The elf's footsteps are light and dexterous, and running is as graceful as a dance. Although she was telling terrible things, her calm tone did not frighten Griffith and Sonia. Under her leadership, the three of them passed under the twisted dead wood and fled in the direction of the Watch Fort.

The snow underfoot creaked, and strange and shrill cries kept coming from the depths of the woods. The screams were sometimes like owls, and sometimes the roars of beasts that had never been heard before. The monsters gnawed at each other, filling the terrifying forest with the stench of rancid blood.

Sonia followed closely beside Griffith. She looked at the darkness nearby in surprise as she ran: "I seem to see something, have you seen it?"

The elf turned her head to look at her, and the look in her eyes seemed to be pity for her lost sanity.

The three walked through the pale moonlight. After a while, Sonia asked again in surprise, "I think I heard something, did you hear it?"

"I heard it this time, and it looks like we're being targeted again," Galadia slowed down. "A single team like ours will inevitably attract predators. Hold on, reinforcements are not far from us."

The three of them back to back form a posture of alertness.

"Where? I can't see anything?" Griffith only felt that every dark shadow seemed to hide danger, but no one could see it.

"It's all over the place, but I still don't know what it is." Galadia had already put the feather arrow on the bowstring.

Griffith held up a half-broken shield he had picked up, alert. He felt a chilly breath in the air, accompanied by noisy and chaotic ravings surging in his mind.

There seemed to be many auras nearby, each one weak but extremely evil.

It was as if many people were speaking, and every sentence was filled with malice.

Gradually, some chaotic breaths merged together, forming a human form in the dark, and walking towards Griffith and the others.

"Good evening, beautiful girls," the sweet baritone greeted cordially, "well, I'm not talking to you, can I walk away quietly? Rusty man."

...

Griffith finally saw the creature in the dark, a handsome man in a well-tailored evening gown.

His skin was pale and bloodless, and his handsome face was sure to be very welcome at Bayeran's ball. The sturdy high boots stepped on the moss and snow on the ground, like walking on the red carpet of the ball.

"I am Baron Anselm, a noble blood clan, the son of Ishenam," the dark creature saluted like a decent human noble, "I never thought that there would be two such delicate young girls in this backcountry. One of them is an elf? Huh! A pure girl from the upper elves? Wow~! This is rare!"

Galadia blushed with embarrassment, and shot an arrow through gritted teeth.

"Useless, useless!" Baron Anselm avoided the deadly arrow with ease, as if the elf's strong bow was just a game in front of him.

Griffith's face sank. At this moment, he understood the strength of the enemy. The Baron of the Blood Race is not only a title, but also a Sequence 7 of the Extraordinary Path of Gorefiend. This dark creature may have survived in the Whispering Forest for a long time, and will be even more mad and powerful.

"Your Excellency," Sonia said as calmly as she could, clenching her wand, "I am Sonia de Larmor, the eldest daughter of Count Larmor. Please let us pass through this place safely."

"Why?" the dark creature asked.

"My family pays for your noble deeds," Sonia thought for a moment. "Potion, treasure, or fresh blood. I promise to honor it in the name of Larmor's eldest daughter."

"A gift from an earl's family, um, it sounds good~" The dark creature stopped and thought seriously.

"I want everything you said."

"Yes, as long as we leave safely, your kindness will be rewarded." Sonia said expectantly.

The dark creature suddenly raised its face and said solemnly:

"However, I refuse."

"..."

"My Baron Anselm's favorite thing to do is to say no to the food that he thinks can escape!" Baron Anselm raised his chin and grinned, "Watching their hopeful faces suddenly fall into despair, I'm so overwhelmed!"

After the blood clan said this, they laughed wildly like a convulsion, like a third-rate clown playing tricks who said something incredible, and laughed at himself first.

"Griffith," Sonia suddenly grabbed the apprentice knight's hand and shoved a small medicine bottle into his hand, "I'm sorry, I can't make you wait any longer."

"Got it, give it to me," Griffith unscrewed the bottle cap and swallowed the bright red potion.

Before Baron Anselm's wild laughter was over, a gust of wind swept in. His figure was erratic, and every corner of the air was saturated with bloody killing intent.

