Chapter 556 Plan
So, the familiar thunder struck again, and everything seemed no different from before.
But this time, with the help of the perception of God's followers before their death, the priest suddenly discovered that the breath of the four people did not seem to dissipate, but went away.
How could the other party hide himself so well that even the secret realm’s self-defense system could cover it up?
This was definitely bad news. He sensed a disgusting aura from the other party. Letting these little mice run around in the secret realm would likely bring about unpredictable changes.
The priest regretted letting a few people in so easily. He no longer hesitated and immediately ordered all the pagans present to enter the secret realm and make sure to eliminate the few people who had just entered.
Although he could sense that the energy in the secret realm was like a candle in the wind, he was not prepared to wait any longer. Even if it meant huge losses, he had to get the Key of Revelation as soon as possible.
At the same time, he sensed the attacks from many descendants of nobles at the bottom of the tower and found that the situation was also not optimistic.
Although many people were attacked, there were still a lot of people left, and the participants of the temporary alliance were luxurious, including two princes and a princess of the royal family, as well as several descendants of several major families in the empire.
The combat effectiveness of these true princelings cannot be calculated simply by their professional level.
Maybe they would be reluctant to use them at normal times, but now it has obviously come to a life-and-death moment, and everyone is throwing away all kinds of high-level disposable magic items in their hands like they are free.
Moreover, everyone actually had disposable protective items bestowed by their family elders, similar to the rune stone that Alanis took out that sealed the Duke's ninth-level attack.
If an enemy is too strong, a ninth-level attack will soon hit you, and you will be seriously injured if not killed.
If it was before, the priest wouldn't care much about it. If one died, he could just pull out two more.
But now, his reserves of divine power had been severely depleted in the battle with the core secret realm, and he could no longer casually pull out a large number of followers to capture people everywhere as he did before.
Staring at the dark green flame in the center of the altar in front of him, the priest hesitated for a moment and finally made up his mind.
He raised his staff and emitted a series of strange and difficult notes from deep within his body.
It was a sound of multiple frequencies superimposed on each other, like the squeaking of sand scratching a blackboard, the rumbling of a millstone and a low gurgling sound mixed together.
As the voice fell, the stone door on the side of the hall suddenly opened, and a red-haired young man dressed as an aristocrat appeared from the stone door. He walked up to the altar with a fanatical look on his face and knelt in front of the dark green flame.
The flame jumped slightly, and an invisible and intangible breath emanated from the young man's body.
If Avis or any other high-level prophet were present, they would be able to clearly sense that it was the breath of the power of destiny.
But the young man seemed to be unaware of it, and just stared at the dancing green flame in front of him with a pious look on his face. However, deep in his eyes, he was already filled with deep fear.
After a moment, he made an astonishing move: he stretched out his hands and suddenly threw himself into the flames!
As if it had obtained some powerful fuel, the flame suddenly became brighter. At the same time, in the secret room of Count Grimaud's family outside, a life crystal ball that was originally bright suddenly shattered.
Seeing this, the guard was shocked and dared not hide it. He immediately reported the situation to Count Grimaud.
When the Earl was extremely shocked and angry upon hearing the bad news, a humanoid follower that was completely different from the previous ones walked out of the fire on the altar deep in the tower.
Previously, they had ambushed and captured a large number of noble explorers, not just for the purpose of framing them.
The extraordinary destiny of each of them is also a precious sacrifice and transformation material.
At this moment, facing the unstoppable temporary alliance, the priest had to consume some "poor quality" sacrifices in advance and transform them into special followers to resist the attack.
"Chas."
He looked at the priest in front of him, or rather the scepter in the priest's hand, in awe. This follower, whose body was a pitch-black clay humanoid and whose face had only a deformed big mouth, half-knelt on the ground and spoke out the name that he was born with.
An aura of power close to the ninth level emanated from his body which was burning with dark green flames.
With a slight nod, the priest repeated the same procedure, pulling in two more helpless sacrifices. Following the same process, he transformed two more followers whose auras were close to the ninth level.
The high level of divine power partially makes up for their lack of rule power, and an ordinary ninth-level attack can no longer kill them instantly.
After a moment's hesitation, the priest finally decided to place all three new followers under the tower to defeat and capture the people below as quickly as possible.
Previously, he had planned to slowly accumulate strength, and then use the sacrificial magic circle covering the entire city to catch all the explorers in one fell swoop. But now, due to the urgent time pressure, this method is no longer practical, and he can only fight quickly and decisively.
He himself needs to sit at the altar and coordinate the planning and command of the tower's ritual construction and defense against enemy invasion. He cannot leave easily and must arrange new followers.
As for the few little mice that ran into the secret realm, the priest still didn't care too much. In his opinion, the many pagans he sent to the secret realm were enough to eliminate them.
At this time, in the core secret realm, Avis and others were also caught in a great battle.
There was only a tiny bit of silver-white lightning left in the sky, and it had to be used to destroy the strange, almost magic-immune Old God followers. As for the large number of ordinary pagans, Avis and the others had to find ways to eliminate them.
Everyone was using all their means at this moment. Prince Lanno and several of his entourage took out their family fortune, a modular magic structure that was dozens of meters high.
After adding a special secret energy core and a large number of special alchemy modules, each attack it launches has the destructive power of an eighth-level range spell. Even Avis has a higher opinion of this technology.
Avis took out the three cursed plutonium dragons he had raised for a long time, as well as two eighth-level mithril golems obtained from the ruins of the sky city.
The source is easy to explain. After all, when the Sky City exploded, the treasures on it were scattered almost all over the continent.
The cursed plutonium dragons were previously kept as pets by Avis. They either ate or slept every day, and grew faster than unslaughtered pigs. Currently, the attack power of the largest one has reached the eighth level.
Now there was finally a chance to come out and play. The cursed dragon's breath, as hot as the sun, was spewing out everywhere, and the pagans wherever it came into contact were completely wiped out like an eraser.
The terrifying power also frightened Lan Nuo and others, and they secretly increased their level of attention to Avis.
At the same time, after listening to the specific information about the outside world described by Landon and others, Prince Lanno proposed a bold plan.
Since the priest was going to use up all the magic power in the secret realm, he might as well just play along and pretend that the power of the silver thunder had been exhausted. Then if the priest entered in person, he would use the last bit of silver thunder to give the priest a severe blow.
This sounds very tempting.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
