I saw Ma Long pressing the axe blade on the ground, and his body quickly retreated.

A scratch began to extend as Malone retreated.

As Malone retreated, the scratches grew longer and longer, gradually revealing a rounded arc.

Malone kept retreating, the arc getting longer and longer, and the outline of a circle became clear.

"Good ......" When Malone successfully connected the two ends of the circle seamlessly, everyone couldn't help but cheer.

For Ma Long's superb skills, but also for his hope of survival.

A normal person knows how difficult it is to draw a circle that big without tools.

And the same one-time molding, the same no one can find any defects, perfect!

After drawing the outer circle, Malone continued to draw the inner circle.

The protective altar is made up of two circles inside and outside plus a six-pointed star as the main body, plus 1,673 runes.

Malone completes the inner circle in the same way, and then draws two upside-down equilateral triangles, and the main body of the altar is completed.

Now it's up to Marlon and Illya's cooperation.

After all, there is no definite formula for more than a thousand runes, and it is impossible to explain clearly in one breath like a circle or a triangle.

Obviously, everyone also understands the next problem, and their faces change.

The Bishop of Nordington said with a straight face: "The temple has a concentric technique, which can let the other party know what he thinks after being used on two people, but ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the Earl of Edin, "Then use it quickly, what do you care about when people are dying?" The tone was urgent, and it seemed that he would be able to live, but there was another situation, and things were full of twists and turns, and if it continued like this, would it be too late?

The Bishop of Nordington was a little entangled and said, "Well, that's the only way!" The tone was helpless, and it was obvious that using this magic technique was a bit of a hindrance to the temple or to him personally.

Turning his head to Ma Long, he said: "At first, I didn't really believe in your ability, after all, you were too young to be convincing, but now, you have won my trust, and I will perform magic for you and Illya." Then he turned his head and said, "Elija......"

"I understand, Bishop, it's me who didn't do a good job, let's get started!" Elijah spoke abruptly, but she was also organized, not like when she was talking to Marlon.

Is it really afraid of life!

"Then I'll start, you two stand facing each other, relax and don't resist."

The two of them stood opposite each other, only an arm's length apart, and they could even hear each other's breathing.

Illya's face was slightly red, and she was very shy. Ma Long's ghost made the god think of the scene of marriage in his previous life. Somewhat in a daze.

As the incantation in the bishop's mouth was chanted, the foreheads of the two of them glowed slightly, and the light became more and more intense, but it was not dazzling.

The Bishop of Nordington reached out and pulled a ray of light from the light on each of their foreheads.

Tie it in a knot, let it go, and the light disappears.

Ma Long has a strange feeling, a line of silk connects the thoughts of the two, as long as he wants, he can pass on his thoughts to each other.

It's the same when I think Iria's side. This thing seems to be more advanced than a mobile phone, I don't know if the requirements are high?

Before he had time to feel the magic of the spell, Malone passed on the idea of "beginning".

In the middle of breathing, there was information about the runes coming from there.

The style, size, and position of the inscriptions are clear.

Marlon dropped the axe, replaced it with a dagger, and immediately began to inscribe runes.

Although axes can also be used, this kind of detail is still easier to use with daggers.

Marlon held a dagger in his hand, crouched on the ground, and inscribed them one by one according to the runes that came from Illya's mind.

Illya followed Marlon, and she had to keep her attention on the runes at all times, or the image in Malone's mind would disappear.

It's like Illya, holding a drawing and handing it to Malone, once she loses concentration, it is equivalent to taking the drawing back.

Malone doesn't have the ability to memorize drawings in a short period of time, even if his intelligence is twenty full.

……

With Ma Long's inscription, there were more and more runes on the ground, and the color of hope in everyone's eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Hurry up...... Hurry up ......"

I prayed in my heart, I hated to replace him with my body, and then I thought that I didn't have such ability, and I was deflated!

"The light curtain is closed!"

"Oh my God! Is the circle formed? ”

"Are you still going to die?"

"Quiet" Bishop of Nottington raised his right hand and shouted, "Don't disturb them, there is hope." ”

Listening to the bishop's words, the flame of hope was rekindled in the hearts of the people. From time to time, I took a look at Ma Long, and then looked at the closed canopy.

Now it is indeed a canopy, and as the last blank space closes, the entire light curtain becomes a buttoned bowl, tightly sealed.

……

"Ah......h

"What is this?"

"Help......

One after another, the screams came, the formation was really formed, and the killing began.

I saw that in the black and red light curtain around me, a blood mist floated out from time to time, and once it was touched by it, the flesh and blood immediately melted and turned into part of it.

The blood mist began to appear from all sides, spreading out in the middle, as if it was an invisible thing, the weapon could not be opened, and the armor could not resist it.

The troops guarding the four sides only retreated to the center, and the square in front of the council hall was also where Ma Long and the others were.

Seeing the increasingly grim situation and the soldiers running in a panic, the Earl of Edin ordered: "The knight guards the road and must not let others affect the construction of the altar." ”

"Templars guard the perimeter of the altar, and those who come close will kill ......!" The Bishop of Nottington ordered, and a single word could tell his mood.

"Hurry up...... Hurry up ......"

Everyone was looking at Ma Long, shouting in their hearts, this moment, this moment. Marlon is their savior.

There was only a little finishing left on the altar, and those who had status leaned over to this side, so that they could enter as soon as they were finished.

The blood mist became thicker and thicker, more and more, and the surrounding area kept howling, eroding everyone's hearts.

The knights couldn't stop the explosive soldiers, the crowd was pouring in endlessly, everyone was squeezing forward, and the knights were pushed back and forth.

"It's finally done" Marlon let out a long sigh and sat down on the ground, and the next thing was the temple.

Ma Long rubbed his head, the concentric technique is still not as good as a mobile phone, and it still needs energy to maintain.

Next to him, Pastor Elijah did the same, squatting on the ground with her head covered.

The appearance is cute, Marlon thinks of squirrels.

"Return of the Templars." The Bishop shouted.

One by one, the Knights of the Templars quickly arrived, each standing at a node.

"Quick, the others go in, be careful not to run into the knights." With the order, the crowd swarmed in.

The Bishop of Nordington chanted loudly, the priests followed in low voices, and the knights also spat out strange syllables.

A faint white light rose from the altar!

"It's safe" everyone's hearts are finally at peace!