The boy who had defeated the man fell to the ground on his back unconsciously, blood gushing from the wound in his chest.

No matter what kind of monster he is, he should only be a first-year magic freshman.

Can't be careless, I don't know what hole cards he has yet...... Griffith prostrate on the ground, his ears on the ground, listening for Aaron's heartbeat as he was close at hand.

He didn't hear anything.

But don't be careless. Aaron was possessed by some terrible being, and may have even been transformed into some unspeakable being.

In addition to corrupting the user's mind and eroding his body, dark magic can often greatly increase the vitality of the user, quickly heal injuries with an inhuman force, and even maintain immortality under fatal wounds. Griffith's ability to get from the fallen Blood Baron is the same type of ability.

"I only have one rune left, I can't waste it, I have to cut off his head!" Griffith pulled out Kalius' axe, approached Aaron, and slashed it at his throat.

"Bell!"

The blade of the axe slammed into the ground, sending a spark of sparks. Under Griffith's horrified gaze, Aaron, who should have been mortally wounded, flew up, avoiding the blade of the axe that slashed at his throat.

No, no, he didn't fly on his own! Behind Aaron appeared a mature and beautiful blonde woman, her appearance was somewhat similar to Aaron, her body was illusory, but she easily lifted Aaron from the coma.

What is this!?Ghost?

The blonde woman is beautiful and vigorous, but between her eyebrows is a dignified hatred and determination. Without saying a word, she swung her fist at the midshipman's head.

"Extreme Freeze—Nova!" Griffith's frightened hair stood on end, screaming at the incomprehensible scene.

The powerful power of the runes was activated in an instant, and an extremely cold ice storm roared towards the woman who was close at hand!

Instead of touching the ethereal woman, the extremely cold ice qi was dispelled away by a thunderous hook, which did not play a role in hindering it at all.

What!How could it be, it's magical!?

"Phew!"

Griffith was hit the forehead. He even heard the cracking of his helmet and his own skull, and flew off to the side until he hit the steps leading to the upper floors and rolled over.

Aaron had already woken up from his coma, the corners of his cold mouth curled slightly, "You should be proud of yourself for being able to force me to this extent, bug!"

It hurts...... Ah, it's disgusting, I want to throw up...... Griffith's mouth was bitter, and sharp pain and dizziness gushed out of his head. His helmet had flown somewhere, and his body struggled desperately like a fish ashore to escape.

Why!?Why didn't he die!Oh no, it doesn't matter if he's dead or not, where did this ghostly woman come from?Ah, my head hurts!

Aaron, like an uncrowned king, walked unhurriedly towards Griffith. The beautiful ghost woman floated beside him like a shadow.

It's not an enemy I can defeat, I can't even understand it. Griffith struggled desperately.

But my feet, my feet can't stand up! After hurting my brain, is it so difficult to even move?

Griffith began to vomit violently, and no matter how hard he tried, he only dragged his body up and down the steps, completely losing sensation in his feet.

Aaron wiped the blood from his chest and watched the cadet struggling with a contemptuous smile. Suddenly, Griffith endured a severe headache and condensed new runes with all his might, freezing cold around and behind him. The rune energy fulfilled his instructions efficiently. Aaron had barely taken a few steps when he found his feet frozen on the icy ground.

"Huh, that's it again?"

"Ha~he!" Griffith desperately climbed a few flights of steps, gradually widening the distance between him and Aaron. The depraved Blood's extraordinary properties in his body were surging desperately, doing everything in his power to heal the wound to his head.

"It's so sluggish! a little more, as long as it gets there! just get to that place!" Griffith felt his skull spurting blood, and the viscous liquid was already covering half of his face.

"The body is still quite honest, Griffith, and in the end I crawled in front of the shapeshifting mirror," Aaron had already come to his side, "Take the Philosopher's Stone from the mirror, and I can reduce your pain." ”

Griffith gasped, looked up at Aaron, and struggled to press his hand against the mirror.

"Haha, hahaha, haha!"

The doomed midshiprider burst into a maniacal laugh, his torn cheeks revealing his bones and teeth, a maniacal laugh that sent shudders down the crackers of even the most rotten mutants.

"Crazy?" Aaron spat in disgust, "What you don't have, is your sanity gone?"

"Hahahaha!" Griffith continued to laugh maniacally,

"Okay, Aaron, I'll take it out!

"What came out of this shapeshifting mirror is,"

Aaron was stunned, and he saw a thick cloud of inky smoke appear in the mirror, rapidly spinning and condensing, and something huge was quickly rushing out of the mirror. He couldn't help but take a step back, but it was too late.