Galadia fired continuous arrows at the dark creature, almost following his footsteps. At the same time, Griffith also stopped in the only way, and smashed the flickering Baron Anselm with the shield in his hand.

The blood baron was extremely agile, drawing a phantom in the dense rain of arrows, but he attacked Griffith without hesitation.

"boom!"

The shield hit the vampire's shoulder and shattered on the spot. Griffith was also knocked out and knocked to the side. Baron Anselm's arm made an itchy cracking sound, but he reached out and grabbed Sonia as if it had no effect.

Sonia was already chant, a holy orb shining from her wand, floating and spinning, lighting up in the dark.

"Ouch~" The agile and powerful baron was actually taken two steps back by the light, and there were serious burn marks on his skin and hair.

Galadia took out three feathered arrows and put them on the bowstring, and shot three arrows at a time towards the briefly stagnant vampire. The three cold rays of light did not aim at the heart and vital points, but shot through the blood baron's robe and nailed him to the thick tree trunk behind him.

Griffith jumped up from the ground. He felt that his whole body was being scorched by flames, and endless blood gushed out from his heart, making him just want to kill to vent his strength.

What he just drank was the Sequence 8 promotion potion, and the mysterious power inherited by 'Agent' El de Nova was tumbling in his body like magma.

At the same time, he found that he could perceive his surroundings more clearly by listening, observing, touching or meditating. He is rapidly breaking through the current rank, and his perception of combat has been fully improved.

Griffith noticed that his strength, agility, perception, and mental power had been strengthened in all directions, and his body, which had been exercised for a long time, had also been slightly strengthened.

Amid the clutter of information, he also gained some vague knowledge. Two brand-new extraordinary abilities, from the heritage of the Knights of El de Noir, are already available to him.

One is "Light Strike". After consuming a certain amount of mental power to activate this ability, Griffith will add divine attribute damage to the next two attacks.

The second is "liquidation". The improvement of physical ability gives the Beyonder a high probability of triggering a high-priority stiffening effect after encountering a heavy blow from the enemy, and cannot be knocked back in a short period of time; at the same time, he will also lock the movement of the attacker, giving a lot of In two unavoidable strong counterattacks. Subject to the physical limits of human beings, the liquidation will not be repeated in a short period of time.

Generally speaking, after being promoted by taking potions, Beyonders need a period of time to digest the knowledge and power inherited from potions. This time varies from a few hours to several months.

However, he was rapidly changing from a spellbreaker to a paladin, and in just a few seconds, Galadia and Sonia, including him, sensed a fact——

Griffith has been promoted to Sequence 8 Generation Walker.

...

What a surging power! This is the extraordinary power of higher order!

Power, power is coming!

Griffith mastered a new extraordinary ability almost immediately after taking it. It can be seen that his accumulation is quite strong, and the fit with El de Nova knight is also very high. The potion provided by the Larmor family has been carefully selected and prepared.

At the same time, the mental power that can only hold 3 runes has been expanded, making Griffith feel that he can store 6 runes.

Griffith attacked like a flame, knocked over the blood baron directly, and slashed his head with a sword.

Galadia, who was fighting with the blood clan, was suddenly blocked from shooting, and looked at her companions in surprise, and then at Sonia.

"I gave him the potion of Sequence 8 'Agent'," Sonia glanced at Galadia, who was staring at her, "Barons of the blood clan generally have the strength of Sequence 7 or above, equivalent to a great knight or high Super Ranger, we can't beat him without Griffith's cooperation."

"I can see that within the range that the data can describe, physical strength is 13, strength is 19, agility is 16, perception is 13, and spirit is 15. The effect of promotion is obvious." The elf girl stared at Griffith and read out Referring to the attribute level, "But it's not enough, that guy is obviously not a normal blood clan baron, most of them are fugitives hiding here who betray the blood clan law. Sonia, can you be promoted to 'lore scholar' now?"

"Sorry, not yet," the blond girl shook her head. "I don't have the long training and fighting experience like Griffith, and I'm not prepared at all..."

