The shrill howl of a night owl spread into the minds of every creature around it, making everyone present feel a throbbing in their hearts. It was as if the strong malice in it was pressing into the eardrums.
Every inch of their bodies made them tremble endlessly. Even Willian, who had experienced mage training, could not help but look pale at this time, and his chest felt tight and nauseated. He pressed his chest and managed to control his churning internal organs.
"The power of the incarnation of divine blood comes directly from God. God uses a part of himself as a mark and sends it across the plane barrier. Although this method can only give a believer huge power, it is temporary after all...
This Aristotle obviously does not trust any of his followers, and he has not even given the power of the elect..."
The paladin standing next to him spoke. The violent explosion that severely injured the opponent just now was obviously not without burden for her - the female paladin's breathing was rapid and her voice was low. The Glory Sun Amulet lingered around her.
, the originally scorching luster now has only a dim halo left. Although it is still gradually increasing, it is obviously difficult to regain its previous intensity.
However, as she stared at the blood-red figure dozens of feet away, her eyes flashed and her voice carried more confidence.
"We can defeat him!"
Of course, not everyone is as confident as she is.
"Miss Yulia, the Duke and Lady Veralia..."
Willian frowned deeply, and the two shadows that seemed to have just stepped out of the void were reflected in his pupils - they exchanged swords with incredible speed and smoothness; the wind pressure around the brother and sister was swirling.
It splits everything around it! The sword body surges.
The blow was silent! It was just that this small garden had been destroyed by the churning force and turned into ruins. The rugged and torn wreckage was scattered on the ground. However, the wind pressure around the two people swallowed up all the wreckage.
Then turn into fine dust!
"It's caused me a lot of trouble, you despicable insect!"
The desolate roar suddenly weakened at this moment, and then turned into an old curse, drawing everyone's eyes back to the bloody figure.
The bloody figure was still wrapped in that layer of blush, but it seemed to have lost that weird, flowing characteristic. He stood up straight like a normal person, raised his head and looked around, the light around him flickered on and off,
It doesn't seem to be much different than it was not long ago.
Real change happens in battle.
The moment the red figure calmed down, the battle between the two sword masters had already been decided. Facing the woman's sword stabbing him, the Duke turned a blind eye! He let the woman stab him with a sword without evading it.
The sword light pierced his chest. And the long sword in his hand was clasped with both hands. He struck it down with a heavy blow!
This sudden change shocked the female sword master, but she was destined to be unable to make a fatal attack on her brother, so she could only hastily withdraw her sword to defend herself at that moment.
The two swords clashed again, and the female swordmaster's body slid back, bringing up two streaks of gravel on the ground. But when masters compete with each other, how important is a little initiative? If you keep making mistakes, you will lose everything... Just when she hasn't.
Before she had time to regroup, the next sword light was already coming! She gritted her teeth and raised the sword again, receiving the blow with a clang, and the huge force on her arm in response pushed her down to her knees, groaning.
There was a sound.
"Despicable!" She cursed, but she had completely lost any room to fight back. The Duke's face was calm and indifferent, but the sword in his hand kept piercing her limbs with his sneers! Blood immediately surged out.
And out!
The balance of victory and defeat tilted again at this time, allowing
"Stupid guys, do you think you have found hope? This is just a small mistake. However, in the face of this great power, all struggles are in vain. Yes, with all my wisdom, I
Before the Lord God, you will not receive any extravagant forgiveness!"
The red figure nodded slightly and slowly rose from the ground. He declared loudly and looked down at the crowd, his dark red eyes flashing with light. And the understatement of his tone made it seem as if everyone present had a life-or-death concern.
Within his grasp:
"Our Lord's purpose has been perfectly achieved. As long as you are eliminated, the Retegg family, Gushan City, and the entire duchy will be ours! Not long after, even this country will inevitably become a great nation.
The treasure of the King of Stratagems!"
The old man's blood-colored shadow let out a burst of unruly laughter. He seemed to be sure of victory, and his confident voice was particularly harsh.
"Don't even think about it!"
"Stop, come back quickly!" "Miss Yulia!"
The paladin's pressed body was as straight as a spring, making her figure blur into a faint shadow, and she went straight forward amidst several screams! The holy light flowed, and the sprint trajectory of the human figure was immediately illuminated, like the horizon.
The meteor is heading straight away!
The moment of one breath.
The blood-red shadow calmly faced the stream of light rushing towards him, just raising his hand, and then the invisible force set off a storm again, whipping through the surrounding space like a whip, and even the air crackled with explosions.
Ming.
Yulia's breath was suffocated, and the strong wind passed over the young paladin's cheek like a knife, causing numb pain, but she stubbornly opened her eyes wide and roared as she rushed towards the bloody figure! The white luster
Retreating from her body, the armor suddenly made a sharp squeaking sound as it rubbed against the bloody mist! But the long sword in her hand became even hotter because of this, drawing a bright arc in the air!
That is the condensed belief of the holy warriors, their most famous power!
Closer, closer...
"Back up quickly!"
