Griffith looked at the spellcasters in front of him with a hint of a smile, and the sword edge made of lightning slowly slid out of the dark scabbard.
Gentlemen, please take action first.
"He's going to take action!" As soon as he said it, Osidis' wand shot a dark beam of light at the flag captain. The latter just raised his hand and swiped it, and the black light hit the bloody gauntlet and bounced out.
"Teleport!"
Yasol Ahan activated his stance, and all the spellcasters present turned into light mist and disappeared in front of the army. In the next moment, they had reached the top of the steps of the temple and were behind the arcane-blessed door.
"Seal the temple," Commissioner Yasol Yahan ordered. He walked vigorously and said to Osidis with confidence, "calling all the extraordinary wizards, we will let mortals see the true power."
Osidis touched the ground with his wand, and powerful auras came one after another.
After the death of the Elf Archon Ferreras Villanoy and the Chief Wizard of Odessa Avignon, the two seats of the 12 members of the Arcane Council were taken over by Athol Ahan and Osidis. The two Sequence Five
Although the wizard has not yet reached the level of demigod, his strength and reputation are extraordinary.
These two people are in charge of the Arcane Temple on a daily basis.
The mage tower is the wizard's most powerful weapon! It is located on the ground where spiritual energy meets. It is constructed of solid boulders. Magic spells and traps are prefabricated in the tower. Once the enemy invades, they will be exposed to ubiquitous surveillance.
, the wizard himself can move as he pleases through secret passages and teleportations.
The Arcane Temple is the magical territory of hundreds of wizards here! Also present were Lord Medwin, Lord Corleone, and Lord Samilon, who are also powerful Sequence 5 spellcasters. In this moment of crisis,
, many magical dignitaries seek refuge here, and here, they can even challenge the gods!
The strongest defense, energy and mobility!
However, the demigods of other paths have their own churches and sanctuaries, and the powerful supernatural beings and extraordinary beings under their command slipped away as soon as they saw the army.
Griffith, in the name of the dictator, accused the spellcaster of having committed unshirkable responsibility for the loss of control of the Legion, the potion, and the Children of Prophecy.
The door was locked behind the great magicians.
"The shield of the temple is impenetrable," Yasol Ahan reassured everyone, "Let their efforts be in vain! We activate the final solution and destroy these madmen!"
He spoke impassionedly, and the wizards responded with bursts of cheers and applause.
There was a rumble outside. It sounded like an army cannon was being fired, and the shells made a loud noise when they hit the temple barrier. The temple's protective shield was activated, giving people a sense of relief.
But a member of the Arcane Parliament named Milovan Neville grabbed his robe and shouted heartbreakingly: "Quickly ask the Senate for help, contact Canaan, you must seek the intervention of the elves immediately
!”
Yasol Yahan pulled back his robe and dragged the panicked councilor to the ground: "Shut up, you coward."
"It's useless!" Milovan Neville lay on the ground, hugging the committee member's legs and shouted louder, "Don't you know what happened? We were abandoned! There is no way to stop the dictator's knights here."
At this moment, a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami suddenly came from outside the wall: "Forward——!"
The sound resounded throughout the city, causing everyone in the entire temple to immediately become silent. Then the ground seemed to tremble faintly. Accompanying the sound of the cannon was the rhythm of thousands of pairs of boots stepping on the marble. The resonance caused by the regular steps, carrying
A kind of ferocious blood that makes people extremely uncomfortable.
Is it safe here?
The men and women hiding here gathered in small groups and whispered. Among them were several senators and many parliamentarians, as well as more distinguished and wealthy upper class people who had just fled from the mob in Bayeran City and took refuge here. According to the senator
According to the news from the hospital, the dictator has clearly promised to eliminate the vulgar and lowly Muggles for them and take back all their mansions, land and industries.
The daughters of Count Larmore are engaged to the commander-in-chief of the dictatorship. She is also a witch, but why is Griffith de Ravenel so ignorant!?
The priests and demon hunters, as well as the Extraordinaries from other channels, all fled.
"Lord Athor Ahan," Osidis whispered to his colleagues, "the Larmore family, and many others, are not here."
