"Damn it, this bad war," the wizard cursed while covering his painful wound, "I converted to the great god not to fight this kind of bad war..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a crackling sound coming from his waist. Looking down, he saw two metal tubes that could be held with one hand hanging on his belt, and the match rope was burning.

"boom!"

Seydlitz was immediately engulfed in flames and smoke from the explosion. One of his arms flew out.

In this round of confrontation, both sides were covered with bruises. Griffith's breastplate was riddled with holes, and blood was spewing out from the wounds. He relied on his strong physique to barely support himself, took out a bottle of life potion and drank it in one gulp.

Stare at the enemy coldly.

The seriously injured Seydlitz struggled, moaning almost madly: "My hands, my body.

"However, I have received the blessing of my Lord! The boundary between life and death cannot affect me at all!"

"I will kill you! Kill you! I will sacrifice the flesh, blood and soul of the mortal who destroyed the sacred ceremony! I pray that the Lord will forgive my incompetence!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ruby ​​bone ring bloomed with the brilliance of evil intent. The broken human body gave birth to a dense mass of tentacles and flesh buds, rolled up the broken limbs and pulled the flesh back to the torso, entangled like thousands of worms

.The broken body was suddenly pulled back by the power of the ring and recovered at an astonishing speed.

With the blessing of the thread of life, Seydlitz cheated death and reunited his body from the horrific injuries. He supported himself to stand up, looked at Griffith, who was also seriously injured, and smiled:

"See? This is the blessing given to me by the great gods

"Immortal, immortal! No matter how many times I fall, I can stand up again.

"Mortal, do you still dare to continue fighting? I can fight with you forever!"

Amidst the triumphant shouts of the extraordinary wizard, Griffith also stood up and approached Seydlitz again.

The wizard looked at him, and could even see the small flowers and leaves behind through the wound. He was proud and curious: "Hey, after witnessing such a great blessing, you didn't run away but came closer to me?"

Griffith's steps were steady, resolute, and not impatient. His whole body was wrapped in frightening courage and intimidation. He raised his bleeding arm and pointed his strong finger at the arrogant cultist:

"How can I get your S.H.I.T out if I don't get closer to you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Griffith's murderous aura reached its peak and he rushed straight towards him with incomparable arrogance!

In a hurry, Seydlitz threw a metal spear and was about to retreat, but found that his instep was stepped on by the knight and he could not get out at all. The surging blood energy was behind Griffith.

They gathered into a ferocious illusion and punched the wizard.

"Boom!"

This close range beating caused the situation to change, the grass and trees retreated in fright, and the terrifying spiritual energy exploded into a raging frenzy.

Seydlitz was beaten so hard that his whole body was shaken. The ribs on his chest were shattered in an instant, and he staggered several steps. He knelt down on the ground, and blood spurted out from his mouth, dripping down.

Full of robes.

Seydlitz tried to summon two spears and plunged them into the knight's back. As soon as he thought, he punched the knight a second time.

Griffith held up the fallen weapon and punched the kneeling wizard with all his strength.

The fist wind was like an overwhelming force, forming a suffocating compressed air that let out a shrill whimper. A shrill horn sound suddenly sounded in the air, and the illusion of twisted tentacles appeared, and then was shattered into millions of crystal-like dots of light, and the rings scattered the lost

The power of outer god's protection that protected Seydlitz was shattered with one punch.

All the teeth in Seydlitz's mouth and the bridge of his nose flew out like snowflakes. He felt an instinctive panic and fear in his heart that the blessing of divine power he had received, a blessing more precious than life, could actually happen in this important moment.

It was shattered and scattered under the punch.

Seydlitz felt that his magic power was imprisoned, his blessings were deprived of him, and the thick darkness and terror that seemed like substance were strangling his heart. With a mouth full of teeth and blood, he screamed in horror: "This is

What power!? Why even the master’s..."

In an instant, he understood the answer:

"I see!

"I understand, no wonder you can obscure our insight and decipher the great blessing. You are not the knight of the Void Realm! What you hold is the power of betrayal and darkness, and the evil that should be annihilated in the dust of history!

"You are actually a spell-breaker of extraordinary rank!"

Deprived of the ability to cast spells, deprived of the blessings of the outer gods, the wizard who had broken the shield and armor was pushed to the ground, and with his only strength, he roared almost madly: "Outside of the master's layout, other gods'

Interference was also expected. However, I didn't expect that your secret move would be activated! Who is it? Tell me who it is!

"Silver Moon and Starlight are still the ones who control contract and order, or are in charge of destiny and prophecy. Even if you don't tell me, I can roughly guess that they have finally revealed their clues, and they will not hesitate to release the caged beasts in order to subvert the world!

