— "O sinner who disobeys God's will, your insignificant splendor is destined to fade away......"

With this voice, Elena's body suddenly shook!

The brilliance on her body is really fading. &{}{}

The paladin staggered and reached out to push her daughter behind her, but the action completely drained her strength, and she supported her body with the long sword in her hand, but eventually fell to her knees. The violent gasp, as if something had completely drained her whole body of strength.

"Abominable ......"

Cecilia gritted her teeth.

She knew that she couldn't just wait, that she couldn't just rely on someone else's protection, and she searched her memories to use a spell. But in her eyes, the rune staff raised by the great shaman made her heart tremble, and the magic runes in her mind rose one by one, but they were disturbed one by one—the legend of the shaman had been ingrained in her heart since childhood, and the fear was deepened, and it had become a knee-jerk reaction.

No, it's not just that.

She knew she was careless...... Seeing Edward, she was almost completely relaxed - she hadn't prepared for magic today. What's more, even if she prepares, the child in her arms has completely become a restriction, and she can't even move her hands flexibly, how can she fight against these dozens of high-level shamans?

After a little hesitation, white fluff appeared on her wrists and cheeks, and her long chestnut head was smeared with a layer of silver. It's just that she knows in her heart that this half-beast appearance can't bring her any combat advantages, at best, it just gives the other party some psychological deterrence......

But apart from this. She also knew she could barely come up with anything meaningful

"Stop!"

She growled under her breath.

This did have some effect.

Dozens of shamans didn't move, but they didn't go on the offensive either—in sight. The changes in Her Royal Highness the princess are clear enough - the half-beast form of the tiger man. It has always been favored by the god of the mountain, and the proof of the divine servant. Although this honor is almost exclusively received by shamans in history, the change in the princess in front of her is still genuine and unquestionable.

This status alone means that she has almost the authority of the Great Shaman, and even goes beyond it, because it is not for mortals to guess who has the grace of God more than her, or the Great Shaman.

"Your Excellency, the god of the mountains admires you. Give you His great power, but you must not abuse it. The great shaman didn't move either, he just raised his head, but his eyes seemed to flash with the luster of two bright moons, which fell on Cecilia, making his words tremble like thunder!

"You can be forgiven for being deceived, but please stop being obsessed!"

"You can't ......"

Cecilia opened her mouth, but her voice suddenly became mute. The whole space seemed to tremble in the voice of the great shaman, and when the words fell, her body was completely paralyzed, like a stone. No matter how the muscles of the body move, they can't even move their little fingers!

"Hold them in custody and let's go. ”

The rune staff in his hand is tiny. In front of the passage leading to the mausoleum, the invisible light dimmed. The brilliance in the great shaman's eyes also slowly subsided, and he exhaled. There was an incomparable gloom and exhaustion in his tone, and even the wrinkles on his face became deeper and more detailed, as if just a short sentence had drained a part of his already small lifespan.

Or maybe it's true, because it wasn't shamanism that he just used to suppress these two girls, but the power that God had given him...... However, exercising the power of God in a mortal body is undoubtedly against the rules of the world, so there must be some price to pay.

But the consequences of compensating for one's own stupidity are rightfully deserved.

After such a failure, it is already the greatest grace to be able to be forgiven by God, and since you can already enjoy eternal life in the kingdom of God, what does it matter if you have more or less life left?

I just hope that there will be time to pass on the necessary inheritance to the successors...... But the three great shamans have already been controlled by that terrible enemy, will His Majesty's anger extend to them? If so, are they going to hand over the secrets that have been passed down from generation to generation to one of the high shamans? But are they too young to inherit them well?

No, this qiē is all arranged by the god of the mountain, we just have to bow down, believe in Him, worship Him, and obey Him. man, did not question the power of the gods.

He hung his head and breathed heavily, but a not-so-harsh sneering sound suddenly raised his gaze.

In my sight, the surrounding light increased a lot in an instant!

It was the shaman's divine shield, but it only showed a luster of form and energy when it resisted attacks......

The great shaman's eyes widened, and he saw that the luster of those spell protections was distorting! A ripple of water swept over the shields of a dozen shamans, and then separated into layers of waves...... Then there was a crackling sound, the torn light exploded, and the more intense flashes flickered on and off, and then stained red by the splash of blood!

