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It was like a muffled thunder exploding in space, and the terrible roar made everyone around them reflexively cover their ears, but unfortunately, before they could move, a circle of flying ripples had already rippled in the air.

Sonic boom.

The attacker let out a terrible scream, but neither he nor the people around him could hear it, and thin lines of blood seeped out of his facial features, making him frantically swing the long sword in his hand to try to kill the people around him, but the staggering step made the effort even more ridiculous!

"What are you waiting for!Kill him!"

The final command passed through the buzzing tinnitus caused by the sonic boom, and finally awakened the courage in everyone's hearts. The four young paladins raised their swords at the same time, roaring and charging towards the staggering enemy! Although the latter tried to resist with his sword, the violent sound waves at close range had completely destroyed his tripartite canal, and his unbalanced body could not even stand, let alone dodge any attacks.

The first sword stabbed head-on, quickly, but somewhat weak, and the assailant struck it aside with a wave of his armour, but then the second sword drew a semicircle in the air and slashed heavily at his shoulder!

"Die!"

Terry gritted his teeth fiercely, his eyes reddened, and he slammed his longsword back and stabbed forward, sending a tiny spark on the opponent's back armor, burrowing into the gap under the shoulder armor, and blasting the man into the snow with a thud, smashing a cloud of snow mist. Finally, another young priest rounded the hammer. Slammed into the helmet that struggled to lift, causing him to stop struggling completely.

The battle is finally over.

Everyone finally had time to turn around and look at the 'Ilmat's Cultivator' who had given the command, and at this time they had noticed the last one. That is, the enemy who rushed straight in front of him was standing in front of the 'Karen' - the paladin's hands were raised high, but the silver luster was fading from the sword he was trying to slash, and finally the sword slipped from his feeble hands and slammed into his helmet with a thud, leaving him completely limp.

But it still didn't fall.

Because a stick was being raised diagonally. Supported his chin.

The seemingly ordinary wooden stick passed through the gap between the lower edge of the helmet and the shoulder armor - in order to ensure the versatility of the standard armor and the convenience of wearing the helmet, the size of some parts of the standard armor was inevitably wide, so the moment the body was stretched and ready to slash, a small gap appeared in the neck defense, although it was only a narrow slit two or three fingers wide, but for a wooden stick with the thickness of one hand. It's just enough too. And as long as it was aimed at the gap, the force of the forward charge would naturally cause the attacker to shatter his own throat bone, and the terrible sting and ensuing suffocation were enough to send him to his god.

This may seem like a no-brainer, but in reality?

"Quick, healing!"

The threat of death finally faded over everyone's heads, and chaos descended. Several young people wept or shouted frantically. Helplessly looking at the qi qi around him, fortunately there were some useful among them, and the two chanting voices sounded at the same time, and the gentle holy light stopped the blood spraying on the necks of the two people, and healed the wounds.

Unfortunately, of the two people who were healed, only the luckiest guy managed to save a life - he was the last to be attacked, and the more reaction time allowed him to deviate a little at the last moment, and this smaller wound made him lose less blood. But even so, it was impossible for him to recover his combat strength for a while.

"Elevate his legs so that the blood can flow back to the heart. Or it could be better. And somebody, who brought salt, mixed some water into the water and gave him to drink, so that he could drink a little more. That calm voice suppressed all the chaos, and for a moment the surroundings were silent, and everyone was looking at the gray robe that came over. The expression on his face was almost filled with some adoration.

The battle just now was arguably the most dangerous of all of their lives so far. It was a real life-and-death fight, compared to the usual things like dealing with bandits, and if it weren't for this man, they would have all been turned into corpses by now - it can be said that those three enemies were defeated by him alone. It only used a fire strike and a sonic boom.

Several people immediately began to mix salt water. But the Psychic Warlock had no interest in paying attention to the wounded, and went straight to the last of his enemies.

The attack also had to use the ability of the unfamiliar magic system, and his movements were a little difficult to keep his hands, and the guy who was hit by the flame strike before was probably already roasted, and the wooden stick also pierced the throat of another unlucky guy, but fortunately, the only remaining guy was hit in the head with a hammer, but he was still alive.

"Who do you serve?" Picking up the hapless fellow and pulling off his helmet, the Psychic Warlock staring at his godless eyes, silver gleaming in them.

Although he had guessed that these guys should have some ability, otherwise it would be impossible to kill dozens of times the opponent even if they were plotted, but now it seems that these people are even stronger than he imagined. Just one person entering the team has already caused a disaster, of course, a big reason here is just the lack of battlefield experience of those young people, but that strange ability is still terrifying.

