Blood tax

Chapter 465 Pursuit
Just as the shield supported by Murat fell, a ball of venom between liquid and solid hit the shield with a "boom" and deflected, bounced towards the mid-air, and splashed on the open space beside it.The rocks and gravel stained with this venom suddenly sizzled, corroding in the foul-smelling thick smoke.

Supported by the strong resistance of the war knight, Griffith hastily concealed under the negative effect of petrification.Although he has the shield provided by Murat, who was temporarily promoted to the extraordinary rank, but this layer of defense has a limit after all.A Chaos Beast, which is obviously much stronger than its kind, is sniping at him, and will mobilize nearby monsters to attack him.

Russell, who was attacking ordinary monsters, immediately turned around, raised his hand and pointed at Medisa.

"Psionic whip!"

A ferocious psionic impact immediately whipped up like a long whip, making Medisa scream.Where she was hit by Russell's whip, her scales exploded, her skin was torn apart, and her spiritual energy and flesh burned together.Griffith's whole body relaxed for a while, and the dangerous petrified eye effect was terminated due to the loss of spiritual energy supply.

The Chaos Beast "Magic Eye Aijiete", which was sniping Griffith, jumped over in a hurry, and with a few tough tentacles rolled up, it pulled up the injured Medisa to hide.This Chaos Beast is obviously stronger, more powerful, and very cunning than its similar-looking counterparts.It rescued its companions, and came back to snipe in a blink of an eye, and every time it launched an attack, it immediately hid itself among the vast number of monsters, and after a while, it appeared from other places like a gopher, facing Griffith, who was observing the battlefield. Spray two sips.

While maintaining the buff state of the other four, Griffith seized the time to examine the battlefield.

Between the dark sky and the vast land, among the rolling hills and villages, there are traces of monsters.They gathered from all directions like an army, continuously outflanking and besieging them.Isius, despite having so many troops on the attack, hastily left the battlefield.There is no doubt that the place he is rushing to now must be the key to the whole battle - the location of Neferti.

Although it is not a problem for the five Griffiths present to resist the monster in front of them, there are limits to individual spiritual and physical strength.If this anxiety continues, sooner or later they will be overwhelmed by the numerical advantage.Not to mention that among the monsters there is a particularly powerful manticore poised to strike.

Murat rushed to the vicinity of Griffith and said to him: "Most of the creatures here are unstable life forms made by alchemy, monsters with low intelligence. However, some particularly powerful individuals are Westy Soldiers of the Luo Special Forces and their ilk.

"Even if they gradually lose control during the mutation and become this inhuman appearance, their strength should not be underestimated."

Griffith weighed the situation quickly, grabbed the newly captured Banshee and threw it to Murat:
"Our immediate priority is not to fight them.

"Rush out and get out of this battlefield.

"You go and take back the captives, and I will chase Iseus. After the battle, we will evacuate separately, and we will gather in the town controlled by Bayeran in the east."

As soon as the words fell, a skeletal horse surrounded by black mist jumped out of the wreckage on the ground.Griffith jumped on the horseback, holding a bloody thorn in his hand, and rushed outside.

……

Desai rushed out of the encirclement with Neferti.

To the north is Kloseel's castle, to the south is the sinister forest, monsters block the road to the east, and wandering shadows are everywhere on the gray land.If the whole team is there, they can still rush over, but the only person who can fight now is Desai himself.

How to do?There are dangers everywhere... Needless to say, being hunted by monsters controlled by Iseus, even if you just encounter a team of rebels, everything will be over.

"Go over there!"

Desai was hesitating, but Neferti behind him suddenly pulled his arm and pointed to the west road.

That's the direction they came from, and it's where the rebels came from.However, Desai had a strange feeling and subconsciously galloped in that direction.

He ran as fast as he could.It didn't take long for the military horse to start foaming at the mouth, and it would not last long to maintain the previous speed.At this time, Desai had no choice but to slow down, and got off the horse himself, leading the horse forward.

The road became narrower and narrower, and Kloseel's castle was already hidden by the hills, and rustling noises could be heard from the bushes beside the road from time to time, making it seem like enemy soldiers were approaching in Desai.

With the round shield in one hand and the rein in the other, he walked forward fearfully, not daring to rest for a moment.

"Why, do you want to listen to me?"

In the silence, the girl on the horse suddenly asked him.This soft and waxy voice made Desai's hanging heart relax a bit.

Yes, why?He froze for a moment and replied:

"I bet your inspiration is on point."

"The inspiration is very accurate~" Neferti chuckled with a complicated expression, as calm as resigned to fate, as if talking about other people's affairs: "If you didn't bring me from Odessa, your friends Maybe not, unfortunately."

"We are soldiers, we are extraordinary people," Desai replied, "we are destined to be accompanied by danger."

"Dangerous and dangerous cannot be generalized," the girl shook her head. "Nira and I were chosen by the gods. From the moment you accidentally stepped into this dangerous vortex, misfortune has been quietly following you."

Desai raised his head and glanced at the girl: "Well, I admit, if I'm fighting thousands of enemies, I have nothing to complain about; dealing with indescribable gods is too terrifying, completely beyond out of my reach."

"Huh?" Neferti couldn't help raising her eyebrows.She wanted to say something, but couldn't make it out for a while.The two walked forward in silence for a while, and then Neferti said:
"You said something strange just now."

"Strange words?" Desai asked suspiciously.

"Well," Neferti nodded, "The god who wants to sacrifice me, do you think he is an unrecognizable existence, is it extremely terrifying?"

"That's right," Desai looked at the girl, "Is there anything wrong with me saying that?"

