"It's too late!"

Serule's face was full of fear, "It's too late! ”

The sound of chanting echoed in my ears. Charles stood in front of the 'Nether's core' that glowed blue, under Mavis's guidance.

"Only the Grand Arcanist can create and manipulate the Netherenergy ......Core," Mervis said, "the Netherenergy Core is broken, and some of the magic circuits are out of order, which makes it extremely aggressive. ”

"Al, the former owner of the Bloody Space, although he never owned a floating city of his own, he understands the principle of the Nether core, and I have had the privilege of discussing this knowledge with him......"

As he spoke, Charles could sense that control of his body was gradually being lost, and this time Mavis went a little too far, and unilaterally took possession of his body without asking him.

In less than half a minute, Charles lost all control and could only watch as Mavis manipulated "him" and completely became a bystander.

Whoosh.

When he pressed the palm of his hand to the Netherenergy core, a burning smell penetrated into his nostrils, and Charles maintained the sensitivity of his facial features, and at this time he could deeply appreciate the excessive temperature contained in the Nether core. His soul was constantly snorting, and he had the urge to put his braised pig's trotters into the ice cave to cool off.

The light of the divine magic bloomed between the palms of his hands, and "he" did not let go of the Nether Energy Core, and while releasing the Divine Healing Palm, he emitted spiritual power as if he was invading the Nether Energy Core.

But the invading psychic power originated from Mavis

From Charles's point of view, this will make Mavis seem to be doing a delicate embroidery work, the spiritual power like silk threads, spit out from "his" fingertips, carefully wrapped around the magic circuit on the surface of the Nether energy core, round and round, Charles looked at it for a while and was directly dumbfounded, these complicated routes are not to mention work, and he may not be able to write them down even if he stares at them.

Soon, the magic lamp in the room, which had been lit before, flickered a few times, as if the voltage was unstable.

Bane's Dark Guardian apparently sensed something, picked up the greatsword and placed the heavy blade on Charles' slightly leaning shoulder, "What are you doing?" ”

Serul was puzzled, and her tone revealed a cold murderous intent.

Naturally, she knew what the power core of the Dark Ciep was, whether it was the Shiman period or the current Pergost period, the Santarim Society had never stopped researching this Nether core.

However, Schillman, as the main researcher, killed all the mages from Santil Fort and burned many of the research materials before leaving with his wife.

At this point, the research of the Nesser Energy Core of the Santarin Society has come to a standstill.

If it was just a simple military fortress, there would be no need for Santarim to send Serul and Manson to stop the coalition and the Church of Shirek.

In fact, the key to Seluel and Manson's trip is this Nether core!

And now that Charles is in front of the lord of Santilburg, he has easily touched the Nether core, and for a while, Serul is a little frightened in her doubts—

Does he know how to crack the protection program of the Netherenergy Core?

Originally, Serul was going to cut it down with a sword, but as the female lord of Santil Castle, she only had coldness in her heart and would not have any pity or hesitation. For the sneak attack from behind, Celul did not have the slightest moral burden.

However, when she realized that Ogmar's priest was most likely the last straw she could grasp, the sword on Charr's shoulder could not be cut off anyway.

"What are you doing?!" Seluel continued to ask in an accentuated tone, but quietly removed half of the greatsword.

But neither of the souls in the body paid any attention to Serule's meaning. Charles could see the message popping out of his retina:

[Ding, instruction authentication, failed.] 】

[Ding, instruction authentication, failed.] 】

[In the third order certification, if it fails, the authentication process will be frozen for one year, during which any authentication will be considered an intrusion, and the destruction process will be initiated.] 】

From the perspective of a bystander, Charles secretly pinched a cold sweat. It turned out that Mavis was already trying to get certified for the third time.

Suddenly, a row of green text pops up that is different from the failure:

[Passed the primary certification.] 】

[The command is received, the core sleep countdown is in progress, it has been asleep, and it can be woken up at any time.] 】

As if the power had been cut off, the room went dark in an instant, and the underground space outside was similar, and all the magic lights that had just been lit for a short time were extinguished.

The blackout spread to the entire Dark Citadel in an instant.

"Huh?"

At this moment, I don't know how many dark soldiers raised their heads in amazement. On the watchtower, the dark officer Harethi, who was worshipping the blood sacrifice hall, looked at the fortress complex that had fallen into darkness, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky.

His pupils flickered with a faint blue light, apparently spreading his arcane vision, inspecting the enchantment.

