The bishop then began casting a spell, chanting incantations for several seconds, after which the powder on the ground was gathered into the air by an unknown force.
After a brief distortion within the magic circle, the powder in the air disappeared.
A blood-red portal opened, and looking into the portal, the shape of an altar could be vaguely seen in the distorted space.
The six chosen ones bowed and then stepped into the portal and disappeared.
After the last person disappeared, the portal ran out of energy and closed automatically, leaving only scorched marks on the ground.
The chosen ones were instantly teleported to the altar, and after their eyes adjusted to the darkness, they ran towards the battlefield.
At this time, the number of believers on the battlefield has been severely reduced, and now only about thirty remain.
Unlike the chaotic cultists who only charged in a frenzy, the police department, with its solid formation, steadily and surely defeated the cultists with fewer troops, slowly annihilating them on the battlefield.
After the numbers were finally evenly matched, Li Ya swung his sword and cut down the cultists in front of him before stretching his muscles.
Li Ya spotted the cult leader who was casting spells on the periphery. Li Ya wielded his broadsword and cleaved the cultist blocking his path in two before running towards the cult leader.
This spellcaster is getting in the way. If it weren't for their numerical advantage and the inability to spare manpower earlier, they would have prioritized killing him.
A motley crew, aside from struggling at first, posed almost no threat to the elite police guards after their numbers were drastically reduced.
It was about to turn into a one-sided massacre, but surprisingly, despite the heavy casualties, the cultists did not consider fleeing and continued their tenacious attack.
However, this did not affect the outcome at all; their tactics and combat strength were simply no match for the guards who had experienced two bloody battles.
The scales of victory are tipping in the favor of the Sheriff's Office, barring the arrival of the Chosen Ones.
After a few leaps, Li Ya rushed to the leader's side.
The leader knew Li Ya was coming, but he was under a spell, which greatly restricted his mobility.
Seeing the enemy's sword about to fall on him, he shouted, "Long live the Lord of Truth!"
It is his honor to die for the Lord, and he will soon meet God in person.
With a clang, the sword did not strike him but was blocked by a two-handed axe.
The leader snapped out of his astonishment, finished his spell, looked at the newcomer, and then his face lit up with joy: "Divine Envoy!"
"You all go and support them over there, I'll deal with him!" The chosen one, whom the leader addressed as the Divine Messenger, said to the other chosen ones behind him.
Upon closer inspection, his equipment was superior to that of the other chosen ones.
The divine messenger parted the broadsword, pointed his axe at Li Ya, and said, "Bring it on."
Li Ya had never suffered such an insult before, and he brandished his greatsword at the divine messenger.
The massive sword, as large as a door panel, whistled through the air, giving the impression of immense power.
If the blow lands squarely, even if the divine messenger survives by sheer luck, he will suffer internal injuries.
The divine messenger gripped his double-edged axe tightly and swung it upwards. The double-edged axe struck first, and the two giant weapons intertwined in mid-air.
Sparks flew as the weapons collided in mid-air, and the immense force caused both of them to stagger back several steps.
Li Ya trembled his numb hand as he looked at the divine messenger with increasing caution.
Since acquiring this blue-quality greatsword, few opponents in the city have been able to fight him head-on.
The divine messenger on the other side was also suffering, repeatedly opening and closing his palms to relieve the soreness in his hands.
Having been fortunate enough to receive the favor of the Lord of Truth and the power of divine selection, I have few enemies left who can match me.
"He's very strong." This thought arose in both of their minds at the same time.
The realization that they had met their match excited them. It was fantastic to find an opponent from whom they could give their all!
"Air Blade Slash"
The Chosen One swung his great axe horizontally, a red light flashing rapidly towards Li Ya from the blade, to see how he would handle this move.
"Well done, watch my assassination sword technique." Li Ya aimed at the direction of the qi blade, and when the qi blade was only two body lengths away from him, he unleashed a white sword qi from his blade.
The two different energies collided and exploded.
Li Ya held his broadsword upright in front of him to withstand the impact of the energy.
The chosen one, being farther away, was less affected and actively dragged his great axe toward Li Ya.
As it approached Li Ya, the large axe spun and cleaved towards him.
After Li Ya withstood the energy fluctuations, he saw the opponent attacking and hurriedly used his sword to block the giant axe.
After being struck by the axe, Li Ya stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.
After quickly getting up, Li Ya created distance, and his heavily armored opponent was outpaced and couldn't catch up with him.
A few seconds later, the two pounced on each other at the same time, it seemed that they were determined to settle their differences today.
Men's damn competitive spirit!
The giant soldiers clashed violently in the air, each impact thrilling and exhilarating.
While the two were locked in a fierce battle, the situation on the other side took a sharp turn for the worse.
The Chosen Ones, relying on their high health and armor, charged into the enemy ranks.
Caught off guard, the security personnel were hit by sledgehammers and clubs, suffering broken bones. One unfortunate person was struck in the head by a club and killed instantly.
This marks the first time that security personnel have been reduced in number.
The worst part is that the person who was killed was in the middle of the formation, which created a gap in the formation.
The Chosen Ones seized the opportunity and continued to wield their clubs, advancing into the breach in an attempt to divide the ranks of the security personnel.
Unlike the unarmored or lightly armored cultists, these chosen ones were all heavily armored, resembling human tanks with thick skin and tough flesh.
As the chosen one attempted to break through the formation, several of the guards struck the chosen one's armor. Except for a guard member wielding a one-handed axe who chopped off a corner of the armor, the other weapons only left a gap in the armor.
The initially disadvantaged believers managed to reverse their disadvantage after the arrival of the chosen ones.
Seeing that Captain Li Ya was entangled and that their side was already losing men, the vice-captain swung his bat to force back the cultists in front of him, pulled out a firework-shaped object from his lower back, and shouted, "Cover me!"
Seeing this, his teammates rushed forward and desperately stopped the cultists who tried to get close, so that he could perform his ritual in peace.
One of the chosen ones heard the voice and struck the obstructing security guard away with a hammer.
"Stop him! He needs to deliver a message!" the Chosen One cried urgently.
But the team members' sacrifice of their lives to stop them was enough; the chosen ones were ultimately a step too late.
In an instant, the vice-captain regained his usual agility and pulled the device rope sharply.
With a "whoosh," the signal flare rose slowly and then exploded in the sky.
The three bright red characters of "Tianxia Hui" were exceptionally eye-catching in mid-air!
Those who were still awake in the city watched the sudden appearance of fireworks with amusement and laughter.
However, the security personnel on night watch in the city looked grave when they saw the color of the signal, and immediately sent one of them to report to the city lord's mansion.
Red Alert!
It should only be used when the city is in imminent danger of falling!
Moments later, countless armed men began to emerge from their homes and gather together.
The young city lord, his face ashen, looked at the assembled soldiers below and waved his hand in the direction of the mass grave: "Let's go."
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