Chapter 349 Trap

The noise in the meeting room gradually faded. After a long debate, the archbishops still could not reach a consensus. They could only wait for the Pope to come back and vote.

Crown frowned slightly. He sensed the time. It was just past 12 o'clock. The meeting usually ended at 11:30.

"What's going on outside? Is the riot going to be very loud?"

The Pope has not returned for a long time, and everyone feels a little uneasy.

Drago stood up and shouted, "Everyone, I think His Holiness the Pope must have encountered some difficult situation. Since we can't reach a consensus on the issue of reinforcing Hinterland, why don't we go out and take a look, so as to lend a hand to His Holiness."

"Yes, no matter how big the commotion outside is, with so many Silver-rank Transcendents like us, we can quickly resolve the problem."

"In my opinion, the situation outside is very stable. If there was any problem, His Holiness the Pope would have sent someone to inform us long ago."

Drag had already walked to the door and pressed the magic circle button that controlled the door, but the door did not move at all.

"Um?!"

He pushed the button again, but the door still didn't move. He said uncertainly:

"It seems like there's something wrong with the magic circle."

The archbishops who stood up and walked to the door were stunned. Could it be that the magic circle of the sanctuary was damaged?

How the hell is this possible?! The construction standards of the sanctuary array are extremely high, there is no way anything could go wrong.

"Let me lend you my weapon," Flanders said, knowing that Crown could store the weapon inside his body.

Klauen took out the Thunder Fury, and the cold light of light blue immediately filled the nearby space.

Flanders took the weapon, took a step forward, came to the control hub, and prepared to attack.

Drago hurriedly stretched out his hand: "What are you going to do? The magic circle of the sanctuary cannot be destroyed."

Flanders raised his eyebrows: "I only know that we are now trapped in the sanctuary, and the magic circle cannot be opened from the inside. Do you know how serious this matter is?"

The magic circle cannot be opened from the inside, which means that there is a problem with the entire sanctuary magic circle, and that there is a huge loophole in the Vatican's defense.

He thought about the fact that the Pope had been wearing a holy robe that isolated him from detection in recent days, and he felt inexplicably uneasy.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around and glanced around, then said loudly: "Everyone, the sanctuary array of St. Peter's Basilica can defend against sixth-level attacks, and the probability of the array being damaged is zero.

It cannot be opened from the inside now, and we have no idea what is happening outside.

I think there are only two possibilities. The first is that the nodes of the magic circle have been destroyed artificially, and someone doesn't want us to go out.

The second possibility is that an irresistible attack occurs outside and a key node of the magic circle is destroyed. Is there such a possibility?"

Flanders shrugged and continued, “We all know that when St. Peter’s Church is attacked, the magic circle of the sanctuary can be activated automatically, and we don’t need to activate it manually.

I think the second situation can be ruled out.

In either case, our situation is not optimistic.”

There were no stupid people present. The critical nodes of the magic circle that could defend against sixth-level attacks were destroyed. It was impossible for them inside to be unaware of it.

Everyone knew that the Pope had repaired the magic circle a few days ago. Now that there was a problem with the magic circle, everyone immediately suspected Osman, and the archbishops began to discuss it.

"The restoration of the magic circle of St. Peter's Basilica must be supervised by the Pope himself. Now there is a problem."

"Do you know what you are saying? You are slandering the Pope," Drago shouted.

"I'd rather I guessed wrong."

Flanders spoke word by word, his hand holding the weapon tighter:

"Move aside, Archbishop Drag. If my sword can damage this place, it means it is the second situation. If the magic circle is still working, the matter is self-evident."

Archbishop Martin Hodges of Branden cried out:

"Drag, let Flanders try. This is also the easiest way to determine the authenticity of his inference."

Ahmed and Derag were close friends. He came to his friend and whispered:

"If Your Majesty encounters an enemy of equal strength, you will definitely come to inform us, but now no one has come. Do you think this is normal?"

Drago bit his lip with his lower teeth, stared at Flanders and said, "If your guess is wrong, I'm afraid you can't take the responsibility."

This is one of the hubs of the sanctuary's magic circle. If it is destroyed, it will be extremely difficult to repair.

In addition, the sanctuary of St. Peter's Basilica is the core of the protection array of the city of Bligh. If there is a problem here, it means that the protection array has also lost its function.