"..."
Shadows and fears surged from every corner inside the temple, whispering of unspeakable natural enemies.
At this time, someone suddenly exclaimed.
"Look what that is!"
A small glowing dot appeared on the impenetrable door, smaller than a child's finger.
The rare metal that made the gate turned warm!
This small spot of light gradually turned into a light red color of coagulated blood, and then turned into the color of blood.
The temple doors burned like lava.
"They are destroying the gate! This thing can't be stopped!" A wizard screamed heartbreakingly, "I have heard a long time ago that the dictator's knights are actually extraordinary people of the spell-breaker path, and they are war knights.
!”
This taboo title stung the nobles present, and then they saw a spear!
The cold spring-like blade penetrated the metal, dyeing the entire hall with a layer of crystal purple brilliance. The burning metal flowed, and the psychic light arc gradually lengthened, and came out from the darkness. Then, a stream of red fire
It cracked, and the door was pushed open by strong arms.
Lost words and an ominous atmosphere were vented. The crystals that illuminated the temple were overloaded together, bursting into crackling arcs, and then extinguished together.
The wizards stared into the darkness, dumbfounded.
"What should we do..." Osidis shouted repeatedly, "What should we do!?"
The eloquent Yasol Yahan had lost the ability to speak. He suddenly saw a straight lightning hovering in the darkness. The lightning was so abnormal that people could not figure out why it stopped there. The electric light illuminated the black
Under the robe, heavy armor and gauntlets, and the pitch-black helmet, there was a sight like a blood moon. Scarlet light extended along the lightning.
The holy sword hummed like thunder and lightning thrown by the gods.
“Hoo, ho—”
The dull sound seemed to echo in the heart of the spell caster, and invisible hands grasped the throat. Suddenly, the black shadow flashed past, and an extraordinary wizard who was closer to the door found himself flying up, but his body
Still half-kneeling on the ground.
"Ah, ah——!"
The wizards let out heart-breaking screams like driven ducks by the pond, and many people resisted. They waved their wands to fight back, but the weapons in their hands broke into two pieces in the blink of an eye.
Spell interference! Silence!
The monsters in the shadows rolled over like mowing grass, and the wizard who dared to block him was chopped into two pieces in the blink of an eye.
The casters seemed to have returned to the ancient era where only fragments of words were spread, recalling the horror imprinted in the depths of their souls.
"Don't run away, fight him!" Lord Medwin, Lord Corleone and Lord Samilon got closer, shouting to their companions to resist, "Use the form of mythical creatures!"
The low cry of the sword in Griffith's hand resonated with the golden flame of the spear in Erza's hand. The extraordinary wizard who faced them also fought to the death!
Medwin transformed into a solid earth element, Corleone summoned a black cloud-like army of wronged souls, and Samiron transformed into a liquid metal ball covered with spikes. The powerful magic in the temple was their backing, and it only took a few seconds.
, the two committee members can set off a crazy wave of psychic energy!
Samilon popped out dense spikes, tearing the air, and stabbed with a shrill roar.
Erza held the holy spear in her hand and raised it sideways. The dense thrusts were chopped into pieces by the spear blade and dispersed in the wind. Griffith passed by and slashed at the liquid metal ball with his sword.
"Ah, this!"
The liquid metal disappeared into thin air under Po Jun's annihilation force. Samilon's mythical creature form was annihilated by this blow and turned into splashing water and foam.
Just when he was about to turn into fluid again and escape, Griffith had already grabbed his arm. His right hand, which should have turned into metallic liquid, could not change, and was locked and twisted by the gauntlet.
The slender arm broke with a snap, and the broken bones pierced the muscles and skin and exposed them to the air.
"ah--!!!"
The extraordinary wizard let out a heart-breaking scream from the depths of his soul. Before it could escape his mouth, Erza's spear penetrated his forehead and lifted off most of his skull.
Medwin was so scared that everyone was stunned. There were gunshots all around.
The 10th Army rushed in, and intensive gunshots rang out one after another. The white mist from the primer was filling the air, and clouds of blood mist were exploding everywhere!