The half-elf's shout reached the paladin's eardrums, causing her to subconsciously stop a little. At this moment, a halo of light spread around her, turning into a light shield!
But then, the mask shook violently. A huge force pushed Yulia, making her take a few steps back. Then in a moment, the entire mask was covered with spiderweb-like gaps! The next moment, that
The meager strength has exploded and shattered into countless light spots!
After the terrifying shock, the ruins were once again filled with smoke and dust. Then they were swept away by a gust of wind. The paladin lowered his gaze and couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air. He felt his scalp numb - under the weight of the blood mist, the ground cracked inch by inch.
In this moment of breathing
In a moment, she had sunk more than three feet deep. If the half-elf hadn't used a shield to block her, she would have been suppressed by this power... Judging from that power, even with the help of the Sun Amulet
, she might also have to face being crushed into mud!
It has to be said that the female paladin is too inexperienced on the battlefield...especially for this battle where the weak is the enemy and the enemy is strong. It is often a matter of life and death. She still has no way of understanding that in such a real battlefield, even if it is just a blink of an eye,
Hesitation in time can also be life-threatening!
The next moment, the red light in her eyes made her mind go blank almost instantly!
At the moment of life and death, a huge force came from the side and knocked the female paladin away hard! Instead of her, he faced that dark red light and shadow!
There was a loud bang, indicating the terror of that power... It was just a flash of red light, and the demon statue made of fine gold also creaked in the huge power, and then in the next moment, it exploded into scattered pieces.
Broken metal!
"Little girl, you have good luck." The bloody figure looked at the paladin more than ten feet away and nodded slightly, but his voice was full of malice: "But boring toys can't always save you. Do you think, you
Will you have a chance of winning? Dream! Our Lord’s plans are always perfect!"
"Bluffing can't cover up the mistakes you have made, and bragging and exaggerating will only make the mistakes sound bigger and just make people laugh." The half-elf waved his hand and drew a thin purple rune, calling in the air.
Several gloomy shadows appeared, slightly twisted, and hidden again invisibly: "The connection between the divine blood and the god has been cut off, and all you can use now is the remaining power in the divine blood! Although the power is still there
Huge, but you have lost control, we just need to..."
The half-elf revealed it without hesitation, but the enemy obviously didn't want to give her any more room to explain in detail.
The blood-red mist opened and extended from behind the incarnation of the divine blood, turning into sharp arrow-like cones, attacking everything that could still move in the field! In this mist, the stone powder and soil on the ground also turned into
Like flowing blood, it rolls into waves and rushes forward!
The scope of this blood-colored wave was extremely wide, and for a moment it was impossible to defend against it! The two priests had quickly retreated in an instant, but the paladin and the mage apprentice were a step too late, and were about to fall into the blood-colored river almost instantly!
But at this moment, a transparent wall appeared out of thin air in the air, with a crystal-like luster. It grew with a crackling sound, completely blocking the blood on the ground!
"Who!"
The blood shadow raised its head and stared at the void.
Then, there, a ray of light suddenly burst out from the black shadow of the blue sky.
At first, it was insignificant and thin, filaments that could just be distinguished by the naked eye. But with a slight twist, the threads turned into stripes. Countless thin threads gathered and entangled from the space, and finally formed in one breath.
It condensed into a ten-foot-long silver track.
The silver lines twisted and shimmered... Then a silver door opened in the space.
In fact, instead of calling it a gate, it is better to use the word crack to describe it - that dazzling silver shows a wonderful irregular shape in the dark, like a poor painter splashing a bucket of paint.
There are traces of it... However, the energy that surges out of it is terrifying... Everyone has to squint their eyes at this moment to avoid the burning fluorescence.
The black shadow stepped out from it, standing quietly in the void.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm late." He raised his head slightly, revealing the smile raised at the corner of his mouth under the shadow of the hood: "Things were more troublesome than expected, and a lot of time was wasted..."
"Finally here! You guy!" "Too slow..."
"Who are you?"
Listening to the other party's cheers, the old man's bloody face also showed a trace of surprise. Now that he has lost the attention of the gods, the remaining power of the divine blood is still extremely huge. Although it is no longer enough to seal the entire space, it can ignore this interference.
There were also not many spellcasters...and his eyes paused slightly on the black robe with silver light shining through it. The surprise became clear.
"If I'm not wrong, you interfered with our Lord's great gift? I have to say that you are very brave, but if you think that this can change the outcome, then you are too naive!"
His bright red eyes stared at the opponent in black robes. His voice was solemn.
"A great gift? Ah... that, it's nothing, I just dismantled the magic circle..."
The young man reached out and brushed away the strands of silver thread around his body, and then let his eyes linger on the bloody shadow for a moment. He raised his brows calmly and said, "Oh. You are the one.
Ares the chief priest? I really want to thank you for collecting so many good things. Mithril and the like are fine, but those Emperor's Tears are really good... I think it's enough for me.
Let’s build something like a teleportation array.”
"……What did you say?"
The incarnation of the divine blood in the form of an old man couldn't help but tremble slightly for a moment! The meaning hidden in the other party's words seemed too terrifying for him to accept for a while...
