The giant beast rubbed its head and staggered hard. It felt dizzy and shakingly forgot its goal.

The shelling just now was the snake cannon of the 603 Test Squadron. It came from the north, and the gunner could no longer escape the enemy's pursuit... Griffith shook off the dust on his body, spitted blood in his mouth, held the blood thorns tightly, and paid tribute to his brave comrades.

Power, I want power.

His will and psychic energy were echoing, and waves were transmitted from his mind. Minos, Hanguang and Blood Thorns responded to his call.

Minos responded: "Mr. Hermit is not waiting for you. But you can, and certain costs need to be paid."

Hanguang was as cold as Sidious: "You can't do it yet."

The rifle in his hand buzzed with a high buzz: "The blood of destruction and victory and the gun of death thorns that hint at destruction and victory are ready."

The second seal of the Blood Thorn is loose, some mysterious connection between it and the Knight.

"Griffith, I watched and waited, and I felt that finally, you are here.

“We are betrayed, we are slaughtered, we are enslaved, we are imprisoned in the mist of forgetting,

"Finally, the robbers and liars have dug their tombs for them, and the era of the lawbreaker will come again,

"Emancipate the power, pierce the illusion, let the casters be punished by reality, name our upcoming victory and drink, take me to kill!

"We'll return to the battlefield!"

Griffith has gained some special knowledge of mystical science. The extraordinary power "Pojun" that he cannot master skillfully is resonating with the mysterious rifle, lifting the seal that imprisons it. Blood Thorn greedily seeks psychic energy and blood, slowly presenting its powerful power.

The scattered spiritual energy and blood on the battlefield were imprisoned by it, gathering and strengthening its power like a vortex. Griffith felt the pulsation, and the weapons in his hand were awakening like living creatures.

Some amazing power surged on the blood thorn. He needed to name this ability and infused the power of psychic energy to free it in battle, and then he could project extraordinary power out.

Griffith sighed softly. He had witnessed such a power, led by Galadia and Elusa, which was a power that surpassed magic and extraordinary power, and only a few seals that were completely liberated.

He has found a way to sanction Bemon.

Here, the ancient ferocious beasts, I want to pay back the blood debt. And those gods who have not yet appeared, if you dare to come to the world, I will make you feel the power of mortals.

The blood thorn is charging, and Griffith can use it if he persists for a while.

Suddenly, a frenzied roar sounded behind him. Hundreds of orcs and half-orcs were running wildly from the battlefield. They were chasing a group of retreating Baieran soldiers, some of whom noticed Griffith and flocked to him.

The giant beast also received some kind of order, and let out a roar of unwillingness, grabbing the gravel again in the direction of Baiyelan's army.

The sudden change disrupted Griffith's plan. Before he could liberate the power he had just gained, a large group of enemies jumped from all directions. The arrow suddenly shot his shoulder armor, and the orcs stabbed him with an armor-breaking gun.

Griffith had light in his right hand and blood thorn in his left hand, and hit a strong orc warrior head-on. The blood thorn penetrated the orc's heavy armor and muscles, broke out from behind, and trembled excitedly. But another orc came around from behind, gave the quasi-knight a hammer, and hit the dominant helmet hard.

The violent tinnitus made people crazy, and the heavy blow on the back of the head made Griffith shaking like he was drunk. The orc warrior who hit him succeeded in a blow, grabbed the hammer and slammed it again.

Griffith raised Han Guang in the dizzy dizziness and stabbed towards the orc. The sharp sword stabbed into the orc's throat before the war hammer fell, tearing open the flesh and blood and trachea, and the splashed blood sprayed Griffith's face.

When the sword was stabbed out, Griffith immediately knelt down. He struggled to get up and wanted to see the battle situation around him, but the severe dizziness made him unable to stand firm even when the battle was gone. The chaos and dizziness declined a little. Griffith didn't know if there were friendly troops nearby or if anyone could support him. However, he knew very well that in the chaotic battlefield, he must form formations with his comrades as soon as possible to protect each other's backs.

He supported himself with a gun, half-kneeled and raised his sword, shouting to the deserters running by: "Get closer to me!"

