The scene in the cellar was even more suffocating than Monica's previous description.
The vortex of piled-up white bones spun slowly, emitting a teeth-grinding grinding sound.
Dozens of townspeople, absorbed onto it, were like dried specimens, their life energy being forcibly extracted and transformed into pale white filaments of light that flowed into the pulsating core at the center.
The air was thick with the scent of despair and death.
"Attack!" Mark roared, instantly activating Holy Light Protection. A seven-colored light shield unfolded, enveloping the team and isolating them from some of the direct erosion of the foul aura.
Anna's eyes were sharp; without much aiming, she drew her bow to its fullest extent!
Her target was the life-transporting conduit connecting the townspeople to the core of filth—those pale white threads of life energy!
"Whoosh whoosh-!"
Dozens of arrows, imbued with shadow and the power of nature, were released with astonishing precision!
The rain of arrows instantly severed a large number of white life threads!
The townspeople whose bodies were forcibly extracted twitched violently, and a fleeting sense of relief seemed to pass through their empty eye sockets before they completely lost their life force.
The pulse at the core of the altar suddenly stopped, and the filthy light visibly dimmed!
"It's my turn!"
Enzo could no longer contain himself and let out a low roar like a cannonball being fired!
The black light on the rune-forged hammer surged, and the ancient runes seemed to come alive, exuding a savage aura that tore through space.
Ignoring the filth and corruption emanating from the altar, he aimed at the supporting base of the vortex of bones and slammed it down!
"BOOM—!!!"
A deafening roar echoed through the cellar!
The hard bones shattered like rotten wood under the dual erosion of brute force containing divine power and dark magic, with bone fragments and filthy energy flying everywhere!
The entire altar structure emitted a heart-palpitating groan and began to shake violently, the light at its central core flickering wildly, its foundation severely shaken!
Just then, something unexpected happened!
"Woo-woo-woo-!"
Three twisted figures suddenly leaped out from the shadows behind the altar.
From their clothing, one can still vaguely discern the outlines of priests from the Church of Holy Light, but their bodies have undergone horrifying deformities.
His skin looked as if it had been corroded by strong acid, flowing with thick, foul blood. His limbs twisted unnaturally, and he emitted inhuman screams that were a mixture of pain and madness.
A visibly foul sound wave, carrying a strong spiritual pollution power, surged forth from the mouths of the three "blood-tainted priests" like a tangible tide, instantly engulfing the entire cellar!
Mental scream!
Mark's pupils contracted, and almost instinctively he took a step forward, the cross necklace on his chest flashing slightly.
"May the Holy Light protect you!"
With a low shout, a condensed and solid seven-colored light shield instantly unfolded in front of him, like an insurmountable dam, firmly blocking the sweeping torrent of mental screams!
The foul sound waves struck the light shield, and some of them were strangely distorted and rebounded, rushing back towards the three priests, causing their howls to pause slightly.
However, the aftershocks of the mental shriek, like an all-pervasive poisonous fog, continued to assault the souls of the team members even beyond the edge of the light shield.
Monica let out a muffled groan, her body swaying slightly.
Anna's hand trembled slightly as she drew the bow.
Enzo's eyes turned bloodshot, his violent rage ignited by malice.
"Mmm—!"
Just as everyone was feeling disheartened, a clear and melodious cry rang out.
Little Mu floated up from Mark's shoulder, and three pairs of seven-colored wings, flowing with the radiance of darkness, holy light, necromancy, and starlight, suddenly opened fully!
The pure purifying power poured out like mercury, instantly forming a semi-transparent, seven-colored light shield that enveloped the team.
The foul mental shriek struck the light shield, melting it like ice and snow meeting boiling water, its effect greatly weakened!
Little M's Purification Barrier is so much better than Mark's Holy Light Protection!
With the pressure suddenly reduced, Monica's figure instantly transformed into a sharp arrow that disappeared into the shadows.
"Leave it to me!" Her voice was icy as it cut through the shadows, her target being one of the Bloodstained Priests whose movements had slowed slightly due to the recoil.
The Shadow Blade silently sliced across the priest's neck, splattering blood.
But at the moment of the assassination, Monica's appraisal spell swept across the priest's twisted body.
Muscle deformities, bone misalignments, the flow of tainted blood…
All the traces show an extremely natural process of decay!
They showed no signs of being forcibly modified by magic or rituals; it was as if they had naturally mutated into these monsters from the inside out!
This illusion of natural corruption set off alarm bells in her mind.
The three Bloodstained Priests were almost instantly killed by Mark's squad, which seemed to have thoroughly enraged the existence at the core of the altar.
"roar--!!!"
A roar filled with endless resentment and chaos suddenly erupted from the cellar!
The entire cellar space seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, and the thick, foul demonic energy surged and boiled!
The pulsating core at the center of the white bone altar suddenly erupted with a blinding, viscous black light!
The black light rapidly converged and shaped! A gigantic, twisted totem phantom composed of countless vortexes of tormented human faces suddenly appeared above the altar!
Black light flowed across its surface, emanating a suffocating, pseudo-divine pressure.
At the center of the phantom, a gigantic maw composed of countless tiny vortexes opened, emitting a soul-shaking roar, its voice filled with false majesty and chaotic malice:
"Desecrators! Feel the wrath of the sons of the abyss! I am a child born of the abyss! I will devour you!"
The true form of the Wild God has finally been revealed!
Faced with this terrifying pressure, Eileen, who had just stepped into the cellar, merely lazily raised her eyelids, her eyes filled with all-knowing mockery and disdain.
She didn't even take out her staff; she simply extended her right index finger and gently swiped it downwards at the distorted, roaring phantom of the human face totem.
"Playing tricks and deception."
These four simple words encapsulate the absolute control that the legendary mage of Star Moon has over the laws of space!
"Sizzle—!"
A piercing sound, like cloth being torn apart, echoed throughout the cellar!
The distorted space, boiling demonic energy, and even the oppressive feeling of the pseudo-divine realm surrounding the human-faced totem were all torn apart by Ellen's seemingly casual finger, as if tearing open a tattered canvas!
The newly formed pseudo-god domain collapsed instantly, the light of the human-faced totem flickered violently, and it let out a painful scream!
As a pseudo-god who was not yet fully formed, he seemed to be no match for Ellen, who had mastered the star orbits of many powerful beings.
The excruciating pain of the pseudo-divine realm being torn apart and the fear of being exposed drove the human-faced totem into utter madness!
"die!!!"
It let out a hysterical roar, unleashing all the corrupt divine power it had forcibly gathered when it was severely injured by Ellen.
Without any fancy moves, it transformed into a condensed, pitch-black beam of light, capable of corroding souls and space, carrying the momentum to destroy everything, and blasted straight at Mark, who was standing at the very front!
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