Chapter 267 Cersei takes action

"Get down!"

The yellow wind was dancing wildly, raising dust and thick fog over the plains, carrying the ringworm disease blessed by the disaster, and attacking the 'Fortress of the Dead', the headquarters of the Cult of Life. Wherever the wind of disaster passed, all things withered and decayed.

Pale white colonies grew out of corrupt wounds, and the whole world was infected with athlete's foot. The sour, dilapidated and eerie taste filled the Death Castle.

The fragrance spreads ten miles away, it is nothing more than this.

The Castle of the Dead was originally made of the bones of high-level saints and was supposed to be indestructible. However, even so, it could not withstand the disaster designed by Merlin himself. Even though the cult priests had ordered the outer city to be closed and the holy bone gate to be lowered, the sour gas still penetrated through the gaps in the door frame and could no longer be stopped.

Gas warfare, this is the most advanced gas warfare. Even in the history of wars in the Kingdom of Chaos, there has never been such an inhumane and unscrupulous battle.

"Kill me"

Ansu's virtual life 'Saint Face' has already pressed to the outer city of the Dead Skeleton Fortress. The six giant rotating fans are turned on at full power, blowing all the foot odor into the outer city without any dead angle. The life believers who are responsible for guarding the outer city of the fortress lie on the ground, covering their mouths and noses frantically, but they cannot escape the attack of the wind of disaster.

The priests also tried to blow the wind back, but they were not wind sorcerers after all, and the wind force was far less than the holy wind blown by the Saint's fan.

The loss of the outer city was a foregone conclusion, and no one could have imagined that An Su would use their methods to deal with them.

As the cult soldiers on the edge of the city fell down row after row, foaming at the mouth and fainting, even the audience outside the world couldn't bear to watch any more. Anzu's birth was too outrageous! After witnessing this extremely poisonous gas war, who would have thought that it was originally a "holy light" test? Is it considered holy light if everything is poisoned?

[Please believers of life hold on until dawn]

[One and a half hours until dawn]

The edge of the skyline was slightly lit, and the dim twilight gradually thinned. There was only an hour and a half left before dawn, but most of the life believers felt that they would not live to see today's sunrise.

High Priest Robs' face turned pale, and his mood became more and more complicated as he looked at the outer city that had completely fallen.

The Death Fortress can withstand the full force of a demigod, but it cannot withstand these pervasive gases.

If the yellow wind invaded the workshop of the cathedral and let His Majesty who was devouring the "lines of chaos" smell it, Archbishop Robles could not imagine his miserable end. At that time, he would rather be suffocated to death.

"The situation of the Life Church members is not optimistic."

Bishop Morgan frowned slightly. "If the disaster breaks through into the inner city of the fortress and eventually invades the life workshop that creates 'stitched life', hindering the life ritual, then no stitched life will be born in the future."

Ansu is a ridiculous kid. He was supposed to be a Paladin guarding the church and protecting the Saint of Dawn during the Dawn Ceremony. But how come he turned around and became a Life Cultist guarding the fortress and protecting the Saint of Life during the Life Ceremony? She stared at Merlin with amusement, "I didn't expect that you, an old man, would have this day. You are punished for your own sins."

Bishop Morgan rarely saw Merlin being humiliated, and he was in even better spirits.

"Oh."

But Merlin didn't have a look of loss or regret on his face. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a strange and mysterious smile, as if everything was within his expectations. "The disaster will not enter the interior of the temple."

"How is that possible?"

Bishop Morgan felt that Merlin was just being stubborn. She used her magic eye to look at the Castle of the Dead, but did not see any windproof magic circle, let alone a wind-extinguishing barrier. As long as the yellow wind blew gently, it would be able to drill in through the bone door.

Moreover, Ansu's Saint brand fan can rotate at all angles, and the direction of the wind can be controlled at will.

Ansu transformed into the Dawn Giant, looking calmly at the Castle of the Dead, waiting for the disaster wind to erode it and kill all the secret believers. He used his soul to give orders to several dead souls, asking them to adjust the angle and increase the wind power to the maximum, waiting to break into the inner city in one breath.

The roots of the wind-leaf grass all penetrated into the cheeks of the saint's face, sucking up most of her flesh and blood in one breath, leaving the latter with piles of white bones. Then, it gathered its greatest wind force, and the strong wind quickly gathered into a swift hurricane, rushing into the inner city and crushing towards the Life Workshop!

The secret believers were in despair. They could already imagine their miserable end and closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch any more. In the audience, the soft-hearted women and children even made the sign of the cross on their chests, hoping that the great Goddess of Light would bless the poor life believers.

When everyone gave up hope, Huang Feng suddenly stopped.

All the disasters, all the germs, all the athlete's foot, all stopped outside the workshop, unable to move forward any further, even though they were only one step away from the workshop of life, even though there were no obstacles in between, even so, the disasters could no longer move forward and stagnated out of thin air.

It was as if the air had stagnated.

