The Holy Light Spell condensed into the Poppy Theater's sacred circle, scattering the swarms of swooping nightmares in the sky, but at the same time, it also shattered the already fragile protective layers of Paliva City. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

If humans could see it, they would see that the golden film in the sky was full of cracks like broken eggs, and those red eyeballs were constantly squeezing in from the cracks in the four cracks, some falling into the huge pillars of light, being evaporated completely, but many more all rushed into the city of Paliva, swooping down to the ground.

Humans can't see nightmares, but they can hear them. For a moment, the sky of Paliwa City was filled with a scream similar to a woman's cry.

Soon, an even more terrifying sight was seen. The attacked nightmare is unusually angry and loses control. They began to spit out red liquid from their mouths, dripping into the ground and smashing into one crater after another, and the stones turned into boiling liquid and smoked.

And as the Nightmare began to attack, they could no longer hide in the air, and people saw a large series of floating red eyes, gradually appearing in the sky, bright red crystals scurrying around, as if looking for a target.

Most of the people who had escaped from the poppy theater gathered in front of the church, and nearly 2,000 people gathered in the small square. Shoulder to shoulder, knee to knees, they bowed down and prayed to the true god Osiris for salvation.

When they saw what was really happening in the sky, fear overtook reason, and they began to cry and weep and crowd the sanctuary for shelter.

"Forbidden! Secular people will defile the gods. The Templars on guard swung their swords to dispel the crowd.

Enraged, the people descended into panic and confusion, ignoring the words of the guards and trampling on each other through the bronze gates that poured towards the Sanctuary.

The guard's knight's sword emitted light and heat, driving the sword wind, and the dozens of people who rushed to the front fell down the stairs, knocking down a dense crowd, and the people screamed, trampled over the bodies of their compatriots, and continued to pour into the temple.

A stout young man, lucky not to be harmed by the sword wind, rushed at the Templar from the side, attempting to kick the knight's joints, which were the most vulnerable without armor protection, but before he could do so, he was spotted by another knight, and the acolyte, with the cross emblem, had his head cut off.

The head tumbled from the alabaster of the towering staircase to the crowd, pulling a long trail of blood on the snow-white ground, staining the Templars' white armor red.

This is a true freedman - who has not sinned, who prays on time, who pays the tax of washing, but who is killed by the acolytes when disaster strikes.

The people shouted thunderously, but they did not dare to take a step forward, and the bronze doors of the sanctuary slowly closed before their eyes, and they began to flee in despair, muttering muttering chants and hoping that the true God was protecting them.

However, their thoughts were soon shattered - the floating nightmare kept spewing corrosive liquid into the ground, and those who couldn't escape were all turned into a puddle of black water!

It's Disaster Day!

The most seriously damaged were the mages and monks in the theater, who couldn't see the nightmare at first, but when these monsters began to attack, they couldn't dodge, and the five mages and eight monks instantly turned into water.

Then, they constantly unleashed the "Holy Light Spell" to fight the demons in the sky. Some of the enraged, badly wounded nightmares turned into orbs and fell between the sorcerers, exploding, and several more were blasted into bloody holes by the splatters of corrosive liquid.

At this time, the faceless judge did not stop.

They were a symbol of hell and were forbidden to enter the theater on the day of the feast - of course, as a result of the conflict with the Templars. When the flames were raised, they did not intend to help the priesthood in the field. When the mutation gets out of control, they think there's nothing they can do about it, and they start hunting down the suspected criminals.

When they hear that Carter Larson, the son of a criminal, has absconded and returned, they follow him around, only to discover that some self-proclaimed "apostates", who are essentially mobs sent by Valley City, are throwing burning sticks at icons and statues of saints.

The Faceless Inquisitor's bronze sword swung, and several of the mob were reduced to minced meat. However, they were surprised to find that these people were like ants, scurrying out of nowhere, and they could not get rid of them.

The Inquisitor's bronze sword never stopped for a moment.

At this moment, people briefly forget the root cause of all the calamities - the dark sorcerer in black robes.

Odin Diggs, on the other hand, watched his own play, staggering down the Avenue of Atonement towards the church in the middle of the city of Paliva.

Using too much of the power of the Origin overwhelmed his body, he had to move as slowly as possible so that the muscles on his body would not burst out from bleeding from tearing.

Of course, not everyone has forgotten about him.

At this moment, there stood a man the height of a child across from him, his face shrouded in light, and only a pair of golden eyes that were extremely round, like two ambers.

"Dark Warlock, what is your purpose?" asked St. Priest John, childlike remixes coming from all sides.

"Ah, you're very-wise, smarter than they are. Odin lifted his hat and revealed a stunningly beautiful appearance, somewhat similar to that of the saint. He smiled, but stiffened—for it took a lot of effort to speak.

"Have so many mages in Paliva City had their brains broken by the icons—they all thought I was going to burn them all. It's just you - you guessed it, I'm not trying to kill anyone, I'm not trying to cause any tragedy, I'm just trying to tear a big hole in the city's sky. ”

As Odin spoke, he bent slowly—the golden eyes of the holy priest were fixed on him, as if to read his thoughts. However, Odin only picked up a wooden stick beside him, perhaps a burning stick left by the mob.

"Only you—you guess that I released the flames to destroy the canopy, and you guess that I want to put the mysterious power in the sky and find a close answer in such a terrifying scene, among the countless possibilities—you are truly a wise man. ”

Odin went out of his way to praise his enemies and observe their spiritual seas - but this guy's mind was like a golden cloud, and he couldn't get started. This is a sign of danger, indicating that this human is very powerful, and perhaps the individual strength is comparable to that of the high demon race. When you encounter it when you are not in a good state, you can only say that it ...... It's just too bad!

"But there's one thing, you're wrong—I'm not malicious, and I'm not in league with the monsters in the sky. I sincerely hope that you will wipe out all those annoying creatures and eliminate all the devils, and then the world will be peaceful. Otherwise, the entire Sunset Empire will be plunged into unprecedented darkness - this advice is sincere!"

At this time, Odin saw that not far away, in the place where the holy priest had his back, there was a man hiding - he could see the spiritual sea of this man. So, he raised his voice as much as he could.

"But, as far as I know, you don't care about that—you don't care how many mortals die, you don't care if the country will fall into disaster, you just care—" Odin pointed behind his back, "This sanctuary is a temple that provides you with strength and life." ”

"On the premise of preserving myself, according to your definition - I should be a good person, because all the plans I conceive serve the wishes of others. Odin continued: "And you, by definition, should be a false saint, a hypocrite, an ugly person of extreme self-interest. ”

Odin saw the Holy Priest, who had gone through hundreds of years, raise the golden scepter, and the halo on his face began to tremble violently—the old fellow was enraged by him.

Then he uttered his last words: "Your extraordinary wisdom tells you that my purpose, which is to treasure the power of your life, is hidden in the center of this temple. Now, I'm going to take it. Congratulations, you guessed so right!"

As the words fell, the rudimentary circle drawn by the burning stick already shone - Odin used words to distract St. John the Priest and hastily drew an amplification circle!

But the huge shadow cast by the golden scepter has already surrounded Odin closely!