Amber threw a full blow at the apostle. The latter didn't even have time to withdraw his hand from the corpse of the mage stationed there, and smashed it out like a cannonball.

The punch broke through the trajectory of a fast spiral in the air, and even the blood and dust splashed in the hall were swept away. The apostle chiseled through the walls and fell on his back across several rooms. His left shoulder and arm had been crushed by the blow, and had turned into a crumbling mass of rotten flesh and bones.

"Griffith backs," Amber hammered at his chest with his elamide-wrapped handarmour, "I'm going to fight with all my might." ”

The headless cult apostle rose from the ruins, oblivious to mortal mortal mortal mortal injuries. He drooped his broken left arm and struck him.

"Very well, though I don't know where you came from, or a puppet of an evil god," Amber walked through the rubble with sensual and vigorous steps, her eyes sparkling around her with a flaming golden glitter, her eyes becoming focused and determined, even a hint of excitement.

"Let me show you the power of the Chosen Ones of Thunder and Storm. ”

The wind whipped up dust and rubble, crackling against Griffith's armor. In the roaring waves of air and explosions, Amber turned into a continuous phantom and slammed into the Apostle head-on, scurrying sideways to avoid the sweep and slamming into his flank.

The Adamantite Gauntlet tore open the Apostle's abs, where it broke through the flesh and bones, infusing it with golden power. The apostle was smothered backwards and immediately responded with an elbow, Amber's agile stride sweeping towards his right knee.

With a chilling cracking sound, the apostle's knee snapped and fell to his knees. However, he didn't care about the pain, and his burly body was like a rushing mudslide.

The fist that was enough to strike a fatal blow to the Sequence 7 Extraordinary roared, and the strength alone was already earth-shattering. He was like a windmill in the shape of a humanoid, with intact legs, feet, and severed limbs, and even broken bones exposed to the air, terrifying weapons that swirled and swept without hesitation.

Amber raised her hand and lifted the apostle's right arm in the sweeping void and punched him under the side. The invisible air flow was suffocated, and then burst out like an explosion.

Griffith tried to help, but couldn't keep up with the two of them. Amber and the Apostles fought together like thunder and lightning and mountains, breaking down walls and houses everywhere they went.

The pillars and walls of the mansion were like rubble and quicksand under the terrifying force of the apostles, falling apart in pieces. In a matter of seconds of fighting, the two fought from the hall to the study, shattering the lounge and dining room, and finally trampling the bathroom and flower room into pieces, and the roar and arc of electricity made the wind and clouds turn and the grass and trees were stunned. The entire east side of the building was crumbling, and finally it couldn't hold it anymore and collapsed with a bang.

In the dust, the severed water pipes in the bathroom sprayed water into the sky for a while. The beams and columns rattled and fell in pieces.

Amber leaped forward, standing deftly on top of a broken wall. Her delicate cheeks were half smeared with blood, and her armor and body were covered with slashes from the splatters of rubble. Although she dodged all deadly attacks, the aftermath of the Apostle's terrifying powers wounded her.

Beneath the ruins, the headless apostle had broken his left arm, his right leg broken, his right rib disintegrated, and golden and silver arcs of lightning were tearing at his wounds. But he remained indifferent, half-kneeling on the ground, and even dug his head out of the rubble.

"If it were a general, he would have died. ”

Amber's curly, fluffy blonde hair fluttered in the wind, her body was soaked in blood, but her eyes and momentum were as hot as flames.

"Not bad, not bad!"

The blonde girl wiped the blood between her eyebrows and eyes and shook it off, bowed her back slightly, and was ready to attack like a storm.

Griffith found that Amber's blue eyes had turned a blood-red red, and the terrifying surging battle intent was like a great wave. If Amber is usually a hot and cheerful southern girl, now she is a different creature entirely.

She roared with the same momentum and fanaticism that even the orc warriors of the East sighed at themselves:

"Thunder and Storm above, this monster is worth fighting!"

The apostle suddenly ripped off his left arm and threw it at Amber as he swooped down.

"Boom!"

A bright ball of light exploded, and a sudden shockwave sent Amber and Griffith flying into the rubble. The city guards who were approaching from all sides fell in an instant.

......

Griffith crawled out of the rubble, and found that there was not much left of the mansion, and the city guards and other extraordinary people fell to the ground. The apostle, who had broken his leg, jumped on a horse and fled down the mountain.

"Amber!" Griffith dug up the girl who was half-buried in the rubble, and was overjoyed to find that she was fine. Let's go after him!"

"No, no," Amber shook her head breathlessly, already discouraged, "I, I need to rest for a while." You go, don't, don't go head-to-head. ”

"Understood. Griffith grabbed a horse from the outer cordon, jumped up, and traced it in the direction of the apostle's escape.

He chased from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and was surprised to find that the winding mountain road was crowded with people everywhere.

They gathered here early in the morning, shouting and excited. From time to time, a racing carriage sped past them, whistling through the extremely dangerous hairpin bends.

