Blood tax

Chapter 608: Final Chapter: Whole Territory Magic Blockade
"The ray axis has shifted 5 mils to the left!"

Provis personally commanded the decisive battle weapons, burning several groups of human infantry and nearby elven garrisons to ashes.

Human troops entered Canaan from many roads. The blinding light of Genesis could burn through the shields of demigods, but it was powerless against a large number of small, fast, and scattered targets, and could not stop the tide-like offensive.

Before the refraction of Genesis faded, the heavy object broke through the sky. The Tears of the Moon Goddess were thrown down from the sky again, shattered into a rain of fire in the clouds.

At the moment when the infantry and cavalry entered the city, the Canaan Senate, which had been confident of victory, was speechless for a moment. Apart from mechanically operating the Genesis to shoot randomly, the front-line troops did not receive the order to return for reinforcements, the recruited new troops could not find the captain, and Bayerlan had already reached the temple. Some of the elders led a small group of confidants to try to block the road, some disappeared with the entire department, or just stared in amazement at the chaos of the headquarters.

The last garrison of Canaan could not hold out after fighting for only a few hours and had to retreat to the vicinity of the temple and set up an arc-shaped defense line.

After a long while, an adjutant came to report:
"Psychic communication has been connected."

Provis hurried to the communication hub, took the echo crystal from the herald who was testing it, and broadcast to the entire army near Canaan: "I am Provis, now issuing a retreat order..."

The heralds present were all shocked: "Sir, do not use full-frequency communication, do not use full-frequency communication!"

"What I need now is time, time!" Provis said sternly. "The enemy situation is serious now. Marshal Paulus, Marshal Selandis, the Nebula Temple has been attacked suddenly. In the name of the Senate, I order the front-line troops to immediately leave the White Tower and Red Castle defense lines and gather in the suburbs to intercept the enemy assault group; the garrison troops will be deployed in the southeast of the Nebula Temple to form a coherent defense line.

"Repeat once more—

"All troops, come closer to me, come closer to me quickly!"

Salorian also sensed the weakening chaos, but he was dragged to the top of the tower by Galadria's sword, and could only watch as the Bayerlan infantry entering the city continued to attack the defense line of the elven garrison.

The forward command that arrived at the front line also captured Proviso's order.

"Commander, we have received a full-frequency psychic transmission from the Elven Command. The Special Investigation Team is verifying it."

Roland raised the whip in his hand and said, "What are you still verifying? Provis has already told us all the deployments. The main force of Canaan cannot come back, and their garrison troops have not built a complete blocking position. Now is the time to make a detour and attack them, using chaos to disrupt! Griffith, what are you waiting for?"

Griffith wiped the blood on his hands on his breastplate, took out half a cocoa cookie from the wounded elf beside him and stuffed it into his mouth:
"I am waiting for the cuirassiers."

The earth was shaking as if thunder was rolling.

The elven garrison guarding the barricades scattered, and soon a cuirassiers appeared in their way.

Then the second, the third...

Battalions of cavalry marched through the streets, forming a dense formation with their knees touching at the end of the long street. Their breastplates and helmets were painted with flying eagles, glittering in the sun.

As the ocean of metal appeared on the street, the noisy city suddenly became quiet. The grenadiers and artillerymen who had broken through the defenses and demolished the barricades made way for the silver-shining fence-riders, which swept past like mercury, blinding people.

The Bayerlan Assault Cavalry broke through the Dark Swamp and assembled around Griffith. After the infantry occupied the frontline positions, they entered the city along different roads that had been marked by the Canaanite rebels and intelligence departments, bypassed the positions of the elven garrison, and assembled in front of the temple with the precision of a clock.

The elves guarding the temple looked at the silver waves gathering and felt like a mouse falling into a bag, and they couldn't breathe.

"it's time."

Griffith mounted his horse.

The spellcaster's temple has not been breached yet, and their doomsday has not yet come, only because the firepower projected by "Genesis" has burned several seas of fire in the city and suburbs, temporarily blocking the assault of the human grenadiers.

The golden-red buildings and jade-like streets were covered with corpses, weapons, broken armor and flags. The flowing blood dyed the long white stone street red. The rumbling horses' hooves trampled the flower fields, and the river running through the city was filled with dense corpses. The magic breath sensed the impending disaster, and the kingdom of God on earth collapsed.

The Bayerlan army that is chasing the elves' reinforcements is approaching, and the assault troops that have crossed the Dark Swamp are already at the gates of the city.