Harage's frenzied look was immediately replaced by a panic.

The aura of the enchantment is gone!

That's right, the defensive barrier that was originally stacked layer upon layer above the Dark Castle and thousands of meters deep underground actually disappeared completely at the moment of the power outage. There is only one explanation for this situation -

The energy core is turned off!

"Without the barrier, the group of players and coalition forces outside can immediately organize a second attack, but I am afraid that the Dark Citadel will fall tonight......" Haleich stood up and was about to walk down the watchtower and personally go to the front line to command the deployment, but the chanting in the depths of the Dark Citadel suddenly stopped abruptly at this time.

In its place, another frenzied and frenzied cry:

"Dark Sun!"

"Dark Sun!"

“…… You are the only true God in the world, you are the only truth......"

"The Holy War has begun, come, anyone who dares to resist you will die, all the churches that disobey you will be crushed, and your enemies will be plunged into boundless fear at this moment!"

The sound of the call could be heard faintly in the distant mountains and in the Sunset Mountains, and even in the rocky collars and Hruswa areas on both sides of the mountains.

And the Dark Castle in the center of the remainder, as soon as the shouts spread, gradually underwent all kinds of strange changes.

Wisps of bright red blood rose from the mottled ancient stone floors, and many of the dark soldiers and officers found themselves enveloped in a red mist of blood and qi before they could recover from the shock.

At the same time, Harlech stared at the Blood Sacrifice Hall, and in the pupils of his arcane vision, a blood sun was rising from the dome of the hall!

"Dark Sun!" Harage couldn't help but shout.

"Dark Sun!"

Archmage Manson froze under the blood sun.

He could feel that he was locked by an indisobedient will, and even if he opened the teleportation to escape to other planes, the will would follow him wherever he went.

As a legend, Manson hadn't tasted fear for a long time, and now he was terrified, the aura of divine power fixed on him, his will and even his soul were imprisoned!

"Dark Sun!"

Outside the Dark Castle, the players of the rock leaders who had not been offline all night heard the movement and ran out of the tent one by one, standing on the rugged rocks of the mountain range, and the shadows were standing, and the three thousand people were extremely shocked at this time, watching that round of blood sun rise into the sky.

The Blood Sun was still expanding and expanding, the brilliant corona was beating and flickering, and at the same time, there was a burst of exclamations from the crowd of players, and a group of rock collar executives such as Yu Fei, Zhang Ze, and Ren Qingwu stared at the terrifying skeleton faces that gradually became clear in the Blood Sun, and the shock in their hearts was not much weaker than that of ordinary players.

"Blood sacrifice! It's a blood sacrifice! ”

In the rebel camp, the leader of the harpists, Sereria Dragonheart, turned pale.

Pastor Morondale of Haim looked solemn and solemn, and behind him, a group of Templars of the 'Vigilant Eye' formed a silent formation.

As for the red-robed cavalry of Asbrewin and the warriors of the Ipugil family, they were all in turmoil and uneasy discussions in the face of this bizarre and evil scene at midnight. Gallup and Aramil were equally shocked as they watched the blood sun hanging from the sky and obscuring the moon, casting a blood-red glow.

Meantime.

Underground, Selul collapsed into the red mist.

The strange mist was filled with fragments of the souls of the Zealots of Ciric, and each fragment contained the sound of fanatical chanting, Charles frowned, although he was not affected by the chanting, but his mood was irritable and depressed.

Mavis regains control of her body.

The 'Netherenergy Core' faded from all its blue glow and was held in the palm of Charr's hand as it was:

Nesser Core (Broken)

Type: Strange Things

Quality: Orange sub-artifact

Purpose: Unknown

Description: The heart of the Nesser Floating City, the legendary perpetual motion machine. ”

An artifact with no attributes, just looking at its use, is not even as good as the [Dark Jecob Star], which is also a broken artifact.

However, Charles, who knew the use of the Nether Energy Core, weighed the heavy black orb artifact in his hand, and in his eyes, such a normal Nether Energy Core was far more useful than the [Dark Jerk Star].

This is an artifact for a territory or regional city, not an individual, such as the Floating City of Nether's time, how many citizens and professionals have been blessed by the Nether Core?

But this is not the time to dwell on the use of the Neisseric nucleus.

At some point, the blood-colored mist in the room condensed into the body of a slender man.

"Give it to me!"

The slender man's red eyes glowed with a terrifying light, like a ghost, and he floated in front of Charles, stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me, Nether Core!"

