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Chapter 433 Divine Comedy - Naira's Hell
Aaron felt that his throat was tightened by the rope, and his chest creaked under the heavy pressure, and his bones were about to be broken and his lungs crushed at any moment.He tried to struggle, but he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't cast even the simplest spell.

It seems that as long as Griffith is willing, he can end Aaron's life with a sword at any time.

"Kill him, kill him!

"The road to the Ritual of Ascension has opened! Embrace the power, mighty war knight!"

Layers upon layers of illusory ravings surged up like a tide, urging Griffith to act.At the same time, he found that the unstable psionic crystals of the three emblems of the Chosen One he was carrying were condensing and aggregating.

Somewhere, he had a gradually clear idea——

"It's not necessary to assist Galadia to win the winner's crown, isn't that the case!
"If I, Griffith, occupy the crown with the title of War Knight, a rare miracle will bless me. At that time, what wish does Galadia have, can't it be fulfilled for her?"

The voice in the ruins calling itself the Wishing Vessel was also urging him.Not long ago, Griffith, Galadia, and Erza shared the nine emblems in their hands equally to prevent accidents.If the emblem in Aaron's hand is captured, Griffith's advantage will be unmatched!

However, he can't do this!

As a general, prudence is better than violence.

Aaron received a near-miraculous triple protection, namely: illusory guardian spirit, high-level dying protection and high-level damage reflection.

The mighty hermit, Anas Tasios, was even wiped out under this kind of power. Griffith even took over the guardian spirit's iron fist punishment with his face, and was seriously injured by the rebound damage.The painful lesson was vividly remembered. Griffith thought that although his strength was strong, he would never be able to defeat the hermit who was almost a god. His advantage was obvious, but it was not stronger than the gap between the black magic supreme and the baby.

He must be more cautious.

Moreover, what made him even more strange was——

Galadia and Erza came really slowly, why haven't they caught up yet?
There was no way Aaron's previous group knockback could have seriously injured them.The subsequent pursuit gave enough time to recover, but until now, Griffith has not seen the two people who are known for their speed.

"Galadea, where are you?" Griffith murmured in his heart, calling out to his teammates, "Elusha, do you hear me?"

Only silence answered him.

Sure enough, there is a problem...for the generals should have a clear strategic goal, and decide the start and end of the war by themselves instead of being swayed by the battle.There are many secrets hidden in this ruin, and the wishing device wants me to kill Aaron, but I will not do so until I fully grasp the situation.The most urgent task is to meet up with Galadia and the others, and competing for miracles is a secondary matter.

Griffith has shown his strength, knocking down Aaron and taking advantage.As a qualified commander, he thought for a while and stepped aside:

"Stand up, Aaron Rendirus, our fight is over."

"?"

The mountain-like heavy pressure was suddenly relieved, and Aaron squirmed his neck that was almost broken, breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and looked at the restless Griffith:

"My strength is not exhausted, Griffith de Ravenel, and I can fight another day.

"This is just the beginning!"

Are you saying that your skill set was interrupted within a few minutes of the start of the battle, and you, who couldn't even utter a single spell, were just showing weakness? You don't want to play if you are not too bad...Griffith suppressed his thoughts of complaining, and his face was cold He said: "I heard a voice from an unknown source. Before we find out the situation, let's put aside the fight between you and me."

These words provoked Aaron somehow, and those shining red eyes became majestic like the vertical pupils of a dragon: "Arrogance, arrogance and stupidity!
"Don't think that your characteristics can restrain me, once I complete a simple adjustment, it will make you irresistible."

Griffith glanced at him, didn't answer, but said something in his heart - what do you think is your business, when I meet up with Galadia and Erza, don't you want to deal with you three-on-one? If you want to be round, you can be flat.

Griffith ignored him, and continued to maintain an inscrutable and proud look: "Where are the other chosen ones? I can't feel their trace."