"Ah, it was demolished like this? It's a pity, it's such a waste."
The half-elf blinked and let out a burst of chuckles in response. It was just a big look of schadenfreude on his small face, but it was obviously not just used to laugh at the level of 'waste' -
A magic circle, in a sense, is a medium that solidifies a certain special effect... Casting a spell only requires the correct spells, gestures, and materials. And a magic circle formed by a building represents far more than just materials.
consumption, the most valuable of which is the builder of the magic circle, in order to communicate with the magic network
, and solidify the energy and infuse the spiritual power into it. There is no clever means, and it can only rely on the power of the soul that the caster slowly accumulates over time. This process is similar to the manufacturing of magic items - or, in other words,
Magic items themselves are things that work with the help of small magic circles.
As a finished product, the magic circle means more and more cruel dedication... But as someone dismantles it at will, these losses will inevitably become mirror flowers and water moon, leaving no trace.
"lie!"
There were ripples on the body of the incarnation of divine blood... He instinctively denied what the enemy said, but the ominous premonition rising deep in his heart was extremely real... After all, the breaking of the divine power is
It has been stated that certain things happened.
So, was his lair really attacked? What was the loss? Did this guy cause unpredictable damage, or did he just disrupt the operation of the magic circle and then use it to
Bluffing?
Controlling divine power is not something ordinary people can do... The power of divine blood is far beyond ordinary imagination. It is a vast and powerful force. If the support of gods is lost, mortals still want to promote it for their own use, and it is not as simple as stealing.
Question. Like a swaddled baby, reluctantly
If someone tries to wield a war hammer forcefully, if he is not careful, he will be crushed into flesh and blood by this huge force. Even senior believers who have served God for decades may not necessarily be able to obtain more tips, and they may even
Because that god can fit in, it will cause a greater crisis to the body!
Therefore, be calm.
His chest rose and fell heavily, and he tried his best to suppress the anger that could devour his reason... However, as if he had planned for a long time to attack this weakness, the figure in the black robe raised his head and continued with that hateful tone.
Opening:
"Ah, by the way, you are really generous. You actually hollowed out the entire mountain and actually got a group of dwarves to work as blacksmiths for you. But fortunately, the strength of those dwarves is really good. They are better than you."
The strength of those guards is much stronger. If they weren't all qualified warriors and had many suitable weapons and armors around them, it would be really difficult for me to defeat the soldiers you left behind alone."
He patted his head and added, in that understatement, it seemed that he was describing something even more trivial than the problem with the magic circle!
"Did you catch them?" The old man incarnated with divine blood finally spoke, and the sound of teeth rubbing against his teeth was already added to his voice.
"Ah, no, those guys are very stubborn, and they are really confident in their own strength, so I had to send them to meet your god, which took a lot of time."
The corners of the young man's mouth raised, and the annoying smile widened: "By the way, it took me a lot of effort to find the place where you hid your things. You have the time to dig those scattered tunnels, so you might as well make more
Where is the disguised room, or do you belong to the rat family and have the habit of sneaking around when nothing happens?"
"Lies! All the wealth in our temple is preserved in the most perfect magic circles and advanced magic traps. Thieves like you can't get involved! Only loyal believers of my god can touch... them!"
More information made the old man who was the incarnation of divine blood feel cold in his heart, so he could no longer hold back the roar that erupted from the bottom of his heart.
The entire Gushan City fell into silence for a moment! Only the beast-like roar and the thunderous reverberations suddenly burst out with the storm wind, sweeping away the dust in the air!
"Forget it, if you call the dozen hidden cells in your room perfect magic circles and traps, then what should you call His Majesty the King's treasure house? An absolute realm that even gods cannot invade? Ah, of course I'm not talking about pants.
The one on the sock is just a mental barrier... In short, it's just three places, your room, a vault and the dark room behind your statue."
In response to this huge roar, the psychic simply sneered.
He raised his hand and completely wiped out the last bit of hope in his opponent's heart: in that hand, a dark dagger was plucked by four fingers, turning smoothly, with flashing red daggers all over the jagged edge.
The light and blood stains are like dripping.
"Ah, speaking of this, I really am not talking about you. There is really a little less stuff in your lair. I originally thought that even if a cult's headquarters does not have a net worth of hundreds of thousands of platinum coins, it should at least have a net worth of hundreds of thousands of platinum coins.
Thirty or fifty magic items fill the scene... not to mention you have such a magic item dealer.
The store is open to the public. Unexpectedly, there are only a dozen items, and half of them are legal storage items. Oh, and half of them can't be used by ordinary people. It's really shabby. But I think your magic store should have a stocking place.
?As far as I know, you seem to have penetrated deeply into other members of the Retiger family?"
"You, shut up!"
That unknown enemy, the teasing intentionally or unintentionally, and the damn, dark goddess little girl priest's childish and crisp chuckle, were like countless sharp needles, piercing into the old man's heart one by one! The bright red color all over his body
It almost came to my head and spurted out of my mouth!