The movements that cross the limits of the human body are somewhat like additions, but the actions can be added, but the neural response system is not so easy to jump fast, so if you want to fight in close quarters with smooth and swift movements, it is definitely impossible. If you contact the mutations that have been born in them...... The silver half-moon luster was enough for those who knew the inside story to deduce a lot of things.

For example, if it's the effect of time addition.

"We, of course, are for the sole master, we are his believers, his humble servants. ”

The bloodied captive uttered a hoarse and cracked voice, and unexpectedly, his head was struck, and he was able to maintain his consciousness: "Heretics, you are really unlucky. You are still indulged in those lies, but you are also lucky, because His Majesty will sweep the world and bring all the qiē into his grasp, He is the true God. He is the One, He is the King of the gods, He is the Sovereign Monarch......"

"You traitor, do you know what you're doing?" The muttering voice seemed to have a magical power, and the few young people around him couldn't help but be stunned, and they shook their heads vigorously before they finally got rid of the strange voice. Then he was furious: "You have betrayed His Majesty Tyr......"

"The remnant god is nothing but a hypocritical liar!" the captive laughed and interrupted his roar, "You know nothing, you can't do anything, so you will only be deceived by him." Those who claim to be gods, play with power, spread lies, and I was once deceived. But once you know the truth, you will choose to abandon his false teachings, just like me! There is only one god in this world who can be worshipped, and that is the great ...... Poof!"

The last sound didn't come from his throat, but from his head.

The skull exploded into scattered flesh in an instant. So all the secrets were reduced to nothingness.

"O shackles to the soul...... Well, yes, he didn't know I was here......" The Psychic nodded slightly, then turned around, "Let's go, it's almost there, and it doesn't seem like there's enough time." ”

"But ......"

"It's dangerous to stay here. No one knows what will happen. Take them, take the corpses, it's time for us to go. ”

"But ......"

That man's order made the young priest and the paladin unable to make up their minds for a while. They stared blankly at each other, and then the oldest priest spoke again to try to argue—but in an instant it was like an earthquake, and the whole ground, nay, as if the whole space was shaking. Let him tremble and bite his tongue, and he couldn't help but scream. A few people around looked around in a panic, and finally raised their eyes in a few surprises. I saw the sky not far away. A dazzling light lit up.

To be precise, it was a glorious rune.

The fist-sized light source continued and steady, making it impossible to see what the vague runes in it were, but when it rose, the originally clear winter sky seemed to have two suns, and it suddenly became warm. Countless hazy mist swirled in the light, emitting a multicolored sheen, and then a buzzing sound came from the north, a sound that was a bit like a swarm of bees flapping its wings, but it soon became more and more grandiose.

"The ceremony has already begun, and if we stay any longer, we will only be able to watch the excitement from afar, if you want that, stop here. The cold voice of the Psychic Warlock pierced the hesitation in everyone's minds, and they finally chose to obey, and the man who followed began to run forward.

The Psychic sighed in his heart.

If he could, he didn't actually want to go with him, but since the enemy hadn't saved his life yet, some proper cover was necessary.

The final leg of the journey was extraordinarily short.

It only took a mere two or three hourglass scales, that is, more than ten minutes...... The group had already seen the destination. Climbing over a high mountain beam, the qiē in front of them made everyone stop and even hold their breath.

The humming sound had expanded into a rumbling roar, like thunder from the distant sky, but it was the crash of the rocks that actually caused them—a hazy mist shrouded the qiē in front of them, and milky white smoke rose from the flat valley beneath the mountains, and countless tentacles slowly fluttered under the light of the sky...... When the eye is fixed on it, you can see what is crumbling behind the smoke - the shadow forms a shadow like the earth, but the shadow is being torn and twisted by the cracks of the light at a degree visible to the naked eye, and it is breaking and crumbling into countless fragments with a loud bang!

This qiē was like a hallucination, and it suddenly came to life when everyone stepped on the top of the slope in front of them, without warning.

What an amazing scene?

But everyone, as if they had forgotten their surprise, their gaze resting only on the soft light, watching it tear a little bit in the dense fog to symbolize the physical ground in the center of the field of vision. The light condensed in the center, smearing the mist, turning them into a pale golden plane like a sea of clouds, and in the thick fog, an illusory could be faintly seen. A gate that glows with a soft golden glow.

The longer the gaze lingers on this spectacle, the clearer it seems to become...... On the door, there are countless delicate ornaments carved on the door, and even those that linger on the door, swaying like a soft golden light like water. There was also a golden staircase in front of the door, which seemed to have stretched all the way to the front of everyone.

