Chapter 52: The Oath of the Priesthood

An obscure smile appeared at the corner of Mino's mouth, a little bitter, a little clear.

For such a situation, Mino had expected it for a long time, but he didn't expect that when such a situation really appeared in front of him, it would be so unacceptable.

The joy of ignorance only lasted for a moment, and after following the gaze of Mino and a few others to notice the traces of demons lurking in the shadows, the huge number made the smiles on the corners of their mouths instantly freeze.

Almost subconsciously, everyone ran to the gate of the temple, and more than sixty embarrassed teenagers crowded into this small place, trying to use the number of companions to dispel the fear in their hearts.

But they failed.

The demons were intimidated by the power of that scroll, but as the power passed, the thirst for fresh flesh and the hostility to the light once again overcame the small fear in the demon's head, and they stepped out of the shadows again.

Hundreds, or thousands, demons appeared in the field of vision of the trialists one after another, and the red glow emitted by the scarlet demonic calamity was almost connected into a red light curtain, and in front of an army of demons of this size, the trialists gathered together were like a small white pebble by a quiet stream.

Eye-catching, but negligible.

Such a reality, the huge pressure can almost make people break down in an instant, if the opponent is a human who can accept surrender instead of a demon who kills people on sight, I am afraid that someone has already knelt on the ground and surrendered.

So it's a good thing that the enemy is a demon.

Glancing around at the looks of his companions, Mino thought to himself.

Maybe there was still a little bit of fear caused by the magic scroll before, or maybe it was the fluctuation of the holy light emitted from the gate of the temple that made the demons feel uncomfortable, and these demons actually rarely did not pounce on the attack directly, but walked towards the gate of the temple step by step, or the trialists, like a walk.

The most frightening thing is not the arrival of death, but the prelude to the arrival of death.

Step by step, the Trialists watched the demons slowly move forward, as if they saw the Grim Reaper's scythe slowly falling towards them, until everyone could roughly calculate the time of their death.

The fear of death is amplifying in the hearts of the trialists, and if this continues, even if the enemy is a demon who will never accept surrender, I am afraid that some people's hearts will break down and give up resistance.

All the people stood up.

"Since we have been given a holy office, it is up to us to do everything in our power to practice the spirit of God. ”

Clariel stepped out and stood in front of them all, singing aloud this proverb written on the title page of the Ordination of the Priesthood, entitled The Oath of the Priesthood.

"Worship the way of the Holy Light, strictly discipline the deeds of benevolence, and do grace on behalf of God. ”

While the others were still stunned by Clarell's actions, Mino smiled slightly, and stepped out as well, standing beside Claire, reciting the next line of the proverbs with a solemn expression.

"Hold the sword of justice!" "Hold the spear of sacrifice!" "Hold the hammer of valor!" "Bear the axe of glory!"

Another group of people stood up, their expressions fanatical and solemn, chanting the book of Proverbs.

"Kindness is the armor!" "Honesty is the helmet!"

"Faith is my mind!" "Humility is my body!"

The proverbs were sung, and everyone stood up, with no more fear on their faces, and their expressions were firm and fanatical, and the spirit of the priesthood, which had been passed down for thousands of years, reappeared in them.

"Maintain benevolence, drive away cruelty, fight for the living, and avenge the dead!"

Looking at the demons who had terrified them a second ago, the Trialists, no, the clergymen raised their swords and roared in the sky:

"Fight for the living, avenge the dead!"

At this moment, everyone forgot their name, their identity, their own life and death, and now they have only one name in common: the priesthood!

As the priests roared loudly, the demons swooped down on the priests as if enraged, sacrificing their lives and launching a final assault.

The tide called the devil is surging again!

In the face of the attack of the demons, the priests were not chaotic, with the temple gate as the center, and put on a defensive formation that they had been practicing for a long time.

With a roar, half of the clergy who were separated by each other took a light step and slashed down with all their might, slashing the demon metal that rushed to the front, while the other half held their long swords in their hands and watched the attacking demons vigilantly, ready to kill those who were lucky enough to survive.

The long sword was withdrawn, and the clergy tacitly attacked and defended differently, the person who was originally in charge of covering stepped forward and slashed as hard as the former, while the retreating person took the time to calm the chaotic breath of the full force while being ready to cover at any time.

Back and forth, watching each other, while maintaining defense, the greatest possible time for everyone participating in the battle to get a gap to rest and adjust, under the support of death and faith, the clergy who have never practiced the formation together, perfectly show the way of the battle.

Just like those veterans who have lived on the battlefield for a long time.

