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Shrouded in ominous heavy blood.

In the most prosperous city center of "Newinn Harbour", there is a beautiful cathedral. Based on white marble, the towering spire of exquisite columns, decorated with tens of thousands of famous sculptures, the majesty of the most luxurious and noble, is the "goddess of kingship and navigation" in this place of sanctuary "Newn Cathedral".

Even this city, which has not been in existence for many years, is named after this church, so you can imagine how influential this church was built before the harbor!

But at this moment, under the tall spire of Newinn Cathedral, which was solemn and solemn in the past, there was an unexpected panicked shout:

"Quick, quick, quick! Activate the technique!"

In the rotunda, which is surrounded by mythological murals, a group of at least 100 clergy dressed in black religious robes, holding black cast-iron crosses with anchor tips at the lower ends, stand around the rising dome in the center of the hall to form a perfect circle.

Everyone was praying silently, silently.

Suddenly, hearing the shouts of the middle-aged priest who broke into the door, the black-robed priests who had been prepared for a long time seemed to have a heart in their hearts, and they didn't need any words, and they began to chant the holy words of the goddess in unison!

The timbre of each person's different timbre now merges into one, turning into the same sound, and this low hum that carries some mysterious power is amplified, echoed, and amplified by the circular dome.

At the top of the spire, a tall black iron cross gradually began to overflow, and as the chanting of the priests continued, the milky white aura became more and more intense, and then spread out like water waves.

Spread throughout the city...

【Divine Technique: Silent Sleep!】

With the "Ghost Ship" and the "Dead Soul Box" and "Murderer" on it all destroyed by the explosion, the "Rioters" who caused the chaos have all lost all their sources of power.

The "rampagers" who were not distorted fell on the spot and did not know whether they were alive or dead, and those who had been distorted directly turned into blood mist and completely disappeared into the air.

Soon, only the frightened citizens of the city were left shivering in their homes, and the few brave ones probed their brains and cautiously checked the streets.

When the milky white magic ripples released by the cathedral passed, the citizens who were awakened by the large-scale turmoil in the night regained a heavy sleepiness, and ordinary people fell to the ground and fell asleep without even the slightest resistance.

Puff pass.. Poof...

In the city, there is a sound of falling to the ground, and no one cares whether they will catch a cold when they sleep tomorrow, or whether they will wake up or not.

For the real calamity has come.

The gods can't look at each other!

This is the first taboo that every mortal is told after setting foot in the mortal.

The unintentional disclosure of the person, mystery, and conceptual information carried by the gods themselves can instantly crush the fragile mind and soul of a human being, and the mind and body will be "polluted".

This is also the reason why the Church saw the irreversible situation and put all the citizens to sleep in the first place.

Although the method is simple and crude, it is very effective at this time.

"Your Excellency Bishop?" After the magic took effect, the middle-aged priest standing at the door breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and bowed to a thin old man standing outside the door.

In this world, the rank of the clergy in both the Orthodox and the Cult of God is roughly the same.

Pope (also known as pastor, usually the pinnacle of the fourth order), bishop (usually of the third order, the archbishop level is equivalent to the fourth order), the imam (usually the second order of the formal fan, the high patriarch of the third order), the priest (equivalent to the first order of apprentices).

Their way is called the "Clergy"!

Because of their attachment to the gods, this road is safe and stable, and they are very powerful, and as long as the near-eternal gods do not have problems, they will always hold the thickest thighs in the world.

But the identity of the so-called "clergy" is difficult to be recognized by mortals.

In the final analysis, everything they do comes from divine grace, their mortal essence has never changed, if they lose the favor of the gods one day, everything they once had will be lost in an instant, even if they were once honored popes, they will fall into the dust.

However, despite this, the bishop who appeared at the door at this time was already the upper power in the church, even if he went through several times, there were not many churches in the entire kingdom of Pharytis.

"The situation has not deteriorated to the worst level, and what has come out is really just a projection. ”

The old bishop Benedict, who also didn't dare to look up at the sky, just observed the movements of the evil god with some kind of detection spell cast with the help of the goddess's divine power, saw the reality of the "evil god" at this time, and his tense nerves were slightly relaxed.

"Holy Lance Durandal, please!"

Hearing the old bishop's instructions, the priests gathered under the dome seemed to have a backbone, and they were busy with their duties.

.......

"Oh hehe, this is the taste of freedom! Aha, betrayal, jealousy, grief, despair...! What a wonderful emotion, this is the best seasoning for a gorgeous opera!"

In the aria that is in the same vein as "The Box of Dead Souls", the evil god Purcell, dressed like an opera singer, dances in mid-air, without the majesty of a god that mortals imagine.

"Ahh I didn't notice that there were so many spectators to greet me, I was so happy!

As if he had just noticed the three remaining warships on the surface of the sea and the legendary battleship "Steam Fortress", he bowed in all directions in an exaggerated manner and apologized, as if the audience was really sitting around him.

"Aha, and the city, the hustle and bustle of the crowd, the bustling land is exactly the stage I need!"

But no matter how pompous His actions were, no one could see them.

Because as early as when they heard the crisp sound of the seal breaking, under the commander's order, everyone had already lowered their heads and closed their eyes, lying on the ground for fear of seeing the horror that could not be seen directly.

The only one on the scene who dared to detect the evil god Percell through certain means was probably Princeton, who was a third-order high-ranking wizard.

If the depraved opera god himself came, he would definitely run as far as he could, but it was just a projection, as long as it did not reveal its mythical form, it would not make him powerless to fight back.

"Sure enough, although the seal was temporarily unsealed, through the weakening of the layers in the early stage, the power accumulated by the 'killer' in seven days, even if it was combined with the blood sacrifice of Wacker Wells, could only allow him to transmit limited power. ”

Standing at the bow of the steel giant, Princeton's posture was still straight, as if even the gods could not make him bend over. The old god is here, and he is even in the mood to judge the projection of the evil god.

After bowing to all sides and apologizing, the evil god didn't care about the "cold reaction" of the audience, and sighed to himself:

"To thank you for joining in on this spectacular show, allow me to take the curtain call myself!

The curtain call will be: the one-man opera "Poems of Death"!

"Ah——!

History is watching me,

Let me tell you,

Things I didn't know when I was young:

You can't control it

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story.

......”

The chanting clearly reached the ears of the sailors, and it was still the pompous tone of an opera performer, but the feelings of the performers were added to it, the feelings of the gods!

Madness, coldness, tyranny, murder...

Each character is like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, dragging the souls of the listeners and pulling them towards hell little by little.

The chanting covered the sea and spread farther in the direction of Newinn Harbour. Whatever the effect of this lyric is, if left unchecked, "Port Newinn" will soon become a dead city!

"Plug your ears and don't listen!"

The fleet commander closed his eyes and covered his ears, and shouted desperately, this kind of attack by the gods, even if it was just a projection, was far from something that an ordinary person or even a low-level mortal could withstand.

But his reminder did nothing to help the sailors' situation, and how could the gods' attacks be so easy to resist?

"Ahh

Bang!

As soon as the commander's words fell, a sailor on the deck suddenly raised his gun and opened fire and shot through his head.

"Ahh

There are also people who want to pierce their eardrums with a sharp dagger, but they use too much force to pierce their brains together!

At this time, even Princeton was a little unable to remain indifferent, frowning slightly and looking in the direction of the city: "Why hasn't the church moved yet?"

It's like responding to his thoughts.

At this time, in the direction of the port, in the center of the city, a pure and holy white light suddenly lit up!

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