When Griffith returned to the entrance of the moon mountain, the city defense army and the Westillo squadron had already been deployed. They erected fortifications and cordons, and with the help of locals, they screened the influx of tourists.

More tourists have spread out over the hill to join in the lively festivities.

Griffith made a beeline for the memorial committee camp halfway up the mountain, and whatever was to be done next, he had to get their help first. As soon as he jumped out of the saddle, the military horse under his crotch collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

"Where's Iloti!!!" shouted the midshipman through the crowd. Tourists and staff were taken aback by him, but no one knew where the girl was.

"Lord Griffith, please come with me. The refreshing sound of spring rain came from the side, and Arandelle appeared surrounded by the maids. The crowd immediately retreated respectfully, making way for her.

She was dressed in a gorgeous costume, and there was tenderness like water flowing between her eyebrows.

But this time, Griffith didn't fall into the same state of intoxication as before. Vigilantly and anxiously, he conceived his thoughts, and walked forward briskly, whispering:

"A group of cultists have activated some kind of seal with a wide-area effect. Although it is unclear what the effect of the seal will be, the Hanami Festival must be terminated, the crowd must be evacuated immediately, and we need to investigate the whereabouts and schemes of the cultists," Griffith said, looking into the eyes of the daughter of the Tsuruura family, "I need to find Iloti as soon as possible, and ask the young lady and your family for assistance." ”

"Well, I understand," Alaandelle nodded slightly, "come with me." ”

With that, she gracefully turned and walked towards the inner room.

Why are you so calm?Griffith wondered if the girl didn't understand the situation: "After the seal was activated, some kind of substance was released, and everyone here may have been contaminated, including you and me, the situation is very urgent." ”

"I know," Alaandelle said, as she walked, glancing at the midshipman who had followed her. She looks as if she is chatting with a friend.

"Not long ago, you heard some strange sound, hurried, unsettling?"

She noticed the impatience and impatience flickering on the trainee knight's face, and said slowly. The soft, soft voice calmed Griffith's mood a little.

"Yes," Griffith nodded, "you're extraordinary, too?"

Instead of answering his question, Arandelle opened a door in front of him and pointed to a small table in the center of the inner room, "Pollution...... Is that what it looks like?"

In the uninhabited inner room is a small round mirror. Above the mirror, a tumbling white ash floated. Just witnessing this sight, threats and fears that were stronger and more obvious than before rushed over them.

Griffith thought of several possibilities in a split second.

On the day of the rehearsal of the memorial solo dance, strange creatures and strange sect costumes......

He gazed at the mysterious and beautiful girl, examined the uninhabited chamber, pounced on the girl like a beast, drew the corrupted feather fencing from his waist with his left hand, and strangled her throat with his right hand.

In that moment of lightning, he saw Arandelle sigh helplessly.

What's going on? Delusion?

The flow of time seems to be slowed down. Before Griffith could figure out what was going on, Alaandelle dodged his assault with a dance-like gesture, and her fair, slender hand grabbed the wrist of his right hand and pulled it forward, then propped it up on his right upper arm.

The heavily armed midshipman felt his arms spin around his body, and he flew up like a cloud?" Boom" slammed into the cold floor with a loud bang.

Griffith's ears buzzed as he heard the guts and bones of his body scream like a celebration.

He was lying on his back on the floor with his eyes blazing, blood from his nose. Two uniformed attendants hurried over from the next room. Alandelle glanced at them, and the squire immediately retreated silently, as if nothing had happened.

"The seal you're tracking is called 'Call of the Ancestors'? The seal has been activated, diffusing a rare contamination. ”

The girl knelt down on her knees, sat down beside Gris, and explained to herself:

"Our people have conducted a preliminary investigation, and the residents and tourists of the entire town of Hepu have been indiscriminately infected in a state of invisible infection, and the evacuation is useless. Hidden infections are generally the same as ordinary people, and the contamination that resides in their bodies will die within a few days, and if there is no other factor to exert their influence, the call of the ancestors is not dangerous.

"However, the power of the Primordial Call Disperse activates certain extraordinary properties, and the infected with activated traits are called overt infected, and they stimulate the contamination of the invisible infected in the vicinity, transforming them into monsters. These monsters are 'living' corpses, always longing for flesh and blood, with strength and vitality far beyond that of ordinary people. Some special living corpses may possess extraordinary abilities. Can you stand up?"

Griffith, who had recovered a bit, nodded, wiped his nosebleed, got up from the floor, and stopped trying to attack the girl.

