"Grava, if you don't make a move, we're all going to die here!"

With a heart-rending cry, the man on the altar looked over to Charles and called him "a little bug." ”

"You can't be quiet, I know more about the current form than you!"

Charles sensed the gaze of the man on the altar and knew that he could not look any further, and that he was going to fight hard.

In fact, when he heard Basilent say the word "oracle", the stardust in Charles' mind about "dark night" naturally moved, and after Charles figured out what "oracle" was, he made a decision that he had to stop this man.

There are many similarities and differences between the "oracles" on the dark side and the "oracles" on the light side, but their ultimate power comes from the gift of the "true gods".

There are two kinds of true giving, one is that the believer's transcendent rank has risen to a high level, and his cognition of the doctrine has reached a high enough height, and then he has become enlightened and perceived the "power of God" and can "borrow divine power" to a limited extent, and become the propagator of the will of the true God in the world.

The other is to "curry favor with the true god" through the mode of sacrifice, praying for the true god to grant "divine power into the body" to obtain high-level supernatural abilities for a certain period of time, and this "certain time" can be long or short, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few years.

Among them, the "divine envoys" on the side of the dark night can maintain a "high-level transcendent state" for a long time by devouring the life force of mortals.

If the man on the altar is allowed to become an "oracle", then the city of Nasser will usher in a disaster, if the church finds him in time, otherwise I don't know how many mortals will be secretly devoured by him, just like the caged people in the hall of the corridor outside.

Charles was ruthless, jumped to the ground, and ran towards the altar with his sword in hand.

"Ahh

Before Charles could reach the altar, a blinding light flashed through the rotunda, followed by a terrible scream in mid-air, and a flaming body fell from the air to the ground.

Ariana suddenly erupted, and the light of the long sword in her hand skyrocketed, stabbing the Moorish named Boya, and she was instantly knocked down, and after a few struggles and flutters on the ground, she turned into particles of dust, and disappeared in the morning light.

And Charles clearly saw that the spiritual power condensation in Ariana's body instantly dropped a lot, although her surface momentum was still strong, but she was actually on the verge of spiritual power disorder.

Another Moorish who had been haunting Ariana was frightened by Ariana's instantaneous outburst, turned around and fled in the other direction, and in a matter of seconds ran to a corner of the rotunda and opened a secret door in the wall of the hall.

"Damn, there was another exit, and that assassin must have left through the other exit. ”

Charles, who was running, was remorseful, he only sent the little tiger cat to watch the exit where he entered, and did not notice the skinny assassin leaving, so he brought people in, knowing that if the man left, he would be stupid to wade into this troubled water.

"Colly, I won't allow anyone to betray me!"

The man on the altar suppressed boundless anger in his deep voice, and he recited a series of spiritual power incantations in succession, and a strong spiritual power fluctuation spread outward from the cross star on the dome of the main hall, and instantly expanded to the entire circular hall.

The horror of mental breakdown, the seductive moans that lure the depravity, and all kinds of exciting images that make people's blood rush flow, Charr's extremely familiar mental attack has reappeared, but this is the first time Charr has seen someone master this kind of attack method, and it is also an indiscriminate range of ultimate.

Well, it's really an indiscriminate move, whether it is the church knights who formed the turtle formation, or the disciples of the Moorish church, they all covered their heads and struggled in pain, completely losing their combat effectiveness.

Basilent and Ariana were slightly better, but they were also trembling, breathing heavily, their eyes foggy and gritting their teeth, and they were fighting hard against the onslaught of evil spirits.

Not only that, but even the man on the altar was trembling, his expression was sometimes crazy, sometimes hideous, sometimes joyful, and obviously enduring that crazy mental torture.

Charles also staggered, rushing forward crookedly as if drunk, and the speed was ......... It wasn't much slower, the expression on his face ......... It's insidious.

The Moorish Corrie opened the secret door in the wall, but she could not take a single step forward, she tried to escape from this terrible place, but the whole person fell to the ground, the tender white body spasmed violently, and the milk waves were accompanied by incomprehensible moans and howls, and the beauty that was originally extremely seductive was now both penetrating and weird.

"Traitor, give all you have to your master!"

The man on the altar suddenly widened his eyes, and stretched out one hand to Colly in the corner of the main hall, and Colly's body slowly floated, and was pulled back to the altar in the center of the main hall like a kite, and fell into the man's hands.

The man opened his mouth, cracked into an exaggerated mouth shape, and bit the female believer's neck, the red blood splashed along the corner of his mouth, the female believer had lost consciousness control, but the body's self-reaction was still there, the elastic thin waist drove the fierce convulsions and curls of the crisp chest, the snow-white thighs were staggered and kicked and swayed, and the fresh vitality was wanton catharsis wave after wave.

But the more the beauty struggled, the more excited the beast became, and the man on the altar shook his neck, like a lion tearing at its prey, easily dissolving Colly's struggle, sucking in his throat, quickly turning her life force into his own.

Paladin Ariana endured the confusion in her mind and ascended to the altar step by step, the starlight of the sword in her hand fluctuating and jumping, as if trying to break free from her grasp.

"My sword...... Still sharp, my heart ...... Still bright, my vows...... Swear to die without remorse, the glory of the dawn...... No blasphemy!"

Ariana began to chant in a low voice, and with each recitation, her eyes became firm, and with each step, her momentum rose a point, and by the time she reached the highest point of the altar, her whole body seemed to radiate the light of the morning sun.

"Boom!"

Ariana slashed at the priest in the center of the altar with a single sword, and the long sword that shone with a large amount of light collided with the "Night Guardian" around the priest, smashing into a thunderous sound.

A bright star cluster like a comet suddenly appeared at the top of the altar, which exploded in an instant, and a blazing light enveloped the entire hall.

There were ripples like flowing water on the translucent layer of "Night Guard", which gradually surged into angry waves as they intensified, as if they would collapse into pieces of broken waves in the next second, but until the light of the comet was all gone, the thin layer of Night Guardian did not shatter.

"Dangchang!"

The sword in the hand of the paladin Ariana fell to the ground, her body shook twice, and she fell to her knees with an ordinary sound, and the spiritual power in her body was about to be extinguished.

But there was still an obsession in her eyes, struggling to get up, struggling to reach for her sword.

"Sacrifice Knight, are you going to give your life for the light? What a fool! Let me take you to the fun of life!"

The man on the altar looked at the unrepentant paladin, smiled cruelly, and reached out to Ariana on the ground.

Ariana floated off the ground, slowly drifting towards the smiling shaman, just like the Moorish female Collee just now.

"Hey, why don't you wear pants? to show off your trumpet? Oh...... Why is it so small?"

Ariana fell to the ground again, and the shaman reached out to a weathered, middle-aged man under the altar.

But in his rage, he ignored the question of why this middle-aged man still spoke so smoothly under such a level of mental attack.