There was an invisible wall blocking the narrow distance.

".?"

An Su in the distance blinked and was stunned.

He asked the saints to blow harder, but even though they blew the saints' eyes up and foamed at the mouth, they could not move forward even a single step.

Bishop Morgan stood up from her seat immediately. She was even more shocked than Ansu. She stared at the cathedral in disbelief, but did not see any alchemical magic circles, nor any wind-extinguishing magic, not even an ordinary magic barrier, and there was no trace of magic fluctuations.

But the wind of disaster really stopped just like that, it stopped for no reason!

This magical scene can only be described as a miracle. It violates any laws of physics or magic. It is a paradox that does not exist in reality. Only a miracle from the gods can describe such a scene! A small number of the audience burst into cheers, secretly thinking that the goddess of glory had really arrived.

"How did you do that?"

Bishop Morgan turned her head and looked at Merlin, her sun pupils bursting with light.

"Did they design a hidden alchemical magic circle? They were able to fool even a demigod like me. No, maybe it was some kind of law? A wind-extinguishing magic circle? Or did they use a wind-fixing magic tool?"

This Naraku world was designed by Merlin.

As the Bishop of Alchemy, her curiosity was completely overwhelmed. Merlin's alchemy could even deceive her. How advanced and rare must the alchemical circuit of this magic circle be?

"Hmph. Easy enough."

Merlin showed an unfathomable expression. He said calmly, with his hands behind his back, pretending to be an expert, "I didn't create any alchemy arrays. It would waste too much money."

Bishop Morgan's pupils shrank. Could it be that -

Merlin said with a strange expression, "Any complicated design will only make the essence dim. The so-called great way is simplicity, and there is nothing outside of it. This temple is the culmination of my design aesthetics. It cannot be allowed or removed. It seems to be hidden in the background, condensing the wind with air, and isolating everything from the outside world with invisible walls."

Merlin stood up, opened his arms, and the brightest light burst out from his pure white eyes, "Colorless and shapeless, invisible and soundless, this is the ultimate meaning of alchemy! Its name is--"

【Air Wall】

Damn it, this is a fucking air wall! ! An Su's mouth twitched fiercely, his face full of black lines.

He controlled the saint's face and blew the yellow wind at various angles, trying to get into the temple, but he just couldn't get in. It was obviously only one step away, but he was like a monkey jumping up and down in vain.

He never thought that Merlin the Thief was so advanced that he even created the legendary "air wall"! Opening the door to kill, the crazy knife monster, plus this heaven-defying air wall, Merlin the Thief with all three pieces is unstoppable. The three phases are combined into one, and the three phases return to their positions. It seems that no one can shake his position at the top of his birth.

"Ansu will never be able to break into the interior of the Cathedral of Life!" Merlin raised a wild smile, "Because I didn't even build the interior of the Cathedral of Life! I've already spent all the funds and materials!"

Bishop Morgan gasped. She had never expected that Merlin would talk to her about colorlessness and formlessness, formlessness and soundlessness, and the ultimate meaning of alchemical magic. But it turned out that you didn't do it at all! A model that didn't exist in the first place could never be entered.

The ultimate of alchemy is to do nothing, right? She stared at Merlin with a dark face. She had thought that Merlin had designed some ingenious magic circle to keep the disaster out, but it turned out to be a physical blockage.

Since Huang Feng cannot enter the temple, he cannot destroy the Life Workshop, and stitched life will still be born from the workshop continuously. An Su frowned slightly, his face did not look good. He never thought that Merlin had such a thing.

Anzu would never be able to penetrate the interior of the temple. This also had a great impact on his plan.

In one hour, dawn will come.

The princess's grand prayer ceremony will then be completely completed, directly ending the entire Naraku world and reaping all the stitched lives.

Ansu's original plan was to give all the stitched lives to Tuguang and destroy the Life Workshop before the princess's ritual was completed. This way, even if the princess completed the magic ritual, she would not get any points. Instead, she would help Ansu complete the second task, 'Protect the Saint of Dawn until the Dawn Ritual is completed.'

But now, Ansu's plan is in crisis. The Life Workshop cannot be destroyed and the Stitched Life cannot be eradicated.

If this continues, we can only adopt the second option.

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Unless it was absolutely necessary, Ansu did not want to confront the princess head-on; but what he could not believe was that Princess Cersei would have any good intentions towards him.

Both sides knew that the other side was a newborn.

There is only one hour left until dawn. According to the frequency of gaps created by Sutured Life, there will be at most one or two attacks. The priority is to get more points in these two attacks.

Ansu looked at the star screen.

[Task 3: Please eradicate and suture as many lives as possible]

[One hundred and twenty third-order stitched life forms and twenty fourth-order stitched life forms have been eliminated]

[Current score of Task 3: 5 points (out of 10)]

We must increase our efforts. Ansu has made up his mind. Since he cannot enter the temple, he will poison the life believers outside the temple first. The fans of the Saint Cards turned in the direction, blowing the yellow wind that had not yet dissipated into the other buildings of the Fortress of the Dead, such as towers, moats, etc. Yellow sand covered the sky, and the breath of disaster filled the Fortress of the Dead. The cult warriors pinched their necks, covered their mouths and noses, and fled in embarrassment crying for their parents.

