Blood tax

Chapter 428 Orange potential is not a small blessing, but a great blessing!

Invisible spiritual energy raged in the air, and a gust of wind blew up on the ruins of the already desolate city-state of Anok, which actually gave people the illusion that the vitality of the earth would be lost along with it.

Tarkin Amon looked down at his feet and found that the few moss and thorns were rapidly withering.Erza has evacuated, and he must face a god's hand alone.

"My authority is invincible, even demigods cannot escape the fate of withering!" Naila folded her arms and looked at the extraordinary elf in front of her with some enjoyment, "Even if there is no sacrifice of the chosen one I am unstoppable. Your teammates have left, and no one can save you."

He stood there with bare hands, staring at Amon with satisfaction, as if he was the king who ruled life, and his words and deeds could wipe out the enemy.

"I only know about demigods of the undead path in the literature, and this is the first time I have encountered it in actual combat. To be honest, I don't have much confidence," Amon replied unhurriedly, "The believers of the undead king have the ability to reverse The power of life and death, people in your domain will accelerate aging, hair loss, muscle atrophy, until the flesh and blood are reduced to ashes. This power is irresistible, and even a demigod will fall."

Naira's eyes became serious.He was puzzled to find that the elf collector in front of him had spoken a long paragraph, but he showed no signs of weakening or withering at all. His face was handsome, his eyes were firm, and he was full of energy.

Even if Griffith was in the realm of nostalgia and worry, he was greatly weakened in a few seconds.However, Tarkin Amon was as indifferent as chatting with a friend.

"Even if you are a demigod, you are bound to a mortal body," Yamon continued, "No matter how powerful the protection and blessings are, flesh and blood are flesh and blood, and perfect defense does not exist."

"What are you talking about? Amon." Naila was already aware of the danger. Just as he was about to leave, his head suddenly went numb, everything became slow, and his hands and feet moved like a dancing puppet. Card, moving funny and slowly.

This is! ! !

A flash of light flashed across Naira's body instantly.The magic jewelry he wore began to automatically defend, trying to lift the restrictions.However, his arms and shoulders were still extremely stiff, and his joints were as stiff as if they were wrapped in plaster.At the same time, he heard strange noises of unknown origin.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The really weird voice seemed to come out of his chest, beating his brain violently.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
On the ruined streets that have become thousands of ravines due to weathering and corrosion, there are shadows like dark ropes squirming.Like monsters that just woke up from sleep, they spread wildly, enveloping the undead god's hand.

"The power of the demigod is unquestionable, but the stronger it is, the more absurd it becomes," Amon whispered, "There is a limit to the distance of your power radiation, and the radius of the range of action seems to be 20 meters, or 30 meters .In order to exert the power of the god, you have to get close to the enemy and expose yourself as a mortal to the enemy. This is your weakness."

Tarkin Amon completely ignored Naira's authority.He raised his hand and pointed: "It is obviously the power of God, but it is bound by such a skin. A child wearing a hero's armor will not become a hero, but will only be crushed. It's ridiculous.

"Nella von Kumansa, remember in your soul—

"Humans have limits!"

The ground made of boulders suddenly boiled, and black shadows the size of a child's arm spewed out.They grabbed Naila's hands and feet in a blink of an eye, quickly spread to the whole body, and dragged towards Amon's body at the same time!

There was a sternness in Naira's horrified eyes.At the same time, two huge worms broke out from the ground at the same time.

They are black giant silkworms and giant stitch monsters.The former's weird and twisted little head was almost fully covered by densely toothed mouthparts and covered by a black rubber-like carapace. It supported itself with dense and short legs, wriggling in a funny and terrifying way.

As soon as the monster appeared from the ground, it sprayed a cloud of dark green juice at Amon, and it corroded the moment it touched the robe, which was more fierce than the fire.

Amon frantically struggled in the juice package, trying to get rid of the robe and clothes, but the dark green juice was more terrifying than strong acid, and burned the elf's skin in a blink of an eye, emitting choking smoke.

At the same time, the Stitch monster threw out the bone chain, wrapped around Nara and dragged him to the rear, avoiding the dangerous area.As soon as Naira landed, a magic circle lit up on the ground, and a group of skeleton warriors armed with swords and shields and necromancers holding magic wands crawled out of the ground and surrounded him.

"Parasitic worm, control the mind of this elf!" Naira dared not be careless, and ordered the black worm loudly, "until he is completely burned by the acid."

The black giant worm immediately ejected a long meat tube from its mouth, with sharp bone spurs at the tip, and shot straight at the elf, inserting it into the body that was being corroded by acid.

Amon, who was rolling in the acid, suddenly stopped.With his left hand, he grabbed the meat tube of the parasitic worm, and with a wave of his right hand, the straw pierced into his body broke in two, and the green juice fell to the ground.

"Huh?" Naira couldn't help taking half a step back.

This is a strong acid that can corrode even metals.All the clothes and flesh on Amon's body had been burned.

In the billowing white smoke that gradually subsided, a pale body appeared.

"He" had the elbow joints, knee joints and arms of a puppet, and pus was dripping like wax dripping from his body.Under that burnt face, there was a weird puppet face.

Amon raised his hand, wiped the pus all over his face, and then raised his head.His face is as smooth as an egg, without skin and flesh, the contours of the corners of his mouth are cracked to the ears, lifeless like a puppet, he looks at Naila with empty eyes, and whispers in a monotonous and emotionless voice road:

"The flesh and blood are bitter and weak..."

……

I feel Naira's breath.

Griffith looked into the distance.A strange wave of spiritual energy lingered on the bone ring, allowing him to truly sense the spiritual energy of the hand of God.

