After learning about the distortion, Griffith also had a good idea of the situation on the scene, and even quickly conceived tactics.

The Barrier Breaker's extraordinary properties make him immune to fear and chaos effects, but unfortunately Amber behind him does not possess this ability. Even if Amber managed to distance herself from the effects of fear, she wouldn't even be able to support her melee abilities.

In a one-on-one head-to-head confrontation, Griffith is undoubtedly at a huge disadvantage in terms of strength and recovery.

However, the evaporation of reason and the indiscriminate charge can be fatal on the battlefield.

"You, why aren't you afraid of me?" Quarksol looked at the human in front of him with his remaining small eyes.

Griffith raised his saber in front of him and watched his foe pull away.

"I've been blessed by God," Quarksol pointed at Griffith with his finger that kept dropping bits and pieces, "Why, you're going to give me a Bayeran Cry or something else that makes my heart flutter, ahh

Before the aberrant could finish speaking, Griffith burst into a burst and rushed towards its left rear.

The whipped of tearing air followed. The aberrant Quarksol waved his left hand and whipped it towards Griffith's back.

A poisonous snake struck Griffith on the back, bursting open. There was a loud bang in the air, and Griffith, who had been hit, flew out like a ball, rolling on the deck.

"Little bug, do you want to hide in the corner of my vision?" the distorted Quaxor turned around as he shook his swollen body. The wound in its tattered left eye began to heal, and a mass of flesh and blood wriggled in the wound, apparently growing a new left eye. However, its flesh showed obvious decay and ulceration, as disgusting as a long-soaked corpse.

The leather and chain mail behind Griffith's back as he rolled on the deck had been torn a shocking cut, and the blood stained his clothes red. He struggled to his feet from the ground and ran toward the cabin in front of him.

Quarksol immediately chased after him. Not only had the apprentice knight in front of him just burst one of his eyes, but he was also one of the limited extraordinaries on this ship. If he is allowed to distance himself to find more javelins, he will still pose a little threat to the mighty Quarkthall.

The deformed figure, which was more than three meters in size, strode forward, flicking its scalp-tingling limbs to catch up. The thick wall panels of the cabin shattered in front of it like papier-mâché toys.

Another flash of cold light. An ice spear suddenly projected, piercing the distorted calf, pinning it to the floor.

Ice Gun?Magic?Quarksol blinked his little eyes, his almost rotten brain figuring out how this thing came to be.

Just then, Griffith rushed up. He wielded his sword and shield in both hands, barely protected from the attacks of the aberrations.

Quarksol immediately swung his hands and whipped it. The tangled vipers, centipedes, and reptiles slashed through the air with a loud thud and slammed into Griffith's shield.

Griffith's Vanguard shield blocked most of the damage from the terrifying attack, a violent hum echoing through the cabin. The battered shield flew straight out, and then a wall of ice appeared in front of him, blocking the second blow that followed.

Ice Construction is a spell that almost no one uses in actual combat. The frozen form does not last long, and consumes the caster's precious chant.

However, Griffith, who casts spells with pre-prepared runes, does not have this problem. He has the flexibility to choose the structure of the Frost Spell, and without chanting, he can construct simple forms such as walls, spears, and swords in a short time.

The ferocious whipping of Quarksol's left and right tentacles was ineffective, and he didn't know what to do with the situation in front of him for a while. It is a well-known axiom that a bloody legionnaire cannot cast spells.

Griffith leapt out of the shattered ice and swooped down behind Quarksol's raised right armpit.

Before the aberration could catch up with Griffith's movements. The lightning blow came.

The aberrant whip just now fully mobilized Griffith's bodily functions, and swung his twin blades at Quarkthor like lightning.

The saber slice the back of Quarksol's neck.

The frozen damage attached to the saber takes effect, and the rotting flesh wriggling around the wound is frozen, and it quickly necrosizes!

The Corrupted Feather Feather Feather stabbed into Quarksol's side.

The shadow damage attached to the corrupted feather fencing explodes in the body of the deviant, transmitting the vicious wound along the meridians!

Four in a row!

"Ahh

"Stop!" Quarksol gasped as he fell to his knees, "Leave me alone, I can give you money, property, potions, whatever you want." I'm Salian Quarksol......"

Griffith stopped abruptly and turned without saying a word to leave the chamber of the battle.

"Huh?" Quarkthor watched in surprise as the Cadet Knight left, only to think that it had all happened too suddenly.

Before the remnants of the aberration's brain could figure out what was going on, Griffith had already run back from the next cabin. He also carried two wooden barrels, one large and one small, in his hands, and threw them towards the insect aberration from a distance.

Quarksol sniffed the liquid, which was the smell of alcohol mixed with whale fat.