"A monster abandoned by the world, you will not end well. From the beginning, you have been a cursed pawn!"

His answer was the third punch.

Griffith stretched the back of his bow like a bow, expanding it to the limit! This action fell into Seydlitz's eyes, and he felt the pain, joy, sentimentality and happiness of the knight in front of him were rapidly accumulating.

Then it condenses, sublimates, and condenses into a devastating blow!

This punch, with an avalanche-like momentum and suffocating pressure, struck like a falling star!

Howling fists and terrifying wind pressure filled the field of vision like meteorites. Seydlitz's entire world was filled with fists, and was shaken into a raging frenzy. Even the powerful mysterious lord felt that he had been left behind

into the abyss of destruction.

Seydlitz immediately changed his tone, whimpered and moaned, seizing the last chance to survive and begging for mercy:

"Spare your life, stop, I surrender, I surrender, I will join your side!"

What responded to him was Griffith's eyes that were like flames, coldly and decisively weighing the souls of his men. That look had only one meaning:

"My place is full."

Terrifying explosions, skull crushing, and brain blasting sounds echoed in the Summer Palace, even disturbing the sky high up in the sky. Then, everything calmed down.

…

"We will launch an offensive. Will you join us? Knight."

Count William de La Mole led the vanguard and arrived in Odessa first. He took over the heavy losses of Griffith's squadron to maintain order. He asked Griffith to sit on a chair aside and look at him levelly.

"My troops have suffered heavy losses. Please allow us to retreat to the rear to rest," Griffith said. "Miss Sonia is very tired from this incident. Since the main army has arrived, we should return to Homon Watts temporarily.

Better."

The count looked at him and nodded: "Roland is here too. Let's talk to him when you go out later. The next task is to control Odessa, then counterattack, and relieve the siege of Teutoburg. They are all difficult.

Work, you should do something more valuable."

Griffith nodded, stood up and said goodbye to the earl. Before he left the reception room, the earl stopped him:

"By the way, let me ask you, Knight Ravenel. Do you know what is more valuable?"

"I know, Count, I know."

Griffith left the reception room and walked quietly through the corridor to Roland's room. There were tens of thousands of corpses scattered on the square outside the window, and a large number of auxiliary soldiers were collecting them for processing.

Roland was leaning against the corner window. He looked at the miserable situation outside and then at the knight walking towards him:

"My condolences, my friend. I received your letter, but it was too late."

"Well," Griffith nodded, "I know. By that time, it was already too late."

"Then let's talk about the next thing," Roland said. "The invasion of the alien gods has failed, but do you feel it? He penetrated into the world through rituals, and the breath of spiritual energy became more and more intense. The entire mysterious world

They all jumped for joy, I could hear their cheers.

"What is this called, spiritual energy recovery?"

"Mysterious strengthening," Griffith said calmly, as if there was nothing in the world that he cared about. "The gods know that invasion will strengthen their beliefs. Even if the short ceremony is not enough to allow the alien gods to pass, it will

Bringing more spirituality and mystery."

"It's not like the Outer God gained nothing. His true body didn't come in, but the resonance of the ritual and will lasted for a while. Who knows what was awakened and what slipped in?" Roland shrugged, "In short,

Everyone has a bright future."

Griffith did not answer his words.

Finding that the chat couldn't go on, Roland patted Griffith on the shoulder:

"Do you understand me a little bit?

"After you go back, you should complete the ceremony of being knighted. At that time, you will be asked to choose between a fiefdom and an annuity. You have made so many meritorious deeds. You cannot give military ranks casually, and other rewards must not be less. How to choose?"

"Fiefdom," replied Griffith, "in the domain of Verona."

"Oh!" Roland looked at him deeply, "It's not peaceful there. You definitely need weapons to defend your territory."

Griffith stroked the two swords on his waist and paused for a moment: "I can't stay there for a long time. I need something that can give civilians combat effectiveness."

"Okay, okay," Roland couldn't help but rub his hands, "Then you must need a musket. Although the musketeers can't resist the mysterious power, the advantage is that the training is simple and inexpensive, and they can still defeat the rebels. I'll give it to you.

Try out a batch and then give you a price you can’t refuse!”

"No, my friend, I don't want this," Griffith shook his head. "What I want is the production technology of muskets, a system of militia training and mobilization, factories and people's committees.

"In a word, I need to see your path. Can you help me? Your Excellency, Count."

Roland withdrew his sparkling eyes. He stretched out his hand:
Chapter completed!