There was a race this morning. The race of the harmony with it. Wait a minute, the Hanami Festival also starts tonight!

Griffith let out a bad cry as the Apostle scrambled through the speeding carriage with his head between his legs. He himself didn't have such a big courage, so he could only take a detour.

The two carriages at the front were indistinguishable, and the carriage on the inside was already in a good position, and as long as you passed the hairpin in front of you, you could enter the straight to the finish line, and victory was in sight.

The outer carriage had no intention of giving up. The rider steered the carriage with great skill, and the metal wheels covered in expensive rubber were already pressed against the gutter on the side of the road, drifting inward and looking ready to cut into the inner line.

I won!" cheered the rider in his heart. Suddenly, he saw a burly figure appear beside him. The figure had no head, but raised its left hand when it was next to him, revealing a bloodstained head.

Blood-red eyes stared at the driver with an incredulous face, and said:

"You're speeding, pay attention to traffic safety. ”

"Wow!" the rider screamed in fright, crashing into the curb ramp with the inside carriage.

This impact knocked the Apostle off the track as well. With only one hand and one leg, he could not control his horse, and rushed in the direction of the cliff and the sea, and then fell heavily on a protruding platform.

"Wow!"

The shouting and reveling spectators dispersed.

The apostle held his head and struggled to his feet from the ground. Suddenly, a terrible thud erupted from behind him. A throwing gun pierced his left leg, nearly breaking the joint.

Griffith threw all three shots without stopping. Although he still has more energy to project, it will take a lot of physical strength and even cause physical damage. Three throwing guns in a one-on-one battle is enough to kill or wreak havoc on a goblin troll, and even a mountain monster is enough to choke.

However, the apostles did not seem to be in trouble. For him, it seems that apart from joint damage, other penetrating injuries are no big deal. He grasped the spear that had pierced his torso and slowly pulled it out.

What is this monster made of!?The gun is twisted and deformed by the violent impact when it hits, and pulling it out of the body will cause even more serious secondary trauma!

But the apostle in front of him, as if indifferent to the laceration wound, drew his crooked spear and threw it aside, then went to pull out a second one.

Griffith was stunned.

The flesh was torn apart and fell to the ground piece by piece. The apostle's resolute face did not speak of pain, not even the rapid breathing appeared.

The Apostle was able to launch a lethal counterattack after suffering a spell kill blow from Cornix, and then engaged in a high-speed battle with Amber that would knock me half to death with every punch, and continued to fight after I caught up, indifferent to the heavy blow of the spear......

Is he an undead or a puppet? Griffith slowly moves around the apostle to keep his distance, finding himself a good foothold on the battlefield.

He knew that if he entered hand-to-hand combat with his own body, the overwhelming power of the apostle would shatter his bones in the first place. However, as long as the apostles had the heart to fight, there was still a chance. If he doesn't fight, that's fine, as long as he doesn't let him run, sooner or later the garrison of the port will come with heavy weapons.

You monster can't even hold a bed crossbow! This time I think someone can stop me from using artillery! Griffith's brain was running at high speed, and he was contemplating one vicious plan after another.

The monster, with all its legs damaged, gave up on its flight, dragged its severed limbs, and crushed Griffith with its hands on the ground like a curly-haired baboon. He was undoubtedly convinced that it only took one blow to kill this human.

Griffith retreated to the edge of the cliff, and when he saw the mad apostle approaching him, he suddenly turned and jumped off the cliff. The apostle followed, falling like a meteorite.

"Fooled, puppet!" Griffith cheered inwardly, "This is my Griffith's tactical trap!

Griffith unleashed the spell, but his goal was not to be an apostle, but to continue to pour the cold into the sea.

"Plop!"

Griffith fell into the water first.

After he smashed into the water, the place where he fell into the water immediately froze into extremely thick ice, and there were even dense spikes that raised upward.

The sea has become a trap for hunting apostles. Many battles have shown that although the Apostle has no fatal weakness and is extremely powerful, his defense is not so impressive.

"Boom!"

The Apostle slammed into it, letting out a tooth-itching, terrifying thud. The ice shattered at the moment, splattering like fragments, even stabbing Griffith, who had already taken refuge underwater, but also tearing apart the apostle's body.

The mighty and terrifying headless monster shattered like the dung of a wild bird in the sky, and sank into the sea.

Even if it's still alive, its shattered body has lost the ability to fight and move, and is at my mercy. Damn monsters, watch me pry out your secrets and panty colors!

Griffith surfaced, took a deep breath, and prepared to dive to search for the other's extraordinary characteristics.

"Level 5 psionic ripples detected, evacuate quickly!" Minos suddenly issued a hurried warning, "This lifeform has no extraordinary properties and essentia, and the wreckage is extremely dangerous. Evacuate quickly. ”

What the!?

