In an instant, all the torches were raised to the center of the mansion lobby, and the monks and knights realized that directly below Carter's body was a huge rune array. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

These lines, drawn with melted Mithril and Ugin, stretched all the way to the feet of the invaders. The inner circle is a complex pattern of circles, triangles, squares and crosses, and the outer circle is densely written in ancient imperial Chinese, and the statue of Osiris is wrapped around the perimeter, and the prayer text is engraved with gold leaf on the statue.

The invaders shuddered, and the great victory over the Larson family made them forget that this was once the top and oldest mage family in the Sunset Empire. Now that they saw this magic circle that was too complicated for them to understand, they realized that even a weak, dying heir of Larson would be difficult to deal with in his territory.

Then, in the dimly lit space covered in blood and flickering firelight, chanting was heard against the ground. The voice came from the motionless man opposite, hoarse as boiling water tumbling down an iron pot.

"The supreme God Osiris, the source of all things, and the believer return to you!

He recited the hymn slowly and completely, and a puff of green mist crawled along the ground like a snake, soon winding around the intruder's feet.

"I am the air and the dust, and I cast out the unclean!"

At the end of the song, a layer of green solution oozed from the ground, dense bubbles emerged, and poisonous mist swirled above the solution.

The green liquid crawled to the feet of the guide, and he could not stop his fear, his legs trembled, and he howled loudly: "Forgive me, my lord, forgive me......"

The informant had seen the terrible situation when the circle was activated more than once, and knew the consequences of the venom, so he began to struggle desperately, the tight hemp rope around his neck made his face red, and the iron chains on his body made a screeching sound from the violent shaking.

"It's these monks...... Force me...... I will always be loyal to ...... Lord Lord...... "Gradually, he lost his tone, and only air squeezed out of his throat.

The venom began to seep through the soles of his feet, the mist wrapped around his legs, and where he climbed, his muscles atrophied rapidly, and his skin bulged into dense pustules, from which yellow-green liquid flowed.

Soon, the symptoms of atrophy infected the abdomen and chest. This person looks like a dough thrown into a pan of oil, the fat area quickly sinks, the skin swells rapidly, and the whole body is constantly seeping water. Soon, his face was also distorted, with yellow-green vesicles attached to it, irregularly sunken towards the middle of the bridge of his nose.

The informer's skull shriveled and he lost his life in tens of seconds, falling forward, only to be pulled by hemp rope and chains, leaving him on his back as if he had been burned with oil on his back - just in front of Carter Larson.

Carter looked at the white eyeballs that almost fell out of his sockets, gasped for air, and tried several times before he got up from the ground with his staff.

He shook a few times before he could focus his gaze—one of the five knights on the opposite side had already fallen, and the leading monk was chanting the Forbidden Spell with his staff held alof.

The staff in the monk's hand projected a circular circle on the ground, the statue of Osiris was standing in the center of the circle, the six wings expanded outward, the runes rotated rapidly, the projection expanded rapidly in the chanting, the halo that shrouded it became brighter and brighter, and the green mist in the covered area seemed to hit the transparent wall, unable to move forward a bit.

The Templars raised their swords, their tips steaming hot and glowing blood-red—and they made their way along the expanding circle, only a few steps away from Carter.

Carter suddenly drew his sword from behind his waist and leapt in front of a Templar, swinging it at his throat - the iron rubbed against the armor and sparked. Immediately afterward, a pillar of blood erupted from between the cracks in the armor, gushing several meters away, and the Templar lay straight to the ground.

The knights who followed him were apprehensive - they thought Carter was just a monk, but they didn't expect him to be a samurai!

They swung their swords, inlaid with runes, and turned the power of their blades into sword wind, rolling towards Carter.

Carter barely dodged, the rapidly swirling hot air cut countless deep marks on his body, blood oozing up and down his body, making him look like a rag full of patches. Unable to seem to feel the pain, he leaped forward against his sword aura and backhanded a Templar out of the forbidden circle.

He didn't even raise his sword during the drag, just chanted a chant in a low voice, and the green mist spread out around his body, preventing the other swordsmen from getting closer.

Within the confines of the forbidden circle, Carter firmly wrapped his arms around the Templar's neck with one hand, and held up the "Attachment Worm" with the other, shouting in a hoarse voice: "Osiris, the supreme god Osiris, I am for the air and the dust, and I am for you to banish the unclean!"

The green mist boiled in an instant, sweeping over the ground covered by the Forbidden Spell again, forming a raging fog barrier at the intruder's feet.

They gasped - what a dangerous lunatic! Regardless of whether they dodged the attack, casting a spell in the Forbidden Circle was tantamount to inflicting double damage on themselves!

Then, they watched as their colleagues who were held hostage by each other shrank rapidly like broken air sacs, and yellow-green juice flowed from their bodies, sliding down from Carter's arms, lying straight on the ground, their dilated pupils looking at them, as if they hadn't yet reacted to what was going on.

Everyone shuddered—for a moment they had the illusion that the opposite side was not a desperate fugitive, but a man-eating monster.

The Monks changed their chanting, the light of the Forbidden Circle dimmed, and three fireballs coalesced on the staff and spewed towards Carter.

Carter had no power to stop him, and his whole person was swept up by the heat wave, thrown into the air, and before falling to the ground, the tongue of flame engulfed him.

Enraged, the Templars rushed at him, drawing their swords and aiming them at his heart.

Carter's spiritual sea began to drift, and it took all his willpower to barely roll over—one sword piercing his shoulder blade, and the other stabbing him in the abdomen.

"God forbid, Lord Priest commands the life of the blasphemer. One of the monks withdrew his staff and walked quickly.

He crouched down, closed his eyes, folded his hands, and chanted a hymn to the two dead Templars, praying that their souls would enter bliss under the blessing of the god Osiris.

Then he looked at the heir of the Larson family, who was lying on the ground, covered in burns and bleeding, as if he were afraid that he would suddenly leap up—and after a long time he kicked in disgust, feeling that the lump of flesh under his feet was so heavy that it had contaminated his sheepskin boots.

Then he spotted the ebony staff pressed beneath Carter Larson's body, and tried to pull it out with all his might—the unconscious man still had the strength to clench on to a stick, much to the Monk's chagrin.

He commanded the Templars: "Cut off the hands of sinners!"

At this moment, the closed main entrance of the mansion was opened, and a man in a black robe walked in from the night.