Erza has come nearby and can come to meet up at any time.The three members on the opposite side also gathered together.

"Their combination is really tricky. If you are not careful, you will be stripped of your strength and advantages by the mantra. Being approached by that bear is no joke."

After the first round of confrontation, both sides were injured, and both retreated to the bunker briefly to recover.After being supported by teammates using power words, the combat power on the other side immediately rose to a higher level, and even Griffith and the three felt dangerous.

"Our enemies are druids, the 'Truth Worders' of the path of monarchy, and an extraordinary person disguised as a ranger. I am the only ranger who accepted the orders of Silver Moon and the Queen of Starlight," Galadia said, " I speculate that she is the Sequence 6 'Recorder' of the forging pathway, and has the ability to imitate other pathways."

"Isn't that very similar to wizard's magic?" Griffith asked, "Magic can also simulate abilities in various ways."

Miss Elf shook her head:
"There is still a little difference. The recorder is already among the extraordinary, but the number of other mysterious ways that can be used is still very limited; wizards are not the same. The knowledge mastered by the polymath of Sequence 8 can contact more than a dozen different forces. gone."

Griffith took a deep breath.

Just simulating one or two mysteries can have unexpected power in battle, so how strong should Aaron, who is prophesied to bring balance between the forces of light and darkness, be.If he obtained a miracle and possessed unimaginable spiritual blessings, wouldn't he be invincible?
Griffith was at a complete disadvantage the first time he confronted Aaron.To this day, even though he has become a war knight who restrains spellcasters, the restraint of characteristics has limitations after all, and it is time-sensitive...

The core factor restricting Aaron's strength is psionic power or magic power, which may also be the reason why he looked for the Philosopher's Stone in the ruins of the Whispering Forest.

Once he has passed the superhuman stage and has miracles, he can always accept the guidance of prophecy and divination. He has the perception of a ranger, the agility of a demon hunter, the concealment of an assassin, and the shield of a paladin. His body is like a berserker, Druids are as powerful as Juggernauts, with the scope control of Plague Knights and the mysterious deprivation of Horror Knights. Every word is a mantra, walking through the cracks of the plane like a star knight, surrounded by countless undead and Summon an army!

Isn't this invincible!
Isn't this the ultimate creature!How could it be possible to win!Why does the message from Pilotis require me to defeat him! ?
This question is simply unsolvable, Griffith can only hope that what Miss Shoggoth said is not necessary to do, or there is something wrong, in short, don't force him to face the invincible savior before he thinks of a solution.

Anyway, he is not familiar with Shoggoth, it's the first time we meet, who knows if these words are true or not.Although Pilotis generously gave him two emblems of the Chosen One, Griffith could only use one of his tricks for such impossible things——

Regardless of!

I don't know Pilotes well!It's better to kill the enemy in front of you first, as long as Galadia is the one who gets the miracle in the end, is Aaron still a big deal? !
"Hahaha, hahahahaha!" Thinking of this, Griffith cheered up and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Miss Elf sitting next to him tugged at his hand suspiciously, "Is there anything good?"

"I laughed at myself for being a mediocre person, and at the group across the way at the end of the road. The lady recorder was the most seriously injured. Even if she drank the potion, she wouldn't be able to fully recover in a short time. At most, she still had [-]% of her combat power," said the knight with a grin. , "As long as I kill their injured recording officer in a surprise attack, the outcome..."

Griffith hadn't finished thinking about killing one first, when he suddenly saw the ferocious furbolg transforming into a human form under the cover of the ruins opposite, turning into a man and rolling over and changing positions.The druid then chanted the incantation loudly, and a refreshing green light flew out, drifting towards the hiding place of the injured Miss Recorder.

This is druid rejuvenation!
Even if it was hundreds of meters away, Griffith could feel that the wound cut by Hanguang quickly stopped bleeding and healed, and even the mental state of Miss Recorder had greatly improved.

Ah, this!Ugh……

Griffith sighed heavily.

"After all, this is a battle of the chosen ones, and it won't be so easy to win~ Druids can heal the body and mind, which is expected," Galadia looked at Griffith's frustrated look, I couldn't help but reached out and touched his head, "Although I'm not a druid, there are similar blessings in the elf talent."

"I didn't expect this to happen..."

"Of course," Miss Elf nodded earnestly, her cheeks still flushed, "Didn't I tell you? It can drive away bad luck and bring good luck!"

"I always thought it was your cute little excuse to kiss me..."

"That's not right!" the elf girl shouted anxiously.

Griffith thought about it and had a good idea: "I know how to deal with them!"

"How do you say it?" Galadia asked.

"I went out to fight them alone, and you are here to cover me."

"It's a bit dangerous," Miss Elf nodded, "And then?"

"After fighting for a while, I will come back and kiss, um, no, I ask you for a blessing!"

"..."

"Until they run out of fuel and the lamps dry up!"

"..."

Galadia couldn't help but rubbed her forehead: "Griffith, your understanding of blessings is a little off..."

Before she finished speaking, Erza suddenly rolled and jumped into the bunker of the two, startling the two who were plotting loudly.

"I heard it!" The officer's sister's eyes sparkled, and she put her arms around Miss Elf's slender waist, "I want to kiss you too, right? Blessings!"

"It has nothing to do with you! Go away!" Galadia hurriedly raised her hand to push.

"I exchange with you!"

"In exchange for what?"

"This!" Erza hugged Galadia tightly and did not let go, kissed her pretty face, then turned to ask the knight, "Griffith, what do you think?"

"Hoo hoo hoo!"

(End of this chapter)