According to the strict power system of the wizarding world, these gods and goddesses simply cannot reach the 4th level. The bloodline aura displayed by their body is not only weak, but can also be called extremely weak.

The three sorcerers were barely able to reach the level of a Tier 1 wizard, while the other five Church Knights were only on par with a Tier 2 alchemist wizard. With such a weak force as their body, it stands to reason that they are looking for death when they come to this heterotopic battlefield.

But with their sincere prayers, and then with the help of special props in their hands, they actually summoned a brilliant aura of magic out of thin air. These divine aura fell on them, layer upon layer, perfectly fused together, and also pushed the energy aura on their bodies layer by layer.

Before blessing the aura of divine magic, these god believers were simply a bunch of 'broilers'. But after blessing the aura, they were fierce and their momentum skyrocketed, even if they were besieged by hundreds or thousands of middle and high-level necromancers, they were not afraid at all.

The five Church Knights were covered with a dazzling aura of divine magic, scattered around the periphery, forming a loose defensive circle, wielding the same glittering standard swords to slash down the necromancers who surged in front of them to the ground.

Behind them, two clergymen in exquisite and ornate robes held sacred texts in their hands, and joined hands to hold up a sacred barrier that enveloped a range of several hundred meters. All the necromantic spirits that poured into the sacred enchantment would glow with a glittering white light on their bodies, and then the entire necromantic spirit would begin to emit a terrifying corrosive sound as if they had been soaked in high-purity holy water.

The so-called necromancy is actually the corpse left behind by the death of intelligent beings, and they have been regained by the effect of strange magic. Most of them have lost their minds, leaving only a modicum of killing instinct and are under the power of evil spellcasters.

Therefore, the vast majority of necromancy spells are condensed with negative energy as the core.

And when the negative energy soaked in the corpses of the necromancers was neutralized by the pure positive energy in the sacred enchantment, the condensed evil core naturally collapsed silently.

As soon as those mid- and low-level necromancers stepped into the Divine Enchantment, they fell to the ground like a piece of rotten wood, and their entire rotten and withered bodies quickly turned into a pool of fishy black water, and then quickly melted away. Only the high-level necromancers can resist the 'purification' of divine energy by virtue of carrion as tough as kraft paper or as rich as substance death.

As one of the Seven Kings of the Bone Plane, the Lich Congnus could not have only this power in the Necromantic Legion it brought out.

At the rear of the Necronomicon Legion, there stood a huge skeleton troll, humanoid, more than twenty meters high, with no flesh and blood around it, all made of strange bones connected by dark and deep bones.

The back of the bone troll is strangely raised with a small platform of bones, on which sits a throne of bones made up of countless skulls.

And the lich Conganus sat on it peacefully, tapping the armrest with one hand and supporting his chin with the other, watching the bloody battle in front of him boredly.

On the side of the bone troll, five corpse witches wearing human skin robes, white bone crowns, and white bone staff in their hands gathered together, occupying several core nodes of the pentagram array, and were continuously summoning more and more powerful necromantic henchmen from the bone plane.

Congenus didn't look at the five holy knights and the two archbishops on the other side, the only thing it was afraid of was the young man who was hiding behind a few people, holding the holy book of wisdom in his hand, and constantly flipping through it.

His appearance was not outstanding, and his body was not strong enough, but his body was filled with golden holy light as thick as armor. Where these golden holy lights shine, all evil and filth are swept away, and there is a divine and pure power that spreads between heaven and earth.

And as the pages of the Wisdom Sacred Book turned rapidly, the golden light around several people became thicker and thicker. In the swirling light, there seemed to be countless little angels with wings flying and coiling, singing the highest and most holy hymns in a cheerful tone.

And within the range of the holy light, no evil can remain, and it will melt away as quickly as the remnants of snow in the bright sun.

Even from a distance of several miles, Grim's eyes, hidden in the shadows, were fixed on the holy book of wisdom that was held tightly in the hands of the young man. He could see very clearly that the light emitted by the Wisdom Tome was impregnated with wisps of strange law power that did not belong to the Morian plane.

Under the suppression of Morion's plane consciousness, it can also extend the power of extraterritorial laws, such treasures and strange things can be done by no other item except for 'artifacts'!

"Drop, an alien power aura detected...... It is analyzed as a branch of the belief system...... According to the attributes of strength and strength, it is preliminarily judged to be a token of the god of wisdom......"

"Token Form: Book ......"

"Token Attributes: Knowledge System ......"

"Token Tier: Tier 5 (Artifact)"

"Token Use: Wisdom Enlightens ......"

"Token Description: This item records the insights and opinions of a god of wisdom on planes, space, knowledge, and power......"

Due to the fact that the Wisdom Sacred Book is wrapped in a powerful divine force, there is not much information that the chip can remotely detect and feed. However, judging from the other party's overflowing power attributes, this is definitely a rare knowledge-based powerful artifact.

