The horse under the crotch is really deferential. Griffith avoided the mountain path in front of him and made a detour to the flank. The number of living corpses there is small and scattered.

Even so, they blocked the way down the hill on this side, and if they tried to break through from here, they would be immediately blocked.

The moment he appeared, a large group of living corpses had already frantically pounced on him from all sides.

Griffith observed the condition of the living corpses and rode his horse along the foot of the hill. In the blink of an eye, the black-brown horde of monsters pulled into a straight line and rolled towards him like a tide.

"Yes, that's good. ”

Griffith tapped the reins with his fingers, attached frost and cold air to his heavy armor, and spear in hand, accelerating towards the swarming tide of corpses.

He relied on his horse's speed, repeatedly pulling the angle of the corpse tide left and right, until the living corpses gathered into a group and crowded each other, and then he chose a weak direction before starting to charge with all his strength.

The living corpses were almost pressing one against the other, howling like a wall. Griffith rode with a gun and headed for the wave of corpses.

"Boom!"

In a cloud of shattered ice and a sweeping cold, the tide of corpses shattered into a splash of foam as if it had hit a reef. The armored rider ran over their limbs, splattering stumps of flesh everywhere they went.

After breaking through the tide of corpses, Griffith immediately accelerated, leaving behind the living corpses that he couldn't follow, and rushed towards the ritual location where the psionic ripples gathered.

......

Smoke was drifting towards the location of the ritual and the evil green crystal. The 20 cultists, led by Meditius and Reef, also vaguely felt that something was wrong, but they were bound by their mission and could not leave this key position.

The living corpses had already followed the queen and pressed up. However, this place was also swept away by the tide of corpses, and there were no other living people.

"Xi Lili!"

In the dim and dead smoke, the clash of iron armor and the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and armored horsemen with guns slowly appeared.

There were groups of living corpses in front of him, but he didn't know how to appear in this place.

It was clear that it was the last moment, but he was still strolling around.

The armoured cavalry held a blood-colored spear in his right hand, and the blood-like breath lingered on the head of the spear, steaming upward, as if countless unjust souls were begging for mercy.

The colorful ribbons fluttering in the wind on the raised lance are obviously extremely beautiful, but they give birth to a doubly cruel wavering.

He was dressed in red-striped silver plate armor with slanted shoulder pads, handguards, and shin armor, and a round cavalry shield with a pale blue glow hung on the left side of his saddle. In the bundle bag next to the saddle were three shining armor-piercing spears.

The blood-colored gaze is chilling behind the mask, and at first glance it only feels hideous and vicious, but after a few more glances, it is deep and weird, as if the abyss is staring at you all the time.

The cultists present gasped almost in unison. Although there is only one person and one horse in front of him, the oppressive force is like a burden of a thousand pounds, which makes people want to scream and flee from the bottom of their hearts.

"It's him, the armored cavalryman, I said I was going to kill him first! "Now we have no choice but to fight. can only be trapped on this flat ground to fight. ”

Meditius found that her hands couldn't stop shaking, and her palms were even more sticky with sweat, but she still gritted her teeth and gave the order: "Your Excellency Reef, please be the core of defense."

"Angus, you serve as the deputy, Rose is the third pick, hit the hammer, change to the shield, the fourth pick.

"Hidden Thorn, you come to lead the melee group, the remote group is under my command, and when the defense group contains this guardian, after I give the order, each group will attack.

"Everyone, in place. ”

......

Seeing Griffith's actions, the cultists near the altar showed a trace of confusion and wavering, and the personnel of different equipment slowly dispersed.

Twenty cultists of unknown origin are in motion, and they have a faint psychic ripple connection with the ritual crystal, obviously they can't go far from the crystal, and can only form a formation nearby.

The smoke lit from a distance by the people of Hepu Town is filling the air, and it will soon envelop the nearby neighborhoods and ruins.

Griffith observed the movements of the armed crowd in front of the altar. Among them, 4 strong men with shields in their hands lined up, facing Griffith's direction. Behind them, six more men armed with two-handed broadswords, sharp axes, or dual-wielding daggers were making a detour to the sides.

Further behind are archers bending their bows and arrows, and even three wizards and a spellcaster dressed as a warlock.

Most of them had psionic ripples at the level of Sequence 9, their eyes flashing with murderous intent, and they were quite vigorous in their actions. They are guarding evil rituals and believing in a Creator they have never heard of.

However, they have a wide variety of abilities, even summoning terrifying golems that attack the Mage Tower and kill the mages stationed there. These abilities must have come from special items or blessings they possessed. There was indeed a difference in the Creator in which they believed.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. As long as you are still in front of me, you will still guard this disgusting ritual, even if it is full of gods and Buddhas, you will see it. ”

Griffith tapped his visor, his blood-red eyes flickering like wilderness fire, his spear raised high above his shoulder, but he did not act in a hurry, approaching like a knight in a triumphal procession.

......

"Smoke? There are people around here who have survived, and this is going to be used to interfere with our vision. "The reef stands majestically on the front line, and the big shield in his hand has been pierced into the ground. Just as he and his companions were preparing to attack, thick smoke was already drifting in from a distance.

"The living corpses certainly didn't clean up the natives," one cultist cried, "and the wind is blowing against us right now." ”

"It doesn't matter which way the wind blows," Reef shook his head, "if it were a different direction, wouldn't they have gone to the other side to light the fire? Plus, our scouts can't clean up the surrounding area, so they can't stop these little moves. ”

As soon as these words came out, someone in the nearby group already snorted coldly, and even retorted on the spot with disdain:

"If Lord Reef thinks that he can rely on three or four people to disperse and fight with the aborigines and clear it, you can try it yourself, and we will wave the flag and shout in the back!"

Reef's face immediately changed color, and he glared at them viciously, and he was about to attack.

"Be careful, he's coming!" Phil hurriedly shouted, and the two groups fell silent.

The armored rider had already cut through the puffs of smoke and was slowly heading towards the Binding Crystal in the center of the ceremony.

"It's a little weird, he feels like a ghost, without the breath of a living person, am I facing a Death Knight?" Meditius muttered to himself, frowning.

"How is that possible, my lord, the Creator will not let us face the Death Knight," Meditius's henchman, the warrior known as the Zealot, grinned, "We have put so many people in front, we will definitely be able to stop him, and then the fatal blow will depend on you." ”

Meditius bowed slightly, and said solemnly: "Your Excellency Reef, let's start!"

Reef nodded, raised his shield and roared forward.

He ran extremely fast, rushing towards Griffith like a whirlwind, no less so than the onslaught of cavalry, and in the blink of an eye he collided with the armored horseman.

"Bang!"

Griffith was also struck, drew his sword and slashed down at the reef.

"Huh!" Reef raised his large shield, and the sword struck the shield with a loud bang, and the ears of everyone nearby were buzzing.

"Defense group, step forward!" shouted Deputy Angus, "raise your shield and alternate defenses!"

The shield guards rushed up, blocking Griffith's path, and even if he slashed left and right, he would not retreat. They held hammers and daggers in their hands, and as soon as they met, they greeted them like horses and knights.

In the thick fog, the armored cavalry and the four shield guards were in a scuffle, and the sound of heavy blows and collisions came and went.

"Melee group, up!" Meditius commanded, "ranged group, spread out and start attacking!"

Six or seven feathered arrows roared out, and a few of them were nailed into the armor with a muffled sound.

The shooters who hit were in ecstasy, and the cultists with daggers and swords around them had swarmed up and circled Griffith's back, stabbing him in the back and legs.

A violently fluctuating wave of magic condensed in the air, and the tip of Medicius' staff was already showing a tumbling frost storm.

"Through him!"

Meditius didn't even have to pronounce the command to configure, and a sharp ice spike shot away. The wizard beside him had also thrown fireballs and poisons, and in the blink of an eye, they hit Griffith's body.

The tall armored cavalry was beaten and trembled, and the horses collapsed with a neigh.

Win!

The cultists, who were still besieging, did not dare to be careless, so they drew their swords and chopped off the heads of the armored cavalry.

"This wins?" Reef wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Is there still a mutation?second stage?" asked one of the cultists, uncertain.

"Anyway, cut off his head first," said Reef, "don't gather around here, spread out, and see what you want!"

At this moment, the armored cavalry, who had no breath, suddenly seemed to melt, and melted and rotted along with his war horse.

Oops!" Reef shouted, and hurriedly looked towards the back of the group:

"All turn around, he's behind us!"

......

The trot of the war horse has been transformed into a thunderous sprint!

Entering the cover of the smoke, Griffith released the flesh golem. He himself used the cover of smoke to flank and weave a large arc around the blurred battlefield, leaving behind the cultists who served as shield guards and melee combat.

In order to avoid the sound of horses' hooves being detected by the cultists, he kept trotting all the way. The scuffle in the flanks and the excited shouts of the cultists completely obscured his whereabouts, and the cultists remained unaware of his whereabouts until he estimated the distance and took up positions on the flanks of the wizards and archers and began to charge.

When the flesh puppet finally couldn't hold it anymore and began to crumble, Griffith had already accelerated unscrupulously, rushing towards the wizards and shooters.