The civilization of two eras was about to fade away, and the twenty-year plan was sure to win. Before the final charge, Christa rode past the team with the eagle flag held high. Although everyone had not slept all night, their fighting spirit was still high.

"Offer the sacraments, pray with all your heart,

"Join the war we can easily control. Let the darkness dissipate today and victory is at hand!"

Everyone's eyes followed her flag, and their thoughts became hot before dawn.

"Hail Alicia!"

She stood in front of Griffith: "Go ahead, Griffith, no matter what happens, don't stop."

The sky roared and rolled, and an extraordinary aura gathered in the sky. The crowned god was watching here!

Their wills turned into a huge shield and a sharp blade of reality, causing Griffith to tremble slightly: "What will happen when I shatter the miracle?"

"We are God's agents, but we are also human. When the miracle ends, we will simply return to being mortals."

Erza passed by him and surrounded him with Christa. She held Griffith's shaking hand tightly and said, "In the final battle, we will cover you and take Galadilla. Only by destroying the psychic beacon that connects to the will of the virtual world can the miracle be stopped."

"Armored cavalry, forward!"

The passionate drum beats resounded through the sky.

The cuirassiers started slowly. Following the eagle flags and drums, thousands of horse hooves made a terrifying thundering sound, and they spread out like flowing clouds and water on the long street covered by the infantry, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a majestic fence.

The final weapon, Genesis, immediately turned around and hit the human cavalry. Christa opened the flag, and the silver sword in her hand turned into a pure light like lapis lazuli. The strong light hit the shield and refracted the sky, breaking through the haze and shattering into golden petals all over the sky.

"Target, the temple gate, charge in!"

The Magic Fountain sensed the impending disaster, and all kinds of mysteries splashed out. The white stone thoroughfare gushed out mud, shadows covered the sunlight, and an indescribable frenzy surged. The roaring filth seemed to spew out from the abyss of hell, and the invisible storm of pain tore and echoed. This chaotic wailing-like outbreak overflowed from the ritual core of the temple, becoming like a chant that recited the terrifying nightmare of an entire era.

The shock cavalry fell into slowness, bad luck, curse, and loss, and many people disappeared from the team without a trace.

Griffith saw the darkness dragging his companions, and lifted Han Guang up, and the lightning and blood turned into a blade of light, slashing at the magical aura. This strike split the spell, breaking the domain, and the magical aura retreated in an instant.

Roland jumped forward, and the smoke and steam gathered behind him like the God of Fire's hammer, which he threw down:

"Comrades, rush over and cover Griffith as he rushes in!

"Hurrah!" The armored cavalry, advancing like a wall, broke through the entanglement of the spell with a magnificent formation and launched a mass attack. The rain of horse hooves made people's hearts twitch. The elves who sniped along the way disappeared as soon as the cavalry arrived.

The street suddenly cracked, and an indescribably huge black shadow broke out of the ground.

A bunch of surging tentacles, growing on a slippery gray-black bag-like body... In addition to the pile of stretched and curled tentacles, there is a lump at the front of this thing... The terrifying, disgusting creature tore apart and opened its petal-like mouthparts. Amid the strange roar that penetrated the soul, the overwhelming black and yellow filth sprayed out, and Fiona, wrapped in light, was stopped on the road under the protection of the two death knights, Nona and Kulala.

Unable to interfere with the battle below, Salorian dispatched Fiona and the Death Knights deployed on the front line to rush back to Canaan via the burrowing demon worms.

Griffith's hand holding Han Guang trembled. The assault cavalry might be delayed for a while by the three men, but their destruction would also be in the blink of an eye.

The next second after they appeared, Lana bit his lip, accelerated past Griffith, and accelerated towards the girl surrounded by light in front.

"Hey, Lana...what are you doing?"

Murat and Russell passed by Griffith, their bronze faces whiter than snow, and their sword-holding hands twitching as their teeth clenched.

"Humph, are you stupid? Griffith, are you stupid?" They passed by, making gurgling sounds, "Of course her opponent can only be me! Only me, understand!?"

The war horses made violent collisions, and amid the thundering sound of horse hooves, several figures flew out from the charging route.

Griffith was surrounded by dense cavalry and moved forward. He turned his head to see his friends, but could only see a pair of determined eyes under the helmets. He looked back and saw the gate of the temple in front of him. The panicked elves were trying to block it!
"Arandel, go forward and break open that place!"

