Chapter 558: Prayer in the Holy Spirit Temple, New Magic
Dejia, Nailuoshan, the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Temple.
This is a place without sunlight, even more resistant to all light sources than the demonic plane known as the "source of darkness". In the air, densely floating gray particles are like a curtain, connecting the sky and the earth. Starting from the dark rot, directly to the high altitude
Lead-colored clouds filled the air, covering everything, forming a seemingly eternal polar night, just like the underworld in this world.
Even the most ferocious undead, the most irrational ghost, and the most unruly Dracolich will become trembling when they set foot in this world, as if they are the humblest dust, and dare not make any noise or disrespect. Because in ordinary life,
Those who dare to offend the divine power will end up being bound in the hundred-meter-high crystal pillar in front of the Holy Spirit Temple, enduring the burning fire from the Nine Netherworld and the Underworld day and night, and will not be able to escape for thousands of years.
Except for the Patriarch of Death, who is the spokesman of the God of Death on earth, no one has the power to fly on Mount Naraku. The Holy Spirit Temple calls this "the humility that must be maintained in the face of holy death" and strictly abides by it to this day. So even if it is a death sermon
As the head priest of the Holy Spirit Temple, every time he goes in and out of Naraku, unless there is an emergency and he uses the teleportation door, he can only leave on foot.
Although such time-consuming, labor-intensive, and even seemingly absurd rules have been secretly ridiculed by the Necromancer Alliance, the Holy Spirit Temple still strictly adheres to it, as if it is observing the most important commandments.
The main hall of the Holy Spirit Temple is located on the highest peak of Mount Naraku, but it will only be opened in rare circumstances. And every time the hall is opened, there will be a heavy and thunderous bell ringing ten times in the sky. It will ring throughout the countryside and even
It can be heard throughout Dejia.
Under the main hall is the prayer room of the Patriarch of Death. It is an ordinary stone room that looks small and cramped in appearance, and is extremely inconsistent with the identity of the owner of the room.
The stone house is always open.
Directly visible from the outside, an old figure prostrates himself with his back to the door, silently praying to the black inverted cross held high on the wall inside the house.
It's like this all the time, every day, every month, every year...
No one dared to disturb that seemingly unmoved figure.
Even Jie Xiu or the more mysterious "Holy Son" would kneel down outside the stone house and pray in a low voice whenever he came here.
Of course, there was only dead silence and silence in response to them every time, but every time the two giants of the Holy Spirit Temple were able to get some kind of unspeakable instructions from this silence.
And this was the answer of the Patriarch of Death.
Today, the Death Preacher came outside the stone house again, taking off the noble priest's robe he wore in the past, and replaced it with a straw robe made of withered rose vines, exposing his back. He looked ashamed.
"Holy Death Patriarch, although I am ashamed, I must still make my deepest repentance to you. Just the day before yesterday, we sent to the 'Forest of Black Embers' to rule that the action of the dark heretic Davidson failed. Including level 14
Priest Lloyd, devout vampire believer Marquis Santan, and the executioners of the 'Inquisition' were all killed. The target Davidson not only escaped unscathed, but later killed the escaped Dark Lord in the ancient elf ruins.
, and use this to completely gain the trust and acceptance of the Necromancer Alliance..."
Kneeling on the hard and rough rock, with his hands on his hands and his forehead touching the rock, the death preacher stated in a low voice.
Because he did not use any Holy Death Power to protect his body, when the strong wind with a strong smell of decay blew from the mountain peaks, Jie Xiu couldn't help but tremble slightly. It didn't take long for the Death Preacher's skin to have many dense patches.
The black spots are gradually spreading and getting bigger, like the peel of a rapidly decaying fruit.
That is the terrible erosion of the wind of death in Mount Naraku.
"In addition, according to secret reports within the alliance, recently, the necromancers once again desecrated the majesty of our god. They also extended their dirty hands into the sacred realm of death and deciphered the third-level magic of my Holy Spirit Temple.'
Chant of the Holy Spirit'. Later, the undead warlock copied the inferior third-level magic and named it 'Davidson's Death Care'. It can be seen that the dark heretic Davidson also played a vital, even decisive role in this incident.
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"So, although I have just experienced a huge failure of losing three important believers, I still think that the previous decision to make the dark heretic Davidson the key target of judgment was not wrong. Furthermore, considering that Luo was killed in the Coliseum,
Trigo and the Ghost Dragon Messenger, Davidson alone has caused the Holy Spirit Temple to lose five strong men. This number even exceeds the total of the past hundred years. Therefore, I still solemnly request that we continue to increase our strength and
Invest in intelligence and be sure to eliminate this heresy as soon as possible..."
The mountain wind roared, and the death preacher's prayers sounded like ghosts whimpering, intermittent, and vaguely visible.
But as before, Patriarch Death did not give any response to Jie Xiu's confession and prayers. He just looked at the reverse cross in the stone house and prayed.
After a long time, as if he had received some kind of metaphor, Jie Xiu stood up slowly, bowed deeply to the Patriarch's back, and then retreated silently.
And it wasn't until the Death Evangelist walked far away that another figure shrouded in a misty gray slowly climbed up the mountain where the stone house was located from another direction, came to the back of the Death Patriarch, and lay down silently...
...A month later, the headquarters of the Necromancer Alliance, the experimental site on the mountainside of the "Bottomless Deep Spring".
Mrs. