Meditius, the leader of the cultist gang, waved his wand, and a violent wave of energy appeared twenty meters in front of him. The core of the energy was a white cyclone three meters above the ground, and all the city defenses near the cyclone were pulled and twisted by an invisible force, and were dragged towards the center of the cyclone little by little.

The cultist mages who followed him also began to chant as well, and they worked together to summon a raging wind and billowing flames. Everywhere they went, the resistors were torn apart like wheat harvested with a sickle.

A mixed team of brave city defenders, police, and militia were torn to pieces in less than a minute by the rampaging magical power, and were no match for the strange cultists.

Meditius glanced at the mess in disgust, and said to one of the cultists beside her, "Dean, confirm the queen's position again." Binks and Anton, initiating the final rites. ”

Not far from him, Reef, Thorn, and other cultists were swords-wielding swords to the undead rebels. Although their number is only twenty, they have already eliminated several groups of armed and refugee people in Hepu Town.

"Meditius, the entrance can't be breached by the infected alone," Phil observed the situation, "another wave of infected people has been annihilated. ”

"It doesn't matter," the mysterious warlock Jorgen suddenly appeared, "as soon as the queen arrives there, the aboriginal defenses will naturally collapse, we just need to maintain the ritual and let the queen listen to the call of the creator." ”

"The main meal is coming," Reef patted his shield, "get everyone ready for battle, this is the last ritual, you must hold on." ”

......

The town of Hepu has been completely shrouded in misery and blood.

By the time Griffith retreated to Cangyue Mountain, the defenders, including the young soldiers, had already retreated halfway up the mountain to fend off the raging corpses. The tourists on the mountain all saw the terrifying monsters that came in like a tidal wave, and watched the refugees with nowhere to run being torn apart. The scene was in chaos, and the evacuation became extremely inefficient.

The remaining Extraordinary Ones were to immediately engage in the interdiction battle, covering the escape of the civilians from the back hills. There are more and more living corpses, and the defense line of the city defense army, young soldiers, militia and extraordinary people is in danger.

The situation is very bad. Iloti's figure had already appeared in the distance, slowly but unstoppably approaching the Moon Mountain under the restraints of cultist rituals. More and more ordinary people who strayed into the area of infection were transformed into living corpses and gathered around her.

As he returned to the memorial committee halfway up the mountainside, Griffith heard a clear voice. The people around him were unaware, as if the voice was only whispering to him.

"Calm down, you have to calm down, Griffith. ”

It's a whisper of clarity.

"It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal, Griffith. ”

"Who are you?"

"My name is 'Bloodthorn', a holy weapon that implies destruction and victory, the spear of blood and death thorns, and I have been waiting for this day for a long time," the strange whisper carried a calming magic, which calmed the anxious and nervous Griffith, "You will ride with me into battle, and make the world tremble with unstoppable heroism,

"You will be watched and protected by the stars, you will become stronger than anyone else, take me and go on a killing spree!

"Now, calm down and bring blood and sorrow in our way. ”

The voice came from the deep inner chamber, and the seal kept by the Alaandelle family was finally activated.

It's a mess here, if it weren't for the chaos and stagnation of the corpse tide every once in a while, Cangyue Mountain would have been flooded by monsters.

Second Lieutenant Skortz also arrived from the Church of Grace and went to the front with a handful of low-ranking extraordinaries from the area. After several successive shots, their trebuchets were no longer functional.

"It's going to be given up here, guys," said Arendelle, "the cultists' rituals have migrated down the mountain, and the corpse tide will soon be moving again, and we must retreat higher and stop them from crossing the mountain top near the altar of the Hanami Sacrifice. ”

Her presence and voice calmed the chaos a bit, and soon her attendants joined the organization. The chaotic evacuation is working again.

Miss Alaandelle came to Griffith and led him to a stable.

"Lord Griffith, we have discovered that a ritual that has emerged at the foot of the mountain is providing mental interference, and as long as it exists, Iloti will continue to be affected by the evil will, and it will be extremely difficult to stop her,

"This ritual is powered by the psionic powers of twenty cultists, and destroying or dispersing the nearby cultists will stop its operation. During this time, others will try to stop Iloti and the horde of corpses, but they won't last long.

"Our forces are stretched thin, and our defences are failing. There is no more power to disrupt the cultists' rituals other than you, and besides, it will be difficult for us to break through the resistance of so many monsters and return to the ritual. The good news is that the army of monsters is following Iloti, and there are almost no near the ceremony. ”

"Understood," Griffith replied simply, "horse, give me a horse." ”

Only by assaulting the ritual at the foot of the mountain and destroying it could Iloti's actions be stopped, otherwise, no matter how many layers of defense there were, would eventually be overwhelmed before the transcendents arrived.

The final hour is coming.

Griffith suppressed his concern for Iloti and tried to keep the distractions under his control.

The attendants of the big family of Hepu Town came in droves. They carried brand new chain mail, cuirasses, helmets, and waistcoats. The steward of Salais also brought a majestic war horse.

This tall black horse is extremely strong, and its powerful limbs and torso make it easy to see at a glance that it contains amazing endurance and explosiveness. It stood quietly, staring at Griffith, indifferent to the commotion and screams not far away.

Griffith stroked the horse's neck and back as if he were caressing lovers who had been reunited after a long absence. Amber on the side suddenly had a feeling of envy and unwillingness.

The horse snorted at Griffith and kicked his front hooves.

Griffith, who had always been highly nervous, apprehensive, and excited, calmed down and spoke in a calm and soothing tone, as if what was about to be done was just a trivial matter.

"Armor. ”

The attendants immediately presented their equipment. Butler Salais opened his mouth to introduce him, but he couldn't say a word.

Griffith refused their help, skillfully put on chain mail, unhurriedly fastened his handguards, tightened his belt to tie his arms, leaned over and put on his shin armor and pulled it tight, and moved a little to make sure it was just right. It is just a few simple movements, and the breath is also quiet and restrained, but it gives people a kind of insurmountable heaviness like a mountain.

Amber was a little distracted for a moment. She's seen powerful and intelligent wizards, she's known unpredictable witchers, and she's slain chaotic and crazy monsters. However, she had never seen the scene in front of her.

Griffith wore a cuirass over the chain mail, fastened the belt under his armpits and waist, and inserted a dagger and a dagger into the waist of his leg and the inside of his shin armor, and hung a saber and a longsword from his waist.

His every move was extremely pretentious, as if what he was about to do was a profession, solemn and dignified, and it was some kind of art, flowing with cruel beauty, which had nothing to do with the safety of those he cared for.

In front of Amber and Alandelle, Griffith personally put on the horse armor, fixed the saddle, hung the spear bag and cavalry shield on both sides of the saddle, and turned over on the horse. The waiters around them were supposed to help, but they seemed to be caught by some kind of momentum, and they didn't know what to do.

"Riding a gun. ”

Griffith snapped. The attendants hurriedly fetched the willow box containing the terrible seals and held it high beside the armored cavalry.

The moment the lid opened, the murmur and ominousness of the seal lingered in the stable. Griffith ignored it, took it, pulled off the black rope that bound him, and raised the gun to his shoulder.

Everyone present exclaimed.

The strange and dangerous horse lance seemed to leap into his hand.

The freed Bloodthorn made a strange sound. It was the first time everyone had seen such a beautiful weapon, and the blade seemed to be soaked in a cold spring, and the crystal purple color was intoxicating.

The attendants present even had an urge to snatch and take such a beautiful weapon for themselves. Soon, this impulse turned into substance, and they were ready to move.

The sadness, solemnity, and all distractions in Griffith's eyes dissipated like smoke, and his breath and emotions all converged, leaving only a solemn chill swept away around him. The waiters who were about to move had never experienced such momentum, and their whole bodies were suffocated, and they retreated with low eyebrows.

"Alandelle, have your men light smoke near the altar, but don't do anything. Can you do it?"

Griffith's tone was not harsh, but with an irresistible majesty, he was merging with the temperament of the seal, transforming into something that the simple islanders had never recognized.

Amber had never seen such momentum, and couldn't help but take a step back under the suppressed aura.

"We have some people down the hill who survived and they can help. Is there anything else you need?" asked the glamorous Miss Alandelle in a soft voice. Her entourage had already stepped back without an order.

Griffith's tone was gentle and fluent, and he walked out without looking back, "You hold the line, and I'll handle the ceremony." ”

Griffith is heavily armed and about to storm in his long-lost armored riding stance. Obviously, he rode over the corpse tide to attack the twenty cultists, but it was as if he was just going to announce the enemy's inescapable doom.

"Your will is our action. Alaandelle replied softly, "Please wait."

The bright and touching girl untied the ribbon around her waist and wrapped it behind the blade. Her movements are graceful and charming, as if she is seeing off her lover who is out of battle.

"Bloodthorn will drink blood, but if you are prepared, you will not slip. ”