The arrow was shot later but arrived first, accurately intercepting the three curse beams in mid-air!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The violent explosion blew a deep pit in the rotten ground, and the dark green cursed poisonous mist splashed everywhere, but the binding force failed to touch the team at all.
"What...?!" Only a hint of disbelief and horror flashed across the shaman's cloudy eyes.
The elven female archer clearly didn’t dare to take his magic head-on!
However, he couldn't help but be shocked.
The space seemed to be cut open in front of him!
Monica's figure appeared without warning, sticking to the shadow of his skinny back, so fast that it didn't even disturb the flow of air.
The speed granted by the extreme mutation allowed her attack to surpass the limits of sound and vision.
Phew!
The Shadow Poisoned Dagger pierced the Shaman's neck accurately without any hindrance, and instantly penetrated the larynx!
Warm, foul blood with a sweet, fishy smell and the scent of the abyss spurted out, splashing half of Monica's face wrapped in dark wings with a glaring scarlet.
The shaman's body shook violently, a "ho ho" sound of air leaked from his throat, his eyes bulged out, and the blood-stained bone staff in his hand slipped out of his hand weakly.
"quack……"
He used up his last bit of strength to squeeze out a hissing curse, and suddenly inserted his withered five fingers into his chest and abdomen, pulling hard!
The sticky blood in his heart that contained his life's cultivation and life essence was roughly sucked out by him. It squirmed like a living thing and was slammed hard by him into the core of the magic circle that was about to dim!
"Blood...God...Eternal..."
Before he finished speaking, his whole body quickly withered away like a shriveled skin bag. The moment his essence and blood merged into the magic circle, a dazzling evil light burst out!
The moment the sacrifice was completed, the fire of his life was completely extinguished, and his body collapsed to the ground like mud.
Buzz——!
A broken phantom of the Blood God, which still exuded an unparalleled ferocious aura, suddenly rose up in the evil light of the magic circle!
In an instant, the Hall of Rebirth was once again filled with the foul aura of the Blood God.
However, it seemed that because the orc shaman's runes had not been fully drawn this time, the phantom of the Blood God in front of him did not reach the legendary level in the Hall of Darkness.
He hovered in the air for a while, as if he had taken a look at the battlefield to make sure that what he wanted was there, and then he let out a few evil laughs.
Without any hesitation, like a pool of wriggling filthy blood mud, it pounced towards the orc warlord who was colliding violently with the oath defenders!
"roar--!!!"
The commander-in-chief's huge body twisted and expanded wildly the moment the Blood God's shadow merged with him!
He let out an inhuman roar of pain and rage.
Scarlet scales grew crazily on his body, overlapping and hardening, turning into bloody and hideous dark red bone armor.
The muscles were knotted and swollen, almost bursting the original body.
On the axe blade, the blood flame condensed into substance, emitting a terrifying high temperature that burned the soul, as well as a crushing aura at the level of laws.
That was a broken but real aura of divinity!
In terms of magic quality, it is already comparable to the Holy Light Guardian on the opposite side!
The Blood God's Fusion Body completely replaced the Orc Warlord. His single scarlet eye burned with a desire to destroy all living things. He ignored the serious injuries and once again slashed at the Oath Keeper, who was a mixture of light and darkness!
The violent energy shock wave exploded in all directions like a materialized tsunami!
"Go!" Mark roared, and the cross forearm shield burst out with an unprecedented blazing colorful black light, forcibly pushing away the energy turbulence.
The four members of the team rushed towards the central altar like arrows - the core where the pale skull was suspended!
Mark and the others now just feel fortunate that the colorful black light that was not afraid of holy light or darkness is actually just an ordinary magic power in front of the magic power blessed by divinity.
If either of the two warring parties wanted to kill them, they would surely die.
Turning the rock wall painted with murals, they could see the altar of the Hall of Rebirth.
Then, the scene on the altar made everyone feel a chill in their hearts.
The real [Pale Crown] hovers above the ancient altar base.
It indeed exudes a far richer, ancient, holy light than the false crown of the Hall of Darkness, and the pure white light is almost condensed into substance.
However, deep within that flawless light, strands of cold, dead black silk slowly swirled and tangled like living things.
Every time the light flows, it carries with it an indescribable sense of stagnation, as if carrying a long-standing illness.
What made Mark and the others even more nervous was the bottom of the skull!
Several twisted light chains are thicker and darker in color than the pseudo-crown light chains, between dark gold and turbid black.
Like a greedy blood vessel, it pierced deeply into the huge mural behind!
They were precisely nailed to the "heart" of the magnificent body of the God of Light in the mural!
The end of the light chain sank into the mural, as if absorbing some invisible and intangible existence.
With every slight pulse, the light of the skull crown would increase slightly imperceptibly.
The majestic face of the God of Light on the mural will become a little dim and faded in color and charm near the point where the light chain pierces!
And all this seems to have happened after the mural in the front hall was activated.
A heart-pounding, hungry breath mixed with divinity and blasphemy emanated from the connection between the skull crown and the mural light chain!
Monica's wine-red pupils shrank to the extreme in an instant. Her keen perception after the extreme mutation allowed her to feel the cold sucking sensation flowing in the light chain.
The skull crown is not a sacred object cast with the blessing of the gods.
At least, it shouldn't be a sacred object bestowed upon the Kingdom of Lumi by the gods under the Holy Light.
It is a strange and twisted magical weapon that feeds on the remaining will of the gods!
It is absorbing the remaining divine power in the mural to maintain and even feed itself!
"That crown is... consuming the power within the mural! It's using the mural to absorb divinity."
Her voice was filled with unprecedented solemnity and a hint of instinctive fear.
"Hmm~"
Xiao Mu seemed to agree with Monica's point of view. The three kinds of light on his body surface shrank as much as possible, as if instinctively resisting the distorted aura emitted by the skull crown.
Anna's bowstring was already stretched to a full moon, her emerald green pupils fixed on the skull crown, and the shadow bow in her hand had already condensed into shadow arrows, ready to shoot the skull crown to pieces at any time.
"This is an ominous thing! Brother Mark, destroy it!" She spoke in a hurried voice, having witnessed the miserable state of Osares in the Hall of Darkness.
Mark's feeling was a little different from theirs. He just felt that the cross necklace was burning hot.
Not only was the cross necklace urging him to take the crown as soon as possible, but even the magic power in his own body seemed to be craving for this seemingly ominous crown.
Enzo growled, and the black light of the rune forging hammer suddenly increased. "No matter if it's auspicious or not! Take it down first! Let's get out of here first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Enzo, who had turned into a lava giant, had his legs flexed with muscles. He kicked the ground hard, stone chips flew everywhere, and his solid body slammed into the altar like a cannonball!
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