Blood tax

Chapter 259 The Void Whisper and Mr. Hermit

Hot adamantine bullets shot into Vieri's flowing body.The surface of the liquid immediately rippled violently like boiling.Vieri let out a shrill scream, cut off the water knife like crazy, and fled out rolling and crawling.

The adamantine bullet wrapped with magic-breaking properties was madly damaging his psionic energy, and then spread the chaotic energy along the flow of the liquid.Vieri exploded into two pieces with a "bang", and his upper body flew out.His liquid form is difficult to maintain, showing signs of collapsing.Minced meat and bloody water even appeared in the splashed water.

Vieri screamed like never before.If he maintained his human form, this shot would make him piss and shit.

"I'll be back!" He shattered into a large mouse-sized water droplet, wriggling and fleeing to the puddle below the hillside.

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Griffith retreated behind a dry rock for shelter, drank a little life potion to recover.He was already on the verge of collapse, and blood continued to flow from the wound, turning into a pool of blood in a few seconds.

After swinging the blow just now, he has come into contact with brand new power, but the loss of physical strength and blood made his mind start to blur.

After all, he is only a Sequence 8, and his physical and spiritual energy cannot sustain long-term consumption.

The dangerous extraordinary spellcaster didn't run away.His wailing and chaotic breath echoed in the puddles below the hillside, swearing loudly that he would tear Griffith to pieces.

Even without the blessing of the torrential rain, the ubiquitous stagnant water is still Vieri's ally.His figure is erratic, and the sharp water blade is hard to guard against.

Vieri's ability is somewhere between an assassin and a mage.The water elemental form makes him difficult to be seriously injured, even if he is attacked, he can heal quickly.This elemental form is extremely similar to the ability that Griffith has heard about Lordes once displayed.They use their own magical power to change their body shape, and then display combat power and vitality that the human body cannot possess.

As a fragile caster, they have restrained physical attacks to the limit in elemental form.Swords can pierce them, hammers can disintegrate them, but never to the core.As long as the psionic energy is mobilized, they will heal quickly.

Griffith can rely on his newly mastered abilities against him.However, Vieri's mobility is far above him. In the confrontation with each other, every attack of Griffith will also be accompanied by heavy trauma.

Although he didn't keep screaming like Vieri, he was very aware of how serious the injury and blood loss were just now.

After just a few minutes of fighting, Griffith's breastplate was completely unable to block the power of the water knife, and was damaged in many places by the sharp blade.He was bruised all over his body, and a hole was stabbed in his left and right abdomen. A mortal would have died already.Even if he is a melee Extraordinary with a strong physique, he is likely to fall first in such a fight.

If, if there is a powerful weapon!

Griffith wants to use the power of light.With that blow just now, he had already touched the characteristics of a lawbreaker, and was transforming towards Sequence 7.However, even after completing the promotion, he was still one level behind the enemy, and his fists alone lacked the ability to cause continuous heavy damage to this powerful transcendent.

With this thought in mind, he touched the holy sword that did not belong to him.

The holy sword hummed, and it actually sensed his request.At this moment, Griffith realized that Hanguang was a powerful and unimaginable sealed item.

A voice warns:

"Don't respond, don't respond."

The warning sound was fleeting.

The light-filled sword edge gave off a palpitating aura.This holy sword has actually led to several different high-level existences, creating a bridge of communication.

There was an echo in Griffith's insensitive heart.At first it was just a soft whisper, and then it became a strong and piercing call, and several voices spoke one after another.

In the depths of the remote and mysterious spiritual world, there exists a virtual realm that cannot be described in words.

The first being has an inexhaustible vitality, a cycle of decay and rebirth, evolution.He touched Griffith's consciousness with kindness and kindness.He didn't say much with words, but penetrated into Griffith's heart with scenes, ideas, and ideas, so gentle and gentle.

He is the thread of life from the void, and has a strong curiosity and interest in life forms.He demonstrated a range of possibilities for bodily growth, change, ascension, evolution, and even immortality.

As long as Griffith inserts him into his own flesh and blood.

He waited lovingly for Griffith's reply, as a father waits for his doting child.

The second existence made Griffith sense the aura of barrenness and his hunger.This being does not want to waste time and words.He is a ghost from the void, looking for someone to devour.

His request is not much, it is only a part of Griffith, and it will not exceed the scope of what he can spend.In exchange, he will give great power and teach barren and hungry knowledge.He will shape desire into a weapon powerful enough to defeat any foe.

Just give him a good meal.

He seemed impatient to get started.

A third being seems to know the secrets of the mind.He wrapped his thoughts around Griffith's mind, discussing and inducing him.He is the Creator Lord from the void, who will bestow wealth, power, prestige...all the things that mortals desire.

cost?Little things, no more than a tip.He claims to only know what is best for mortals, and He will help mortals, guiding their ambitions and dreams.

As long as Griffith agrees to let him enter his heart.

The fourth existence is hidden in a dreamlike illusion.He is ethereal and confused, making it impossible for people to recognize his shape.He claims to know all the mystical knowledge and is willing to share it... as long as he is allowed to enter his consciousness.

The price He demands is negligible, a small, even imperceptible price.

There was eagerness in his tone.

Griffith wanted to reject them, he was scared out of his wits by these existences from the void.He didn't believe a word they said.

The price these beings demand is never that simple.

But Vieri will be back soon, and this transcendent seems to have more power.Griffith's front was gloomy, and defeat and death were close at hand.

In fact, he had no choice.According to the current state, he will not have the support of the golden bullet in the next round of battle, and his blood will not be enough to kill Vieri. He will die in a few minutes after the start of the battle. What will Galadia do?

He has to act, to make a choice.