Crown stood beside Flanders and said in a deep voice:

"What if his guess is right? Get out of the way."

Drag stiffened his neck and didn't move, but he finally made way.

Flanders activated his holy power, the wrath of thunder emitted a faint blue glow, and the sharp sword smashed into the wall next to the button.

With aura rippling like water waves, Flanders staggered backwards suddenly and bumped into the person behind him.

"Hiss," most people gasped. There was nothing wrong with the magic circle, it just changed from being outward-facing to being inward-facing.

Drag muttered to himself: "How is this possible."

"The people behind me, move aside. I'll try again."

Flanders looked grim. He didn't use much strength just now, but he was actually repelled by the magic circle. This meant that the defense strength of the magic circle was stronger than he expected.

The people behind him dispersed. Flanders released the holy power armor, but felt it was not safe enough, so he released the golden light to protect his body. Then he mobilized the holy power to the maximum extent and wielded the thunderous fury again.

The spiritual light on the wall flickered more violently, but the wall still did not suffer any damage. Flanders himself was blown away at a much faster speed than before.

Fortunately, he was prepared and quickly steadied himself.

"After thousands of years of accumulation, the magic circle of St. Peter's Church has sufficient energy reserves and it is impossible to be shaken in a short period of time. What should we do now?" He asked the question that everyone was thinking.

Now, everyone is trapped in the sanctuary room, and there is a high probability that no one will come to rescue them.

The strength of the sanctuary's magic circle has reached the sixth level. It is almost a pipe dream to destroy the defense with their power.

"Let me try," said Crown, and he was about to step forward.

He was very depressed. He never thought that he would encounter such a situation in the holy place of the Vatican.

He didn't understand the magic circle, so if he wanted to break it, he could only use the most stupid method, which was to consume the energy of the magic circle bit by bit.

"Don't," Flanders stretched out his hand to stop him, "You are our last hope, let you play at the end.

Everyone, let's go one by one and test the weaknesses of the magic circle, and then leave it to Clown to deal with it.

Please do your best, we can’t afford to delay. If we are trapped here forever, hunger will wear us all down.”

When a person is extremely hungry, he can no longer be called a human being.

Martin stepped forward and shouted:

"Yes, Clown is at the fifth level. His strength should not be wasted on testing. Let me be the first one."

He has a close relationship with Flanders and must come out to cheer.

In the corner of the block, Theo and Moon met together. They were both in a mess, with blood all over their faces, most of which was their own blood.

As the incident happened suddenly, they did not have time to put on their armor before joining the battle, but the enemy was stronger than they had imagined, the formation of the troops was quickly broken up, and their comrades kept falling beside them.

When they met up, the total number of soldiers around them did not exceed thirty.

Theo breathed slowly and said breathlessly:

"What should we do now, Your Holiness?"

At this time, the Pope is their only hope.

"I haven't seen the Pope since the team was dispersed. What do you think the enemy's strength is?"

"The strength must have reached at least the fourth-order silver level, otherwise we wouldn't have been defeated so easily. For some reason, I have a bad feeling."

Moon patted his companion on the shoulder and said with a grin:

“Don’t worry, the silver-rank archbishops haven’t made a move yet.

Besides, Lord Klauen is a fifth-level transcendent. As long as they take action, these monsters will surely be defeated.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

When His Holiness the Pope notices the difficulty of the matter, he will definitely go to the sanctuary to inform the archbishops. "

Speaking of the Pope, Theo felt an even stronger ominous premonition. He opened his mouth but ultimately did not dare to voice out all his worries.

He tried hard to dispel his uneasiness, leaned his back against the wall, and said, "I hope so, ugh"

Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the scarlet liquid flowed down his neck, quickly staining his clothes red.

I saw a conical gray bone arm drilling a big hole in the wall, and then passed through Theo's heart, opening a hole in his chest. Blood gushed out like a faucet that was turned on.

"ah!"

Blood sprayed all over Moon's face. He shuddered, then his eyes widened in anger and he waved his shield, trying to knock the bony arm away.

At this time, the Faceless Man who was attacking by surprise had already crashed through the wall. He clenched his big palms into fists and smashed Moon's head with one blow, knocking the enemy's shield away.