"What are you going to do? Wait, I'm the great and generous Salian Quaxol, and my name is known to everyone from the West Coast to the Broken Isles," Quarksol vaguely felt bad, "You can't kill me, why don't we work together?"

Griffith took an object from the wall and turned to look at the distorted form, which was no longer human.

"As long as we kill all the passengers on this ship, no one will know who I am!" Salian Quarksol said quickly with his swollen and corrupt mouthparts, "As long as you cooperate with me, no one will know the truth, and we can disguise ourselves as a sea monster attack!"

"I know," Griffiths fiddled with the object in his hand—an oil lamp used in the cabin. A flash of fire flickered and lit the wick.

"What are you going to do!?" shouted Quarksol, "are you going to light me with this broken oil lamp?!"

Griffith unscrewed the lampshade, glanced at the flickering firelight, and threw the lamp at the distortion.

"Boom!"

A scorching red shield suddenly appeared in front of the aberration. The oil lamp crashed into the shield and exploded into bright fireballs. But there were still sparks that ignited the grease on Quarksol's body and burned violently.

"Haha! Look, look! I have mastered it, this is the power of the great Salian Quaxol, the high-level fire spell - the shield of destruction of the fire god Razi," Quaksol, who was still on fire, shouted as he slapped the flames on his body, "next time I will be able to use this spell in its entirety, and no attack will be able to penetrate the shield of destruction's defenses." ”

"And how did you get hit by my ice gun in the first place?

"That's your shameless sneak attack! From now on, my body will be under the defense of Vulcan Razi's Shield of Destruction at all times, and no external attack can hurt me!" Quarkthor pounced triumphantly.

Griffith spun around and threw a dagger at the aberration. A shield as bright as a stream of heat suddenly flashed in front of Quarksol, and the dagger made of steel melted away in the shield-shaped barrier of heat before it could hit its target.

It's such a high temperature, and it reacts so quickly. Griffith, who had just wanted to try it out, was taken aback, turned around and ran.

The swollen distortion immediately chased after him. The walls of the cabin, which had been slammed into by Quarksol, were instantly shattered. Before it could be shattered by its strange power, the extreme temperature of the scorching flame shield had burned all obstacles to ashes.

At the same time, the wounds on Quarksol's massive body had begun to heal. The brutal wounds on its left eye, the back of its neck, and its ribs quickly sprouted new flesh, and the flame-burned epidermis peeled off, revealing a new layer of dead gray skin.

"Oh haha!" Quarksol swept around with his terrifying power, and Griffith didn't even dare to meet its attack.

"Strength! Strength is coming! My sacrifice has been successful, and the power I have obtained is genuine! Such the ultimate power beyond human beings!"

"God-given body, immortality——!" The rational evaporating Quarksol unleashed its power wantonly, shouting fiercely, "And this fire god Razi's shield of destruction!"

"Fear, tremble, mortal," Quarkthor raised his tentacle and slammed it at Griffith, who had been forced back to the side of the ship, "Destroy yourself with Quaxall's full force!"

Huge tentacles slammed into the deck, and the sturdy hardwood was instantly shattered into droplets by the strange force. The seven-masted galleon, the equinox, let out a ravaged wail, and its entire hull leaned to one side.

Griffith was swept away by the wind and flew off the side of the ship like a paper man. In his frustration, he reached out and grabbed a piece of broken deck, and at the same time slammed into the ship's plank with a cracking sound. A palm-long iron nail flew over and stabbed him in the shoulder, splattering a splash of blood.

Even if he was just hit by the aftermath of the attack, Griffith was badly traumatized, dangling like a butterfly specimen hanging from a thumbtack.

"Poor and poor, really poor mortals. You can't run away now, I've got you!" Salian Quarksol pounced again. In its eyes, Griffith is a pea rolling in front of him, and although he hates it, eating him is a spoonful of things!

At this moment, Griffith, covered in blood, raised his right hand, pointed at the monster that pounced, and said, "You're finished!

"Hah, don't you have brains in your head, humans!" Salian Quarksol waved his tentacles of incredible power, "you have no way to escape! On the side of the sloping ship, my tentacles can move easily, and you have no place to stand—wow!"

Distortors will always be affected by the negative state of unbalanced center of gravity, rational evaporation, and indiscriminate charge during combat.

In the process of frantic thrust, it suddenly slipped on its feet, completely lost its center of gravity and rolled towards the sea.

"Ice! Ice?"

Wherever Quarksol passed, it was covered with a thick layer of ice, smooth as a mirror.

Griffith hung on a wooden stick on the side, barely opening his blood-soaked eyes: "Your feet are covered with ice, Salian Quarksol, you will fall directly into the sea, go and be with the fish and shrimp!"