Just after these horrifying inductions, the will of Minos, the bone ring, emerged again:

"Griffith, Minos has been drawing recovery energy from your battle, and now, the preparations are ready."

Griffith said: "Speak quickly, I'm running out of time."

Minos said without any emotion:

"Allow Minos to introduce you, Beacon and Savior of Time and Space,

"Mr. Hermit from the spirit world.

"He has been following you through Minos since a long time ago. If you wish, Mr. Hermit would like to invite you to join His party."

Minos diffused an ethereal psionic energy: "Minos has judged that you are qualified. Minos is waiting for this day to come. Mr. Hermit and his guests welcome you to the party, but they cannot Promise you anything."

At the same time, Griffith learned about some mysterious rituals through the bone ring.As long as he diffuses his psychic energy and forms a thin hexagram barrier to cover himself, the bone ring can call out distant existences for him.

"What price do I have to pay?" Griffith asked.

"Mr. Hermit doesn't ask for any price for the time being, but reminds you that you have to pay for what you want at the party, that's all," Minos replied, "If you want to respond to the four existences in the void, you still have to pay the corresponding price." Mister Hermit contact?"

There is no one good thing, so I can only choose the weakest one to see the situation... Griffith took a last look at the puddle under the hillside and made up his mind.

"Contact, Mr. Hermit." Griffith spread his psychic energy to form a wall, wrapping himself up.In just a split second, his body seemed to have crossed planes and entered a space he had never recognized.

In the vast hall like a starry sky, several figures sat around a round table.At the head of the round table, an unspeakable existence was watching him.

A clear word lingered in my ears.

"Fear brings desire, desire demands strength,

"Strength breaks through the shackles, and we will eventually be free."

Griffith found that he was wearing all the equipment on his body, and the freshly torn wound was still bleeding. Everything made him realize that it was his body, not his consciousness, that had moved.

What a powerful force this is, even the most powerful demigod has to rely on expensive and cumbersome teleportation circles to achieve displacement, this hermit can do it so easily!

"The holder of Minos the Lord of the Rings," the mysterious being at the head of the round table said in a calm voice, "I am a hermit, welcome to the party."

The figures around the round table noticed Griffith's arrival, and they stood up one after another, nodding to him.Among them, a personable and extraordinary man said in a deep voice:

"Hello, Master of the Ring Lord Minos. What should we call you?"

Everyone around the round table is different.They were wrapped in fog, and they could see their body shape and temperament, but they couldn't see their faces and clothes clearly.Different forces surged behind each of them.

These powers take the form of scales, swords, wands, fire, stars, storms, and books.

There were even a few young women among them, staring at Griffith with some surprise, the wounds on the back could almost be seen.

Griffith looked around silently, without replying.His injuries were so severe that it was difficult for him to even speak.But once here, the wounds began to heal faster than ever.

The man introduced him politely and solemnly: "I am the arbitrator, the holder of Lord Rune, the Lord of the Rings that implies contract and order. Starting from my right hand, the order is—"

"Mr. Stargazer, Lord of Destruction and Creation, Lord Du Yin."

An elegant man nodded to Griffith.He has pointed ears of an elf, and his temperament is cold and noble, but he has an indescribable kind feeling.

"Mr. Blood Warrior, the ruler of Lord Ruche, the heroic ring that symbolizes courage and devotion."

The ring-bearer got up from his seat, he had a burly and majestic body like an orc, and beat his chest to Griffith.The latter immediately returned the respect with a military salute.

"The ring-bearer of Lord Garan, the Lord of the Rings who inspires wisdom and imagination, Miss Magician."

A charming young woman stood up and lifted the hem of her skirt to Griffith and gave him a charming smile.

"Ms. Fengxiang, owner of the Ring of Champions that accompanies brilliance and victory, Mr. Brunhill."

The ring-bearer was a young woman with a long ponytail who looked as heroic as a Valkyrie. She stared at Griffith with interest.

"This is the bearer of Lord Edea, the Lord of the Rings that hints at secrets and discoveries, Miss Lover."

The mysterious young lady had long hair that reached to her ankles, and her distant and ethereal demeanor carried a bit of tenderness and intimacy.

"Ms. Shadow Priest, owner of Lord Zultila, the Lord of the Rings that hints at darkness and shadows."

The tall and sexy woman with half-pointed ears sat and waved to Griffith.

"The last one is the holder of Lord Amphinus, the Ring of Flame and Forging, a Mister Brave who does not belong to this era."

The man under the flame illusion sat directly opposite Mr. Hermit, nodding his head proudly.

A hero who does not belong to this era?What kind of statement is this? It’s a bit indescribable. I feel too self-aware, arrogant, and feel that I am not understood and feel unfortunate... I feel a little naive. How can anyone introduce themselves like that.

Injured and nervous, Griffith couldn't help laughing inwardly.

The arbitrator introduced the guests present one by one: "As you can see, we and you are in the territory of the wise and noble Mr. Hermit. Mr. Hermit's party is held at 10 pm on the first day of every month. Today is A special meeting called temporarily. You have passed the selection of His Excellency Minos the Lord of the Rings, and you can express your ideas freely and exchange information and materials with us.

"How should we address you, sir?"

Griffith noticed his strangeness, he turned around, and found that the icy cyclone was turning into a horrible skeleton behind him.

Mr. Arbiter said again, "There is no need to tell us your real name and origin, that is the privilege of Mr. Hermit."

That's it, Griffith carefully glanced at the aloof existence, which has a human silhouette, staring at the participants at the round table like a majestic king and a loving elder.

Griffith was cautious and restrained, and said to those present:
"I am the bearer of Lord Minos, the ring that implies death and resurrection, and you may call me—

"Death knight."

(End of this chapter)