Blood tax

Chapter 574 A monster was born in this world... That kind of light is hotter than magma and dazzling than the sun

The world was covered with thick clouds, and the light of the sharp blade seeped and dripped from the shadows of the two people, intertwined and climbed up the stone wall of the temple, spreading in all directions.

Ossidis sent forth lightning and illuminated the dark clouds. Griffith raised his sword to catch the forked arc coming towards him, and the energy bounced on Yitian's blade. The two were at loggerheads.

"Help Commander!"

The most elite group of assault grenadiers in the 10th Army rushed forward with bayonets in hand. They were a variant of the Assault Reconnaissance Troop, possessing the same breastplate, grenades, flintlock musket, and two pistols, each armed with a sword or hatchet for hand-to-hand combat.

The soldiers were tall and agile, advancing and unfolding like clouds and flowing water. They aimed at the gathered, panicked, and fallen wizards and pulled the trigger, and the flames instantly connected.

There was another volley of explosions, and smoke filled the air like a dragon. More people around Osidis fell to the ground and rolled all over the ground. Many people crawled on the ground dragging their intestines. The soldiers of the 10th Army did not listen to the cry for mercy at all. They were killed all the way up the steps on the first floor of the hall, and blood flowed like a river.

There were also some wizards gathered around Ossidis.

"Hold on for the last five minutes!"

shouted Osidis. This is the Arcane Temple, where spellcasters still have their ultimate means. Many people know this secret, so they fight to the death.

With no way to escape, Lord Medwin's body was filled with dense bullet holes like a honeycomb, and he relied on his thick elemental body to resist.

Extraordinary and powerful people are not to be taken lightly. The power of extraordinary people is far superior to that of ordinary people! After the initial panic and panic, the caster relied on the temple's continuous magic power and geographical location to start blocking the intruders. They have to hold the road to the top and buy time for Yasol Ahan.

Even nobles who have lost their bodies and fighting spirit in wine and sex, and scholars who bury their heads in books and ignore the world, all have astonishing power in their counterattacks before they die.

A wizard set the floor on fire, and the lava and fire burned half an army of soldiers to death in an instant. His companions swung a crescent-like arc of light, cutting off rows of oncoming infantry.

Before they could take a breath, several charred mortals rushed out of the sea of ​​fire, hugged the flame wizard and burned them to ashes together. The moment the fire weakened, another group of infantrymen rushed up with guns in hand. The wizards who had no time to chant the spell stabbed with enchanted daggers and swords.

The two sides shot at each other in the halls and corridors, and engaged in hand-to-hand combat in one room after another. Rivers of blood flowed from the killings.

Suddenly, Griffith and the soldiers retreated. Wizards can finally take a breather. The abundant energy of the temple quickly replenished the magic power and bodies of Osidis and Medwin, and the accumulation of spellcasters in one era was unimaginably deep.

They recover faster than Griffith, and it won't be long before the ultimate weapon can kill all mortals.

Medwin laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Muggles, who else dares to challenge me!?"

Osidis swept the sleeves of his broad robe into the wind, and the power of his wand was like Optimus Prime: "You guys, don't even think about it!"

They were answered by the sound of wheels.

The artillerymen finally brought up the light infantry cannon. They set up the gun mount and pointed the black barrel at the pale caster.

"Load chain ammo!
"A volley of artillery fire!"

Amidst the huge sound of artillery, a group of light cannons sprayed out a large amount of smoke and fire.

The rotating cannonballs were like death's scythes, plowing paths of flesh and blood through the crowd! The hot solid iron ball rushed forward, causing flesh and blood to fly wherever it went.

The last resistance collapsed...

The tyrannical Medwin was shot through the head by Erza, and Osidis was chopped in two by Griffith. The grenadiers shot the fleeing wizards in the back, killing them one by one at the foot of the wall.

The precipitated caster crystals rolled everywhere.

"I want to see the Lord!

"I am the dictator's man, take me to see the Lord!"

Councilor Milovan Neville yelled frantically until a soldier rushed forward and hit him hard on the chin with the butt of his rifle, and then hit him on the lower abdomen.

The distinguished congressman immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees with a plop!
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A mysterious aura hovered in the Arcane Council member chamber.

Griffith left Erza alone and entered the meeting hall with him, letting the soldiers clear out everything.

The performance of the 10th Army was astonishing. The soldiers suffered heavy casualties, but did not waver at all. They fought resolutely and calmly, as if today's fight had been rehearsed hundreds of times in their minds.

This restrained madness has been buried for a long time.

"A monster was born in this world..." Griffith whispered.

"Huh? Where?" Erza almost immediately entered a fighting stance.

"The monster has woken up," Griffith said with inexplicable calmness and melancholy, "I am right next to it, but I know very little...

"Now it has woken up and is thirsty and needs blood."

They reached the top of the temple. I saw Yasol Ahan stumbling back to his committee seat and filling up a glass of wine. His whole body started to tremble, trembling like a lonely bird in the cold wind.

"Sir, I thought you escaped~" Erza walked towards him with a smile, "Are you going to resist? Please resist a little, it's no fun to hit a target that can't move."

Yasol Ahan's fingers were trembling, and his mind was getting weaker and weaker: "If I escape, you can fabricate evidence at will, right? Don't be proud, little girl, the magic is beyond your imagination."

"Then let me see it quickly."

Griffith walked in shortly after. His sword was stuck in its scabbard, and blood was constantly pouring out. Yasol Ahan stared at the drops of blood falling on the carpet until the Lord came a few steps in front of him. His eyes became cloudy. "What is your ultimate weapon? Where is it?"