He raised his hand and pointed, and amidst the surging ripples of spiritual energy, a roar that resounded through the heavens and earth rushed straight into the sky. A blue torrent suddenly surged up from the wet and muddy streets, and huge waves several meters high rose from the ground and came like a wall.

Amidst the roaring waves, there was also the echo of thick and crazy breathing, and with it an overwhelming aura of oppression, the illusory shadow of a ship was crushing towards them.

Amid the raging waves, the huge ship with its towering white sails turned from virtual to real, sailing on dry land, breaking through time, space and distance. The vertical and wide bow, the streamlined hull, and the sails fluttering in the wind crushed over with an unstoppable momentum.

Arendelle's flagship "Brenhill" arrives on the battlefield. Even if Griffith can no longer summon undead warships to fight, Arendelle has the power to summon flagships across time and space!
In the howling wind, the battleship cruiser spread its huge white sails like clouds. A slim black-haired woman stepped on the side of the ship, holding the rope with her hands, and swung the blue water knife down in the air.

As the shields were lifted up, patches of orange-red light lit up on the starboard side of the battleship! Thunder rumbled, smoke billowed, and long whips of fire and steel lashed the earth, instantly illuminating the sky and the earth.

The cannons of the Brunnhill fired in unison, creating a cliff-like auditory fault in the air. The gate of the Nebula Temple seemed to have been hit by a meteor shower, shaking violently in the dense and windy roar.

The door of the temple, which was older than an era, collapsed.

A flash of lightning shot forward, and the stream of light from the arc collided with the rain of arrows, exploding into bright light particles like a galaxy. Erza shattered the barrier, stabbed several guards who rushed over to the ground, and together with Amber, she covered Griffith and rushed in. Part of the army blocked the elf garrison troops that came back to support, and the other part followed in.

At this point, the people gathered around Griffith were all selected Beyonders, and they cooperated very well with each other, and they could understand each other with just a glance. When they rushed into the temple, they were shocked to find that the magnificent decorations here had been corroded by some liquid, forming spiral patterns that were as clear as tree rings.

The spiral staircase of the Elf Temple was so long that it seemed endless. It was like a maze in a nearly chaotic spatial configuration. The higher you went, the wetter and muddier the surroundings became. The pungent smell made you excited and aroused your crazy thoughts. The ticking sound came from somewhere, monotonous and empty, like the blood dripping from the neck of a condemned prisoner.

This huge building had countless halls, rooms, and corridors, but Griffith only wanted to go to one place. He headed straight for the ceremonial platform on the upper level, from which he would ascend to the top of the tower, where the final battle would take place and the outcome would depend on it.

Everyone was silent.

"Wait a minute, can you do it?" Erza asked in a low voice, following closely behind him.

That's why we can't stop. No matter how much sacrifice we have to make, we must win. In order to prevent the blood from flowing in vain, we must shed more blood... Griffith gritted his teeth and walked forward quickly.

After turning a corner, a towering column nearly 20 meters high suddenly appeared in front of us. These stone columns supporting the top floor and the marble floor below were covered with tentacle-like dark purple mucus, which was spreading to other parts of the building. When stepped on, it made a "crunching" sound, and even burst, splashing the thick substance everywhere.

There is a spring in the center of the hall. The dome above has collapsed, and hundreds of tons of rocks have fallen directly near the spring. The dark spring has a deep breath, like a single eye spying on its prey, and one can even faintly hear the roar of the sea tide!
This is the wonder of the elves, the "Magic Fountain" where magic power so rich that it is almost tangible gathers.

As soon as Griffith looked at the magical spring, he immediately sensed that there was a vast and almost non-existent existence lurking in the depths. The size of its body was so huge that it even exceeded the edge of the world, making it impossible to see the whole picture.

The spiritual energy gathered entirely by magic power continued to ripple. Once they sensed the breath of this giant, many extraordinary people who came here felt dizzy and were dragged by the dangerous and terrifying breath, almost falling into the spring.

"The 'Magic Fountain' is watching you..."

The place was full of withered mages. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes, with extremely sophisticated accessories and weapons, but they all looked listless, had no will to fight, and curled up in the corners in a very dejected manner.

"It seems that all the elves here are abnormal," Erza walked in front, "The miracle is affecting the creatures here."

Griffith was suddenly touched. He looked over and saw the pale-haired Salorian under the ruins of the collapsed tower, with his face extremely hideous and twisted, and finally disintegrated like foam. Galadilla, covered in blood, sat tiredly on the steps, holding two large swords in the moonlight.

