Chapter 1427 God's Punishment (continued, ask for a monthly ticket)
God said: 'Let there be light~!'
Then there was light~!”
Following Hilmeria's passionate and high-pitched voice, and driven by the magic crystal, the entire magic circle suddenly shone with a holy light.
The gorgeous milky white brilliance is like a big white umbrella, covering the entire island, and the light illuminates every inch of the island.
If you look down from the air, the huge magic array is like diamonds inlaid on the sea, shining in the sun.
At the same time, there was a low but loud buzzing sound in the air.
The sound was extremely weird. The frequency was very low at first. Although the sound was not high-pitched, everyone present felt the strong vibration of the sound. The sound wave tremors made their abdomens and chests contract in waves.
With every sound, everyone's hearts jumped suddenly.
The holy light on the entire magic circle also flashed. One tremor after another, the light rose up to the sky in an orderly manner, spread, then disappeared, and then lit up again, like a beating heart.
It's as if the magic circle is a huge living thing, breathing hard to accumulate strength.
With the vibration, the light of the holy light became brighter and denser. Like a thick mass of milk that could not be melted, it completely enveloped everyone in the magic circle.
In the powerful white holy light, everyone could only see the blurry outlines of their companions, and it was almost difficult to open their eyes.
Then the light beat faster and faster. The last flash interval was almost indistinguishable with the naked eye, and the brilliance enveloped the entire island.
At this moment, Hilmeria made a fist with her left hand and pointed the Mountain of Light in her hand towards the sky. She wanted to raise her hand high into the sky.
But she felt as if her hands were as heavy as a big mountain, as if they were holding up the entire magic circle's brilliance, so she could only raise her arms inch by inch with difficulty.
When she barely raised her hand above her head, she felt the resistance suddenly increase.
Although Hilmeria pressed on to Silver Fang and tried several times with all her strength, blue blood vessels burst out on her originally slender and white arms, which turned slightly red due to excessive use, but she still could not remove her hands.
Lift it another inch.
At the same time, she felt that the holy power in her body was draining rapidly, as if a floodgate had been opened.
Hilmeria couldn't help but feel a thump in her heart. Although she was a pope, she was too young after all. She lacked time to accumulate, and the holy power contained in her body was too little. In terms of holy magic ability, she was a senior red archbishop.
There is still some gap between them, let alone compared with the ascetic monks.
The holy power in her body is simply not enough to support and command such a large-scale magic circle.
At this time, through the magic crystal ball, one can see that the battle between a group of strong human beings and the high priest in the distance has undergone fundamental changes.
Due to the high-intensity fighting, the magic power of the mages was huge. At the same time, they had to concentrate 200%, and the mental consumption was also huge. At this moment, they were already feeling physically exhausted, so they became weaker and weaker as they fought, and they no longer had the initial fierce attack.
Momentum. At a disadvantage.
The high priest's magic power seemed to be endless, and he easily summoned powerful dark creatures one after another. He dropped them in front of him and commanded them to fight against humans.
A large number of dark creatures launched suicidal attacks from all sides, as if they were going to drown the human masters.
The powerful humans were bullied by him like a pack of dogs. They could only parry but had no power to fight back. Even at the risk of their lives, they could only maintain the situation and keep out the dark creatures.
Due to physical exhaustion and mental exhaustion, more and more people hid behind the red archbishop and the ascetic monks, hiding behind them who held up the shield of holy light, to take a breath, and then fight again.
Only a few great wizards and great wizards with powerful magic powers in Lester, as well as a few experienced magic archers, are still attacking the high priest. Their abilities are also top-notch among this group of masters.
But at this time, their rhythm was getting slower and slower, and it was obvious that they could no longer hold it any longer.
At the same time, the ebb and flow of the situation gave the high priest more and more time to summon more undead creatures while dealing with their attacks.
Groups of dark creatures gathered in the air, then screamed and rushed towards the battlefield.
At this time, the group of strong human beings were almost completely shrouded in darkness, and the figures in the battle group could not be seen clearly.
There were roaring winds all around, with a cold and icy aura forming a whirlwind that swirled around humans.
The pale white ghosts were flying in a whirlwind, making screams that hurt human hearts, and howling around them.
The Dark Knights rushed out of the smoke, waving their swords nearly as tall as a man, roaring and roaring like wild beasts, swinging their heavy swords and slashing at the human Holy Light Shield on the opposite side.
Those strong human beings are like a small boat in the rain. They are constantly ups and downs with the angry waves, and they may be destroyed at any time.
When the high priest saw this, a victorious smile appeared in his eyes. As long as he continued to strengthen his offensive, humans would definitely not be able to hold on. However, he waved his staff and slowed down.
The high priest looked at everyone coldly and said in a deep voice: "I'm very curious, who came up with this crappy plan of yours? And who is the traitor?"