"He has been promoted. Hahaha, this is actually true."

Yasol Yahan seemed to suddenly turn on a switch and let out a strange laugh, as if he had something in his mouth. The corners of his mouth and limbs began to twitch, his eyes revealed madness, and he even wore a sinister, uncomfortable smile when he spoke.

"Who is he?" Erza asked.

"Through the ancient ruins, the songs of elves awaken the ancient gods."

Yasol Ahan only said this. Then, he suddenly lost his vitality like a doll and just stared blankly in one direction outside the window.

"What is he looking at?"

At dusk, gray waterbirds hovered low on the Aiyu River, and a rising moon cast a sparkling reflection on the water.

At this time, the gunshots in the temple had subsided, leaving only low wails echoing for a long time. Soldiers were dragging piles of bodies outside.

The moonlight reflected bright red, and the mist surged.

The blood moon was hanging above the diffuse fog. Griffith vaguely noticed an ominous ripple coming silently along the sparkling river under the moonlight, but before the ripples hit the shore, the ripples had already dissipated.

At first, this was unnoticeable, just a sight on one of the usual bloody days in Bijaland's thousand-year history.

Gradually, both Griffith and Erza noticed that something was wrong. This seemed to be some kind of sign; however, it seemed to be very eye-catching. Compared with ordinary ripples, this ripple gave people a completely different impression in terms of movement. .

Strange and treacherous.

As the ripples disappeared on the stone embankment on the shore, a strange roar suddenly came from the sparkling water; it was a loud noise that had never been heard before, as if coming from the abyss of hell, high and high The voice seemed to be mercilessly mocking any form of mercy.

Griffith drew his sword and put it against Yasol Ahan's throat:

"Say, what did you do?"

The committee member was unable to answer. He turned into ashes in front of the two of them, not even leaving behind his extraordinary characteristics.

At the same time, the induction of God's hand became clearer. Different from the previous kind of pure aura that was free from all impurities and had infinite potential, a chaotic and powerful energy field was so close that it made people palpitate.

After a moment of confusion, Griffith seemed to understand the source of this power——

Aaron Lentilus - he is the ultimate weapon of the Arcane Council! ?

Aaron seems to have paid a heavy price for something, and is no longer even his original self. The summoning circle of the Arcane Council bound him and descended not far away.

The temple is shaking, it's roaring! Troops ran out of the building, preparing to fight.

Griffith hurried to the window and looked towards the place where the breath was surging. Suddenly, the sky was pierced by a torrent of blue-white light. Dusk turned into day, and Griffith saw such a dazzling light for the first time. Even the brilliance of God's Hand when fighting with all its strength cannot be compared to this.

Griffith was dizzy from the bright light. He felt Erza grab him and quickly rushed out of the top floor of the temple and jumped down. An incredibly hot stream of fire rolled behind the two of them.

The roaring footsteps were as heavy as pressing on my heart, making it hard to breathe with every step. This kind of suffocation is a tremor rooted in human primitive instinct, a long-lasting, soul-shaking sound in the mind, and it is slowly, slowly approaching.

"Disperse the whole army, and regroup in the nearby valley with squadrons as units!" Erza shouted in a penetrating voice, "Move lightly, without artillery!"

My ears were full of footsteps and shouts, as well as the sounds of collisions and collapses.

Finally, Griffith saw the thing clearly. Under the night sky, the rock-like body that seemed to have existed for hundreds of millions of years reflected a faint dim metallic color under the light of the fire.

This is a huge and blasphemous monster that looks a bit like a mixture of humans, squids, and arthropods; its thick and ferocious chitinous shell is covered with sharp horns, and every tentacle near its lower jaw and mouthparts seems to be alive. . Its huge forelimbs have open claws and short deformed tentacles, and its hind limbs appear short and thick.

A cruel and vicious aura is emanating from the whole body, arousing indescribable echoes in the soul.

This is a hybrid creature, physically and spiritually more powerful than any creature Griffith has ever come into contact with before. Its size was overwhelming, like a mountain, moving slowly and inexorably through the town.

The city of Valen and the Arcane Temple burst into flames, turning the sky red. Occasionally flashes of lightning penetrated the sky from the ground, and debris rained down on the sky.

Its appearance is accompanied by unstoppable destruction, far beyond the concept of hybrid body.

"That day, the ancient god did appear, but the night was too dark and I couldn't see him clearly. Everything was shrouded in darkness, and a strange and unknown feeling came over me...

"It is bigger than all the creatures that humans have seen in all history. It is so big that it seems that the ancient gods did not create the world, but the ancient gods themselves are a world.

"That kind of light is hotter than magma and dazzling than the sun. It cannot be produced by living things..."

At this moment, Griffith remembered the words of Pepperanchi - the ancient gods summoned by those crazy scholars using the "Dead Sea Script" in the city-state of Anok in the eastern continent.

He remembered every word of Peperange, as if the conversation of that day was imprinted on his soul. When he faced the creature in front of him, he couldn't do anything else except chant and praise.

"Griffith, attack it?" Erza shook his shoulders, "Hey, hey, hey! Are you still there?"

It is so huge that it almost becomes the embodiment of the word incredible. The earth was shaking, and the air was filled with an indescribable, almost divine aura that eclipsed all existence.

Could all this have been determined long ago? Whose will?

Griffith watched as the monster's back, which almost occupied the entire field of vision, sank into the river little by little, heading towards the city of Beyeland.