Seeing the knight coming, the elf lady's pale mouth also drew an arc:
"Ah, you're here."

"Here I come," Griffith hurried forward and said softly, "According to the agreement, I will lead the army to break through your woods and take you away."

“Hahaha,” the elf lady chuckled, “Then you have to stab me with a sword and turn me into a banshee. Canaan’s shackles are broken, but the magic here still binds me. It’s not easy to get away.”

Griffith held Hanguang and gestured. The other Beyonders consciously stepped aside more than ten steps, and Roland anxiously poked his head out of the crowd.

"Only by completely defeating the Hand of God can we seize power," Erza said, "At least from my case, this is an effective way to strip it away."

"Are you sure?" Amber was shocked. "What if we kill her?"

The magical spring suddenly roared, and the unprecedented loud noise echoed in the hall, shaking people so much that they couldn't stand steadily.

"What are you still hesitating about! Griffith, this is not just your business!" Roland pushed his companions aside and stepped out of the crowd. "This is the mission given to you by the times!"

Griffith's teeth were chattering, and his sword-holding hand was moving uncontrollably. Seeing that he couldn't do it, the elf lady reached out and gently pressed his wrist to support the blade.

"I am the princess of the elves, the darling of Silver Moon and Starlight. On the day I was born, the entire forest of Canaan was calling my name," Galadilla said softly, "Do you still remember the tragedy you saw in that garden when you first came to Canaan?"

"Remember," Griffith murmured.

Miss Elf nodded:
"Well, at first, I didn't understand.

"Now, I understand.

"Everything that fate has given me, I will eventually pay for."

She thrust forward. Han Guang pierced her body, and the bloody blade stained her waist-length hair red. Griffith fell to his knees with a clang, and hurriedly hugged Galadilla's limp body.

The power of the Hand of God began to emanate from the dying Galadilla's body, and Griffith sensed that his power was increasing. The Beyonders who were watching rushed forward, and Erza took out the potion that she had prepared long ago and poured it into Galadilla's mouth. The Beyonders who were good at healing in the team immediately came up to stop the bleeding and bandage her wounds.

"Is this all right?" Amber was unsure. "I can feel her changes, but... well, something is still wrong here."

Many fragments of memories and knowledge flooded into Griffith's brain like a tide, and the surging spiritual energy almost overwhelmed him to the ground. He couldn't say a word, and couldn't even move a finger. At the same time, he clearly sensed that the "magic spring" had not stopped.

The energy pool in the virtual world not only did not dissipate, but instead began to rotate at a faster speed.

Roland squeezed over and asked loudly, "What's going on? Did it work?"

"..." Everyone was stunned for a while before someone whispered, "It seems not."

"Now how to do?"

Dozens of extraordinary people looked at each other. Suddenly, a terrifying mysterious aura flooded out from the "Magic Spring", and the needle-like sense of danger made the pupils of the people present shrink... Something was about to crawl out of the spring!

The heavy echoes, like heartbeats and panting, gradually accelerated, rumbling in the magic spring. The ground also trembled, and dark ripples rose in the spring water.

"Griffith."

Somewhere in the dark, Griffith heard Sonya's voice. After the explosion of the Tears of the Moon in the sky destroyed the psychic network, the ability to transmit information over long distances almost failed. However, he could hear the voice of the Countess, and the abnormal state of being unable to move gradually faded. When he turned around, he saw a crack in the air, and Sidious came here with Sonya and two other companions.

As soon as the Countess arrived, the pale golden light of the contract descended, covering Griffith and repairing his body; this power was effective even for the seriously injured elf and began to heal her injuries.

"There is no sign of the miracle stopping! The elves outside are transforming into withered mages in large numbers and gathering here," Sidious said, "It seems that these measures are not enough to solve the problem."

"I agree! There are more and more pointed ears down there, and they come very quickly, as if all the elves in Canaan are being summoned by something!"

The man behind Sidious shouted in a rough voice. Ophelia, who was present, looked and found that it was Brunaf and Aslante who attacked Homenworth. Everyone showed their weapons, but the orcs just grinned and greeted them as if they were guests.

The troll lady on the side knelt and saluted to the humans who were surrounding her:

"Aslanthe, the shadow priestess, comes to be at your service,
"My Lord who controls the Lightless Realm has sent a message to the Knights of War that the 'Magic Spring' has taken shape and has become a bridge connecting reality and the void. The Hand of God is no longer the only beacon for the arrival of miracles; the 'Magic Spring' is the collection of the thoughts of all spellcasters and must be terminated by the collective will of the spellcasters of Canaan, otherwise it will continue to operate until the twisted will of the void arrives."

