corner and were confronted by men in strange uniforms. Griffith's subconscious shield swept and knocked him to the ground.

"Cultists?" Amber glanced at, "the gang from before?"

"Not sure, he's weak, not extraordinary. Griffith quickly tied the cultist's hands and feet and conducted a simple search.

This man, let's call it a man, described himself as extremely withered, his eyes were blank, saliva was flowing from the corners of his mouth that could not be closed, his skin was powdery ash, his abdomen was bulging, and his extremely thin chest could clearly see the traces of ribs, which was no better than the living corpse that had just appeared, as if his vitality and vitality had been sacrificed to his gods.

He was almost naked and wore only a teaching uniform. The rough black linen garments were painted in blood with an upward staircase, a sphere like the sun, and a twisted line of something I don't know what it was.

"I'll be interrogated later, let's go!"

Griffith tossed the cultist to the side and continued on. Soon, they met another flustered cultist, equally weak, who also had a red pattern painted on his black cloth uniform. The difference is that this person's drawing level is a little worse, the pattern of the sun is drawn like a square, and the strange threads are completely different.

They are supposed to draw patterns based on some kind of vision that comes to mind. This means that the existence they believe in is likely to be really hidden and powerful, and is plotting something.

Through the corridors and scattered rooms, the two soon arrived at the main hall of the mansion. It is very spacious, with a marble staircase connecting the first and second floors.

In the center of the hall stood a tall, burly figure, who was none other than the cult apostle Griffith had encountered earlier. In front of him, the Nexix mage with his wand in hand had been forced back to a corner of the hall. The apostle held a heavy hammer in his hand and swung it with a whirring wind.

He was chasing the garrison mage, and the terrifying attack kicked up a flying debris on the ground, smashing into a huge depression like a siege trebuchet's stone projectile falling to the ground.

"Don't come here!" Cornix shouted to Griffith and Griffith as he saw them coming through the passage, "This strange man is extremely powerful, and he will die in close combat." ”

As he spoke, the stationed mage pulled out a jar of brown dust crystals and flicked them around, touching his wand to an ornament on his chest.

Pitch-black silt rose from the marble floor near him, and a swampy rancid and eerie smell permeated. Before Griffith and Amber could help, the mud had spread to all corners of the hall, blocking the two back into the hallway.

The apostle's feet immediately sank deeper and deeper as if he were standing in a real swamp. The more his burly body struggled, the deeper it sank into the quagmire, unable to move.

Conix completed the generation of control effects with preset accessories and dust crystals for the first time. He chanted quickly and non-stop, and his powerful magic gathered on his wand, even in the face of monsters that had easily defeated Griffith, Ensign, and Sergeant Major:

"You have a strong life and fierce strength, so what, after all, you are a worm that cannot touch the mysteries of magic and the origin of the world.

"An inferior species that can't get the favor of magic, no matter how much you struggle, it's useless,

"Recall the irresistible truth of the world with the burning embers of life—

"Tremble under the domination and terror of magic!!"

The air whistled sharply that almost cracked through his eardrums, and with a terrifying sense of oppression, Conix hurled a wind blade at the Apostle. The fierce and frantic wind pressure sliced through his thick neck like a scythe, slicing his head away. The resolute and stiff head flew out, slammed into the wall, and bounced back, rolling around on the mud.

The horrible man who had been pierced by several throwing spears and still stood still didn't even touch the corner of the mage's clothes. His burly and muscular body froze in place, like a collapsing wall, and fell backwards slowly and unstoppably.

"Boom!"

Vast expanses of mud splattered on the ground, and the cultists' entrenched mansions trembled, falling dust and rubble.

"Heh, if you're a spellbreaker with high resistance, I'm probably a little jealous," Connicks' face flushed with mental exhaustion, "After all, magic is the master of this world. ”

He drank a vial of vitality potion and shouted to Griffith, who was still blocked by a large area of silt, "Spread out and search here, they should be hiding some seals or rituals." ”

The caster's lethality was terrifying! Griffith didn't want to miss a single detail in front of him, scrutinizing the battlefield.

The professors at Holmonwaltz are powerful, but they are dedicated scholars, and many of them have never even fought in real combat.

Connicks' situation is different, he serves as the garrison mage in such an important area as Neopolis Island as Sequence 7, and he really has a set. When confronted by the cult apostle with overwhelming power and vitality, he relied on the trinkets with preset effects to first quickly drop a large area of action control effects, restricting the apostle's movement and keeping his distance, and then resolved the battle with a high-impact blow with a quick chant spell without delay.

Enemies that Griffith's multiple armor-piercing spears couldn't knock down during the Mage Tower battle, Conix could easily do with a single spell.

What if I face such an enemy alone? He will definitely limit my movements, and then wear me down repeatedly with long-range strikes. Even with the blood qi with high resistance, it was difficult for me to hold on until his mental power was exhausted, and I couldn't even withstand the initial attack.

Griffith was lost in thought, ignoring Amber's soft reminder.

The mud at Connicks' feet dissipated and the smooth marble floor was revealed, making it impossible to imagine the swamp that had been plunged into a few seconds ago.

With his wand in hand, he walked over to the severed head, examining the wound and the black blood that had been spilled on the ground.

"Is this a man or a puppet?" Cornix muttered, then looked up in Griffith's direction, "Cadet Knight, you're still ......"

Before he could finish speaking, his body was suddenly dragged to the ground, and his head slammed on the floor.

"Stop him!"

A familiar exclamation rang out from the dizzy Conix's ears. He saw a headless black figure ride on top of him, meteorite-like falling fists and wind pressure filling all his vision.

"Phew!"

With a loud roar, a layer of shield shattered in an instant. The headless apostle pressed his huge palm against the face of the mage stationed there, his thumb clasped into his eye socket, and pressed it with all his might.

"Bang!"

Flying skull fragments, brains, and nerve-connected eyeballs splashed in the faces of Amber and Griffith, who were running towards the mage.