The luster was bright and dark, but it was a snap of a finger...... However, the bodies of the eight shamans had been split in half! Most of them, or the smaller half, slid over the other body, and then parted in all directions, rolling and spilling the ground with pungent blood!

The splatters of flesh and blood made the shaman's team suddenly a little chaotic.

As the elite of the shamans, their reactions are quite fast, the magic of protection, the magic of attack, and countless energies are already stirring around - but their biggest mistake has been made, the action of walking towards the passage has made them too close and too close to the paladin! Retreat has become a luxury, and their shields, under the golden sword light, are as fragile as ice chips under the flames!

The paladin's sword had changed hands again, from right to left, still a simple sweep. But a faint golden light spread out behind his back, wielding this simple sword. It turned into a second golden ripple, spreading outward! Blood splattered and turned into a faint green smoke under the hot light, and when the holy warriors stood with their swords, the shamans had already lost a third of their manpower, twenty-seven shamans to sacrifice!

If it's just a simple attack, you probably won't be able to achieve such an effect, right?

Elena clenched the sword in her hand, the pungent smell of blood running through her nostrils. Let her long golden eyebrows furrow tightly - although the words of the great shaman did contain great power, but it was still far from completely suppressing her - but the enemy was outnumbered, and the magic and martial arts were different, and if some means were not used, it was almost impossible to inflict great damage on these dozens of spellcasters!

Deliberately showing weakness, although it is a very simple strategy, it is really useful.

But if it was my previous self, I am afraid that this kind of deceptive behavior would never be possible, right? A kind of stratagem that the priests had taught the paladins? No, it was just a ruse, learned from Edward, insidious and cunning. Do it all!

Before you know it, the guy ...... It's already infiltrated into my own mind.

She gritted her teeth slightly.

Although the sneak attack was successful, it wiped out half of the opponent's strength in one fell swoop. But the current situation is really not optimistic...... If she had faced the situation alone. The Great Shaman still has to be considered, but at least it can be a bit of a confrontation. But with the addition of his own daughter, and the princess, and her son, the power was ......

With all of Aielel's power, this might not be a difficult one.

However, the Blazing Divine Servant is getting weaker and weaker...... As a one-hearted descendee, Elena knew her changes to the heart. It was a wound on her soul, almost impossible to heal on her own, so she didn't want to put Ariele under any more pressure until Edward found a way to separate the two.

Now it seems that there is no other way.

The flat-ended long sword thrusts forward - the luster on the sword body extends forward, drawing a slender and magnificent sword shadow in the space.

There was a thud, and the shadow of the sword pierced into a rising cyan halo, and the golden band of light stretched forward like a soldering iron pierced into the butter, but the cyan halo was incomparably deep, cutting the golden light layer by layer, and finally, less than a foot away from the great shaman, the light flame finally dimmed and disappeared.

The supreme shaman didn't see it, but just raised the totemic staff in his hand. Let out a high-pitched roar!

The roar was so loud that it shook the rocks in the tunnel into countless gray powders......

Elena narrowed her eyes, and in her pupils, a golden luster loomed, allowing her to clearly see that a layer of invisible energy was converging from all directions, and the intensity of that energy shocked her heart! And at this moment, the energy had been established layer by layer!

Worst!

She immediately realized that she had made a stern mistake - she had misjudged the power of this great shaman, the magic power around him was not strong, but now it seemed that he was able to invoke the power of the magic circle in the entire temple! For such a dangerous opponent, she should not have tried to interfere at all, but should have done his best......

If you concentrate your efforts, you should be able to break through several of these barriers, but how......

Her thoughts snapped, and Cecilia's pupils dilated, reflecting a scene that shook her heart...... A small black burqa, at some point, was already at the edge of her field of vision, running towards the passage behind her!

Mia!

……

"Hmm......"

Edward's body trembled slightly...... He scanned the space around him suspiciously, but he didn't find any suspicious existence - countless unnamed plants meandered and stretched, constructing an incomparably tight plant system, completely obscuring the field of vision, and when he looked up, there was a lot of green, which made people feel frightened, and it seemed that a cool breeze was spreading around him.

But where does the spirit body come from, let alone the coolness.

Shaking his head subconsciously, he slowly rose upward. Passed through the thinning treetops...... So, a vast color. It filled his field of vision.