Like a thrown flying disc, the round shield drew an arc in the sky and then fell down.

The shield made several circles on the ground and finally fell in a pool of blood.

As time passed, it was already half past ten in the evening.

The cardinals attending the cardinals' meeting completely gave up the idea of ​​being rescued. They took the huge hammer that Crown had transformed from the Fire Cube and smashed it against the wall.

Clown no longer cared about anything. He sat cross-legged in a corner, meditating on the Golden Light Mantra. He wanted to adjust his condition to the best.

When he visualized the silver full moon, an aura of peace and tranquility emanated from his body, calming the anxiety of the archbishops.

When he visualized the fiery red sun shining on the earth, a hot torrent surged, and the warm sunshine dispelled the haze in everyone's hearts.

Crown felt that the pace at which the archbishops were launching attacks was becoming slower and slower, so he ended his visualization.

Flanders stayed by his side, and when he woke up, he said tiredly:

"Everyone's strength has been almost exhausted, and the defense of the magic circle shows no signs of weakening. We can only rely on you."

"Well," Crown stood up, looked around, and accepted everyone's earnest hopes.

He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to get to work. He didn't want to be trapped here forever.

Picking up two huge two-handed hammers, he released the golden light to protect his body and the heart-cleansing spell.

Afterwards, he activated the Breath of the Flame Dragon and added Source Armor to himself.

The dragon soul revolved around his body, and dragon roars sounded.

Martin felt the power of the dragon soul for the first time, and his speech became incoherent: "What, what is this?!"

He felt a chill rising from his tailbone, as if he was being stared at by some powerful creature, and his body trembled unconsciously.

"I feel like it's a bit like the breathing method mastered by those lingering cultists, Flanders, what do you think?"

Flanders certainly knew what Klauen's current breathing method was. He nodded slightly and said:

"You're not entirely right. This is a new breathing method created by Klauen, which combines the advantages of both the fire breath and the cultists' barbaric breathing method."

Drago said carefully: "He actually learned the breathing method of the cultists. Isn't he afraid that the enemy will set some traps in it?"

Flanders curled his lips secretly and sneered, "Klauen is already a fifth-level transcendent. He can naturally distinguish the authenticity of the breathing method. You don't have to worry."

While they were talking, Crown had already completed all the preparations.

He first used the Breath of Fire Dragon to warm up, and then released Bullet Time, adjusting it to 25% acceleration.

Then, Clown released a modified version of the Fire Spirit Transformation. His originally medium build immediately made him even more muscular, and his fiery red skin was permeated with patches of spiritual light.

"ha!"

He took a sudden step forward, unleashing a savage rage at the same time.

This skill allows the tamers to launch crazy attacks while improving their own strength, speed and other attributes.

Although the tamer was not around, he could still enjoy the boost from the bestial rage.

Now, he has used all of his amplification abilities, which can be said to be his strongest attack state.

The life force surged in his body, and the two hammers were also activated, shining with blood-red light.

The two sledgehammers hit the wall in no particular order, and the defensive aura flashed wildly, as if it would collapse in the next moment, but finally it calmed down.

Crown was also hit by a strong recoil, but he was prepared.

He took advantage of the recoil force to step back, using his legs to direct the force into the ground.

After only three steps back, his body stabilized.

The breath of the fire dragon tempered his flesh, blood and bones, making them stronger and no longer afraid of such a huge recoil force.

Flanders was stunned when he saw his performance: "So strong, can the gap between people be so big?!"

When he attacked the wall, the flashing frequency of the defensive aura was much slower than before, and he couldn't even see the trajectory of the sledgehammer swung by the opponent.

Not only him, but everyone who saw this scene was shocked and felt deeply the gap when compared with others.

Crown paused for two seconds, then raised the sledgehammer again and smashed it against the wall.

"Bang, bang" the sound of the giant hammer hitting the wall continued to be heard, and the spiritual light of the magic circle slowly dimmed. "Hu," Klauen stopped attacking and let out a long breath, most of his life energy was consumed.

"I'm exhausted. I need to rest for a while."

The side effects of the huge recoil force had now fully manifested, and he felt his hands and feet trembling.

“Rest as you please,” Flanders said with a smile, “The aura of the magic circle has decreased a lot now. I don’t think it can last long under this intensity of attack.”

(End of this chapter)