Chapter 500: Finishing the fight
The holy light flare bloomed like fireworks on the earth. The two evil gods endured the burning of the sun's golden flame and fled into the pyramid in a panic.
Crown was a step too slow and failed to stop the enemy.
Ten seconds later, several pyramids in the core area swallowed up the black fog like a whale sucking water.
What the enemy wants to do is what we must do our best to stop.
Klauen continued to release the Spear of the Sun, and a large amount of black fog was ignited by the law of the sun. The evil spirits wailed and turned into ashes.
In the pyramid, Nubis was pounding the wall angrily. He looked very miserable, with all his hair burnt, his body covered with blisters, and many of his muscles turned to charcoal.
"The enemy has become stronger again. His attack is more than 20% higher than the last time we fought, completely offsetting the bonus that Dark Sky Curtain gave us."
Fear flashed in Hasut's eyes. He was silent for a moment and then said:
"If the enemy maintains this rate of advance, it's only a matter of time before this place is captured. We should think about a way out."
He also suffered severe burns, but his body was originally like a calcined stone statue, so the injuries did not look very obvious.
"The flesh puppet is not yet in its complete form, and its brain is too slow. It doesn't know how to dodge when attacked. Otherwise, if the three of us joined forces, we would have a chance to suppress the enemy. Damn it."
Nubis gritted his teeth and turned to look at his allies:
"If we leave now, what will happen to the remaining flesh puppet? I don't think it will be possible to find another place that is so suitable for creating an army of undead banshees.
I will continue to strengthen the magic circle. If the enemy comes again, I will hide here and not come out.
No matter what, we have to wait until the flesh puppets and the undead banshees are born."
Hasut did not continue to persuade him. The other party had poured all his efforts into this place. If it were him, he would not be willing to abandon everything and leave.
He thought for a moment and then said:
"What are you going to do?"
“Nest a layer of magic circle so that it can absorb the power of gray fog in a larger range.
I have gained a deeper understanding of the enemy's power of laws and can make more targeted arrangements.
Originally, I didn't expect to encounter such a ferocious enemy. The magic circle I built was mainly used to breed flesh and blood puppets.
Now I have revised the magic circle. If it is only for defense, it will definitely not be broken by enemies of the same level, unless the opponent's divine power is endless.
So, how did he become a god, and why does he have so much power?"
Nubis was filled with regret. Logically speaking, it was impossible for a god of the golden level of the Holy Mark to be born in the material world at this point in time, because the current concentration of spiritual power was simply not enough to support living beings to comprehend the golden rule.
If the Mother Goddess had not paid a huge price, they would not have been able to cross the space barrier and "smuggle" here from the spirit world.
Good question, I want to know too. Hasut pondered for a moment and said slowly:
"Do you think there is an ancient god as powerful as the Mother Goddess who is planning to resist the Gray Fog Tide? Is that enemy just the chosen spokesperson?"
"If there are such powerful ancient gods, why didn't they take action during the last holy war? If that were the case, it would be difficult for Cthulhu and Kusuun to gain a foothold in the material world."
"Who knows?" Hasut shook his head.
"Bang!"
A dull sound came from under his feet, and Nubis immediately yelled, "Damn it, that bastard didn't even leave, and he even used his divine power to attack the outer nodes of the magic circle!"
When Clown saw that the black fog had completely disappeared, he did not stop, but flew directly to the outermost part of the evil god's camp and began to attack the pyramid.
As a master of magic arrays, he knew very well that the defensive power of the core of a magic array far exceeded that of its edge.
If we attack the pyramid where the two evil gods are hiding, perhaps even after he has used up all his energy, he will still be unable to break through the defense of the magic circle.
Therefore, it is better to attack the edge of the pyramid and remove the outer magic circle nodes.
He would pull out a few today, and a few more in a few days. In just a few months, he would be able to completely destroy this camp.
After conquering two more pyramids, Crown stopped. This battle consumed more than 4,000 drops of solar essence and lunar essence. Continuing the battle would not be worth it.
He summoned the golden wall and observed with pleasure. After destroying the evil flesh mountain, the heat flow into his body was much greater than that after destroying a sixth-order creature. He must have eaten a big fish.