"What comes out of this shapeshifting mirror is,

"Speed Wagon!!!!!"

"What-" Aaron shook and tried to turn and run. The blonde woman beside him lunged forward and swung her fist at the racing carriage to protect him.

However, the huge horse-drawn racing carriage had already swept over Griffith's head and smashed it towards Aaron. Griffith, who had just stopped bleeding in the head, screamed:

"It's too late, Aaron! There's no way you're going to escape!! crush you and crush you to pulp!"

"Boom ——!"

A loud crash filled the hall, and the carriage crashed inexorably against Aaron, dragging a long trail of blood on the ground, and even the solid walls and pillars of unknown material trembled with a roar.

It took a while for the loud noise and flying debris to subside.

"It's done, it's finally done!"

Griffith, who had barely recovered from some of his injuries, got up and stepped on the racing carriage that had been twisted and flattened, cold sweat mixed with blood flowing down together,

"Aaron, who fused with the strange existence, actually died at my hands, and the philosopher's stone he pursued, hmph, will soon be my ......

"Hmph, hahaha, I didn't expect this adventure to end with such a result!

"With the Philosopher's Stone, I will have a powerful power that even that person covets, and at that time,

"The Philosopher's Stone, the Spell-Breaking Feature, hahahaha, hahahaha, and the Rune Spell——!

"Haha

Griffith burst out laughing for a while, and his whole body trembled.

"By the way, check Aaron's corpse and extraordinary properties to see if there are any secrets! ”

Griffith suppressed his smile and looked down to take a step. But......

This, what's going on, the body is so sluggish.

No, it's not sluggishness, it's that you can't move!

Ah, what is that!?

An illusory shadow emerges from beneath the ruined racing carriage, converging like a puzzle to form the phantom of a complete racing carriage, locking Griffith roaring on.

This is, damage rebound——! Griffith understood it in a split second.

"Boom!"

Griffith was slammed into the air by the shadow of the illusory racing carriage, and his bones and internal organs resounded like a carnival.

On the eve of his coma, he saw the wounded Aaron floating out from under the wreckage of the racing carriage. His body was enveloped in a layer of golden eggshell-like light, slowly rising, and then disappearing into thin air.

Could this be Aaron's protection, no wonder, no wonder he could escape from that man's hands. A powerful guardian spirit, a guardian who is transferred in a dying state, and even has the ability to bounce damage!

Griffith broke all over his body and fainted.

......

It didn't take long for Griffith to wake up from his coma and struggle desperately to get up.

Run, I can't care about the Philosopher's Stone. How could I easily get something that Aaron didn't even dare to take directly!

Griffith, barely recovering from his injuries, poured a healing potion and fled desperately.

Exhaustion, hunger, and chill invaded his body. After a long battle, blood loss, and a long delay after being seriously wounded by the carriage, the chaotic and pervasive whispering and corrosion had turned his ears into a terrifying roar.

I should be losing my sanity, is it too late? Is it still too late? I should have mutated into a monster of chaos. Even if I escape alive, how many living qualities will I be able to maintain?

Cold despair swept through Griffith's body. The fear and sense of crisis in my heart became stronger and stronger. He took the form of a storm of blood bats, dodging the mutated creatures that had gathered on the platform outside the tunnel, and ran wildly towards the forest according to the map.

However, his body seemed to be entwined with invisible silk threads, and some kind of presence in the darkness had already targeted him.

Griffith had been in the Whispering Forest for too long! The smell of the flesh of the living on his body had been detected by so many monsters. Like a steak sprinkled with black pepper wandering around the table all night, even the sluggishest diner should notice him.

After a series of battles and repeated serious injuries, even the iron will of Shutoral and the powerful self-healing properties of the Bloodline were on the verge of collapse.

Griffith, who had recovered some of his injuries with his powerful self-healing ability, ran while looking back at the ruins shrouded in black clouds from time to time. There must be many secrets and riches hidden there, and even the clues to the Philosopher's Stone are in front of you. But Griffith had lost all his will to fight, and fled like a lost dog out of the forest.

Probably because the continuous fighting had wiped out a lot of mutated creatures at the edge of the Whispering Forest, Griffith managed to escape to the edge of the woodland this time.

His armor was gone, his clothes were in tatters, his blood was congealed again and again, and there was not a single part of his body that was not cold and painful, and he limped away from the forest.