His voice was not high, but through the howling wind, the sharp howls of ghosts, and the shouts and roars of the dark knights, it was clearly transmitted to the ears of the powerful human beings.
The high priest paused for a moment, and then continued: "Speak, speak, as long as anyone speaks out, I will spare his death. If it satisfies me, I will also grant him eternal life.
Say it, say it quickly..."
His voice was full of fatal temptation, as gentle as a lullaby, and many people couldn't help but relax and close their eyes.
Some people had a hesitant look in their eyes. Some even wanted to move forward with dull eyes...
Lester looked at it and said something bad. The old man gritted his teeth and used all his strength to wave a bolt of lightning.
"Crack~!" There was an earth-shattering thunderclap.
An orange lightning as thick as a water tank struck down in the sky.
It did not attack the high priest like before. Instead, it rushed towards the dark knights like a ferocious dragon.
Lightning fell into the crowd of Dark Knights, causing a violent explosion. Amidst the huge noise, arcs of electricity flew out and hit the Dark Knight's armor, making a crackling sound.
The dark knights couldn't help but trembled, and then fell down one after another.
Although the surroundings were dark, wisps of white mist could still be seen emerging from the gaps in their armor.
"Okay~!" Someone in the crowd shouted excitedly, and the pressure on the human side suddenly eased.
The demon archer cheered up and took the opportunity to shoot another shower of arrows at the high priest. But then more dark knights were summoned by the high priest and rushed out of the darkness with a roar.
Seeing this situation, many strong human beings couldn't help but have a look of despair in their eyes. It seemed that the high priest's soldiers would never be exhausted. No one knew how many dark creatures he could summon in his hands.
Could it be said that the high priest is really invincible? Is he really boundless in power and never tired?
A look of satisfaction flashed in the high priest's eyes.
Although he also paid a huge price, half of his body was damaged in the human attack, and it would take a long time to recover.
But he already has a chance to win. The dark mage's battle is not a battle of spells. Summoning dark creatures is always the dark mage's trump card.
These enemies on the opposite side are all the top strong men in the human world, and it is usually difficult to find one or two of them. If they are all transformed into undead, it will be of great help to themselves.
If they were sent back to massacre in the human world, the blow to humanity would be huge.
Especially Lester. If he were made into a lich, he would be the first lich at the level of a great magister.
At the same time, it will once again make mankind realize that the strongest person under the starry sky will never be defeated.
Under great fear, they would never dare to mention any landing plan.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little proud, but then he realized that he was losing his temper.
The once extremely powerful undead army has not been deployed on human territory. Whether it is the sea of undead, the corpse poison plague, or even the corpse demon that even the lich himself cannot control, they have not played a big role in the war.
They were all blown to pieces in the human artillery fire, and this war was actually defeated so neatly. They lost everything, and the two million troops were completely lost.
This kind of thing would have been unimaginable a thousand years ago. Even if he was defeated in the last war, the remaining troops could still withdraw safely.
But now it appeared in front of him in full force.
Although he has gone through many vicissitudes and has seen everything in the world, this kind of failure still makes him feel a little annoyed and regretful. If human artillery and war fortresses continue to develop, what else can he do to deal with them in the future? The Sea of Undead and the Dark Mage have already
It proves that it doesn't work anymore.
Cracks appeared in the high priest's originally rock-hard heart.
At the same time, there was also a trace of fear hidden deep in his heart. Even he himself could hardly detect that fear: after a thousand years, human beings have become so powerful, so in the future, they will inevitably
will be stronger.
But he, the Dark Mage, and the Semitic tribe have remained the same as they were a thousand years ago.
At this rate, maybe one day in the future, I will die in their hands?~!!!
He summoned more than a dozen ghosts, using them to interfere with the human magic archers, and then summoned more than a dozen dark knights nearly three meters high, and then whispered again: "Come on, come on, children,
Join our team and join the world of eternal life. There is no sorrow or pain here, so that you can forget all your troubles. You will no longer be afraid of death..."
The voice full of magic echoed in everyone's ears like a dream.
Although everyone was prepared this time, there were still several exhausted people who fell into his trap. They put down their weapons and stood there blankly.
Then the people next to them hurried up, covered their ears, and then kicked them hard or stabbed them with a knife.
This sudden severe pain made those people regain their consciousness, and then dragged them back behind the holy light barrier.
The rhythm of the battle was disrupted again, and Lester couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was anxious in his heart and thought secretly: This old ghost is too powerful. He can achieve this effect with a simple bewitchment. How many tricks does this guy have hidden?
Even Lester himself almost lost his mind just now.
Through the magic crystal ball, Hilmeria saw the fighting situation and couldn't help but feel anxious. The situation was getting worse and worse. Lester and the others could not hold on for long.
But under the pressure of the powerful holy light, she began to feel that all the bones in her body began to make noises, her palms became numb, and her hands became heavier and heavier.