"Dark Sun!" Serul retreated into the corner, barely holding her two-handed sword. Even with his back against a solid wall, the heroic Dark Guardian didn't feel a hint of relief.

"Give me—" Ciric's blood mist projection roared, his eyes greedily staring at the black core in Charles' hand, "Priest, this isn't a treasure you should hold!" ”

"Brush."

Charles looked sarcastically at the projection of Ciric condensed by the blood mist, "Hundreds of your followers have sacrificed themselves, and that's how you responded to them?" ”

As he spoke, Charles's mind moved, and the 'Nether Core' in his hand was stuffed into his backpack space.

At this time, the player's backpack highlights the safety, if the aborigines use the dimensional bag to hold the Nether energy core, they still face the fate of being forcibly seized by the gods.

"No—"

The Ciric projection roared, "This is my Nether Core, and I will build a floating city in the material realm that only believes in me!" ”

The right hand of the blood-colored projection condensed a long sword, Charles glanced at it casually, and couldn't help but laugh mockingly again: "Even your portable artifact longsword 'razor' is a counterfeit, dark sun, dark sun, if you don't lower a clone, what will happen to the group of believers who sacrificed themselves for blood sacrifice?" ”

The system did not cheat him this time, and clearly gave the projected information, so Charles seemed to be fearless.

[Shirek's Blood Mist Projection]

Health: ? /？

Class: Wanderer lv20 / Assassin lv10

Attributes: Strength 20, Constitution 20, Agility 20, Intelligence 20, Perception 20, Charisma 20

……”

Just looking at the data, in any aspect, the strength of this projection is more than a cut short of the god itself, although the system does not specifically mark the expertise and skills inherited by the projection.

Ciric is an illusionist-level person, and he can throw nine rings of spells casually, but this projection doesn't have the slightest ability to cast spells, so Charles doesn't feel intimidated by the fact that it's a projection of a god.

It's Shirek to be afraid!

"Killing a god's hero-level projection, there must be a lot of experience points, right?" Thinking in his heart, Charles took the initiative to attack the blood-colored projection with the emblem in his hand.

The standard dragon slaying starting style -

Spell Resistance Reduction (4 Rings)*2!

Charles is not stingy with his four-ring magic skills. Speaking of which, the additional magic of [Reducing Spell Resistance] was still granted to him by Night Yao, maybe the Eternal Lover foresaw this farce?

Two divine aura rays hit the blood mist projection one after the other. Ciric roared, "You are provoking the true God...... Quick, give me the Nethernener, and I can forgive you for all your sins, and even appoint you as my chosen one, and walk on the physical plane on my will......"

Ciric seemed anxious, while Charles was unhurried.

"I'm not in my head, so I won't believe your nonsense." A sneer tugged at the corners of Charles' mouth.

Dark Sun, Ciric, the Prince of Lies, lies and deception are his priesthood, in short, Ciric is undoubtedly a treacherous and rebellious villain compared to the good and evil gods who have their own positions, and the latter sentence can swallow the previous sentence and refuse to admit it.

"[Comet Impact] (Five Rings)!"

Immediately afterward, instead of bombarding Ciric with spells, Charles first held the Holy Emblem and put a weapon status on the 'Corrupt Flails':

"[Comet Impact]: Deals an additional 12-24 Holy Damage in melee attacks, and swinging a weapon is considered a group attack, and nearby creatures take half of the base weapon damage."

This five-ring magic is similar to the [Sacred Fire Blade] that Charles hasn't used for a long time, but the [Holy Fire Blade] is only effective against a single undead creature, and the [Comet Impact] has no restricted objects, and it comes with diffuse weapon damage, no matter how you look at it, it is a sharp weapon for group beating monsters.

With a slight exertion of his right arm, the air made a dull cracking sound, and Charles moved a few steps forward to aim at the blood mist projection, throwing a heavy flail!

"Whoosh"

Ciric was a wanderer before he became a god, and at this time he was in a very light atomized form, and for Charr's attack, he just jumped up slightly, and dodged the black spiked chain hammer.

However, the next moment, the blood mist projection seemed to be hit head-on by the shield, screaming and smashing on the bookcase in the room.

Combat information emerges:

[Strike a heavy blow at 'Ciric's Blood Mist Projection.] 】

[In the target dodge, diffuse damage distance calculation, you dealt 55 blunt damage to the target.] (To be continued.) )