"..."

"..."

Everyone present was shocked. The situation had developed beyond their expectations. If the elves could agree to stop, wouldn't that mean Canaan had been defeated by Bayerlan and surrendered unconditionally?

"It must be stopped by the collective will of the Canaan spellcasters?" Griffith fell into deep thought. Almost all the plans to prevent the end of reincarnation have been used.

Maybe there is one last solution...

The battle outside the temple became more intense. The cavalrymen on the periphery dismounted and set up defenses at the entrance and corridors to block the crazy monsters. The originally sluggish withered magicians in the hall suddenly jumped up and launched an attack. Galadilla woke up from her coma. There were dozens of high-level extraordinary people gathered here, covering almost all the roads, but no one had ever seen such a situation and didn't know how to deal with it.

Until the "Magic Spring" answered them.

At first, everyone saw the vague features of Thalorian in the spring. Soon, he was no longer human, but a shoggoth, no, something even more horrible. Its exact shape was impossible to describe, and its changes and distortions were so far out of reality that they became part of its own concept.

A nightmarish black shape, its amorphous body emitting a foul odor, crawled and flowed forward... Part of the horrific giant body rose from the spring, and thousands of green, pus-like eyes constantly formed and decomposed on its surface.

"spread!"

The Beyonders retreated hastily. The body that almost filled the entire spring stretched out huge tentacles, crushing all the nearby elven withered mages and absorbing them without leaving any debris. The tentacles crawled on the ground that flashed with evil reflections. Once all the withered mages in the temple were preyed upon by his tentacles, they immediately dissolved into parts of the amorphous protoplasmic blister.

That terrifying, mocking cry rang in my ears.

Looking directly at this monster, people's minds were violently shocked. If it weren't for the spiritual enhancement of Griffith's war sequence, many people's minds would be shattered on the spot. At the same time, everyone knew some knowledge of mysticism.

Shoggoth-Saron (King of Shoggoths), a hybrid of Shoggoths and the demigod Thalorian. The embodiment of magic, an undead monster, a thousand-faced demon in the shadows of time and space.

Its hideous body was immersed in the "magic spring", and only its head and the topmost tentacles could enter reality.

[After thousands of experiments, splits, and transfers, Salorian gained a body and spirit that surpassed that of a demigod, leaving human nature behind and entering the realm of energy and concepts. When the human skin could no longer serve as a container, his will was transferred to the ancient creation.]

Shug-Saron possesses the fusion characteristics of many mythical creatures——

Fusion Characteristics: High-level mind control. His powerful will can capture a large number of magical creatures as an endless army, and can even drive saints and death knights to fight for it.

Fusion characteristics: Magic, omnipotent. Shug-Saron has huge tentacles that can perform heavy blows and lashes, and countless small tentacles; each small tentacle is more powerful than an extraordinary wizard, and can release attacks and curses at will, and perform almost all mysterious spells. Instant Death Judgment, Heart and Bone Gnawing, and Death Coil are His favorites.

Fusion Characteristics: Mind Twisting. Life that faces Shug-Saron or senses the aura of terror will continue to be incubated by twisted wills, quickly losing their sanity and becoming a madman or a puppet.

Fusion Characteristics: Unstoppable Ending. The existence of Shugo-Saron is a rift of destruction, and something is following Him.

It can't be stopped. The elves opened the passage to the virtual world, and the twisted will is assimilating with their entire tribe. Now, this container is no longer needed. The creatures attracted by magic are gathering here, and even autonomous ancient monsters are spawning. It won't be long before they will gather here and call for the final end with their collective will!

"Prepare for battle!" Roland shouted, "Griffith and I will be the core of the defense, the long-range team will follow Sidious, and Erza will lead the melee!
"Everyone, get ready!"

Shug-Saron murmured an unintelligible strange sound, mocking Griffith.

"Haha, come and compete with my minions..."

Griffith felt overwhelmed after just one contact. All the bones in his body shook under the heavy blow of the giant tentacle. Roland took the second blow and was almost knocked to his knees.

"Replace!" Roland raised his hand and said, "Knights, put on your shields and move forward!"

Medemia and others immediately put on large shields, but the mud on the ground was rolling like a pair of rising hands, and every step seemed like something was pulling them.

Each attack of the giant tentacles crushes and knocks away enemies. The spells of the small tentacles are continuous, and once hit, the power will be weakened, corroded, and feared, and the random death coil will be caused. These tentacles can even prey on people, and even being nearby will weaken their minds. The range slows down the mud.

