Chapter 266: Star Body: [Please believers of life hold on until dawn]
The dark night covered the plains, and the night wind blew past, and the dark black weeds fluttered in the wind like crow feathers. On the plain opposite the Dawn Church, called the Dead Plain, at the end of the gray-white hills, stood towers, castles, and fortresses made of bones, which were built by the priests of life in one night.
This fortress is strong and solid, without any weaknesses. It is made entirely of the holy bones of mid-level warlocks. It is much stronger than any steel barrier in the world. It cannot be broken by any physical firepower, and can even withstand a blow from a demigod.
It is Robbs's masterpiece of his life.
The legion of the Cult of Life is stationed in the Plains of the Dead. All corpse transport teams from all over the southern battlefield must pass through this fortress, which also ensures a steady supply of warlock corpses.
The Fortress of the Dead is the central station on the southern battlefield.
The High Priest of Life, Roberts, was now gazing at the church on the other side of the plain with a gloomy face. Her Majesty the Saint had already issued an order, requiring them to completely capture the Dawn Church before dawn tonight and present the head of the Saint of Dawn to Her Majesty.
Originally, this was a war of crushing victory with no difficulty at all. It couldn't even be called a war, it could only be called a massacre.
They are just a group of weak lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
In the first half of the night, the paladins in the castle outside the Dawn Cathedral had been almost slaughtered by the Stitched Creatures. As long as the magic barrier of the Dawn Cathedral was breached, the Stitched Creatures would march straight in and take the head of the Holy Light Maiden Maria.
But something strange happened at this moment. When the magic barrier was really broken, the first batch of stitched life entered as the vanguard, and then disappeared without a trace.
The life priests summoned the second and third batches of stitched lives in defiance of the evil, but this time the result was even more bizarre. The screams of monsters were heard in the Dawn Church, and they were so miserable and sad that the life priests could hear them from a long distance away.
Outrageous.
Is there some kind of esoteric execution platform in the Dawn Church? Several life sorcerers who are particularly good at using torture all showed expressions of self-pity. Even they could not achieve such a level. They could make the stitched life scream so sadly and rhythmically. It can already be called the level of art.
The life priests even began to wonder if they had accidentally hit friendly forces.
Or accidentally broke into the lair of some evil god.
The next scene further verified Robs's guess. An incomparably huge giant, whose body was made up of twisted and strange light, stood on the plain.
Although they were separated by a vast field, just looking at His face made even High Priest Robs feel his eyes hurt, not to mention those low-level life believers.
Now it is certain that the evil god's lair is opposite.
But the order from Her Majesty the Saint was absolute. They had to capture the Church of Dawn before dawn, and no one could go against the will of the Blue Witch - otherwise, when she took action personally, it would not just be the followers of Glory who would die.
Even if the Glorious Saints were bluffing, cheating, or really trying to kill the evil god, they had to bite the bullet and kill Maria in order to survive.
Then, they could only violate the signed "Poison Gas Control Act" and use the deadly weapon bestowed by the gods in the future.
This is the crystallization of the extreme reproduction of the long river of life, and it is a great creation that does not belong to this era.
The land that was trampled by that being would be barren for thirty years. Even if the opponent was an evil god, he would be smoked away! Moreover, how could the opponent be an evil god? At most, he was just a bluffing paladin.
I, Robus, had the advantage and made the decision, ordering my subordinates to release the two beings.
As the Mother of Two Toes revived from the corpses, under the guidance of the undead magic, she stomped on the earth. A torrential yellow wind overflowed from the gaps between her feet. All the believers beside her fell down with foam at the mouth. Fortunately, the Mother of Two Toes did not stay in the corpse field. They crushed towards the Church of Dawn.
As long as the yellow wind erodes into the interior of the church, victory will belong to life!
High Priest Robs had a wild smile on his face.
He looked jokingly at the useless Dawn Giant in the distance. The Cult of Life has the most advanced undead technology in all of Naraku and the most powerful undead army. What can you, a saint, use to fight me?
"Resurrection, my army of leather suit men."
From a distance, the High Priest of Life couldn't hear clearly what the Dawn Giant said.
But when his pupils shrank, he saw countless chaotic rays of light overflowing from the giant's eyes and spreading in all directions.
At the same time, Robs felt the unusual movement of the River of Life, and the undead were gathering towards the Dawn Church.
"." Robs' face was filled with horror. The other side also knew necromancy? And used holy light as the medium for casting spells? Merlin also watched the endless holy light overflow from Ansu's body, eventually converging into a sea, and pouring all into the bodies of those dead bodies. Accompanied by waves of strange spasms and twitches, the monster corpses slowly opened their eyes.