Aaron's soft and delicate blond hair fluttered in the wind, his tall nose bridge and handsome cheeks twitched slightly due to ignorance, and those blood-red eyes radiated breathtaking light like stars.

how?Want to fight?Feeling deterred, Griffith held his right hand empty.The extraordinary ability "Lock Throat" is ready to go.

Aaron took a deep look at Griffith, suppressed his anger, straightened his clothes, and said in his usual mesmerizing tone:

"We are divided,
"The miracle has already taken shape, and its power will lead the remaining chosen ones to different places to receive the qualifications to reach the godhead. The one prepared for us must be not far away. Before we complete this step, Underneath the Annock Senate is a psychic labyrinth that imprisons the mind, from which the Chosen cannot escape."

oh why?Griffith wanted to ask very much, but thought that this might damage his invincible image, so he stopped talking.

Sure enough, Aaron continued:

"The emblem we hold is being deformed and reconstructed into a key to start the ceremony. This is in line with the ritual rules of the high-level advent technique, and every chosen person will get the engraving that goes directly to the root."

As soon as his words fell, Griffith found that the three emblems he held were dissipating, and the majestic and frightening spiritual energy passed through his limbs, condensing into three crossed long swords in his pupils pattern, and then dissipates away.

The shadows of the three magic balls also flashed in Aaron's eyes.

"You really are not a paladin, a desolation knight, or a death knight," Aaron noticed the vision in Griffith's eyes, and his expression moved slightly, "At first I just guessed, but this unique engraving... your real identity is the A transcendent who cut off the inherited law-breaker path, right?"

Don’t you, who have personally experienced my true power, still not know… Griffith smiled slightly, and answered slightly jokingly:
"Desolation knight, truth worder, death knight, who knows, there are more than one way to restrain magic,
"Maybe it's a ranger~"

"Hmph, what nonsense." Aaron snorted dissatisfiedly.He pondered for a moment, then continued the topic just now:
"The energy crystallized by the unstable psionic energy has been solidified by the power here and merged with us. From this moment on, you and I are both containers of the huge psionic energy needed to open miracles. I speculate that the only ones left to be chosen are Seven or eight people, in a sense, we are already candidates for the hand of God to control the ultimate power of various mysterious paths, but we have not yet become slaves of the gods."

container, me?hand of God? !
Griffith couldn't help showing a hint of surprise on his face.

"Why are you surprised? Isn't this the common sense of high-level advent techniques? Those who call for miracles must become miracle vessels, and everyone who comes here has this awareness," Aaron folded his arms, Impatiently, she tapped her arm with her fingers, "As long as you spend less time with girls and learn more about the theory of spells, you won't be surprised at this moment.

"The ignorant have but death on their mysterious journey."

I!Griffith almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Occult knowledge is not something you can learn if you want to. Shutoral, who can’t practice magic, can only rely on rote memorization and fantasy to understand magic. How abstract and unimaginable does it need to be said?It's definitely not because of any other reasons that you can't learn!
"Come on, follow me, you fool with muscles in your head will lose your life meaninglessly in this kind of place, I will lead you to the core," Aaron said, "Before you reach the miracle, You should cherish your little life!"

……

As he went deeper into the underground ruins, Griffith finally witnessed the true face of the entire ancient lost city.

In the grand and unimaginable underground world, he and Aaron continued to advance to the depths along a well-built road.The stone walls on both sides are inlaid with magnificent luminous crystals, shining brightly in the dark.

Griffith turned his gaze to the crystal, and was surprised to find that what was preserved in it turned out to be a fossil with clear stripes and waves.

This familiar object made his whole body tremble.

"Have you seen it?" Aaron noticed his strangeness, "Don't put too much thought into it, the sealed artifacts left here may imprison the mind at any time, when two people are walking together, we must be extra vigilant about the state of the other and intervene in time .”

Next, they saw more crystals, and the preserved fossils were even more astonishing—it was a chrysalis attached to wavy strips. In the center, there are many ridges, and from them branch limbs or tentacles.

Griffith will never forget that in the ruins under the Belomon Swamp, archaeologists unearthed the fossils of the same large ancient creatures.The biological fossils displayed in the Senate of the city-state of Annok are more complete, and even tentacles that have not yet fallen off can be seen.