The dense tentacles were like seaweed on the bottom of the water, shaking wildly and emitting mysterious energy. The Beyonders gathered behind Griffith and Roland were like entering a fox's henhouse, and they were in chaos in an instant.

The slow knights and warriors were dragged in place by the endless black mud, the resistant demon hunters and rangers were running around everywhere, the clergy were unable to recite their prayers, and only the strange murmurs echoed in their ears.

In less than half a minute, the tentacles surrounded everyone.

"Arandel, summon your flagship and lead us out!"

Miss Mermaid's flagship immediately passed through space and slammed heavily into the flooded black mud swamp. She dispersed the tentacles in a short time, and the Beyonders, as if they had been pardoned, rushed forward, grabbing the side of the ship and the ropes to escape the tentacles.

In the blink of an eye, black mud and bubbles spread onto the deck, even faster than everyone boarded the ship.

"He wants to take my ship," Arendelle said in shock, "Think of a way to stop him!"

Before he finished speaking, another huge tentacle slashed down from the sky. Griffith had just climbed onto the deck after taking two rounds of heavy blows. If he dodged, the tentacle would overturn the battleship. There was no way to avoid it.

Suddenly, a sound and shadow like a city wall blocked the way, and the dragon-slaying giant sword, as thick as a city wall, slashed at the tentacles. The huge swollen tentacles exploded like fruits, and the sword edge smashed the lumps and cut into the texture, cutting them in two from top to bottom. With a terrifying tearing sound, skin sacs, suckers, serrations and pus splashed up, and the layers of fangs drew a flash of fire on the blade.

Lana took the blow for Griffith! He took a step forward, stepped on the filthy waist that was up to his knees, and slashed the small tentacles with his sword! The dense tentacles actually let out a shrill hiss. Wherever the Dragon Slayer Sword went, broken limbs and fragments were scattered all over the ground with pus.

Griffith took two steps back, and in surprise, Fiona, wearing a silver breastplate and holding a diamond-shaped shield, cut in from the side and blocked the darkness coming from his feet. She barely blocked a spell, and then her deft rapier accurately pierced through a tentacle.

"Griffith, reorganize the formation on the battleship," Lana and Fiona blocked the attack for him one after another, "Salorian's restraint is gone, pray to your god!"

Oh, my God? Who? Okay, I get it... Griffith regroups: "In the name of war, we wake up to the carnival of life!"

The conqueror revealed his trump card. With the blessing of the extraordinary power of war, the ranks of all the extraordinary people in the entire army were temporarily raised by one level.

The daunting killing intent and pressure stabilized the situation, and the enhanced psychic power and rank regrouped the team. However, the monsters in the virtual world were still not something the team here could shake.

The power of war alone cannot defeat the darkness of the virtual world, and one power is not enough to reverse the doomsday... Then, I will pray to all the gods! Griffith called on all the powers he could find, and the seven gods who responded to him were Silver Moon, Holy Light, Storm, Contract, Flame, Prophecy, and Night.

"The eternal light that grants good will and protection,

"Guardian of nature and balance,
"The guide of the endless journey,
"Queen of the Moon and Starlight, I pray. Grant me and my allies the speed and grace of the wind."

Silver Moon's protection allowed the entire team to escape from the Black Mud Swamp. The defense team covering Griffith's side rotated in an orderly manner, and the ranged and melee combatants followed their pace and deployed on the deck.

"God of contracts and notarization,

"Guardian of order,
"Witness of the Eternal Scales, I beg you to listen and bear witness to our courage!"

Above the starry sky, the irresistible pressure and power echoed with the prayer. Christa and Erza also called on the Lord God in the sky. They seemed to be the embodiment of unspeakable existence and will walking on the earth. The air, light and dust were all still, listening obediently to the prayer that went straight into the heart.

"Eternal Holy Light, Majestic and Powerful Lord, I will leave this body to your disposal—"

"Warmaster of Storm and Thunder, Wielder of the Horn of Destruction, King of Heavenly Punishment and the Temple, I identify those who are pointed at by my sharp blade as enemies of light and shadow!"

Moreau, the extraordinary assassin from Bayerland, led his stalkers to chase and kill the tentacles.

Silver Moon, Holy Light, Storm and Contract give Griffith and his allies speed and break free, attack penetration and armor breaking, shield enhancement, self-healing and sanity comprehensive improvement! The gods of fire, prophecy and night send their own believers. Human technology and faith are all on the stage!

