Gargoyles are creatures that rely on physical attacks to fight, so if a sneak attack is unsuccessful and the enemy is weak, they will try to get close to their target, biting and clawing with their sharp fangs and claws. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The most conventional way for them to approach their target is to fly a certain height off the ground and then dive into it.

Byron held up the light shield, but he had no bottom in his heart. The two priests behind him had not activated the magic for a long time, and he couldn't look back, so he was suddenly a little flustered.

Four hideous-looking gargoyles half-folded their demon-like wings and flew in. At this moment, dusky particles of light rose from the ground, instantly enveloping Byron's entire body. And the two priests leaned over in unison.

"Stand still, don't move!" Pyne yelled in Byron's ear.

Ten thousand grass and mud horses passed through Byron's heart, and he knew what kind of magic it was.

With the decline of theocracy, the gods began to seek allies with each other, and believers could borrow the divine power of the gods who were allied with each other. And Lady Woodma, on the other hand, has always had a close connection with the Elemental Lords (Lords) of the Elemental Frontier.

Therefore, this divine art is essentially a domain divine art that belongs to the earth elemental lord.

Byron stood in place and put the shield on the trajectory of the opponent's attack, the gargoyle brought a violent air current to whizz past his ears, a huge impact hit the shield, Byron leaned back slightly, resisting the force, but the wooden shield was crawling with cracks. The gargoyle that had hit his shield head-on fell to the ground and got back to his feet in a daze.

The gargoyle flying above his head stretched out his slender arm and grabbed at his Celestial Spirit Cover. The other two flew past him and swooped down on the two unprotected priests.

Pyne leaned behind Byron and stabbed the dagger in his hand, strengthened by the "demonized weapon", into the gargoyle's outstretched claws.

With a tremendous force, he grabbed the dagger and struck back at Pyne's head, knocking him to the ground with a single claw. And an old hand caught him steadily.

At this time, the battle priest's chin was covered with a silver-like beard, and the beautiful celestial words surrounded his side, and the spherical transparent light curtain formed by the two gargoyles instantly exploded, turning into small particles of light and dissipating into the air. And the gargoyle's waving claws did not stop the attack, but continued to grasp him with inertia.

The old priest roared angrily, and two blood holes immediately appeared on his body, and bright blood continued to pour out. The wrinkled face, illuminated by the silver beard, immediately became like a blank sheet of paper, and it was about to fall down if it staggered.

The gargoyle that had fallen to the ground shook its head, and as soon as it stood up, a light shield slammed into its head. The shield shattered in an instant, and the gargoyle was knocked down slightly, and then it raised its head, opened its mouth, bared its jagged fangs, and roared loudly.

The oncoming scimitar stopped its roar, and the gargoyle subconsciously reached out to block it, and the wide wings behind him spread out, encircling it. The scimitar "ding" slashed a shallow white mark on the stone-hard wing.

Byron immediately retreated, and without a weapon blessed with divine magic, he did not break the defense at all.

At this moment, a palpitating power came from behind him, and the keen perception made Byron can't help but look back.

The old priest's wound had stopped bleeding, and a faint blood-colored flame appeared around him, and the radiant old man flew out with a hammer of the gargoyle close to him, and the other party hit the wall, and then collapsed softly, and it was estimated that he would not be able to get up for a while.

Priest Pine also stood up, his left ear already scratched, and there were four deep claw marks on the left side of his head. But now he had a solemn face, pious prayers continued to flow from his mouth, and the wounds on the two priests began to heal slowly.

Several gargoyles were in a commotion, and they surrounded the two of them in fear, but they did not dare to attack for a moment - the aura of the old priest made them feel afraid.

Byron stepped back to the two of them, and Pyne gasped and whispered, "Protect me." ”

The old priest roared and lunged at a gargoyle, its green eyes showing a hint of fear, then screamed and flew backwards.

Byron cautiously stared at the gargoyle that flew over, and pointed forward with his empty left hand, and the freezing ray fell on the gargoyle's body, and the ice immediately covered his chest, and the other party was slightly stunned and continued to move forward.

Byron slashed with the scimitar, and the gargoyle reached out and grasped the scimitar, and after a screeching sound, the scimitar twisted and deformed in its claws, becoming a pile of scrap metal.

However, it did not dare to come forward again, for the old priest had already withdrawn, and instead of catching up with the gargoyle, he turned his gaze to it.

Pyne had finally completed his magic at this point, and the last scale was still circulating in the hallway, the hallway in front of the gargoyle turned into a white moonstone floor, and the temples in the distance stood in the sea of clouds, and the holy angels frolicking in the sky reached out to it in a friendly way, signaling to play with her.

For the first time, the gargoyle felt inferiority from the heart and was shocked and remorseful for his previous evil deeds.

It placed its ugly claws in the palm of the angel's jade-white hand, and a glowing hammer struck its head head-on at this moment. The gargoyle's face immediately sunken and tumbled to the ground. Gargoyles have souls and intelligence, not simple mechanical creatures, and illusions work on them as well.