Standing in the battle array, driven by the unimaginably perfect battle array cooperation of his companions, even if Mino has not learned the application of the battle array because he is a year, he can instinctively follow everyone and play his role in the battle array appropriately.

In a trance, Mino seemed to understand the reason why the Supreme God Cult would sacrifice their apprentices to send their apprentices to this underground labyrinth to participate in the templar trials.

It is to let the apprentices hone everything that a priesthood should have under the experience of life and death.

Tenacious will, keen perception, fighting strength, battle skills, and a brave heart that can fight even in desperate situations.

This is the true meaning of the Templar Trial.

Thinking of this, Mino's mouth opened and a big smile appeared.

As the inheritor of the brave, it is impossible to lack the heart of courage or something.

Thinking like this, Mino waved the meteorite in his hand with all his might, slashing one demon after another under his sword.

Time passed little by little, and the demons were like the tides in the ocean, no matter how much the priests slaughtered, they always killed them endlessly.

Everyone was sad to find that no matter how hard they fought, the number of demons they had to face every second was still constant, and what everyone did was just repeating a mechanical movement with no end in sight.

The spirit stirred up by the proverbs of the oath of the priesthood slowly fell back to calm, and the physical strength was also on the verge of the limit in the continuous battles, and the healing potions and spiritual reserves were also depleted, and there were still ten minutes before the temple reopened.

The desperate situation has finally arrived.

Among the clergy who have been supporting each other and trying to save everyone's life, the first person to die has appeared.

It was the group random teleportation scroll that saved Tom, and just now he used a group attack magic scroll of no less than level five to win time for everyone to form a battle formation and regain strength, and it seems that he is a descendant of an earl named Pierre or Pi.

After all the scrolls and magic items were exhausted, he fought until he was exhausted, and then finally a demon took his life by an inadvertent one.

It was a third-level demon lurking in a bunch of first-level and second-level demons, and he cautiously followed his weak companions to act, contrary to the normal demon without showing his strength, taking advantage of Pierre's slack when he withdrew his sword, he struck a blow and pulled the poor guy's heart out of his chest.

Pierre's death was like a signal, and with his death, several more exhausted priests were killed by demons one after another.

With their deaths, the originally perfect semi-circular defensive battle formation inevitably began to have holes, and what was even more fatal was the collapse of everyone's confidence.

With the passage of time, everyone's originally high fighting spirit gradually fell into a trough, and the shaking was inevitable to reappear in everyone's hearts, and the death of his companion at this time was undoubtedly worse.

The brink of collapse resurfaced, and at this time, it was only three minutes before the appearance of the way out.

The only spiritual encouragement has already been used, not to mention whether it can be effective if it is used again, in fact, because of the battle with the demons, there is no free time for the leader to perform this trick.

At this point, there is nothing else that can help you except your own willpower.

Everyone knows this, so everyone gritted their teeth and struggled to maintain the existence of a defensive battle array full of holes.

At this moment, life is like a year.

Mino's mechanical wielding the great sword in his hand, cutting off the heads of one demon after another, the time he had been staring at was no longer able to observe, so that when the door of the temple opened, Mino almost didn't react.

"Run!"

The moment the door opened, the strong holy light erupted from the door, making all the demons stunned for a moment, and they didn't know if they were shouting, and the priests who had been struggling until the last moment burst out with their last strength and rushed towards the temple desperately.

Mino, of course, was the same, but just as he turned around and ran for his life, the scene of his eyes inadvertently passing over made him hesitate.

It was the leader who stood at the front and accidentally injured his leg: Clarell, the demons were stunned for a little while, and if he were alone, there would be no way to rush into the temple gate alive.

To save or not to save?

The question only crossed his mind for a moment, and Mino immediately gave the answer, and he stopped, turned and ran towards Clarell, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

"Quick, Clarell, I'll hold you, and we'll leave alive together. ”

Putting his hand on Mino's shoulder, Clarrell took advantage of Mino's help and ran towards the gate of the temple, which symbolized vitality, and he patted Mino's shoulder gratefully and asked:

"Thanksgiving, I remember, you should be called Mino, right? ”

"Well, I'm Mino. ”

As the voice was answered, Mino focused all on trying to escape, completely oblivious to the smile on Claire's face the moment he heard his answer.

"Since that's the case, then I'm relieved. ”

As the words fell, a sharp dagger pierced Mino's chest, and looking at the blood-stained hand holding the dagger, Mino's eyes widened and his pupils filled with disbelief.

"Clarell, you, why are you ............"