Arandelle looked at Knight Xi and made sure that he had calmed down, then turned around and brought the mirror on the table to him:

"Overt infections capable of activating latent infections are called 'queens' in ancient texts. The case in question is too old to resemble a legend. We don't know exactly what kind of traits were affected by the primordial summons.

The only thing known is that the Queen still retains her human form, and may try to resist the effects of extraordinary properties, but the will and soul will struggle against such an ancient and mysterious being. She will be drawn to the memorial site by the abundance of life.

"As long as the Queen remains alive, she will be able to transform the Hidden Infected within a radius of several hundred meters into insane and twisted living corpses. In other words, as long as she appeared nearby, tens of thousands of people at the entire memorial site would inevitably die.

"These monsters will go on a killing spree, transforming the living into their own kind until they have exhausted their full vitality.

"This magic mirror is also a seal, it captured some information not long ago, but now it has been shielded by some kind of force. ”

Then, Alandelle tapped the mirror, and the dangling ash vanished, replaced by a familiar figure.

Iloti!

The girl's delicate face was distorted, and blood continued to flow from her mouth and eyes, spilling on the white dress. There was an illusory black line stretching out into the distance on her body, and she didn't know what existence was connected.

Griffith, who witnessed this scene, went blank in his mind and almost fainted to the ground.

"Cheer up!" Arandelle put her arm around his shoulder, "Although the garrison mage has been killed and the local teleportation array has been destroyed, the guardians of order, mainly the powerful transcendents, will still try to get there as soon as possible." As soon as they arrive, things should be fine. ”

Griffith's heart immediately swelled with a bad premonition.

"When the Guardians of Order of the Kingdom arrive, what will happen to Iloti?

Alandelle shook her head:

"We don't know anything about this extraordinary trait of Iloti and how it came to her, it should be the remnant of some kind of ancient god outside of the official jurisdiction and the extraordinary way of knowing. Hasty stripping can be very, dangerous.

"In this case, the conventional practice is to fuse the host's body and soul with extraordinary properties to form a unique seal.

"Iloti's soul will suffer eternal torment until the seal is destroyed. ”

Griffith raised his hand and touched his forehead: "What should I do......"

Things have reached the point of no return. Realizing this, Griffith was in a trance as if he was in a nightmare.

Arandelle looked at Knight Xi, took out a beautiful wand from between his sleeves, and tapped a seal in the indoor vault: "The Extraordinary has far more resistance to infection than mortals, and your strength and body may be suppressed at close range, but at least it can resist for a long time, and it will not immediately turn into a monster."

"The black psionic ripples on Iloti come from a special ritual somewhere, and my people believe that this ritual works with unknown extraordinary properties to control Iloti.

"Iloti is still alive, her consciousness is not completely consumed, as long as you can ruin the ritual and get close enough that there will be a slight chance that she will recognize you. Although we know very little about this power, perhaps, Iloti can fight it by her own will. Perhaps, there is a silver lining that she can overcome this power......

"My people will arrange for the evacuation of tourists from the back mountains and assist the city defense forces in full combat, but they are not warriors, and they are probably no match for monsters and cultists.

"Lord Griffith, right now, there's only a glimmer of hope, do you want to give it a try?"

Alandelle led Griffith to the inner room. The door of the vault slowly opened, and a blind, psychedelic light shone out like an evil moon. With a buzzing sound, a sharp riding gun slung across the table appeared in front of Griffith.

"This is the seal we keep, the weapon used by an unknown hero, which is said to be called a horse lance in the classification," Arandelle pointed to the weapon, "and the lance is made of a six-foot wood, with a sharp blade." I don't know much about it, but I can tell you that this seal has terrifying lethality and power. Far from being comparable to an ordinary riding gun.

"It will take a few more hours for this seal to be activated. My butler, Mr. Sales, will arrange the rest of the work and prepare the horses for the assault. ”

Griffith approached the rare weapon and took a closer look: "I can feel how extraordinary it is, why don't your people use it?"

"It's a riding spear," Alaandelle shook her head helplessly, "the islanders of Neopolis are skilled in animal husbandry and hunting, and are wise scholars, but without years of training, it is too difficult for them to use this weapon when charging at high speeds. ”

The seal whispered, as if in agreement with the maiden's point of view, and called out to Griffith.

The lance is as bright as the moon, and the eight-sided blade is sharp, which is a sharp weapon created by Seiko. On the holder of this sharp object, a simple narrative is also inscribed.