The horse's hooves stepped over the earth, rolling like thunder, and it hit the heart.

The horse's furious acceleration nearly threw Griffith off his horse.

He burst through the smoke like a storm, his whole body trembling to the rhythm of the horse's hooves.

In addition to the quiet and focused mood, a long-lost surging pride goes straight to the bone marrow, trembling and resonating in the heart:

"Got you, cultists!

"This blow heralds the end of you,

"My iron hoof will sanction you!"

......

One of the outermost female archers suddenly saw the armored horse emerge from the smoke, and with a scream, she bent her bow and fired an arrow.

There was a muffled thud on Griffith's breastplate. Sharp arrows collided with the slanted cuirass and flew out.

Griffith didn't even look at it, grabbed the round shield with his left hand, and swept it over the face of the female archer with the dash of his horse. He didn't even exert his strength before the edge of the sharp round shield sliced through the shooter's face, sending half of her head flying along with her ponytail.

He retracted the shield, the blood thorns had been flattened, and pointed it at one of the most threatening wizards, stabbing head-on.

The cultist wizard who was attacked still had an expression of disbelief on his face.

The bloodthorn pierced through his eye socket with precision in the high-speed impact, piercing the back of his head, but instead of the usual blockade from the spear, it bent slightly, and then suddenly bounced up, blowing the entire skull out.

"Two. ”

Meditius suddenly found himself within striking distance of the lancers, and that one of his fellow casters not far away had already been killed. He chanted a spell at a rapid pace, and several sharp ice picks rose from the ground and blocked in his way.

Griffith wielded his horselance in his hand and swung it like a sword. The lance blade cuts through the hard ice picks, cutting off the sharp tip in an instant.

The ice spike that stood in front of Meditius became a harmless and comical icicle in the blink of an eye. Before he could utter the next incantation, the armored cavalry had already stepped on his horse.

"No!" Phil saw that he was about to be run over by iron hooves, and hurriedly bit his finger away, sketching improvised magic patterns in the air.

The horse's hooves smashed the icicles, knocking him down before Medicius could scream, and then ran over him.

At that moment, a jerky blocking force came from the horse's hooves, and Griffith saw a pale golden halo suddenly emerge, protecting the wizard.

Is it the same type of ability as my soul contract?

Psionic ripples clearly linked the shield to a nearby woman, who must have been another part of the contract. How naïve to be so close.

Griffith's right hand flipped over, and the horse lance had already adjusted the angle and posture in his hand, and stabbed it head-on towards the gorgeous woman who was a party to the contract.

The lance stabbed through Phil's mouth, who was still singing, and through her throat. Griffith tore her neck apart with a single send, then retracted his strength and whipped his lance out and swung it at another fleeing foe, tearing off half of his shoulder.

"Phil!" the badly injured Medihuus stared. Before he could make up his mind to take revenge, the light shield on his body was gone, and the galloping armored cavalry leaned his horse and turned rapidly.

"Protect Meditius!"

Reef arrived with the melee group, and the fanatics ran to the front, shouting anxiously.

Griffith was spinning sharply as he drew a throwing gun from the saddle and threw it at Meditius with a flick. The spear stabbed at the speed of the galloping horse, making a tearing sound that broke through the air.

Meditius tore open a scroll in despair, and his form immediately became nothing. The gun passed through the shadow, but the real body was gone.

"Don't let him escape!" another wizard shouted, "Stop him." ”

Griffith's razor-sharp gaze swept across the audience, and the strange light on the blood thorn in his hand fluctuated again and again. He slammed his spear on the ground, and an invisible impact swept in.

The caster present suddenly felt a bout of gagging and suffocation, accompanied by a severe headache. Meditheus's figure immediately appeared not far away, kneeling to the ground with a decadent expression.

"Demon breaker, his spear has the power to dispel magic in an area!" Meditius shouted in despair.

Griffith's lance came in the blink of an eye, stabbed him in the throat, and cut off his head.

......

The members of the reef and melee teams were stunned.

The sudden arrival of armored cavalry had ravaged the back row of wizards and archers, half of the only four spellcasters had been killed, and the head of the team leader was already rolling on the ground. Everywhere Baiyelan Jingjia went, it was like a wave of wheat blown by the wind, and it was like a broken bamboo.