No one responded in the chaos, and the legion soldiers and believers of the clan were in chaos and ran away with their heads under the pursuit of the orcs. The soldiers were already in chaos and completely lost their organization. The call also summoned more enemies. The orc spearmen discovered the knight who was still resisting, and rushed forward in a swarm, with dense spears stabbing at him.

"Bang!" The ice shield burst. Then the shield of the Eagle Medal was also blown up. In the chaotic battlefield, even the shield could not last long.

At this moment, a silver whirlwind swept across from behind the orcs. They flew out one by one as if they were hit by an avalanche.

The brilliant golden light bloomed in the gray-brown wilderness.

"Geffy, hold on, I'm here!" Krista ran towards Griffith with her soft blonde hair. She lost her helmet, and several blood stains on her body were like a ray of sunshine. The chaotic and bloody breath was retreating from it wherever she went. With her words, the warm current wrapped Griffith, dispelling the pain and fatigue, and the wounds and bleeding were quickly healing.

The girl waved silver chains, with thick prayer books tied to one end of the chain, and eight cold horns tied to it, waving like a hurricane, sweeping left and right among a large group of enemies.

The orcs swept by this weapon were beaten to pieces in a blink of an eye, and the dense crowd was cleared out of a broken blood path.

Krista's figure walked through the dense battlefield and stood beside the half-kneeling quasi-knight.

"Get up quickly, Gfey!" The girl kicked him gently, "As long as I live, you can only kneel down at me, and roses and candles must not be missing."

Griffith was kicked in the calf and threw himself to the ground. He struggled to get up quickly and glanced at the prayer technique covered with fur and flesh.

"I declare in advance that it is wrong to use violence outside the battlefield. You can't use this book to hit me in the future."

"Whoever wants to hit you with a prayer book is sacred! But I understand what you mean," Krista said, throwing the holy book onto the mud, gathering the flag in her left hand, and illuminating the silver spear tip at the top, "I will use violence solemnly!"

Baieran's eagle flag immediately became a sharp spear. She drew out the sword and military flag from her waist and came behind Griffith. The two of them leaned back together, facing the orc army that was rushing like a tide.

This is the Krista I am familiar with. Without the surroundings of the believers of the Holy Light, without the constraints of their duties, they will overturn the walls and break the formations. The free Krista belongs to my memory. The more the saint, she will be less as a human being. And vice versa. The believers of the Holy Light are defeated, and she is less bound. Perhaps, I can bring her back in this way!

If you understand, in short, you can kill the wisp of life and the holy light together. Aren’t it just two gods?

Griffith smiled, blocked the girl behind her, grabbed the blood thorn and inserted it on the ground and shouted, "I want to launch an assault on the Bemon. Its perception is very sharp. Is there any way to help me withstand an attack?"

A mountain monster hit a horse-resisting rifle head-on, and was stabbed in a hole on the spot and hung it on the gun. A dense orc jumped out from behind it, wielding machetes and machetes.

Griffith raised his sword and swept it, and the sharp Hanguang Sword made a crackling sound in the flesh and blood, and three or four orcs were killed with one blow.

Several short guns stabbed up from both sides, making a series of breaking sounds on his chest. One short gun also stabbed the mail on his leg. Although it failed to penetrate, it almost knocked him to the ground.

Krista suddenly took his arm and swirled him as if he was at a dance. She didn't exert force, and Griffith followed her steps tacitly.

Krista flashed out from behind him, swung his sword and slashed at the dense spear head, breaking into pieces like cherry falling from the sky and falling to the ground. She turned around like a whirlwind, grabbed the military flag in her hand and swung forward as a spear.

"Woo!"

The orcs all let out a scream. They were cut open their cheeks and eyes, and screamed and retreated. However, more enemies were crowded up, giving them no room to breathe.

Griffith hit them with the freezing, but more orcs pounced on them in the short cooling gap.

Kris Tower held the stinging spears, and Griffith passed by her and slashed towards the dense spear heads. The orcs were like waves, killing one wave after another. The two of them swirled and flew in the swords of the guns, one resisted, and the other counterattacked, and the endless enemies fell under their swords. The enemies piled up into mountains, like bonfires in the dark, attracting crazy enemies to throw into the flames, and then leaving behind the ashes of death.

Their dance steps became smoother and faster, and they even communicated with each other, knowing that the next moment was swinging swords and alternating. There were painful wails and fighting screams everywhere. The enemy who was swept by the swords and guns fell on the sand, shrank and let out a burst of wail.