The Grand Republican Army of Verona began to massacre the wizards in the temple crazily. The light of the shield in the crowd flashed rapidly. The first batch of wizards who were shot touched the place where they were shot, and the blood from their mouths and noses flowed into their mouths, and then the incomparable
The pain was felt, and they fell to the ground rolling and howling miserably.
"shooting!"
The soldiers in the front row retreated, and the musketeers in the second row raised their guns and pulled the triggers ruthlessly against the resisting and fleeing crowds.
The deafening volley fire sounded again, and another stream of blood mist rose. Those who were shot first looked at the soldiers in shock, then showed expressions of disbelief, and finally fell to the ground, crying desperately.
"shooting!"
"Bang bang bang!"
The pungent smoke of gunpowder spread through the cold and biting air. The smoke filled the air, and the smell of blood began to spread everywhere.
"ah!"
The crowd finally reacted. They screamed and fled in all directions with a loud bang, scattering like birds and beasts.
"go ahead--!"
The officers and soldiers of the 10th Army lined up and moved forward. Their military boots made a neat sound when they stepped on the blood and corpses. The soldiers in the front attacked, while those in the back stabbed the corpses of the spellcasters who refused to die with bayonets.
Amidst the screams, Griffith turned into a bolt of thunder and swung his sword to slash left and right among Corleone's vengeful souls. It merged with other mysterious vengeful souls to bite him like a piranha, but it couldn't bite through the heavy armor.
And bloody light!
"Thunder's Wrath" burst out during the slashing strike. The power of thunder surrounded the light-filled sword body, creating a chain of lightning that jumped among the clouds of wronged souls.
Griffith was swinging on the spot at great speed. The last bolt of lightning was still jumping on the enemies who were crowded around him, and the next one had already burst out from the sword.
Han Guang gathers sharp sword energy, and the invisible wind pressure cuts through the black shadow and fog between swings.
His slashes also carried a storm-like cyclone, and the enemies that were not split by the sword edge were swept past, like weeds under the strong wind, falling in all directions. The unconscious souls were restrained by thunder and blood, and fell into
Confused, surprised and panicked, if they hadn't had no heart and soul, they would have fled away already.
Griffith brandished the holy sword and kept spinning and moving, and the sparkling sword light spread destruction in all directions. With him as the center, streaks of thunder burst into bloody petals, spreading all over the sky.
Corleone was so frightened that he was heartbroken. He turned around and fled into a secret room, trying to hide in the closet. The wizards who ran in with him competed with each other for the small door of the closet, everyone wanted to be the first to hide in. Erza
He kicked open the door, looked at the lost extraordinary wizard, put his index finger on his lips, and then, unexpectedly, winked at them.
The shouts of death outside were getting closer and closer, and countless neat footsteps rushed up the stairs, followed by intense bursts of gunfire and screams.
Corleone's body trembled violently. The wizards beside him also had pale faces, feeling that the end of the world was coming.
"Have mercy!
"kindness!"
This begging for mercy was not enough, Corleone shouted: "Ah, ah! Lord Valkyrie, the Valkyrie of Bjelan! I am willing to be your dog!"
After hearing this, another wizard rushed forward and kissed the ground in front of Erza's boots.
They raised their hands and begged for mercy. Until a group of soldiers rushed in, stood in front of them, and pointed their guns at the spellcaster with his hands raised.
"No!"
Erza retreated, and amid the deafening roar of volleys of guns, the wizards fell to pieces. The infantrymen raised their bayonets and swarmed forward. The sound of bayonets piercing flesh was heard, the cries and groans before death, and the screams from all corners of the temple.
Intertwined.
Regardless of his dignity, Corleone got into the closet. A grenadier strode up and poured a string of grenades through the crack in the door.
"boom--!"
The extraordinary wizard who had blown through the shield fell to the ground. Soldiers surrounded him and stabbed him with bayonets.
More than a dozen bayonets were thrust in and pulled out, thrust in and pulled out again, bringing out pieces of blood mist and flesh.
The howl went from high to low, then slowly fell, and finally fell silent.