Even Merlin didn't expect that this little one was born with the undead magic of holy light. Is magic also hybridized? But it doesn't matter, athlete's foot is invincible. Even if the undead are not afraid of athlete's foot, you, Ansu, will still be affected. Merlin sneered. As long as the athlete's foot swept into the Dawn Church, Ansu would be dead.
Moreover, as the God of Law, Merlin was absolutely confident that there was absolutely no antidote for the disaster he carefully cultivated, and there was no genius in the world who could break his disaster! Facts have proved that Merlin was right, but he was still too optimistic.
Ansu poured all the radiation into the monster's corpse, and under the guidance of the resurrection of the dead, the first batch of enemy undead entered the new suit. The effect of the resurrection of the dead is that the souls who have strong feelings for the caster can temporarily return to the world from the long river of life, and Ansu has lived so long, and the people who have the deepest feelings for him are all enemies.
The first guest was named Sergeant Sharp. He died in the identity verification battle at the Painful Cadre School due to the border specialty of fireball, water ball and ice ball.
He led the souls of his pain squad members, the first batch to get into the leather suits made by Anzu.
The prototype of this leather suit comes from the 'Stitched Human Face', which is a giant human face made up of several human cheeks; each one is as big as a small house. Under Ansu's command, the dead stitched human faces raised their cheeks again.
The prototype was just a third-level stitched human face. How could it possibly deal with the Mother of Toes? Merlin had a disdainful smile on his face, but the next second, his smile froze on his cheek.
Merlin saw that a giant magic plant was planted on each of the stitched faces.
The giant magic plant, watered by the blood of the saint and irradiated by huge amounts of radiation, has three huge dark brown leaves that look like the wings of a magic eagle. Those leaves spread out in all directions, standing straight, and in the middle of the leaves is a cold, white and strange face.
These faces are the faces of the dead when they were alive.
【Saint Woman's Face】
[Rank: Level 3]
[Attributes: Wind, Undead]
[Feature 1: After being watered by the blood of the Saint and irradiated by the radiation, the wind element of the wind blade grass has been greatly enhanced. After being combined with the stitched human face, it has overcome the disadvantages of not being able to move freely and rotate. It can also replenish wind power by absorbing the flesh and blood of the stitched human face, achieving long-term endurance.]
[Feature 2: Controlled by the Painful Undead]
[Effect: Can blow holy wind in any direction for a long time, can drive away disasters]
This is a fucking spinning fan!
Still a fan of the Saint brand!
The druids all frowned. As a common druid magic species, the effect of Wind Leaf Grass is relatively limited. Although it can blow up strong winds, it can only be used once and has a fixed direction, which is very easy to dodge. It is not cost-effective to use Wind Leaf Grass in battle.
The most common application is commercial and civil use, where it is used to remove formaldehyde from large newly built buildings.
But with Ansu's adaptation, these problems were overcome and the effect was greatly improved. Although it looks a little scary.
This kid Ansu is indeed a druid genius.
However, why did this guy suddenly make a fan? Shouldn't the most urgent task be to prepare a magic potion that can control the disaster "ringworm"?
They thought for just a second before their eyes suddenly widened and they looked at the magic screen in disbelief.
Wait, a giant fan? All the undead of the Pain Squad got into the leather covers of the Saint Woman's Face. At Anzu's command, rows of Saint Woman's Faces lifted up and turned their heads to look at the thick fog of athlete's foot that was about to pass over the tower and the chapel.
Aiming at those "ringworms" floating in the yellow wind, blessed by disaster.
"Turn the fan to level three!" An Su gave the order.
The saint's face was adjusted to the third gear. The roots of the wind leaf grass pierced into the temples of the saint's face, absorbing blood and flesh as magic power. Sergeant Sharp and his men had their pupils rolled up and foamed at the mouth. In their hearts, they had hunted Ansu, the xylophone that did not exist tens of millions of times, but as undead, they could not resist Ansu's orders.
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Those huge blades began to rotate, very slowly at first, but as they absorbed flesh and blood, the speed became faster and faster, leaving behind only layer after layer of huge afterimages. The wind element was violently stirred by the magic power, and eventually formed two swift hurricanes, heading towards the tower and the chapel.
Go towards the overwhelming athlete's foot.
At this moment, everyone's expressions seemed to be frozen.