Those who were attacked were not without protection and magic protection, but under the terrible cavalry attack, the armor and defense were gone, and if they were hit, they would either be killed or wounded.

"Up!" Reef roared loudly. But before the melee group around him could disperse completely, Griffith had already arrived. He held his horse lance and stabbed it at the reef in the shoulder.

The sharp eight-sided lance stabbed into the flesh of the reef, severing his shoulder blades. The force of the impact is reversed, and if it is replaced by an ordinary riding spear, it must be broken on the spot. But the horse's takugi was extremely flexible, bending into an arc at the moment of impact, and the power was leaking to both ends.

There was a tremor in Griffith's hand, and the shield warrior who had been stabbed in front of him had been picked out by the horse lance, and he fell to the ground in a panic.

Griffith, a man in armor, slammed headlong into the chaotic crowd, scavenging with bloodthorns. The flesh and blood of the cult within the reach of the lance blade flew everywhere, and another warrior with a two-handed sword was killed on the spot.

The surviving wizard and Jorgen looked at each other, and the two began to chant unspeakable spells wildly.

Patches of mud appeared on the ground near Griffith, and even muddy palms came out of it, grabbing at the horses' hooves.

Griffith didn't stop, smashing his horse past the two cultists, leaving his muddy palms behind him, and galloping away into the smoke.

In the first round of charge, the cultists were killed 5 people, and 15 remained.

......

"Gather up!" Reef shouted, "Protect the caster!

In addition to those who were killed on the spot, several of the wounded struggled to remove the potions and bandages, and the others ran for the only two casters from all directions.

This armored cavalry will definitely prioritize attacking the caster who can restrict his movements, as long as his path is blocked, things will still turn around.

A moment later, the horse's hurried hooves struck the earth again.

Griffith emerged from the smoke again, but instead of lunging at the crowd of wizards and Jorgen, he ran over a running axeman.

"Why me!?" the Great Axe shouted, "Reef Lord save me!"

"Steady, don't move!" shouted Reef through gritted teeth, "Don't get into his rhythm, stick to the caster." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Griffith stabbed him and stabbed the giant axe hand through his chest.

The great axeman was picked up by the elastic lance, and he was not dead on the spot, rolling on the ground a few times, and with his last breath he called for help to the others.

"Help me. ”

Griffith had already run over his horse, and his horse's hooves had stepped into the hole in his chest, and came out of his chest. The great axe man hung on the horse's hooves and was taken ten paces away, his lungs and intestines spilled all over the ground.

Several of the women in the cult vomited on the spot, and the others also had sad expressions.

"Steady, no matter what happens, can't be dispersed. Reef roared, "ranged group, attack him." ”

Griffith led the horse to kick in place, and threw the body hanging from the horse's leg. Four arrows were fired at him, nailing into the breastplate and waistcoat with a dull sound.

"Attack, don't stop!" shouted the cultists with melee weapons in hand, and the remaining wizards and Jorgen began to chant.

Griffith turned his horse's head and charged at the cultist's flank. He placed the vanguard shield on the side of his saddle forward, and there were several whistles in the air, and a series of dense noises came out of the shield like hailstones.

He retracted his lance, flipped his hand and took out his throwing gun, and then galloped towards the crowd of archers who were bending their bows and firing.

"Bang!"

An archer who was firing at a rapid rate was hit by a throwing gun, plunged through his left shoulder, pierced through his right chest, and smashed directly into the crowd behind him, almost breaking into two pieces.

Splashes of blood and organs covered the faces of the nearby cultists, and one of the melee assassins pounced on them with a wild scream, rolling towards the galloping armored cavalry, and two blood-light short swords chopped the horse's legs.

He is extremely agile and determined. But the striking-blow came to a halt just a stone's throw from the horse's leg. An extremely cold air swept through his body and froze him. The bloody thorns followed, piercing into the eye socket and out of the brain.

Griffith swept past and disappeared into the smoke again.

The second charge. The cultists have been killed 8 people, remnants 12.

......

"No, no, we're all going to die here!"

"His spear skills are very good, and he specializes in finding soft places to stab!"

The cultists are already in disarray. Some screamed frantically, others smeared the blood and flesh on their faces.

