"In the name of the Hidden Light, by the authority of the Silent Hour!"
"With the Seal of the Seven Unnameable Ones!"
"Let the crown of the North sink into the chalice of lead, and let the fangs of the East bite the umbilical cord of the shadow!"
"Let the weavers of the West spin the silver veil for the corpse, and let the evening star of the South extinguish the last candle!"
"Nantong, your true name will be wrapped in seven layers of black veil!"
Nan Tong was on the city wall at this time, single-handedly eliminating the archers and magicians who threatened the Holy Egyptian Alliance.
Then he turned his attention to a crossbow not far away, because he saw that the crossbow killed a giant elephant.
Just as he was gathering his magical power, he heard the sound of chanting coming from the ground.
Afterwards, he felt that the magic in his body seemed to dissipate in an instant and became difficult to concentrate.
“Haaaaaah!”
Then, he just shouted and fell behind the city wall.
But relying on his extraordinary control over magic, he slowly regained control of the magical energy in his body.
This prevented him from falling heavily to the ground, but instead caused him to float at a height of about two meters.
But around him, dozens of magicians holding the "Book of Sages" were slowly approaching him.
Nan Tong saw clearly that there was a cross pattern embroidered on the side of these magicians' robes.
These people are from the Rosicrucian Society, an organization within the Church of the Rose.
"If you have any tricks, just use them!"
“Drink!”
Nan Tong now began to concentrate and started to engage in a magical confrontation with the magicians who were chanting spells.
Of course, logically speaking, these magicians are no match for Nan Tong.
The key lies in the ritual they are performing now.
This is an astrological magic spell specifically used against powerful magicians. It can disrupt the magic power in the magician's body in order to achieve the purpose of controlling the opponent's magician.
"The first layer is the ashes of the monastery cellar!"
“The second level is the mercy behind the crucifixion!”
"The third level is the fire of the confessional!"
"The fourth level is the residue at the bottom of the holy oil bottle!"
"The fifth level is the braids cut off by the Saint of Thorns!"
"The sixth level is to suture the soldiers' wounds!"
"The seventh level is the eternal holy light of the church!"
"Seven layers of black veil, seven layers of seals!"
While listening to the strange words of the magicians, Nan Tong continued to fight against this strange formation.
"Seven seals?"
The first thing Nan Tong thought of was the seven angels of the Hebrew Empire.
He always felt that these sects might also be related to the angels and gods defeated by His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh.
But now he found that he had difficulty breaking free from the formation.
This formation will decompose all the magic power he just released from his body, making it impossible for him to use any magic.
But at the same time, Nan Tong could also feel that the more magic power he exerted, the more magic power the magicians around him would have to use to maintain the formation.
After realizing this, Nan Tong became more focused and began to control the magic power in his body.
He has already used more than half of his magic power, but this amount of magic power is enough to rival that of thousands of magicians.
Around Nan Tong, the magicians continued to chant spells.
“On the night when the stone statues wept, the iron thorns from the earth pierced the altar!
"The twelve faceless priests raised their left hands at the same time. This seal is..."
"Then you will achieve perfection!"
"Perfect! Poof!"
A magician with the weakest magic power suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood while chanting a spell.
He was unable to stop Nan Tong's power, so the power of the formation backfired on him.
"Such...such a powerful magical force!"
“This is… this is…”
"The Holy Pharaoh's...personal great magician..."
He pressed his chest, feeling as if it would explode in the next second.
And Nan Tong saw that it was effective, so he just continued to use his magical power.
At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in Nan Tong's sight.
Although he was far away, Nan Tong could recognize him at a glance.
That was Joshua, the lord of the fortress city, who insulted His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh.
"Ah! Isn't this the Great Moon Magician of Holy Egypt?"
"Nice to meet you!"
“It is such an honor for Joshua to be able to watch it up close!”
Joshua smiled evilly and looked at Nan Tong with a hint of amusement.
Seeing Nan Tong staring at him angrily, Joshua turned and acted terrified.
"Are you still angry?"
"I know that you are the personal magician of the Holy Pharaoh."
"Oh, wait, I should say, His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
"After all, you respect the dead person the most, don't you?"
When Nan Tong heard Joshua mention the name of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh again, his face began to become hideous and terrifying.
The magicians around him fell to the ground one after another, spitting blood from their mouths.
Several magicians even shouted out in fear.
"Quick! Get some more magicians to help!"
"There are fewer people casting spells, and the power we have to bear is..."
"Too! Too powerful!"
“I can’t hold on any longer!”
As fewer and fewer magicians remain, the load of magic their bodies have to bear becomes increasingly terrifying.
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