If it weren't for the strong perseverance she had developed over more than ten years, she would almost have put her hands down.
Unknowingly, under the heavy pressure, Hilmeria felt a salty taste in her mouth. It seemed that blood was gushing out, but then she swallowed the blood hard again, and then gritted her teeth again, strong
Put your hands up.
It was only raised less than half an inch, and the doubled pressure came ruthlessly again.
Hilmeria couldn't help but feel her feet weaken, and she knelt down on one knee. She held the holy staff tightly with her right hand and tried to stand up, but her left hand was still raised high.
Everyone present couldn't help but feel anxious when they saw her condition.
Although God loves the world, God’s power is extremely powerful. Not just anyone can bear it.
Although they stood scattered in the corners of the magic circle, using their own strength to maintain the operation of the magic circle, they could all clearly feel the powerful divine power that was as heavy as a mountain, and it was very difficult to breathe under the pressure.
Not to mention Hilmeria, who stood in the center of the magic circle and had to withstand almost all the power.
In the pure white holy light, a wisp of bright red liquid could be vaguely seen dripping from the corner of her mouth, forming a shocking contrast with her white and delicate skin.
At this time, even though some people wanted to step forward to help, but surrounded by the powerful holy light, it was like a ball of solidified milk, which had solidified into substance, immobilizing their bodies, making them unable to take a step forward.
The great wizard Ohid stood outside the formation, but his thoughts were complicated. He kept sighing and waved his hands anxiously.
Everyone in the Holy See actually activated a powerful magic circle, which really made people feel envious, jealous and hateful.
This kind of powerful magic circle can only be used by wealthy people like the Holy See, and the precious materials invested in it are much more than he has ever played with in his life.
It's impossible to do it in a small handicraft workshop like the Magic Association. To put it bluntly, the Magic Association is a federation of guilds. It has no binding force on mages and has no way of making money on its own. It just does the business of making magic crystals.
Make a fuss.
Compared with the wealth of the Holy See, it is not in the same order of magnitude. This time the Holy See did not hesitate to provide hundreds of tons of alloy raw materials for the magic circle.
But at this time, he also realized something was wrong. Seeing Hilmeria kneeling on one knee, as if she couldn't support herself, he couldn't help but feel anxious.
He turned his head and looked at the crystal ball: There, the battle between humans and the high priest had already turned into a one-sided situation. All the strong humans were suppressed and beaten by the old guy, and they were about to be wiped out.
Already.
But at this critical moment, His Majesty the young Pope was about to slip up.
"These guys from the Holy See are really as unreliable as ever when they do things~!" Ohid couldn't help but secretly cursed in his heart.
He was determined to help, but when he looked at the holy light that was as thick as milk and looked at the huge mountain of light on Hilmeria's left hand, he couldn't help but stop.
The Ring of Saint Toro is a ring of light. It is also a ring given by God and has great power.
Throughout the ages, the only one who can use the Ring of Saint Peter is the Pope. Anyone else who dares to covet it will be punished by God~!
There are even legends that the Mountain of Light contains the consciousness of the God of Light, a true artifact.
As a great mage with strong magic power, morals, cultivation and moral character, Ohid sneered at this very feudal and superstitious statement.
He secretly guessed that some kind of powerful holy light magic or voodoo curse must have been cast on the ring to prevent others from using it.
And there were probably other ways to break it, but even as a great mage, he didn't dare to try it himself.
Ohid looked at the crystal ball again. At this time, the battle there became more and more fierce.
Several holy light barriers have been broken by the enemy. Although some ascetic monks have propped up other barriers in time, there are still several strong human beings who did not evacuate in time and fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.
Looking at the magic array of holy light that was shining but could not be emitted, Oshed couldn't help but feel a burst of despair in his heart: Could it be that the high priest really shouldn't die? Or is it that the God of Light is going to die today?
Dozed off?
Although as a magician and a magician who only believes in magic elements, he does not believe in those gods, but at this moment, he still can't help but pray secretly in his heart.
As if in response to his prayer, a thin figure appeared in the holy light magic circle. He walked slowly in the dense and indestructible holy light without being affected by it at all.
Obstacle. Just like in your own back garden.
"Who is this?" Ohid couldn't help but be shocked. You must know that even with great magic power, he would not dare to step into the Holy Light Formation easily.
He opened his eyes desperately, trying to see the other person's face clearly. But in the white holy light, he could only vaguely see the other person's shadow.
I saw the man coming to Hilmeria's side, then raising his hand to help her up. Then he reached out and held her left hand, and together they used force to raise her hand to the sky.
The magic circle suddenly glowed with light.
The holy light with a diameter of more than 100 meters soars into the sky and goes straight into the sky.
The powerful light shattered the clouds in the sky into pieces, and the sky turned blue, and you could even see the stars shining in the sky.
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