The ringworm of disaster touched their skin, festered their bodies, corroded all their magical circuits, and finally killed their souls; the Death Castle was now worthy of its name, with corpses everywhere, and the rotting and decaying bodies of the secret cultists piled up into mountains, covered with white hair and stinking.

The esoteric cultist who had poisoned millions of people never dreamed that there would be a day when he would be killed by his own means.

By the time the last trace of yellow wind dissipated, most of the secret believers in the entire Death Castle had been poisoned to death by Ansu, and all the soldiers on the front line had fallen. The priests of life looked at the miserable scene below, wondering in their hearts how to report to Her Majesty the Witch.

[Current score: six points]

[Remaining time until dawn: 50 minutes]

[End of the second phase of the attack]

[The third phase of the attack will begin in twenty minutes]

The yellow wind dissipated, leaving the waning moon in the morning breeze. The moonlight had become quite dim, leaving only a light smear of white frost on the boundary between the mountains and the sky, and another warm circle of light fell on the plain in the east, which was a faint fish belly white, and the dawn was about to come.

Maintaining the form of the Dawn Giant and summoning so many undead, Ansu was a little tired, and his radiance was insufficient, with only about 20 mana points left. He temporarily collected the Dawn Giant and returned to his original body, intending to return to the Dawn Church to replenish his mana. The Dawn Giant suddenly disappeared, and Luo Xiaohei, who was sitting on his shoulder, fell from the sky and hit the ground with a thud. She touched her sore cat butt and stared at Ansu with complaints.

"I need to rest for a while." An Su said to her, his eyes slightly tired, "to restore my magic power and replenish my holy light."

The spring is right next to us, which is very convenient. We need enough magic power and holy light to summon more undead and continue the next attack.

Luo Xiaohei wagged his tail in dissatisfaction, and angrily jumped onto Ansu's shoulder, thinking to himself, "If you die in the future, this saint will never push you back . " Ansu turned around, walked towards the door of the Dawn Church, and gently pushed the door . It wouldn't move.

It was as if there was a barrier between him and the interior of the temple.

This also has an air wall. No, this is not an air wall.

A faint layer of light flowed around the outside of the Dawn Church, blocking Ansu outside.

Cersei made this. She left a little gift for Anzu.

She didn't know when, maybe after killing the real Saint of Dawn and before cooperating with Ansu, she set up a hidden barrier outside the door of the Dawn Church. With the authority of the Saint of Dawn, she arranged a saint-level barrier to keep Ansu out.

"Mr. Anzu, I am currently in the middle of a prayer ceremony and cannot move. I cannot afford to be distracted for even a moment—"

'So please don't enter for now.'

'May the light of God be with you, Majesty the Morning Star.'

The voice left by Princess Cersei echoed in Anzu's heart.

Indeed, at the final moment of the Dawn Ceremony, one must concentrate all his attention and must not be disturbed, otherwise there will be backlash.

This holy light barrier was very strong. With Ansu's current magic power, he could not destroy it immediately. Ansu scoffed at what Cersei said. The princess's reasons seemed reasonable and high-sounding, but in fact they wanted to block Ansu outside the statue, preventing him from replenishing his magic power and consuming his spirit.

The more important purpose was prevention, which was to prevent Ansu from attacking the princess in the church. They did not trust each other, or rather, they trusted each other too much, and they both firmly believed that the person on the other side was a natural enemy.

"Meow! Meow!" Luo Xiaohei was pointing at An Su's shoulders. This Saint Lady said that this bitch cannot be trusted!

The little black cat stood up, put his hands on his waist, stepped on his shoulders, wagged his tail back and forth, and meowed all kinds of dirty words.

In Elf's opinion, Cersei is such a hypocritical woman. She talks about the dawn and the holy light, but in fact she is only pursuing her own selfish interests. This kind of order disguised as justice is the most annoying to the Saint of Chaos, and she even feels disgusted by it instinctively.

But she didn't notice that An Su didn't show any sign of loss or discouragement.

On the contrary, the fatigue in his eyes disappeared, his blue eyes sparkled with excitement, and a smile appeared on his lips. The real show finally began. He even felt relieved, because the most troublesome thing would be if the princess didn't cause trouble; An Su was always worried about her, and now that she finally caused trouble, An Su was relieved.

From the beginning, Ansu knew that his opponents in this room were not only Merlin's secret followers, but also the princess.

Otherwise, the room rules wouldn't say [Because the difficulty of this room is too low, teammates are set]! You were the first to start. Ansu smiled at the closed door in front of him, and his smile became more and more innocent. I was justifying myself.

The princess wasn't the only one who secretly left a small gift! (End of this chapter)