In other words, the young man with blond hair and blue eyes and a straight nose was most likely an important believer in some heterogeneous god of wisdom, and it was not even ruled out that the son of the god or the doppelganger of the god could not be ruled out. Otherwise, the god would not have put such a valuable artifact in his hands and let him take it into the Otherworld.

"God of Wisdom?" Grim muttered to himself.

The god of wisdom is also known as the god of knowledge in many planes, and such a god is not loved by the majority of warriors because he does not have many combat skills. Therefore, the birth of the god of wisdom was particularly difficult and slow compared to other gods.

Even many of the gods of wisdom who are still growing will become the target of other evil gods or demigods due to their weak fighting ability.

It is the influence of these factors that has led to the fact that there are only a handful of well-known gods of wisdom in the world of gods, and the power of the godhead is mostly limited to the 5th and 6th orders, and there are almost no gods of wisdom above the 6th order.

Grim licked his lips.

If it was replaced by another artifact, perhaps considering the difficulty of obtaining it, he would simply give up!

After all, most artifacts have extremely harsh conditions for use, and even if they are captured, they are difficult to control.

But what appeared in front of him at this moment was the artifact of the God of Wisdom, a powerful power that could be harnessed and used by anyone who was a spellcaster!

The lich Congurnus, though ugly, was also a true spellcaster.

It is no wonder that it gave up its other prey, and was bent on dealing with this group of believers of the God of Wisdom who had eaten the bearheart leopard and dared to come to the Morian plane, and even did not hesitate to pull the necromantic legion of the bone plane over for this reason.

However, the Lich Kangnus's battle against the Cultists of Wisdom did not go well.

After all, the god of wisdom also belongs to the god of order, and possesses powerful divine power in its purest and purest form. In terms of strength attributes, it is quite restrained by necromancy.

Moreover, since that god was willing to give the artifact away, he would inevitably leave some divine power imprints on it. Once the holder dies and the artifact changes hands, all it takes is to induce the divine power imprint on it, and no matter where the artifact is located, a direct channel to the kingdom of God will be opened to redirect the artifact and the believer's soul back.

And the only thing that can interrupt this process is another 'artifact' or another god!

It is precisely because of such a harsh difficulty of obtaining that not many guys dare to risk the majesty of a god and make such a crazy move.

However, this certainly does not include Grim.

Almost instantly, Grim drew up a simple and feasible plan of action, and quietly contacted a few 'old friends'!

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"Mistress Mitzel, that evil lich is too tough! look...... Shall we avoid it in a different direction?"

After an hour of long slaughter, although a large number of evil necromancers were slaughtered, the necromantic legions surrounding them still did not decrease. Even, with the continuous operation of the necromantic circle, more and more powerful individuals appeared in the necromantic legion.

The 1st order of the Black Warrior is nothing, it is the 2nd order vampire and the 3rd order of the Necromantic Knight, they have also purified a lot. In addition to this, there are a large number of ghouls, abominations, and undead ghosts.

Although their strength is not worth mentioning, if there are many of them, they are extremely tired to purify!

Therefore, seeing that the necromancy on his side was still black and oppressive, and the number did not show any attenuation, Antonio, one of the two archbishops who personally protected Mitzel, finally couldn't help but speak.

The young man who had been bowing his head and silently flipping through the holy scriptures of wisdom finally raised his head.

"Everyone's tired, let's take a different route, but be careful, the lich won't let us go easily. And...... Just now, the holy scriptures reminded me that there is a new enemy targeting us, and I am afraid that something will happen in a while!"

The young man, Mitzel, had short, blonde hair with slightly curly hair, and his turquoise eyes shone with calm and wisdom. Although he was surrounded by many people, there was not the slightest fear on his face, not even a trace of sadness.

"New enemy, my lord, does the Holy Book indicate who the other enemy is?" the other archbishop, Rousseau, could not help but interject.

The young man smiled slightly.

"As you know, in this Morian plane ruled by an arcane master, it is also difficult to transmit my father's divine power. Therefore, the holy scriptures can only vaguely warn me of the appearance of new enemies, but it is difficult to suggest more specific and detailed information. Haha, if the Holy Scriptures can really do it, then God the Father will be transformed into the God of Prophecy!"

The two old archbishops did not find it funny about the young man's 'joke', and warned one after another: "My lord, you can't make such a joke again. Although what you are saying is a joke, it involves the order of the divine power of the great gods. Once it reaches the ears of those related gods, I am afraid that it will ......"

"Alright, alright...... This is an alien plane, do you really think that those gods are all little thieves who have nothing to do and listen to the foot of the wall everywhere?" Seeing the resolute looks of the two 'bodyguards', the young man could only shake his head and say: "Okay, I will listen to you, and I will not make such jokes in the future!"