Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

Chapter 158 Monster Tide

The griffin is a mythical creature that is half eagle and half lion.

There's no need to elaborate on their appearance; I believe most people have seen them in Western fantasy films.

Alphonse has ridden countless times in the game World of Warcraft, and he even has one himself, which is of epic quality.

But he wasn't exactly an Alliance dog; he also served as a Horde pig.

No World of Warcraft player stays in one faction the whole time.

However, there are still some differences. The griffins in this other world are not very intelligent, and they cannot simply arrive at the designated location after being given an order.

Like ordinary flying mounts, it requires a person to adjust the direction.

Alphonse and Mia learned some basic control techniques from the royal animal trainers.

By pulling on the reins, the griffin can respond to the rider's intentions and change direction.

They also received a whistle, which is another method of control. The whistle can make the griffin fly with its companion, and can also command it to land or take off.

This also made Alphonse realize that the Kingdom of Bastian had an air force.

However, according to Queen Junorne, griffins are not easy to tame, and it would be quite troublesome to build a complete legion.

Alphonse itself can fly, but not for long.

Even if you open up the Ren and Du meridians, it's still pretty much the same situation, except that you can fly for a longer time.

At this moment, Mia was with him, and he couldn't very well take her with him when he flew away.

The consumption of true essence will double.

Griffins fly fast enough, so there's no need to choose the difficult path over the easy one.

Forget about cultivation. Apart from the time when the griffin had to land to rest, Alphonse and Mia could take a short nap during that time. The rest of the time was spent traveling.

One could sleep on the griffin's back, as there was a safety belt on the saddle for easy riding, but Alphonse was concerned about the safety of the Frostwind Territory and dared not be careless.

Mia is the same.

Four days passed quickly.

Alphonse was extremely anxious and restless, like an ant on a hot pan.

The town of Five-Colored Flower Collar has become a ruin.

The territory adjacent to the Five-Colored Flower Territory was in no better condition, a scene of ruins and desolation.

Strange and bizarre monsters were running around everywhere.

But Alphonse had no time to worry about that.

They first rescued their own territory; they would consider other matters later.

In the blink of an eye, they were already close to the Cold Wind Ridge.

All that could be seen were endless, dark, swarming monsters.

From the distant mountains, they surged forth like a tidal wave, rushing madly towards the towns of Coldwind Territory.

Outside the town, deafening roars and howls shook the earth.

Alphonse had never seen so many strange and unusual creatures: demon wolves, demon apes, bear monsters, lizards, tigers, leopards, and giant insects.

There are quite a few fierce birds of prey.

Many of them don't even have names, such as monsters that are a mixture of various creatures, and enormous beasts that look ferocious and terrifying just from a distance.

These monsters were chaotic, noisy, and disorderly, yet they formed a terrifying force that made people tremble. As if they had lost their minds, they pounced on the city wall.

The strong stench of blood was so strong that Alphonse could smell it even from a distance; the scent permeated the air and drifted over.

But that small town, like a reef constantly eroded by the waves, still stood firm, with arrows still raining down from the city walls, splashing blood among the monsters.

With the thickness of the city walls, of course, they couldn't stop these monsters.

They have far exceeded the size of the herd.

Although the city walls showed many signs of damage, outside the walls, there were countless enormous cross-shaped giant swords, seemingly formed from condensed light, firmly planted in the ground. A hazy light curtain enveloped the entire town, preventing the city walls from being directly impacted by the monster tide.

Alphonse saw several knights riding winged horses, soaring through the air and constantly killing the magical beasts flying overhead.

An envoy from the Kingdom of Hailant?

Wein and his men are in the Coldwind Territory?

That makes sense; only high-ranking priests of the Church of Light could unleash such a powerful protective divine spell.

A faint blood mist swirled atop the city wall, seemingly out of place with the holy light outside.

That's the unique feature of the Blood Fiend Demon Art; the Cold Wind Territory's guards are still protecting the town.

Alphonse unlocked his safety harness and leaped out.

Before Mia could even utter a sound to stop him, Alphonse had already flown far away at incredible speed.

While in mid-air, Alphonse raised his hand and flicked his fingers, sending out a barrage of sword pellets like powerful arrows, each one piercing a flying magical beast with perfect accuracy.

Blood splattered in the sky.

Simon, atop the city wall, immediately noticed the unusual situation and roared with delight, "It's the lord! The lord has returned!"

His voice was hoarse, but the news was truly inspiring and brought a burst of cheers.

But in an instant, everyone witnessed a scene that chilled them to the bone, leaving them speechless.

The cheers turned into screams of terror.

Alphonse was falling.

The waves surged towards the monster horde.

Does he really intend to stand against all the monsters by himself?

Alphonse wouldn't be that unwise.

With both hands separated, the little fingers simultaneously flick out, followed closely by the ring fingers in rapid succession.

Instantly, dozens of ethereal, white sword energies, centered on Alphonse, swirled out like angry dragons, accompanied by a dense rain of sword pellets, attacking the demonic beasts below.

The swords fly in unison, their curves supple yet their straightness controlled!

This move involves simultaneously using the flicking and soft sword techniques, and it cannot be used before the Ren and Du meridians are opened.

Now that his skills have greatly improved, he can use them with ease.

This time, Alphonse had expanded the range of his Soft Sword to its maximum, covering an area of ​​several feet in radius.

The incomparably sharp sword energy crisscrossed and swirled across the sky.

A cacophony of mournful howls rose and fell, echoing through the sky, as limbs and pieces of flesh flew in all directions.

Blood rained down from the sky.

In an instant, a large area below where Alphonse was located had been cleared.

These magical beasts were not all unable to withstand the incomparably sharp sword energy. A giant beast several meters tall, though cut and covered in blood, still swung its giant claws and grabbed at Alphonse, who was hovering in the air.

Alphonse made no attempt to block the attack; a burly figure shrouded in black smoke suddenly appeared in front of him.

The dark sword flashed twice, once severing a claw, and once cleaving the entire beast in two.

This shadow warrior, even the longsword in his hand, seemed to be formed from a shadow.

The moment he landed, the sword light burst forth, and no magical beast could get close to Alphonse.

This shadow warrior is Riske, a former powerhouse among the Sword Saints.

Although it now only possesses 70-80% of its former combat power, it is not something that ordinary magical beasts can defeat.

Alphonse wasn't idle either.

Countless thin streams of black energy rose from all directions and converged on Alphonse, who was floating in the air, creating an eerie and sinister sight.

It was as if a demon god from hell had spread a huge net, devouring the souls of the dead monsters.

"All of you, come out here!"

(End of this chapter)