Chapter 555 The goddess is a man? (Two updates have been completed, please vote)

Something is not right...

Vivian frowned and fell into deep thought.

As one of the three phantom goddesses, she also knows something about the Wild Hunt.

Normally, the Wild Hunt's activities are not so frequent, and they often stop for a while after completing the hunt.

Otherwise, there would have been no living people in the entire Celtic Age of Gods.

Moreover, the ordinary Wild Hunt army does not seem to have the ability to resurrect corpses and drive these undead to chase living things.

This is more like... the power of gods?

An ominous premonition came to her mind, and Vivian's cynical face showed a rare seriousness:

"Teacher, let's go take a look!"

Lorne nodded in agreement, following the flames and howling, and rushed to the crime scene with Vivian.

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Meanwhile, in the main city of Cornwall.

Nearly a thousand fully armed human soldiers gathered on the top of the city wall, looking outside with pale faces.

In the thick night, thousands of undead whose bodies were made of gray mist, wearing armor on the outside and holding spears, swords and shields in their hands, rushed towards the city gate again and again like a tide.

However, three intertwined red and black light curtains successfully kept them out, giving the city a chance to breathe.

"The Three Phantom Goddesses, please grant us victory and glory!"

The druids who came from the temple prayed devoutly before the battle, casting blessings and buff magic on the soldiers on the scene.

The soldiers silently chanted the goddesses' true names, and suddenly felt infinite courage gushing out of their bodies, dispelling their fear of death and the coldness around them.

Then, under the orders of the officers, they raised their spears and shields, drew their longbows, pointed their weapons at the outside of the city and began to abandon the main gate and try to attack the Wild Hunt army that was attacking the city.

"put!"

As a command was given, arrows rained down from the city walls and cursed bullets flew everywhere.

The attack mixed with wisps of golden divine light fell on the Wild Hunt army, like a drop of water falling into an oil pan, making a dull explosion and blasting through hundreds of undead.

However, before the people on the wall had time to rejoice, the thick gray fog around them poured into the bodies of the undead, mending their broken bodies at a speed visible to the naked eye, restoring them to normal.

Then, the undead stood up in the explosion and flames, wrapped in swirling gray mist and black smoke, and fearlessly crashed into the city walls and gates.

For a moment, the pots of sacred fire used to worship the gods around the city walls swayed violently, like candles in the wind.

The darkness spreading from outside the city gradually expanded into the city.

When the soldiers and druids saw this, they felt a chill in their hearts and recited the goddess's true name and prayers to her more devoutly and quickly.

The golden power of faith overflowed from their bodies and gathered into the towering cathedral in the city.

On the high altar, three statues of the goddess stand majestically.

They hold swords and shields, holy spears, and magic wands respectively, and wear armor or robes. They form a triangle and lean on each other, facing three directions, and jointly watch over the entire city.

These are the phantom three goddesses of fertility, prosperity and death, the rulers who lead warriors to victory on the battlefield, and the present-day protectors of Cornwall.

Looking at the holy fire of origin that continued to glow and heat in front of the altar, and the gray fog that was almost thick enough to be dispelled above the city, the newly-adult Grand Duke of Cornwall wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear.

If it weren't for the protection of the three goddesses, the Wild Hunt army outside might have sneaked into the city quietly tonight, plundered the souls and vitality of all the living, and turned this place into a dead city.

Fortunately, he listened to the advice of his deceased father and did not dare to touch the money for building the temple. He was also diligent in his usual service.

otherwise……

Realizing that he had just walked through the gates of hell, the young Duke of Cornwall felt a wave of fear in his heart. He turned to the dozen or so goblin warlocks he had hired to ensure his safety and gave them an order:

"We must guard the temple and ensure that the holy fire does not go out! As soon as the sun rises, these monsters will burrow back underground because they are afraid of the sun!"

The druids and goblin warlocks in the temple nodded and performed their duties diligently.

This is not just for the usual salary, but also to save one's own life.

The dead and the living are inherently in conflict with each other, and nothing good will happen when they meet.

The wild hunters outside the city are even more terrifying. They are the embodiment of death and will actively hunt living things in the wild. If ordinary people encounter them, they can only run for their lives.

If the sacred fire goes out and the city of Cornwall is breached, anyone can imagine what will happen to the survivors hiding in the city.

Because shortly before the attack, the druids of the temple had tried to seek help from other cities under their jurisdiction.

No one responded.

To be exact, there might not be a single living person left in several nearby towns.

There had been wild hunts from time to time in the past, but they had never risen to the level of terror that was happening now.

What happened to Britain?

The druids and goblin warlocks looked at the Wild Hunt army outside the city that was constantly attacking the light curtain like a tide and the almost endless gray fog through the projection of crystal balls and holy fire, and kept praying in their hearts.

Goddess bless you, please hold on!

If we can make it through this night safely, we swear to serve you three devoutly!

As if they had heard everyone's prayers, the fierce Wild Hunt army attacked several times in succession, but failed to shake the blessing of the three goddesses outside the city, and the army retreated like the receding tide.

Success?

Everyone was excited and celebrated their luck in surviving the disaster.

However, the excitement did not last for a few seconds before a violent roar suddenly came from underground in the central square of the town.

As several thick blue-gray stone slabs were lifted up, dozens of humanoid monsters with black smoke all around them, wearing misty armor, with pale eyes and stiff bodies, growled and crawled out of the exploded deep pit.

Seeing this, the young Duke of Cornwall was horrified:

"It has a physical body? What is this thing?!"

"The Undead! The Undead!"