"No~" Neferti whispered, "But at the same time, you feel that you can understand thousands of enemies."

"Correct."

"Hey~ Strange~" Neferti sighed, "There are tens of thousands of people with different experiences and identities, if they all stand in front of you, can you know who is going to fight you and who is willing to be yours? Allies, and why do they each have such an idea?"

Desai was silent.He couldn't answer that question.

Neferti seemed to be talking to herself:

"What a strange thing~ Take me as an example, the gods and his believers think that I can be useful, but I don't know where my destiny is going; and you, a soldier, really know how to organize this war Where are the tens of thousands of people going?"

Desai grew bored.If the two continue to chat like this, his head will probably become a mess.He felt that the girl was laughing at him, so he replied bluntly:
"As you say, who knows?"

"Mr. Knight knows!" Neferti replied almost subconsciously.She seemed to feel that Griffith's name was hot, so she dared to use "Mr. Knight" as a substitute.

"Captain?" The answer really surprised Desai.In his opinion, Neferti should be very afraid of Captain Griffith.

Before he could finish the conversation, Neferti suddenly changed the subject: "Are you taking me with you, are you planning to get rid of me when necessary?"

Desai swallowed subconsciously, and lied in a low voice: "No."

"You liar!" The girl reached out and slapped Desai's helmet, "You and Mr. Knight really look alike."

"Really?" Desai felt that he had heard a rare compliment, and immediately became cheerful, "Tell me, how do I look like the captain!"

"I just think, you guys... from the depths of your soul, you're all broken."

"..."

"Isn't that the case?" Neferti said, "As long as there is war, you will run all the way to the end of becoming monsters, with the appearance of monsters, the smell of monsters, and the thoughts of monsters. As for the name of the skin itself, it is called It makes no difference whether Mr. Knight, Desai, or Earl So-and-so.

"Of course, Mr. Knight, he is completely broken, and you don't know how high it is with a semi-finished product like you!"

Desai was speechless, but not disgusted either.The girl's voice was nice, and the topic was unpleasant but comfortable to listen to. It even made him relax from the complete despair not long ago.

Suddenly, he stopped and drew out his sword with a bang.

There is clearly a tripping rope among the grass in front of the road.It's the rebels!Ambush by the rebels!The rebels have already set up an ambush here.

Immediately, a team of men with pitchforks and spears emerged from both sides of the road.The leader was clad in dull scale armor, the others were clothed in commoner clothes, and all of them together were less than half as heavy as Desai's breastplate and mail.

These people are the militia of the rebels!
There are more than a dozen of them, circling around Desai.This is obviously trained and knows how to lure the feudal knight on foot to attack until he can't even lift his sword, and finally launch a counterattack.

The whole world seemed to vibrate to the beat of the drum.The ground wasn't shaking, Desai told himself, it was his heart that was beating.

"Stand back!" Desai patted the army horse Neferti was riding on, telling her to back off, and stepped forward to meet the enemy alone.

The leading militiaman stopped and spoke: "Do you know who we are? Beyeran's lackeys."

Desai snorted contemptuously, and unzipped the dagger belt around his waist without moving.

More than a dozen pitchforks stabbed at him in a blink of an eye, but the second-level team leader pushed aside with his shield, and then swung his long sword violently at one person, knocking him to the ground on the spot.

The rest of the rebel militia escaped unscathed, and Qi Qi raised his spear to stab again.

Desai retreated and fought.The militiamen quickly retracted after one thrust, followed by another thrust.The pitchfork slashed across the second-level team leader's chest, making a piercing metal scraping sound, leaving several long scratches on the breastplate.

Desai snatched a pitchfork and knocked down a man with a backhand throw.Excited by the blood of their comrades, the militiamen screamed: "The robbers of Bayeran, you come to rob and bully, you gangsters!"

Huh, the militia is the militia, are you here to fight or to talk nonsense... Desai didn't answer, adjusted his breathing as quickly as possible, and suddenly charged to one side, killing the third enemy.The other militiamen scattered again.

"Repent!"

A militiaman nimbly stabbed the second-level squad leader in the abdomen, hitting the breastplate with a loud noise, but it had no effect.Desai stretched out his hand and was about to slash back, when suddenly the pitchfork swayed around, stretching in and out like a poisonous snake's tail, stabbing randomly at his arms and eye sockets.

Every blow from the militiamen couldn't penetrate Desai's double armor, but they continued to circle, stab, and retreat, pulling the action of the second-level squad leader.

There was a stalemate like this for a long time.They came and went, in constant circles.Desai knocked out a few people, but the militiamen also stabbed him in the arm, thigh and even the back three times.His cavalry shield has also been speared many times and has been torn in several places.Desai neither yelled nor cursed, focused dully on the fight.

The militiamen were not silent.

"Bandits!" they shouted, feinting at the same time.

"Murderer!" The militiamen yelled, and a pitchfork stabbed the throat of the second-level squad leader, but it could only graze the thick iron throat guard, making a harsh sound.

The others aimed at Desai's eyes, and a cloud of thrusts forced him back, scraping his breastplate.The pitchfork was several feet longer than Desai's sword, enough to render the latter unwieldy.Desai tried several times to cut off the pitchfork when the militiamen charged, but there were too many enemies, and such efforts were as useless as cutting the wings of a fly.

Desai became more and more anxious.He glanced in Neferti's direction from time to time, afraid that the militiamen would take her hostage.Sweat and heat filled his helmet, and the visor had only a narrow eye slit, severely restricting observation.The enemies in all directions made him more and more overwhelmed.

Hell, it's just some militiamen with pitchforks, and I can't beat them!

I'm getting weaker!Is it because of Neferti!
(End of this chapter)