In a very short time, 2 spellcasters, 3 archers, 2 warriors, and 1 assassin were killed, and the fierce and cunning armored cavalry once again hid in the fog.

"Can't be scattered, can't be dispersed. The reef and the last remaining wizard were sweating profusely, and "he must be surrounded."

Jorg kept his head down, ignoring his teammates and not knowing what he was singing.

"Lord Reef, launch an attack," Deputy Defense Angus said suddenly, "Leave the safety of the wizard to me." I want to use the power of the Creator's gifts. ”

I don't know how long it took, but before everyone present could sort out the confusion, the terrifying sound of horses' hooves came down from the smoke again.

Reef gritted his teeth: "Okay, everyone is attacking with all their might, Angus, the protection of the back row depends on you." ”

Griffith reappears in a blurred field of vision. As soon as he appeared, fireballs, bows and arrows, and throwing knives smashed at him.

He felt his shoulders sink and a piece of scapularplate flew out. There were also heavy blows and pain on the cuirassa.

The cultist's ranged attackers have spread out and are concentrating on him from all directions.

Griffith's goal is very clear, and the caster hiding behind must be killed first. With his spear and heavy armor, he rushed towards the wizard.

The formation of the cultists had dispersed, everyone was attacking, and shield-wielding guards surrounded them in an attempt to intercept them.

At the same time, he felt a powerful current of air halting his movements, slowing him down, the result of the wizard's determination. Although Griffith has Demon Resistance and Bloodthorn, it is difficult to fully exempt from the effects or activate them in quick succession.

Determined, but without the shield guard, you're the next target.

Griffith drew his throwing spear and hurled it at the wizard as he skimmed the edge of the cultists.

"Phew!"

A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of the wizard who was originally unmanned. Angus flickered some distance, appeared out of thin air in the path of the spear, and used his shield to catch the inevitable blow. The spear pierced through the shield and into his chest, even bending in the violent impact.

"He's run out of throwing guns!" Reef perked up, "Attack, kill him!"

Nice idea, deliberately creating the illusion of a random charge, blocking it with the shield guard's hidden special ability when I attack the wizard, consuming my last throwing gun.

However, this plan had to be based on the fact that I had no other means of long-range attack.

Griffith's torch-like gaze immediately locked on the last wizard, the power of the black horn necklace had been activated, and a roaring mountain phantom appeared behind him, surging anger and power poured into his body, and the next attack would deal double the damage.

Reef was desperate to see a sharp and ferocious ice spear already taking shape in the hands of the armored cavalry, and the terrifying momentum that people dared not look at directly was embodied behind him, locking the wizard who was about to avoid the crowd.

"Stop his projection!"

It was too late, and Griffith's mobility was unmatched. He had already made a detour with the speed of his horse, opening the gap in the crowd and throwing it at the wizard with all his might, the terrible wind pressure brushing the head of the desperately chasing Angus, and a terrible scream exploded behind him. Warm blood splattered onto his face.

The last wizard did not escape Griffith's hands after all.

A scream sounded to the ears of the cultists, undoubtedly a prophecy of doom. The wind that held Griffith back had dissipated.

"The only wizards who can control his movements are gone, so I will retreat first," Jorgen said in a low voice, "Griffith, I remember you, and I will take your life next time." ”

As soon as his words fell, one of the ornaments on his body shimmered with an illusory light, and disappeared without a trace like foam on the seashore.

The third charge. The cultists have killed 9 people, fled 1 and left 10.

......

The fanatics ran around the battlefield like crazy with the others. The plan was completely out of order.

At first, their team was able to fight back and forth with the armored cavalry, but suddenly the target turned into a puddle of mud, and the real body appeared from the smoke, greatly increasing in speed, strength, and skill, shattering their defenses in the blink of an eye, killing the team leader and key members in pieces.

Even the mysterious Jörgen fled despite the Creator's punishment.

After a brief lull, Griffith struck his way through the smoke for the fourth time, leaving the remaining ten in a chaotic mess. After each assault, he quickly left, diving into the smoke and then using his speed to attack the weak corners of the defense.

Angus, the defensive deputy who had fought bravely in the battle just now, was killed first, he had already been wounded in the chest, and before he could recover, he was targeted, and he was stabbed through with a shot before he even had time to hide in the cover of his teammates.