A goblin warlock answered tremblingly, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Legend has it that this creature is a follower of the god of death, possessing an almost immortal body. It will frantically hunt and kill all living things as a sacrifice to the god of death in the darkness.

In other words, this sudden large-scale [Wild Hunt] is likely to involve a [God] behind the scenes!

Thinking of this, the goblin warlock couldn't help but tremble his teeth.

Seeing those undead charging towards the temple dedicated to the three goddesses, the Duke of Cornwall was very anxious:

"They are trying to extinguish our sacred fire. Stop them now!"

The temple guards, druids and goblin warlocks woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly took up their weapons, ready to suppress the chaos.

However, the monsters were far more powerful than they expected.

Amid the clanging sounds of metal clashing, the guards discovered that ordinary weapons merely caused the black mist on these creatures to churn, and it was difficult to hurt them.

Even with enchanted weapons and spells, destroying their limbs and chopping off their heads, these monsters still fearlessly attacked the living things around them, like killing machines without fear or emotion.

What’s worse is that there are some even more powerful inhuman beings among them.

"roar!"

Several monsters that were four meters tall and covered in black air raised their necks and roared, waving their two-meter-long claws and sweeping in all directions.

The nearby temple guards had their hand bones broken, and were knocked away by the unmatched force, holding their deformed shields and broken swords. They fell heavily to the ground and vomited blood.

"Gods...Kill!"

"Fairy...Kill!"

"Human...Kill!!"

With vague and eerie mutterings, a monster rushed forward, stepped on the waist and abdomen of the seriously injured soldier, grabbed his legs with one hand, and tore him in half in an instant amid the human's shrill screams.

The bright red blood and slimy intestines splattered on the monster's body, seeming to make the black mist on its body thicker and more sinister.

Stimulated by the smell of blood, the rest of the undead also revealed sinister and greedy eyes, rushed towards the crowd, and set off a bloody storm.

The crowd had never seen such a battle before, and they were immediately thrown to the ground and killed easily.

Seeing that the monsters in the square had broken through the blockade and appeared in front of the church and the city gate, the young Duke of Cornwall looked despair.

It’s over!

Once the temple or the city gate falls, the city will lose the blessing of the gods, and the Wild Hunt army outside will be able to take advantage of the opportunity to enter and plunder the vitality and souls of all living things in the city.

Great three phantom goddesses, you are the masters of life, death and war, the rulers of the undead, please save us!

At this moment, the desperate Grand Duke of Cornwall can only pin his hopes on the main god worshipped by the Cornwall region and frantically call for help in his heart.

It seemed as if some mysterious being had heard the prayers of this human believer, and patterns of light flickered inside the temple.

At the same time, several golden flames pierced through the pitch-black night sky and fell into the city, accurately blasting dozens of undead who had already stepped half a foot into the temple into charcoal.

Is it really coming?

My Lady Goddess, from now on, I will be your three most loyal lackeys!

The Duke of Cornwall was overjoyed, and in his heart he frantically expressed his loyalty to the three mysterious beings. He wished he could kneel down on the spot and lick the feet of the three phantom goddesses who saved him from the dire situation.

However, as the smoke and dust in front of the cathedral cleared, the Duke of Cornwall's expression became somewhat dull.

Flat chest, Adam's apple...

The goddess is a man?!

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“A-choo!”

At the same time, Vivian, who turned into a petal and landed in front of the city gate, sneezed heavily.

Who is slandering me behind my back? Don't let me catch you!

Vivian muttered something, raised her wand and tapped the ground lightly.

Suddenly, a circle of pink ripples spread out.

Hundreds of undead that rushed towards the city gate turned into pink petals all over the sky after coming into contact with it. They flew in the wind and returned to dust.

The beautiful pictures dilute the bloody atmosphere of the battlefield and demonstrate an elegant art of killing.

Vivian nodded with satisfaction, a hint of contentment flashing in her dreamy purple eyes.

Dreaming is only the most obvious effect of [Change], and it is also the external appearance she used to fool the teacher.

Changing the form and structure of matter, turning the virtual into the real and the real into the virtual, leading birth and accepting death, are the true mysteries of this [divine power].

The reason why she kept this trump card hidden was, of course, that she was going to give the teacher a big surprise after she finished her studies.

"I'll deal with these zombies that broke in, and you'll be in charge of controlling the situation and treating the wounded!"

A deep voice came from the street. Vivian quickly suppressed the distracting thoughts in her mind, raised the magic wand in her hand, and waved it forward to spread dreamy colors.

Suddenly, the cold ground turned into an endless sea of flowers, and the zombies that broke into the city were like headless flies, crashing into the illusion.

Sensing that the living people around him had been isolated, Loen let out a breath of foul air.

A number of ancient divine languages, including Hermetic, Runes, Titan, Elvish, and the Ogham language that he had just learned, emerged behind him, like twinkling stars, igniting dazzling flames and shooting towards the hundreds of living dead in the illusion.

“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!”

Violent explosions sounded in the illusion. The undead beings, who were surrounded by black mist, were like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun. They turned into pale ashes under the golden flames filled with divine power and dissipated.

As if realizing that the raid had failed, a roar was heard from the distance, and the gray fog outside the city shrank rapidly, and the Wild Hunt army hidden in it retreated like a tide.

"We won! We won!"

The surviving soldiers threw away their shields that were pierced with gray arrows, took off their helmets, slumped behind the parapets, and gasped heavily.

Retired?

Luo En narrowed his eyes and instructed Vivian:

"You guard here, I'll go outside and take a look!"

Then, he turned into a stream of light, rushed out of the city, and chased after the Wild Hunt army that was retreating like a tide.

(End of this chapter)