Chapter 477: Vision
When chanting these spells, the Speaker did not use the common language, but an extremely ancient and strange language.
The sound was light and dreamy, like a feather gently falling on the soft snow, or like a soft whisper echoing from the deepest part of a dream.
But when the listeners can't help but want to explore its content further, it disappears without a trace like snowflakes falling into the palm of your hand.
This strange feeling did not come from the content of the spell he chanted, but seemed to be related to his tone, or the organs in his body used to produce sound.
As the Speaker began to chant the prayer, the star figure beside him disappeared directly, and through a special secret method, he instantly left this place.
As the prayer continued, an indescribable aura gradually spread in the night sky centered on the ritual array.
The stars in the night sky suddenly became clearer and brighter, and were tinged with a faint dark yellow.
The strange music came from the dark space. It seemed very beautiful at first, but if listened to for a long time, it would make the listener fall into eternal sleep unconsciously.
The many ninth-level beings in the magic circle have gradually become silent after their previous fierce struggles, and their wills have sunk into the depths of an endless dark dream.
Also sinking were not only the numerous unfortunate ninth-order beings, but also the consciousness of the millions of network users in the partial constructed network controlled by the Speaker.
In the Internet, countless people's wills fell into a deeper dream without realizing it. Everything in the originally illusory Internet world began to become weird and absurd, but they were immersed in the dream and were unaware of it.
In the web of fate, the threads of fate of half of the network connectors sacrificed by the Speaker were all stained with an ominous dark yellow, in sharp contrast to the ice-blue area controlled by Avis.
And, as time goes by, more ice blue areas begin to be gradually stained by dark yellow.
At this moment, the abnormality in the sky was finally noticed by the many ninth-level cultivators below.
"Something is wrong, what is that!?"
Gazing at the strange sight in the night sky, a ninth-rank cultivator spoke with some confusion and vigilance.
"…That's a foreign object! He is calling out to a foreign object that doesn't belong to this world!"
When he heard the eerie and hollow music coming from the deep night sky, Mark, the Crown of Thorns, shuddered from head to toe.
When sensing that familiar ancient and cold breath, Mark's eyes flashed with disbelief. Then, this emotion instantly turned into a mixture of anger and fear.
"How dare he?!"
Mark was naturally very familiar with the smell of foreign objects recorded in the doctrine. Moreover, as one of the seven bishops of the Holy Light Church, he knew more secrets.
In this world, there are many extremely ancient and powerful terrifying beings. They existed long before human civilization and even this world appeared, and they will continue to exist.
Maelim, the Lord of Dreams, is one of them. He is considered to be an alien god who rules the dream world and controls the power of dreams. His main body is sleeping in the dark fog deep in the deep space and star sea, continuing an eternal and absurd dream.
A very small number of foreign cults worship him as an idol, and he once personally led a team to destroy an evil summoning ritual performed by a cult.
They did obtain some strange power, which could make the professional's consciousness fall into trance and sleep. But under his divine words, even their high priests were still vulnerable.
But today, Mark suddenly realized that the esoteric summoning rituals he had destroyed before seemed so amateurish and ridiculous compared to this one tonight.
Double-digit ninth-order beings, millions of federal creatures! Such a move made him feel frightened.
As the strange phenomenon in the sky continued, many ninth-order warriors on the ground began to realize that the situation was not good and prepared to flee the battlefield.
But by the time they realized it, it was too late.
Soon, the consciousness of many ninth-level masters also began to blur and they fell into a deep sleep. Only a few ninth-level masters took advantage of the fact that the phenomenon had just appeared and the impact was not too strong to use life-saving secrets to escape.
Except for Archbishop [Crown of Thorns] Mark.
"Ancient foreign objects from outside brought chaotic darkness, and that darkness devoured the people."
"People call upon God in despair, and God comes with supreme light, driving away darkness and foreign objects—"
After experiencing the initial fear, the look in Mark's eyes turned determined.
Silently reciting the first verse of the first chapter of the holy scripture, the bishop pressed the circular holy emblem of light on his chest with his right hand, and took out another holy crystal with his left hand and held it in his palm, struggling to resist the invasion of the dormant power.
At the same time, as he chanted, light emerged from nothingness and shone on his body, making his figure appear somewhat holy and out of place compared to the strange surroundings.
"God said, when light comes, darkness shall not remain in the world!"
When he recited the divine text, he suddenly crushed the holy crystal in his hand. At the same time, a holy white light flowed out from the hole in the center of the holy emblem on his chest.
That is God's favor, and it is a God's favor that is unique to the level of the seven bishops. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as God's presence.
As the light flowed, the bishop's body was gradually infected and transformed into a human figure made of pure light.
And from the broken holy crystal, there was a holy power that was enough to form a limit-breaking attack, which completely surrounded the bishop and raised his strength to a new height in a very short time.
After doing all this, the bishop resolutely rushed towards the huge sun in the sky, wanting to interrupt the ceremony at the last moment.
"What a sad existence it is to be bound by a devout but illusory faith."
In the huge defensive formation, the Speaker who was presiding over the ceremony looked indifferently at the luminous figure rushing towards him from below, not caring at all.
Under the Speaker's gaze, the light rushed into the range of the defensive formation, gradually approaching him, but its power was also constantly weakening.
Finally, when most of the external network defense force was consumed by him, the bishop's figure dimmed and he powerlessly restored his original flesh and blood body.
After looking at the Speaker unwillingly from the last bit of distance, he fell down and also fell into a deep sleep.
Of course, his self-sacrificing effort was not completely in vain.
Due to the influence of Maelim's power, many network connectors who have fallen into deep sleep can no longer provide power replenishment for the defense array.
The power of the magic circle consumed by the bishop has not been restored.
However, the Speaker did not care about this.
Although the power of the defensive array had been almost exhausted, at this point, no one could threaten the operation of the ritual.
"Um?"
But at this moment, he suddenly noticed something wrong.
When the bishop's body finally fell, another black-robed figure who was still awake finally appeared among the many ninth-order people.
Controlling his clone to slowly float up, Avis' figure seemed extremely abrupt among the many motionless ninth-level figures.
When the strange melody from the night sky sounded, the old secret scripture hanging around the waist of the distant Avis suddenly floated up by itself, the pages opened, and the words on the surface emitted a strong faint light.
Whether it was the part of the construct network controlled by Avis, or the clone located in the distant battlefield, all extensions of Avis's power were shrouded in a faint dark green at this moment.
With the help of the spontaneous power of the old secret scriptures, Anvis's will was immune to the interference of Maelim's breath and did not fall into a deep sleep.
However, this time, facing Maelim's dream power, the Old Secret Book showed its difficulty for the first time.
The dark green light on the thick cover flickered, trying hard to suppress the dark yellow infiltration, but it could only maintain a state of equal strength.
"… is it you?"
Sensing the power of the old secret scriptures in Avis, the Speaker was finally moved.
"It's a small world, isn't it, dear Lord Farr."
Slowly taking off the mask, Avis bowed with a smile.
(End of this chapter)
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