"Fight him!" shouted the thorn, leading the man to fly forward.

What fierce cultists, won't they be afraid and discouraged?

Griffith was a little shocked, as if the cultists were determined to fight to the last man.

A sharp knife pierced the chain mail in his thigh, nearly causing him to fall off his horse. His breastplate was jammed with arrows and rampage like a porcupine.

Griffith endured the pain and tossed it with an ice gun that hadn't dissipated yet. Not far away, a shooter who was shooting at him was shot through the stomach and flew upside down. He then drew his sword and slashed head-on at a warrior who was about to pull him off his horse. The blade sliced through the warrior's helmet, snapping in two and embedding it in the warrior's skull.

The bloodthorns in their hands were chirping wildly, reveling for the sumptuous sacrifice.

One by one, manic, cruel, and tyrannical thoughts began to flood Griffith's brain, driving him to trample the corpses on the ground, return and slaughter the young soldiers who were still guarding the entrance, burn the civilians on the mountain, and then humiliate the beautiful and mysterious Arandelle.

"What are you waiting for? What are you still rubbing! With such power, who else dares to stand in front of you?"

Griffith felt himself bleeding profusely, and the cultist's dense attacks had left him with more than a dozen wounds. The blood of the enemies he had slain in battle was healing him, but gradually, he found that it was no longer satisfying him.

More, more blood and power are needed!

Bloodthorn's voice had turned into a murky whisper, tempting him to let go of himself and embrace the weapon completely.

"What are you hesitating about? After all, it's a mortal body, and with the blessing of my power, it's almost to the limit!"

Bloodthorn's whispers were endless: "You will be killed, although you have severely injured these cultists, but they also have their own gods watching, and you must be the one who will be consumed and die in the end!"

"Accept me, accept me!"

"There's going to be no time!"

Griffith's brain was already a little blurry. He and the unstoppable onslaught of the horses knocked over a shooter, and in the blink of an eye, they were crushed to pieces. However, the other cultists finally caught up and surrounded him, beckoning him with various weapons.

The horse under its crotch was also covered in bruises, and it raised its front hooves high and stood up, throwing Griffith out.

"Bang dang!"

Griffith slammed to the ground.

This time it choked him enough. As he struggled to get up, the blood-stained murder weapon fell to the ground unwillingly, making a trembling buzzing sound.

The war horse rushed out of the crowd, but it actually lowered its head and bit the blood thorns on the ground, raised its four hooves, and fled in the direction of Cangyue Mountain with the vanguard of the cavalry shield.

"Hey, wait!" Griffith could barely reach out for the fleeing horse.

His physical and mental strength had been consumed a lot in the battle just now, and he was already a little unable to support it.

Fortunately, he was left alone on the bloody battlefield, not only without his main weapon, shield and warhorse, but also plagued by bouts of vertigo.

......

The seven remaining cultists surrounded them.

They were armed with great axes, short knives, and daggers, and their faces were fierce, and there was a hint of hope in their eyes.

"Finally, finally dismounted," the thorn had a deep cut in his face, looking particularly ferocious.

They also have 2 shield guards, 1 archer and 2 warriors and 2 assassins.

Griffith shook his body and got up from the ground, straightened his armor, picked up the fallen helmet and put it back on, and barely smiled:

"So, gentlemen and misses, let's begin the fifth round, and good luck to you. ”

An icy sword condensed in his hand, and Griffith greeted his foe with a saber in his hand.

"Kill !!"

One of the shield guards attacked first, slamming into it with his shield raised.

Griffith dodged his impact with a dodge of the saber, flickering the shield guard's hatchet and stabbing him in the jaw with his ice sword.

A sharp pain nearly tore through Griffith's back, and the two assassins had circled behind him and stabbed him twice unceremoniously. The reef also took over the fallen shield guards, pressing down like mountains.

Griffith struck back, slashing at an assassin's neck, his ice sword and saber crossed, and swirled in the direction of the reef to block his attack, his hands slashing. The Assassin's head was left with only a layer of flesh attached to his body, and the shield that pressed against the reef fell.

"Kill!" a warrior swung his sword and slashed right at the ice sword, splitting it into a cloud of ice.

"He's dying!