[Golden Light Mantra: 78256/2000000; Level 7]
[Sun and Moon Rotation Skill: 58014/2000000; Level 8]
[Holy Light Field (Tai Chi): 1376139/2000000; Level 1]
"Haha," Crown was very happy.
The Golden Light Mantra and the Sun and Moon Rotation Technique each increased his proficiency by more than 50,000 points. You should know that practicing these two skills now does not increase his proficiency at all, so this is an extra surprise.
The Holy Light Domain increased its proficiency by approximately 200,000, which was a gratifying increase.
In this way, if he could destroy all the evil gods of the Kingdom of Ribia, the Kingdom of Talon and the Kingdom of Namiia, he would definitely be able to push the Holy Light Realm to the second level.
At that time, he felt that he would definitely be able to step into the eighth level with ease.
"We're done!"
In a good mood, Clown clapped his hands, and the wings behind him flapped gently, turning into a golden lightning and quickly left.
After he goes back and accumulates energy for a month, he will take some sun essence and moon essence from the Sun and Moon Altar, and he will come back.
At this moment, in his mind, he regarded this place as a place to gain experience.
Loch Modan City, cathedral meeting hall.
The white-haired Cardinal Scott Guzman looked at the many priests sitting below and said slowly:
"Since the fall of the Church, the situation in the kingdom has become increasingly worse, and the city of Loch Modan is facing a life-and-death situation.
Since a lot of mines have stopped mining, we can't get enough steel supply, and there is a severe shortage of steel golems, artillery shells and bullets.
There is another horrible thing happening. The quality of the holy water condensed in the church is getting worse and worse. Do you know what this means? "
As the grazing land of the God of Knowledge, the Kingdom of Ribia has always been the first country to use new weapons.
The widespread use of hot weapons helped them survive the initial crisis, but it also put them in new predicaments.
He stood up, his eyes filled with sadness:
“We use magic circles to collect the pure spiritual energy emitted by believers when they pray, and then transform it into holy water through a series of complex processes. Two very critical factors will affect the quality of holy water.
First, the piety of the believers; second, the mysterious power transmitted back from the center of the magic circle to the thread of faith that connects the gods in the dark. "
He didn't say anything else. Those who understood will understand.
When people face despair, their faith will become more devout, so the decline in the quality of holy water must be caused by the second factor.
In this era, the spiritual world where the gods reside and the material world are getting closer and closer. Logically speaking, the mysterious power transmitted back through the line of faith will only increase.
Now the actual situation is completely the opposite. Any normal person knows the reason. There must be a problem with the gods, but no one knows whether they are injured or for some other reason.
A bishop burst into tears: "Can the Kingdom of God of our Lord still come?"
His forehead was covered with wrinkles and his hair was weathered.
Infected by him, a sense of sadness filled the room.
"I have no idea."
Scott shook his head slowly, as if this sentence had exhausted all his strength, and after he finished speaking, he fell back into his seat.
He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and spoke again: "Our situation will get worse and worse. The most urgent thing now is how to get through this difficult time.
The attacks of the evil god's minions are still fierce. If the quality of holy water continues to decline, Loch Modan will be in danger.
We can't sit here and sigh, we must plan our next step.
Everyone, please speak freely today and offer suggestions. What we need to do most is to lead more than 200,000 believers to survive."
His tone was much firmer because he knew that he must not fall down at this moment.
"Archbishop, what is the situation in other dioceses of the kingdom? Is it possible for us to get reinforcements?"
A young bishop stood up, his eyes were full of fatigue, but there was always a trace of unyielding light hidden deep in them.
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When Lantimart Cathedral still existed, the population of Loch Modan at its peak was over 400,000. But now, half of the people have died on the city walls in order to protect their homes.
Many of them have just advanced to become extraordinary people, and a large number are just ordinary people.
The death rate of the church's crusaders was even higher, close to 70%.
If the high-intensity war continues, the entire city will probably be empty within a few months.
Scott looked at the young man and sighed.
The other party's name is Soren Barov. He was promoted to silver three years ago. After continuous bloody battles, he has even touched the threshold of level five. He has become one of the most powerful people in the city.