Could these be what Pilotis said, the remains of the ancients?

"Say your wish, war knight."

That indistinct voice appeared again, making his heart throb.

"Did you hear that?" Aaron also asked sideways, "The sound of the Wishing Vessel."

"There are some vague ones, it's looking for my will." Griffith replied.

Aaron seemed to listen carefully for a while:
"Miracle will empower the chosen ones in different forms, while spying on people's hearts and realizing the fusion of spiritual energy and wishes.

"The deeper we explore, the clearer our inner desires become. Be careful, the power of the wishing device to search and confuse people will become stronger and stronger. Once you indulge in it, you will become a slave of a certain god. The real hand of God.

"You see, there is an example."

Aaron pointed down: "That is the stupid person who tried to wake up the dead and sacrifice their souls to the life weaves in the void."

Griffith saw Naira's figure.He was running anxiously in the dark, talking to someone, and then he seemed to pick up something from the ground, howling terribly.However, he had nothing in his hand and no one around him.

"What is he doing there?" Griffith asked.

"Good question," said Aaron, waving his wand, skipping the chanting, "let's take a look.

"The illusion appears."

In an instant, Griffith seemed to be back on the Summer Palace Square in Odessa.

He saw scenes of realistic illusions, exactly the same as the scene that day.Byeland's artillery spewed out continuous fire and smoke, and amidst the deafening roar, raindrops of bullets roared, and even the startled War Knight himself leaned over to avoid it.

"Don't be nervous, these are fragments of memory," Aaron said, "These are the memories of Naila von Kumansha. He was bewitched by the Wishing Vessel, and he lost his guard and let me take advantage of it. How out of control..."

Continuous pieces of bright red blood flowers bloomed in the crowd.The dull crackling sound continued continuously, and the sound of blood viscera and bones being impacted and crushed could even be heard amidst the screams.On the white-walled and blue-tiled buildings, gravel splashed everywhere, smoke billowed, and the pointed roofs looked like giants whose necks had been strangled, hanged row after row.

The screen was shaking, full of blood, blurry for people to see clearly.

Griffith knew only that the owner of the perspective was stumbling, pushing away howling wounded soldiers and townsfolk, staggering over slippery entrails.

Finally, he came to a burning building.The majestic steps and broken sculptures are still recognizable as the balcony leading to the Cathedral of the Holy Light.

Griffith couldn't help trembling, this is where Christa blessed.

The supposedly clean and spotless steps were already stained with blood, and several girls in light white silk skirts fell in a pool of blood, their bodies mutilated.They must have been maidens of a prominent Odessa family chosen that day to serve Krista.

The screen suddenly flickered rapidly.

Naira rushed down the steps, ran to a blond girl, grabbed her arm and asked.

"Tiara, Tiara, tell me where is Neferti?"

The girl being questioned had blood all over her face and her eyes were lost.She turned her head slowly, and Naira's eyes followed her, and saw a chaotic phalanx running around with their heads in their arms. There was a slim and small figure, hidden by silver waist-length hair, following the crowd in a panic. run.

It was Neferti, who was almost knocked down several times, or tripped over by wounded people on the ground, but managed to avoid it.But she was very lucky, and together with a group of officers, wizards, and Beyonders who maintained order and courage, they broke through the barrier of the defeated army and moved to a safe location.Finally, she found her brother who was approaching her. Just as she was about to run to this side to meet, a blood-red thunder fell from the back of the crowd and reached the sky.

"Crimson Lightning! That Blood Knight is here!"

In just an instant, the Extraordinary people around Neferti were routed.The heartbroken and bloody knight held a lance and long sword, and slashed at the fleeing Extraordinary. A group of armored cavalry followed him, stepping head-on towards the remnants of the defeated general.

"Nefty!"

Griffith heard the trembling and wailing deep in Naira's soul.The cavalry swept by like a storm, and when they left, there was no one standing on the ground.

(End of this chapter)