It is the gate of the kingdom of heaven.

“...... He is the true God, He is the One, He is the King of the gods, He is the Sovereign Monarch...... Believe in Him!"

That's it. As they gazed at the door, a voice whispered slowly to everyone's heart, and every word shocked them...... It's as crisp as a bell, full of seductive beauty. Let them recite with their followers until the indifferent human voice pierces everyone's ears: "That is the temptation of evil." Gather your will! Resist it!"

The voice was so cold and hard that it pierced into the ears and into the mind like an ice hammer, a sword with frost magic, making everyone who heard it tremble subconsciously.

But it is this coldness that can awaken the hearts of those who are deluded.

The young people hunched their shoulders. The eyes flickered, and then the magnificent qiē qiē disappeared in the blink of an eye, and there was still a diffuse mist in front of him, illuminated by the shining symbols in the sky, but it was no longer the kind of orange-red morning glow that made people happy, but pale, diffuse, and so thick that it could not be dissolved, slowly wriggling, like a pool of slowly flowing water. And those beautiful ones are qiē...... The beautiful gate. The intricate ornamentation, the majestic hall, the soft golden light and the staircase that stretched in front of the eyes had all disappeared without a trace in that cold war.

"That's ...... Hallucinations?"

Several young men stared at the mist in disbelief, even though they had woken up from the spectacle. But a huge and inexplicable feeling of loss slowly rose in my heart, 'Did I see the gate of the kingdom of God?' 'Is it because of that voice just now that I was expelled from the kingdom of God?' 'Will there be no possibility of entering it again?'

"We ...... Are we going to go inside?"

Terry spoke.

The original rumbling whistling sound on the horizon seemed to stop in an instant, and the sound became so clear and audible in this environment where the needle could be heard that the young man couldn't help but have a feeling that the cold hairs on his back stood upright, and his voice trembled a little- He looked at the guy with a thoughtful expression on his face, but he was slowly taking steps, and the indifference on the other person's face that was completely inconsistent with his age made him angry, but whether he wanted to question the other party forcefully whether he knew what the situation was facing, and whether he had everyone's safety in mind...... As long as he remembered the battle before a few hourglass scales, the strength, judgment, and spell-casting ability that that person showed at that time, his questions were stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.

"This fog is just an illusion, and although we can't crack it now, we can not be tempted by it as long as we have the right mind. Also, it should be to disguise what is going on in it. The Psychic Warlock replied indifferently, he reached out a finger and dipped it in his mouth, then held it up, "You guys follow me one by one, it doesn't look so safe here." ”

In fact, the safest thing should be to stand on this mountain beam and not go inside, right?

The Psychic Sorcerer thought to himself in his heart, and then manifested a tower of psionic will. He didn't even choose to invoke his psychic power, although it should be able to better protect these people around him, but in fact, he knew that the heavenly scene he saw in everyone's eyes just now was not an illusion, just a moment of light and shadow formed by the accidental distortion of space and hitting the mist.

But just a moment of communication was enough for the energy of the heavenly realm to seep out and affect the minds of the people on the main material plane, so it can be seen that although the previous guys were hostile, they didn't tell a lie.

Connecting the Divine Domain to the Main Material Plane?

It's a ...... idea Interesting, huh?

This time, who is behind such a huge plan, Pandorian Ryan, or Lansendel? But if so, why are Tyr's men summoned this time? Could it be that Tyr, like Lansendel, has been infected by the power of the Ancient Evil?

The Psychic Warlock furrowed his brow slightly.

Right now, the mist was slowly surging up with a hundredfold intensity, like a ravine, opening huge gaps on both sides, and shadowy people appeared in it...... It only took a few breaths for the figures to turn from virtual to real, and they lined up out of the mist.

There were not many of them, only a dozen of them, but they were some familiar figures—David Lanion, the chief priest of the Temple of Tyre in Resttrick City, was in a radiant spirit, although his appearance looked almost the same as before when he was less than an hourglass, but his back, which was originally slightly bowed, was straight, and the kind smile on his face seemed to smooth out those vertical and horizontal wrinkles a little, and the blush of excitement spread across his face, as if he was at least a dozen years younger. He strode out of the narrow room among the clouds with a few priests and a few paladins, each step seemed to carry the sound of wind and thunder.

"Very well, you are already here?" his gaze swept over the group of young people, and the direction on his face became even kinder: "Then, come with me, you will witness a great miracle next!"