Griffith didn't have time to ask, turned and fled desperately into the distance. Although the Bone Ring has many secrets, the cooperation between the two sides has been good. He hadn't swum long before an earth-shattering shock wave swept him up, wrapped in the waves, and threw him far away.

The wreckage of the Apostle exploded like the Mage Tower, and the terrifying shockwave threw Griffith, who had not fled far, out of the water, leaving the flesh and blood in a blur, and the leather armor completely damaged.

Griffith flew out like a rag doll, fainted with half of his torn chain mail, and sank to the bottom of the sea.

......

In a trance, he seemed to see a beautiful woman coming to his side. She is so beautiful and graceful that she simply shouldn't be in the world. However, there was a strange feeling that frightened him from the bottom of his heart, and he had no blasphemy thoughts at all.

"Who is it?"

Griffith gradually woke up from his coma. He had the feeling that his head was resting on the girl's wonderful legs. When he was about to open his eyes, his head thumped on the ground, and the sound of falling water was heard in his ears.

Ah, where am I?" Griffith rubbed his head and sat up, realizing that his chain mail had also been lost, and he was wet from the water. There was not a single part of his body that did not hurt, and he was very weak.

"Are you alright? Miss Arandelle looked at him from the sea.

This mysterious and charming maiden wore long hair and showed her round, fair shoulders, which rose and fell slightly in the sea, almost revealing her charming curves.

"You saved me?"

"Yes," said Arandelle, "you choked on a lot of water and your injuries are severe, and I gave you some treatment, and you should be fine now." ”

"Thanks, have you stayed by my side?"

"yes, or I'll be sad if you wake up and forget about me," Alaandelle added, watching Griffith's cheeks turn red, "Just kidding." ”

The blue waters are crystal clear, but the waves and reflections of the sea surface are just right to obscure Arandelle's curves and secrets. Her shoulders were bare, her smooth curves and fair skin as if she were wearing nothing.

"Where is this?"

"The southernmost point of Neopolis, known as the end of the world," Alaandelle pointed to a black reef in the distance with her bare arm, "and I happened to be swimming nearby. ”

"Have you swam a long distance with me?" Griffith could roughly tell where he had fallen into the water on the east side of the world, and now to the west.

"I'm amazing. ”

"Miss Alandelle, do you usually swim here? It's not safe here, there was a fight just now. Griffith said earnestly. As a matter of common sense, it is dangerous for such a beautiful girl to be alone on the uninhabited seashore. However, there was a vague feeling, even something indescribable, that made him feel that this was not the case.

"It's not dangerous," Alandelle shook her head, "It's all my minions around here, and I'm safe." ”

I didn't see a single minion. Griffith laughed, "How do I go back? ”

"Come with me!" Alaandelle smiled lightly, "there is no road to the land here, we can only swim back and we can have breakfast together." ”

"I'm in a hurry and I have to report the situation to my superiors as soon as possible. ”

"Then I'll have breakfast, too! I'll have someone tell you for you, come on, I'll take you back." Arandelle held out her hand to Griffith on the reef.

Bright and beautiful girls swam towards Griffith, graceful and sensual, more graceful than any woman he had ever seen.

Griffith's eyes couldn't help but cast his eyes on the clear blue waters, wanting to see the beauty of the world.

Before he could see anything. Maybe it's because the battle consumes too much energy, or maybe the reef is slippery, or maybe it's because the center of gravity is unstable. Griffith fell into the water with a thud.

"Gollum!"

Griffith bubbled and struggled to surface. Alaandelle came up from behind, slender hands on broad shoulders, and a smile like a song drew his mind into the distance.

The girl nudged him behind her back and chuckled softly beside the clumsy midshipman.

"You can't look back!"

"Of course, of course. ”

Griffith felt his body very light, and the warm sea enveloped him, like a gentle dreamland. His mood relaxed, and his mind became more clear.

But, soon he had a feeling. I'm surrounded by something.

Beneath the clear blue sea, something seemed to be swimming and wandering like he had never seen before.

It was extremely quiet, and Arandelle barely made a sound. The silence amplified Griffith's fears and inspirations, as if he were swimming across a bottomless abyss, and just below the sight and the surface of the sea, there was something beyond his common sense and imagination.

"Alandelle, are you there?"

Griffith felt his teeth chatter slightly. Although the sea was comfortably warm, the fear of the unknown and an inexplicable chill had enveloped him.

"What's the matter?" the girl leaned over softly, and whispered softly in his ear, "do you see anything?"

No, I didn't see anything.

Griffith didn't see anything.

However, there seemed to be some kind of shadow underneath the waves, and it was maintaining the same graceful rhythm as the glamorous Alalandelle. This elegance has a sense of suffocation and oppression that people can't look at directly, like an illusion, but it is extremely real.

Obviously, you can see her true face with just a glance at the sea water behind her, but you can't have the slightest idea and courage.

"We're here!"

Arandelle patted Griffith on the shoulder and pushed him to the shore. The girl's clothes were still on the rocks on the shore.