The endless green is as rich as felt, stretching out into view towards the horizon. But the sky was not blue, but a vast gloom. Sunlight-like rays fall from a thick gray color. There are no converging light sources. And looking around, the thick green in the field of vision also has speckled discordant darkness - thick rocks, from the endless forest sea, composed one by one

That must be the graveyard of shamans, right?

There are so many of them, there are at least fifty or sixty places as far as the eye can see, and the gray spots hidden in the green in the distance are even more dotted...... Such a quantity, such an area. With his current degree of wanting to investigate them one by one, even if he looks at them, it is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, not to mention that he does not know much about the situation of the great shaman he is looking for.

He once shone brightly, but for a short time, he became an unspeakable monster, and the three shamans gave up their quarrel. Fight together against a common enemy. They chased him until the far west, unrecorded land, eventually. They killed him and brought him back here...... His grave was carved with traces of eternity, abandoned in the distant land of abandonment. It's just a simple track......"

He silently recited those few records in his mind, but he couldn't find too many clues from this sea of forests—the vast woodland was boundless. Even if you want to determine its center, it is not ...... Simple?

As if mocking his calculations. There is an obvious target in the field of vision - in the center of the forest, there is a small bright color, where the dense forest has stopped and spreading, as if guarding a fine grass lawn.

And in the center of this small clearing, there stands a pillar that is pitch black throughout.

"What is this?

Edward approached the thing and took a closer look.

About a hug thick, it was still carved from pure smoky stex, but the surface of the massive pillar was not smooth, but was covered with elaborate carvings—the tower was about thirty feet tall and a slender cone, and every two feet in height was divided into a flat surface and inlaid with a relief.

His gaze swept over the black totem pole, and then slowly rose.

The content of the picture is not complicated, the image of the blue wolf, the white deer or the golden eagle as the main body, is placed in a variety of pictures, the transformation is complex and simple, but the crowd, fire, river or monster are the most common decorations...... That is to praise the life of every supreme shaman, and at the bottom, there will be a rune, although Edward does not know it, but he can roughly see that it is the name - the paragraphs are long and short, but there are only five runes at most, and the most paragraphs are only four lines, obviously except for the name, there will be no such pattern.

If there is a pattern, you can guess.

"First of all, how was the location of each mausoleum determined?"

His gaze turned around him, spreading in a circle, whispering to himself at the tip of the distant rock that had turned into a blur of gray shadows.

In fact, it may not be difficult to speculate - because those closer mausoleums are a little low in scale, and time has left indelible traces of weathering at the tip of the tombstone, and back on the totem pole, less than half a distance from the bottom, it is just a blank.

The blank space is reserved for latecomers, and the order of time is naturally top-down, and the position of comprehension is centered on this stone pillar, arranged in a radial circle from the inside to the outside, because the number of the closest group of mausoleums is eight, and then extends to ten, twelve, fourteen, and the ingenuity is that if you look from the direction of the picture, the tips of those mausoleums will appear in the center of the field of vision, and the seemingly scattered layout is actually with a simple and precise law!

"Next, it's our protagonist......"

Edward raised an eyebrow. Simple counting.

If the eight tombs of the first ring are the first and second generations of great shamans, then by this example, the great shaman who lived hundreds of years ago will not be too high from the ground. After a careful search, he had already seen an obvious defect on the smoky quartz stele.

There was a smooth, untraced smoky quartz that looked like a flat blank, but it wasn't the lowest end, and the ten pieces of smoky quartz around it were all carved with patterns.

That's him, right?

But when I looked in that direction, there was no trace of the mausoleum...... Even as if it was dodging, there was a blank space at the subtle angle in that direction, and the position of the several rings of reliefs below did not know whether consciously or unconsciously, avoiding this direction!

The spirit's fingers touched the plane slightly, and Edward's eyes flashed with silver.

Countless voices came from his fingers and rushed into the minds of the spirits, like a turbulent river where pictures and sounds converged, Edward looked closely, narrowed the scope a little bit, and finally found a little trace from it-"Your name will be drowned in death, your deeds will be wiped out, you will be sealed under the bottom forever, you ......"

It seems that it is really troublesome,

If you go underground, your body doesn't matter, but it's not easy to find a place (to be continued!).

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