Erza, Amber and the demon hunters present took on the form of mythical creatures and sniped the monster in the magic spring. The dense lightning damaged the body of Shug-Saron and even burned the tentacles. However, the monster was like broken mercury, and the wriggling fragments gathered into a solid form in the blink of an eye!

The body growing in the "Magic Fountain" immediately repaired the damage. As long as the miracle is not closed, He can draw infinite power from it. There are more and more withered magicians, and it is impossible for the people fighting here to resist the withered magicians and Shugg-Saron at the same time. Even if they have the power of the whole world, the warriors gathered here will not be able to stop the wonders of magic in time.

Endless withered mages broke through the cavalry at the temple gate and rushed towards their wonders regardless of everything. The rustling sound of dense running was like a plague of locusts covering the sky and the sun. In a moment, they poured into the hall and rushed towards the last warship defended by the warriors.

The whispers of the ancient gods awakened Griffith. His memories began to resurrect.

There was one last way... Griffith left the battle against the giant tentacles, handed the core of the defense to Roland, and ran to the elf lady.

Galadilla had already switched to a longbow with the wings of a phoenix, and with her rapid fire, she knocked down the tentacles and withered mages that were clinging to her. When she saw the knight coming, a smile appeared on her serious face.

"Have you thought of a good idea?"

"Galadia..."

"Hey, you say~"

"Will you marry me?"

"Um, ah!?" Miss Elf was shocked. "Are you sure you want to say this now?"

"Yes, I love you, marry me!"

"..." The elf lady was stunned for a moment, and looked around. She was not hesitating, but looking for a respectable elder present: "Roland, witness our marriage!"

"Oh no, I'm a little busy right now and I'm not qualified..." Roland sweated profusely while holding up his shield. He turned his head and shouted to the captain who was steering the ship in the tentacles, "Arandel, witness their marriage!"

"Can't you see I'm busy?" Miss Mermaid slashed the withered mage who was climbing up with a knife and drew the flintlock from her waist.

"Captain, hurry up!" the entire team shouted.

"Alright alright!"

"Dear guests, dear friends, we are gathered here to witness the wedding of this newlywed couple...die, monster!"

She shot the withered magician in the face, blowing its head off. Attracted by the sound of the gunshot, a tidal wave of monsters rushed towards her.

"We are gathered here to witness this happy moment... Oops, let's skip this. Are you two willing to do this? Are there any guests who object? If you have any objections, please voice them now, otherwise keep silent forever!"

Humans and elves were fighting against monsters everywhere. But everyone heard the announcement.

"Galadia, are you willing to let me be your husband?" Griffith's tongue was tied and his heart was about to jump out.

Sidious summoned an unstable rift in time and space, rumbling and lightning storms that tore apart a large number of withered.

"Oh I do!"

William, the archer from Commodus's army, fired a shot into the air; the assassins of the goddess of night, led by the hunter Moreau, chopped the tentacles into pieces, and the flying debris flew around the deck like petals.

"Great!"

"Griffith, will you take me...to be your lawful wife? In sickness and in health."

"I am willing!"

Others also picked up their guns and started firing.

"As the captain of Brunhill, I now declare that you belong to each other! You can kiss." Arandelle fired a cannon and it exploded with a bang.

Gunshots rang out, flames billowed. Roland also loaded his gun with ammunition, his finger on the trigger, staring at the two men eagerly:

"You can kiss now, oh my god,
"Kiss it quick——!"

Griffith hugged Miss Elf's slender waist tightly and kissed her lips tremblingly. The sweet aftertaste almost melted him, and the girl immediately threw herself into his arms, grabbing his shoulders and welcoming him.

……

"We must protect the 'Magic Spring'."

This thought became Provis' only obsession. He was the last one to lose control and succumb to the noble will. He was bewitched along with a large number of elves and marched towards the source of magic without stopping. Even though they lost their minds, the strong vitality granted by magic still made them extremely dangerous.

Finally, they came to the center of the temple, where the fighting humans had been forced into a corner by the Ultimate Shoggoth, and the Silver Moon Queen's followers and the Princess of Starlight were sitting on her usual throne. Dozens of humans, orcs, trolls, as well as elves and half-elf traitors stood on both sides as if they were attending a banquet.

They gave up, and the "Magic Spring" was safe and sound.

"Finally, a miracle has been achieved...

"Humans didn't stop us after all..."

