Archmage Tesla harnesses a tamed beast of hell and devours the Squid of the Mind Flayer!

Archmage Tesla's mage tower is actually a demon lord who has bitten the squid ship to death in one bite.

One or two light believers preached with noses and eyes, and many people believed it.

But it was spread that someone found out that something was wrong.

Wait a minute! Why is it that we, as Followers of Light, have come to protect us not from the Cathars, not from the Paladin, but from the Physics Sect of Archmage Tesla?

This is the so-called winning is not terrible, and it is embarrassing to lack anyone.

Believers understand the truth.

After all, isn't the Great Sanctuary more important than the lives of these mortal believers?

However, a grain of sand in the era is a mountain when it falls on the heads of ordinary people.

When the mountain collapsed, it was not the name they had recited in their prayers day and night, nor his messenger, but an outsider.

It's hard to blame their beliefs for shifting.

With the model of the town of light, with those rescued and their relatives at the core, it suddenly seemed good that even if this light was neither holy nor kind.

It is a pity that Archbishop Hibbert has no time to take care of the feelings of these believers.

For him, it didn't matter whether Wren went up and slammed a few lightning strikes to kill the Mind Snatcher troops who dared to divide his troops, or deliberately grabbed the snail ship and fought slowly to train the third generation of disciples, it didn't matter.

The important thing is that the paladins in the front row fell off the chain without accident.

"O god of light! Please give me courage—" A paladin shouted a prayer that he wanted to use a level 3 magic [Heroic Strength] that would make his fighting spirit stronger when he was surrounded by enemies.

Something tragic happened: he felt a feeling of constipation, and he could dimly sense the god of light that he believed in, but the power he had borrowed from the god of light seemed to be stuck in something halfway.

This caused the golden light on his body to flicker so dimly that it had no effect.

You know, when he was forced to unleash this magic spell, he was already under siege.

This magic technique of dropping the chain at a critical time made him doubt his faith at the last moment.

He was soon overwhelmed by the Mind Flayer's controlled beasts.

He is a tragic epitome.

Zoom into the entire battlefield, and the situation becomes serious.

In the face of larger beasts, the paladins must seek extraordinary power, divine magic, as a supplement to their powers.

A paladin without magic is no different from a large warrior.

The priest is even more miserable, without the magic of the priest, the priest's strength has been cut in half.

It is not for nothing that the primary attributes of modern pastors have become perception, strength, and charisma.

However, casting spells requires the priest to wear cloth armor, and when the spell fails and lacks heavy armor to protect himself, the priest becomes vulnerable on the battlefield.

Every priest was told that there was a chance that they would fail to cast the Divine Spell of Light.

The bishops would never give the real reason for the failure of the spell, and would often fool them into saying that they were not religious.

But as the situation on the battlefield becomes more urgent, the more people try to cast the magic, and the more people fail to cast the spell.

This creates a vicious circle.

At first, Wren didn't notice this phenomenon, but it was Flora who reminded him: "Master, the priesthood of the Church of Light has an increasing percentage of failed spell casting. ”

"Huh?" Wren frowned.

Dealing with the matter of the Mind Flayer Jungler Force, there is basically no need for Wren, just teleport the Mage Tower, swallow the Snail Shell Ship, and leave the matter of the town to any legendary disciple.

Wren was able to get a good view of the chaotic battlefield from the side.

He quickly determined that what Flora said was true.

Anyone else wouldn't even notice it, let alone rely on the system to make statistics like Wren.

Countless cursors flashed across Wren's retina.

Wren defines a priesthood who fails to cast a spell as a red label, and a successful one as a green one.

Relying on the system, Wren quickly came up with an astonishing answer - the number of clerics who can cast spells at the same time is constant!

Five hundred!

One is not more, one is not less!

This scene immediately reminded Wren of his own [Physical Network] where the upper limit was stuck!

There are only seven disciples who can obtain almost the highest authority. The number of secondary privileges, or followers who can rub access to enchantments, is also constant.

How similar is this picture!?

This made Wren wonder: "The Church of Light must not have received news from the gods in a hundred years. What sustains the entire church is nothing but a bright version of the [physical web]? ”

This speculation was only uttered by Wren's mouth, which surprised Sophia and Flora around him.

Harry was surprised: "Master, there are more than 500 people in our school who cast spells at the same time!" Barbarossa alone has a large army of mages. ”

Flora glanced at her second senior brother: "The laws of physics taught by Master are the laws of the world, and they are not included in the physics network. The physical network is for us to raise the upper limit of combat power. As long as we are strong enough, theoretically our combat power is unlimited. The physical web just gives us that...... Well, the icing on the cake. ”

The brothers were silent.

But this net of light is the upper limit of the clergy!

It's really damn!

Wren's face sank, and he looked around, his gaze swept over the faces of Harry, Barend, Flora, Sophia, and Margaret one by one: "This is just my personal speculation, and any form of biography is forbidden. Otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind. ”

"Yes!" Not only the disciples, but Ren's own girl also bowed her head and agreed.

Wren stared at the big screen projected by the mage's eye, and his thoughts flew into the distance: "The Church of Light is too stretched." ”

In this battle, I'm sorry for the status of the number one sect in the good camp!

If a denomination's private network is big and strong enough, this kind of mass-produced extraordinary play is obviously the most advantageous.

Once the network cap is locked, then the side that grasps the world's origin law and can directly cast spells will be very advantageous.

Obviously, the Mind Flayer is quite advantageous in this situation.

Their mind control ability is their innate instinct, which is no different from that of human beings eating and drinking.

Even though there is a limit to the number of slaves they can mind control at the same time, they can send slaves to their deaths in batches to consume the enemy's war resources.

No way! No way! The Church of Light wouldn't really pull its crotch like that, would it?

Wren suddenly smiled bitterly: "It can't be done, it's a big Church of Light, and in the end, the killer is actually me Rennes, right?" ”

Isn't this a thigh-hugging thigh, but a real thigh?

Isn't this a lonely?

(End of chapter)