The old priest stepped forward, hammer in both arms, and slammed it with all his strength into the heart of the gargoyles, where their soul core was located.

The world in front of the gargoyle gradually blurred, and a pair of white hands reached out. It recognizes the hand. So it put its hand on it, and flew with the other, and it grinned ugly, and the world went dark.

The gargoyle with the dagger in its claws hid in the hallway, and after pulling out the dagger, it never stepped forward to attack, and the new blue liquid dripped to the ground as it moved, forming a bright line.

In the blink of an eye, the situation was reversed, and after the old priest killed the gargoyle that was lying on the ground, the remaining two guys turned around and flew away.

The flame on the old priest's body gradually extinguished, he half-knelt on the ground, and said, "Hurry up, my time is running out." ”

Byron was slightly stunned, while Pyne nodded solemnly and said in a muffled voice, "Go." ”

It seemed that in order to catch up with the time, the pace of several people increased, and finally they still knew to be careful of the traps around them, so they did not run.

The skeleton soldiers patrolling along the way were as if they were coming to deliver food, and they were destroyed by the old priest one by one, violently leaving behind broken bones all over the ground.

Byron also knew that something was wrong at this time, this old man had just fought with a corrupt skeleton, and now he was rushing into the skeleton soldiers alone, rushing left and right, and it was so fierce that it was almost unbelievable. Glancing at Pyne secretly, he was looking at the old priest in silence, and there was peace in his eyes.

The group soon reached the end, and in the middle of the room behind the hardwood door was a small stone altar with rune circles engraved on the surface, and a yellowed page hovered above the altar, surging dark magic spilling out of the circle and falling to the ground.

On each side of the altar hung two wind lamps on each side of the iron pole, and the flames burned in them, and their cold white light illuminated the room.

Behind the altar hangs a tapestry embroidered with a white mask. There are four statues standing by the wall, two on either side of the altar, all wearing flail and leather masks, and holding a giant sword.

The most striking thing was the kneeling corpse on the ground in front of the altar, dressed in a black priest's robe, with wide cuffs and dark gold threads wrapped around several rings.

"You're here. The dried corpse turned its head, its shriveled muscles twitching, and it was about a smile, and he could vaguely make out his face before he died.

The skeletons in the temple act on instinct, but they also obey the commands of the higher undead, so they can patrol the temple in an orderly manner, rather than wandering around.

Byron had already been mentally prepared, but he never imagined that this undead creature would have such a high level of intelligence.

"Who are you?" the old priest burst into blood-red flames and stopped at the forefront.

The dry corpse tilted its head, the muscles on its face shrunk, and then he let out a laugh: "Sacred sacrifice? It's been a long time since I've seen such a devout faith, haha, welcome to the world of the dead." ”

"Who are you!" the old priest snorted, as soon as the time of the "Boost Vitality" magic was over, he could no longer maintain his current energetic physical condition, so he looked a little impatient.

"Have I? heard of the Pale Mask?" the corpse tilted his head, stared at the bulging eyeballs, and looked at the people curiously.

"Death is a part of everyday life here, so why didn't you die according to the teachings? The old priest waved his hand and signaled not to act rashly.

The dry corpse shook his head: "This is my fate, the only thing that the great king of the end of all things cares about and strives for, is to record the fate of the entire world in a regular and orderly manner. ”

Byron frowned deeply, the conversation between the two gods had made him completely confused.

"I've been waiting for you here for centuries, Lady of the Woods. The cadaver tidied up the priest's robe, and then bowed slightly.

The two priests also bowed slightly, placing their hands on their chests.

"What the hell is going on here?" the old man took the dried corpse as someone he could trust for the time being.

The dry corpse sighed slightly: "On the night of the Holy Night, after we read the names of each of the dead in turn, a parishioner obtained permission to become an undead creature, and the incarnation of the King of the End of All Things personally descended to perform a ritual for him, this supreme glory thrilled us all, and that day ......"

The old priest frowned, a little suspicious that the other party was stalling for time: "As you can see, my time is running out. ”

"Okay. The dry corpse smacked his lips and continued, "Halfway through the ceremony, a violent magical turbulence struck here, and the avatars of the Sleeping Master and the Catholics were cut to pieces by the law of nothingness. ”

"And I, because I was the furthest away from the Sleeping Master, was chosen by the unfinished ritual and became a low-level undead. ”

Byron frowned, generally speaking, in the ritual of a temple, the closer to the center, the higher the status. And the ritual that allows the Sleeping Master to personally descend the incarnation will obviously be some kind of high-level undead after transformation.

A layman like himself understands the truth, what is this dry corpse making up such an obvious lie?

"What year did you have the ceremony?"

"The second year of the year of thunder. ”

While Byron was still remembering what year the second year of the Thundering Year was, the old priest nodded.

"My god has fallen, and now my only wish is to be free from here. The corpse's savage, frantic eyes lit up with a vicious light, and it cracked open its shriveled mouth, revealing two rows of jagged fangs: "Help me." ”

"Protect Pyne!" the priest yelled and rushed over.