The withered mages were ready to move, and their few remaining obsessions made them want to tear the enemies to pieces right now. However, a vague premonition, a strange, indescribable aura bound them.

The hall was already filled with densely packed with withered mages and out-of-control elves. Their compatriots were also on the steps, corridors and streets. The expulsion of the "Magic Spring" became more and more urgent, as if a disaster was imminent and desperate. However, no one dared to take a step forward, as if there was some unknown natural enemy at the throne.

A figure walked out from behind the throne. The elven princess stood up and gave up the supreme throne. The man was wearing a blood-soaked battle robe and heavy armor. Majesty and anger were his servants, and power and violence surrendered at his feet. The scarlet blood shone through the hideous visor, and his breathtaking gaze looked down at the confused and panicked faces of the elves.

His voice was as unstoppable as a storm that gave birth to thunder. The holy sword surrounded by lightning spread his command, almost tearing the eardrums of every elf present:

"I am Griffith de Ravenel, and in the name of my husband Galadia and the First Consul, to all creatures on earth and to the gods in heaven, I declare:

"Canaan, submit to me!"

The irresistible pressure from the monarchy dispelled the obsession with magic, and the mysteriously unified elves had no ability to resist. The elves and withered magicians, including Provis, instinctively knelt on the ground, looking up at Griffith, who tore a piece of silk from the corpse on the ground, and wrote quickly with his fingers stained with blood:
"My first decree -

"The entire territory is blocked by magic."

……

Two months have passed since the demise of magic. The First Consul led the Grand Republic Army back to his loyal Bayerland, where he met with the former Consul, Count Chalon.

"Good evening, Count."

"Good evening, First Consul," Xia Long bowed slightly to Griffith, "Please take a seat. Don't be disgusted by the simplicity of this place. After all, this is a prison."

"I'm here to free you."

"I like it here and don't want to go out. If you want to come, I'll make room for you!" Xia Long smiled and shook his head. "I really want to bless your marriage. May our world be peaceful from now on. How is my Fiona?"

"Rana is protecting her and receiving treatment, but it seems that the divinity is difficult to completely eliminate." Griffith shook his head, "I am sorry to tell you this. Earl, you don't seem very sad."

"All the gifts of fate have been marked with a price, I know very well," the count tapped the armrest of the chair, "let's start from the beginning -

"It seems that the Seven Gods Church more or less knows that the rule of spellcasters has come to an end. But who will take on this task?

"It must be someone who does not belong to any church and can play the role of a mercenary. You see, in hindsight, this is something that is on the table; Salorian's layout has a foundation.

"So, how did he do it? He guided you to meet the Elf Lady from the very beginning, using his own creations as enemies to create events and circumstances. As long as the Nun Lady wasn't there, there was a high probability that you would be attracted to each other. In this way, he planted the most important chess piece on the chessboard leading to the end. As long as the time was right, he would use the substitute created by the Life Weaving Authority of the Void Realm to take your place, and make a move at the last moment when the Elf got the artifact. Combined with the methods he used to deal with Tyberion and me, it was an amazing plan.

"But will it really be what he wants?"

Griffith groaned for a moment. "Bishop Raven, who was involved in the Krista incident, didn't know that my companions and I had lost our memories of her. When I interrogated him, he was silenced by an unknown force."

“I don’t know the origin, um~” Xia Long nodded, “Okay, let’s turn the page and leave it to future generations for wisdom.

"The era of spellcasters is over. The church and the industrial aristocracy want to share the flesh and blood of the Almighty God. They have sent their lovely people to you, and they also want to compete for a seat in the new Senate. What can you do? Little dried fish~"

Griffith's face turned pale. Xia Long smiled and spread his hands: "Look, I'm not particularly worried about my daughter. Fiona is stained with divinity and mystery, which will devour her personality. One day, she will become an angelic doll. When she was born, some big shots told me that my daughter was an angel, and I thought they were saying good things!

"But even so, I am not desperate. With Lana here, you will not sit idly by! For the sake of Sonya's friendship, she came to beg for mercy, can't you not do something?"

Griffith fell into thought. The Earl looked at him and said slowly, "The last war is over, and a new war has appeared on the horizon. Roland opened the door to the Steam Age for the God of Fire, Sidious and the God of Prophecy are watching you, and you have some vague guesses about what the Goddess of Night is planning~

"Griffith, as an elder, I would like to share some life experience with you. Freedom is the freedom to give up and refuse.

"A new era is at hand, Griffith. If you want, I can make room for you in this prison."