Suddenly, the tide-like attack stopped. The orc army exclaimed earth-shaking.

"Golon!"

"Golon!"

They could not fight against the heroes of humanity and began to call on their own demigods to support them.

The Bemon turned around and stared at Krista in the melee and picked up a huge rock. It felt a huge threat and pressure, and realized that danger was about to come. So it raised its hand, raised its legs, and turned sideways. The huge rock actually twisted and deformed in its hands, pulling into a sharp shape like a gun-like shot.

Bemon poured his mysterious power into his all-out throw. Even the city will be wiped out under this blow!

"Griffith, do you want to do it?" Krista witnessed the amazing beasts and destruction approaching them, as if a bitter fate came again. She held Griffith's hand tightly:

"Gefey, do you want to do it? Today, here!"

Griffith answered with action. He put his sword in the sheath, his breath suddenly subsided, and the bloody air that surged and surging clouds stagnated, as if the lances soaked in the cold spring were roaring with amazing momentum.

The memories of dreams and the lingering noisy aura are finally going to cut off the bad omen of fate with your own hands today.

Krista's azure blue eyes immediately restrained her panic. She raised her silver sword high among the smoke, blood and flames, facing the monsters that were like mountains and howling stones.

"I'm ready, Gfe!"

The girl sang loudly, and the dawn light cast in the world. She did not pray to the outside god, nor did she pray to the righteous god, and recited the honorable name that she had never heard of, which did not belong to this world.

"The gods that do not belong to the past and present,

"The red and black jumping player,

"Guard your Majesty who agreed to meet you,

"A listener who reverses the end of fate!

"I put on my armor and raised my sword, and I will protect him until my body falls down. Please welcome us to the agreed place,

"Please announce the end of the long dark age, for the black hair and amber eyes,

"Go to the agreed place! (Aro-i day)!"

It seemed as if it was a cold winter night with wind and snow, spring suddenly bloomed, and irises bloomed everywhere. The silver sword turned into a pure light shield like lapis lazuli, as if even the power of the gods could not interfere. Bemon's gun shattered in the strong wind, shattered into powder all over the sky, and it actually left with the wind.

The giant beast was stunned. In the endless surprise and shock, Griffith raised the blood thorn and made a projecting posture. The phantom of the mountain monster appeared behind him to bless the attack. Its power and illusion were suddenly swallowed by the vortex lightning, and with the rifle, it turned into a lightning-like red lightning.

Pojun's characteristics are attached to the blood thorns and have the power of long-distance projection.

A strong wind blew from the direction of the mountains, carrying ghostly screams, shouts and tragic roars. The clouds passing through the sky turned into sharp shapes, and the sky was stained with blood. In the dark, countless people heard the cry of falcons and flapping their wings, and then whistling towards the earth.

Bemon's whole body trembled and retreated under this unprecedented power. It witnessed the sharp lightning, which actually felt fear and trembling from its soul.

Fear, monster! This blow will destroy your shield, blessing, magic enhancement, healing and other gains, and even destroy the gifts of the gods.

I want to beat you back to the monkey!

Griffith silently recited in his heart, and then shouted the real name given to the weapon:

"Take a tribute to the deceased (Taoshi)!"

Griffith threw all his strength at Bemon. The blood thorn eliminated the entity and turned into a bolt of lightning, making a burst of explosions that penetrated the air, leaving behind layers of vortexes that broke through the clouds. This attack was like opening up the world.

The extremely high-level power of the magic breaking came in an instant.

Bemon wanted to escape, but it seemed as if it was in an endless swamp, unable to move forward. The solid ground that always supported it became an enemy, and it was presented to the terrifying gun stab. The powerful pressure was clearly imprinted on its mind.

It knows in the dark that this will be a blow that will break the mystery, ignore defense, and will inevitably hit. The monster under the gun will die!

The scream that tore the world through the air broke through, like lightning falling from the Milky Way hitting the giant beast. Bimon screamed, watching his left arm and shoulders being torn and shattered in the vortex lightning light, and the light burst out.

Its divine power, its self-healing, and its destiny evaporates between heaven and earth.

"Hiss!"
Chapter completed!