If the Holy See still existed, such an outstanding person should be able to become a cardinal and archbishop, but now he is trapped in an isolated city.
He lamented the trick of fate in his heart and slowly said:
“The situation in the eastern and southern dioceses of the kingdom is better than ours, but the situation in other regions is similar to ours, with several dioceses already fallen.
As for reinforcements, let me ask you, if you were the archbishop of a diocese, and the minions of the evil god were wreaking havoc, would you be willing to send troops to support friendly forces who asked for help?"
"I"
Soran opened his mouth and finally smiled bitterly: "Put yourself in my shoes. I probably wouldn't send out any reinforcements."
He paused, and continued, "That is to say, we cannot get any reinforcements now, and can only rely on our own strength to survive?"
He looked at the Archbishop, but seemed to be asking the question to himself.
"Yes, we can only rely on ourselves."
Scott raised his voice and stood up again: "Everyone, the theme of today's meeting is how to save ourselves. Everyone should talk about all the ways you can think of. By colliding our ideas, we may be able to find a way out."
If he couldn't find a glimmer of hope, he would not choose to leave, but decided to die for the city he had guarded for forty years.
He is old and doesn't have much time left to live. Being able to offer his final loyalty to the church is a worthy death.
The pastors began to discuss and express their opinions. This concerned the survival of everyone and no one was unconcerned.
"If we send troops to cooperate in mining the area, we should be able to get a lot of ore."
"That's hard to say. Who knows if the Kobolds will retreat to the mining area?"
"Our situation is not good, and the nearby parishes must be in trouble too. If we contact a parish with intact strength, the two parishes can merge into one and keep each other warm."
“It is easy to say that we should unite, but it is too difficult to implement in practice. If we want to relocate people now, it is not feasible to do so by land.
Not to mention the ogres, even the monsters and evil spirits at night can cause us heavy casualties.
But using airships to transport more than 100,000 people would take many days.
If the evil spirit's minions attack the city at this time, how should we deal with it?"
There are many opinions, but no relatively reliable solution has been found.
"I think we should not limit our sights to the kingdom alone."
Soran said in a loud voice. He stood up and looked around the room. Seeing that everyone's attention was drawn to him, he continued:
“A few days ago, when the situation in Loch Modan was extremely critical, the God of Light passed by here and helped us fight off the attack of the evil god’s minions.
Now, why not ask for help from the Ming Cult?"
The news of the establishment of the Ming Cult in Shattrath City has slowly spread, and when it reached here, it caused a huge sensation.
It was especially shocking when Luther Saxon said that the Lord of Fire had fallen.
Everyone envies those who live in Shattrath because they live in a place protected by the gods and are protected from countless disasters.
In this era of the resurgence of evil gods, safety is the most attractive advantage.
Someone immediately retorted: "Why would the Ming Cult help us? If we were followers of the God of Light, then there would be a slight possibility, but we are not."
Soran exhaled slowly and spoke slowly: "We can be."
One stone caused a thousand ripples and the whole room was in an uproar.
"It is undeniable that the God of Light rescued us from danger, but we cannot betray our faith in our Lord because of this."
"Oghma will always be our beacon. Blasphemers will be hanged. Be careful what you say!"
Soran ignored the discussion below and turned to look at the archbishop: "If we cannot hold out until the gods come, we don't need to be judged by our Lord, but the kobolds' clubs can judge us.
At the age of twelve, I joined the church's crusading army and started as a waiter. Twenty-five years have passed now.
My loyalty to my Lord is no less than that of others, and may even be more than that.
But if the gods have fallen, where should we go?
The quality of holy water continues to decline. Wake up, and let's not take chances.
Are we willing to sacrifice our all for our Lord and ask ordinary believers to burn their all like us?"
His words opened up a wound that no one wanted to touch, and in an instant, the atmosphere in the conference room became extremely depressing.
Everyone knew that what he said might be the best option, but no one spoke up to agree with him.
"Well," Scott coughed lightly and broke the silence:
“From a rational point of view, what Soran said is not wrong.
However, even if everyone changes their beliefs, I am afraid it will not solve the problems facing the city. The Ming Cult is unlikely to send a large force to support us. "
Soran whispered, "How can you know if you don't try?"
(End of this chapter)