When the two were talking, Griffith, who had been fighting on the battlefield since he was a boy, had already jumped to the climax of his fighting spirit.

Realizing that the vampire baron has a very high evasion, Galadia no longer directly aims at his companions for cover, but focuses on blocking his movements. Griffith took out his long sword and a one-handed axe he had picked up and swooped up, slashing at the vampire baron who was busy evading arrows.

Baron Anselm's flamboyant coat was torn to shreds, revealing a dead grey body that did not fit his handsome face.

Griffith slashed open the blood baron's chest with an axe, and it felt as if he was chopping rotten wood, accompanied by a disgusting rotten smell. He immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly looked towards the positions of the two girls.

Another Baron Anselm has appeared behind them!

"Be careful behind your back!"

Before Griffith could finish speaking, Galadia had already grabbed Sonia and turned it into a phantom, dodging to the side.

"Not bad!" The new Baron Anselm smiled regretfully and clapped his hands lightly, "I thought I was going to deal with one Sequence 8 and two Sequence 9s, but I didn't expect to level up as soon as I started. Human, you Is there any way to hide strength? Or did it happen to break through?"

Griffith didn't answer. Beside him, Baron Anselm, who had just been beaten by him, had rapidly decayed into a pile of plaster.

"This is one of the curses of the blood race. The puppets created by my psychic power are completely controlled by me and randomly gain some abilities. They look exactly like me and can withstand some attacks," Baron Anselm explained seriously. Dao, "Even within the blood clan, there are only a handful of powerhouses who master this ability! I didn't expect it! Isn't it amazing!"

The blood baron proudly introduced his abilities, then raised his chin and looked at everyone.

"..."

"Your Majesty, I'm just asking," Galadia looked at Griffith and Sonia who were silent, and finally couldn't help but ask, "How long have you lived in this place? Didn't nobody talk to you?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?" Baron Anselm replied naturally, "Well, I admit, if I hadn't drank clear and pure blood for a long time, it's not that I wouldn't consider giving you nobles what they deserve. Courtesy and hospitality.”

The blood race gradually disappeared into the air, disappearing into the darkness along with his figure:

"Get ready to embrace the darkness! The mighty Baron Anselm is unstoppable, and I'll tear your necks apart soon and drink your blood little by little. Hahaha, ahahahahahah!"

Griffith sensed the danger in an instant, and he quickly mobilized the extraordinary ability he had just acquired, pouring psychic energy into his whole body.

In this state, his next two attacks will have the attribute of Holy Damage. What's more, any heavy blows taken during this time will trigger his storm-like counterattack.

Perhaps to better enjoy the spoils, Baron Anselm picked Griffith as the first target. The battle between the two sides broke out in the dark.

The baron suddenly appeared from the shadows, wielding sharp claws sharper than a dagger into Griffith's back waist: "I came from the shadows."

The claws pierced through the cloak and mail, digging deep into Griffith's flesh. Blood spurted out immediately.

"Griffith!" Both girls were startled by the sudden attack. Galadia hastily pulled out two silver long knives and rushed over.

"You can't catch Baron Anselm, who comes and goes without a trace!" the vampire shouted triumphantly, "I will disappear again and withdraw into the shadows!"

The smell of blood in the air made him ecstatic. Based on the standard mode of vampire combat, Baron Anselm will hide again after one hit, and then repeatedly attack and bleed until the prey is exhausted and dead.

However, his claws could not be drawn! Couldn't get it out!

Griffith grabbed the baron's claws with his own flesh and blood, shrinking like iron pincers, and has turned around, pressing down like a mountain. Before the baron could scream, Griffith's lightning strike came.

The long sword slashed the baron's left shoulder.

The attack triggered Holy Light's holy damage, blasting the flesh of the Baron's left shoulder into a charred mass.

The axe slid across his waist and cut open the baron's stomach, exposing his rotten intestines to the air.

The holy light immediately exploded in the belly of the blood clan.

This is Reckoning, the four combos of Holy Light Strike!

"Ooooooooooooooooo!"

The flash of the blade and the golden light frightened the darkness back for a moment, and Baron Anselm was severely wounded and fled into a gust of wind with blood and blood.