Suddenly, he saw a multitude of illusory black shadows, pouring out of some unknown corner, converging into a huge and indescribable monster chasing after him. The whispers in his ears had reached the level of almost whistling, and even the vision was only a curtain of blood mixed with gray-brown.

The mutated creatures chasing him were getting closer, and Griffith could already feel them mobilizing their chaotic and evil magic to strike.

Haven't you been there yet? Haven't you been outside yet?

Suddenly, two soldiers in iron armor appeared not far away, holding torches, and spotted the fleeing midshipman.

"Come here, we're here to save you!" shouted the rescuer, waving his arms at Griffith.

Griffith burst into ecstasy, and his pace couldn't help but speed up a little, and at the same time shouted to the soldiers: "I have mutated creatures behind me, ready to fight!"

"Come here, we've got you covered!" the rescuer shouted to Griffith, arms outstretched to meet him.

Griffith suddenly turned in a different direction and ran in the other direction.

A strange feeling permeated his heart, and there was no joy at all at all, only a greater fear. As Griffith ran, he turned back and shouted to them, "What part of you are you!?"

"Come here, we're here to save you!" the rescuer shouted to him with enthusiastic waving of his arms and repeating the words he had just said.

The human words fell to his ears, and Griffith only felt a chill down his spine and his hair stand on end. These soldiers did not even have the identification of the unit they belonged to, and their words were only repeating the same sentence over and over again.

Behind their enthusiastic arms and broad shoulders, there is no idea what terrible thing is hidden.

"Come here, we're here to save you!"

Suddenly, the voice was behind him, and the two soldiers seemed to whisper in their ears, "Why are you running?"

Griffith was terrified.

Far from being left behind, the apparitions from the mutated creatures came closer.

It's over, I've been caught up!

At this moment, a faint light appeared in the dark forest. Although the morning sun has not yet risen, the sky is already hazy. At the end of the almost endless darkness, a familiar sensation caressed the wounded soul of the midshipman.

"Griffith!"

Dressed in a silver cuirass and wearing a laurel wreath, Galadia appeared on the high ground not far away. She drew her longbow in Griffith's direction, like a golden phoenix spreading its wings between her hands.

"Attack spell on military range, artillery form spreads, activation countdown,

"Additional prayer reinforcement. ”

Elven hair fluttered in the air, chanting seemed to be ready, and cascading circles swirled around her with astonishing momentum. Blue, turquoise, and golden ball lightning loomed around her. The arrows of adamantite were pointed in the direction of Griffith, and the bits of light gathered into a dazzling light of stars.

"The eternal light that gives shelter to goodwill,

"Guardian of nature and balance,

"The guide of the endless journey,

"I identify the arrows as the enemies of the stars. ”

In the night sky of the far north, a star echoes the prayers of the elves with irresistible coercion and power.

Galadia's eyes had lost their emotional purity, as if they were walking on the ground in an indescribable presence and will, and the air, light, and dust were suddenly still, listening to her bright and heartfelt prayers in fear and deference:

"Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalima!"

A chaotic and murderous roar came from behind Griffith. The illusion of the soldier vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced by an overwhelming distorted aura that gripped the midshiprider's shoulder with their tentacles.

The air compresses suddenly. Sound and light were deprived in an instant, as if a black hole had swallowed everything. Immediately after, a pure glow bloomed, roaring through Griffith's body into the darkness.

The mutated monsters that had just been cursing and casting spells with all kinds of vicious whispers fell backwards in unison, and the unstoppable silver light swept them through, whether strong or weak, crazy or evil, all in the bright light.

The unspeakable screams and the roar that swept through the land merged, and the forest that had been stubbornly occupied by darkness was purified by the light. The darkness, poisonous insects, and twisted plants that inhabited here retreated in a panic.

With the destruction of the shadow monster, Griffith's panic and despair were swept away, the whistling murmur vanished in an instant, and the world returned to its normal color. He stood in a daze on the quiet grass, watching the elf girl walk lightly towards him.

Hallucinations? It's an illusion, isn't it?

"Don't be afraid, Griffith," Galadia stood, retracting her radiant longbow and holding the cadet knight's blood-stained and muddy body, tilting her head at him.

The pure and majestic look in his eyes that had just swept through the darkness turned into concern and delight, and a sweet smile bloomed at the corners of his mouth. The silvery dawn descended on the corrupted forest and fell on Griffith's shoulders, a cool breeze with a faint fragrance caressing the wounded heart.

The long battle with no end in sight finally vanished along with the long darkness and endless filth, and the whole world became brighter.

"I'm coming!"