An archer in the distance shouted, and then an arrow struck through the breastplate diagonally into Griffith's shoulder socket, nearly driving it into his throat.

Griffith's eyes flashed fiercely, and the saber swung down the great sword that crushed the warrior, and the corrupted feather fencing of his left hand stabbed him into the eye socket.

"Uh, woo~"

The warrior widened his other eye, almost in disbelief, and slowly fell backwards.

......

"Phew, huh—"

Everyone was panting.

The confrontation just now added three more corpses to the ground.

However, the cultists are still resolutely determined to fight it.

Then let's fight!

Griffith throws away the helmet. In the battle just now, I don't know who gave him a mace to give him a hard blow to the head, and if it weren't for the iron helmet, he would have been knocked down.

Blood covered half of his face, a mixture of sweat and coarseness, making it difficult for him to orient.

"He's not going to do it, kill him!"

The cultists swarmed up again.

Griffith's right hand holding the sword pressed downward, and immediately a wave of freezing air froze the three people around him, he took out the medicine bottle and smashed it downward, turning and rushing straight at the last archer.

The last archer was a nimble woman, and she did not panic when she saw Griffith rushing towards him, and at the last moment she shot an arrow through his shoulder, and then she rolled to the right with agility, lost her bow and arrow, and drew a short knife and stabbed it.

At the same time, the hidden thorn didn't know how to break free from the shackles of deceleration, and rushed to his side, forming a flanking attack.

Griffith gave the archer a sword, but the two men's four short knives also stabbed at him.

"Woo——!"

The pain nearly knocked him to the ground.

However, the liquidation was triggered. Griffith unleashed his saber and corrupted feather fencing with lightning speed.

Sabres and freeze split half of the shooter's face.

Feather Feather Fencing was wrapped in furious shadow damage and smashed Hidden Thorn's belly, sending flesh flying!

The hidden stab that succeeded in the sneak attack was not dead on the spot, and was slashed to the point of a heart-rending scream. His figure suddenly turned into a Dao Illusion, and he held two short knives and danced like a storm.

Griffith only felt the sword light and sword shadow around him, and the flames on his breastplate were splashing, and he was instantly beaten all over his body by this series of attacks.

The terrorist attack lasted for a few seconds and ended abruptly. The thorn lost its vitality like a gray wax figure and fell backwards, muttering to himself, "Almost, it's gone." ”

The smoke had cleared, and only Griffith, Reef, and another warrior were still standing. They looked at each other, but they didn't act.

"Goo-dong!"

Griffith pulled out a vial of life potion and drank it. His armor and body had been wounded in more than a dozen places, and blood had accumulated all over his boots, even if he drank the life potion now, it was only to stop the bleeding and heal, and the exhaustion of physical strength and energy could not be solved.

"Ah——!h

The last remaining warrior swooped down with a desperate roar, slashing at Griffith. But he had lost his mind, and the deflected sword was easily dodged, and then the corrupted feather fencing pierced his throat.

Reef watched as his companion's corpse fell to the ground with a thud, threw away his shield, and took off the sword behind his back and walked slowly.

"I didn't expect you to be so powerful, twenty people to one person actually came to this step. "The aura of the reef became steady and powerful, approaching unhurriedly.

"You're tough, too," Griffiths stood in place with his weapons in both hands, blood and injuries that allowed him to open only one eye, "why fight to this point? ”

"The will of the Creator is absolute," Reef whispered, "and we are here to fight you, and your tragedy is already doomed. ”

Griffith's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he raised the saber in his hand above his head. Reef also hurried forward, raising his sword and slashing at Griffith.

Griffith did not dodge or dodge, and used his saber to fend off the heavy sword. At the moment when the swords intertwined, the reef still couldn't help but rejoice in his heart.

If you succeed, your saber will be cut in two by my sword, and then your shoulder and ribs!

As soon as the thought came to him, Reef suddenly saw Griffith's saber tilt downward, not with a sword to resist, but with a curved blade to unload Reef's attack on his right shoulder.

Before Reef could scream, Griffith stepped forward, throwing the blade and all of Reef's strength over his right shoulder.

"Poof!"

The corrupted feather fencing pierced Reef's chest, and then the saber swept through his neck, robbing him of life.

Griffith held his foe's body like an old friend and let him slowly fall.