Priest Robs on the other side of the plain also noticed something was wrong. He found that the thick fog that had followed the Mother of Toes into the church had stopped moving forward and even began to move backwards.
And the yellow wind that brought disaster was also blown back! The person on the opposite side used the holy wind to blow back the athlete's foot!
No one could have expected that there would be such an evil way!
The wind speed at level three was so strong that it passed in a flash - but what's more, Ansu had more than one Saint brand fan. At this time, six fans were working at the same time, directly pushing the athlete's foot back.
The high priest turned around with a look of horror and shouted to the secret cult soldiers at the front, "Everyone take cover! Lie down!"
“Retreat quickly!!!”
Father Robles roared with all his strength and transmitted his voice to the distance, but it was too late for the Life Church members outside the church to retreat. They didn't even have time to realize what was happening before the yellow wind carrying athlete's foot blew towards them.
The God of Law is worthy of being the God of Law. The disasters he carefully developed are extremely effective and anyone who is hit by them will die.
The Life Cult members first felt a foul odor penetrate into their nasal cavities, which then ran rampant between their organs, causing everything they passed through to fester and rot. Then the same gas spread out from the festering areas, and finally all merged and penetrated into their internal organs. The lungs were the first to be infected with athlete's foot, which produced light white colonies, followed by the liver and kidneys. But the Life Cult members had no time to feel the pain inside their bodies. Before their bodies completely collapsed, their spirits had already died.
"Wuwuwu, kill me, kill me wuwuwu." They pinched their necks in pain, their eyes rolled up abnormally, their consciousness was blurred and confused, and they only took a shallow breath and forgot about the human world, as if they were walking in the Shura Road of hell. Athlete's foot is not only a magic attack, but also a soul attack.
Worse still, some people become mentally disturbed and completely broken, drooling stupidly, saying foolishly, deceiving themselves, "Hey, hey, this is actually the foot of a beautiful girl, shashasha, this is actually the foot of a beautiful girl."
Only through psychological perversion can one overcome physiological perversion! "I lick, I lick, s---ha----, I lick"
But all their self-comfort was just an illusion, and all their struggles were in vain. They all fell to the ground, their souls returned to death, and they fainted completely.
The yellow wind swept everything, and all living beings were lost in the vast yellow wind. All living beings were lost at the end of the disaster, unable to break free, unable to resist, and unable to walk out.
In the end, their bodies were completely taken over by the disaster "ringworm" from the inside out, becoming new sources of pollution and new disaster puppets. This was their final outcome.
Father Robles was in mixed emotions. In just a short moment, thirty frontline soldiers died.
But fortunately, the Death Castle was not eroded.
The range of those holy winds is limited, and they can only blow the disaster colonies out of the church. The Death Castle is separated from the Dawn Church by a plain, and it is a blessing in disguise that the base camp was not damaged.
Faced with the disasters created by the evil god, even Robs, the high priest of life, could not say that he could save his life, let alone those ordinary believers.
But the Druid priests who were watching knew that the Cult of Life was doomed this time.
The Saint's Face can last continuously and keep moving.
They are not demons, they are movable stitched life forms.
Ansu, who had turned into a Dawn Giant, slowly lowered his body, grabbed Sergeant Captain Sharp and other hybrid dead in his hands, and like throwing a shot put, he exerted force with his legs, pressed his center of gravity down, stretched his arms to the extreme, and with a sudden force, threw out one saint's face after another in the two directions of the tower and the chapel.
It hit the outer edge of the church and hit the disaster athlete's foot.
I kill you I kill you I kill you Although Sergeant Sharp is already dead and athlete's foot cannot affect them, they can still smell the smell.
It was an unimaginable, strong and sour taste that was indescribable and inexplicable.
Under Ansu's forced command, all the dead souls were forced to stand up and quickly moved towards the Castle of the Dead, step by step. The disastrous yellow wind also followed their movement and swallowed towards the Castle of the Dead.
Robs' face turned completely pale. Although the Death Fortress that he was so proud of was indestructible, it was not able to prevent athlete's foot!
If the opponent's birth really succeeds, all the secret believers in the city will be suffocated to death! An Su had an innocent smile on his face. Merlin's disaster was indeed invincible, so he didn't need to mix a potion to crack it. He could just copy it away.
Mysterious followers, I will eliminate you with your own foot odor.
The Dawn Giant smiled and looked at the Death Castle in the night, where the offense and defense had changed.
It's you who should guard the tower!
[There is still one and a half hours left until dawn]
[Please believers of life hold on until dawn]
(End of this chapter)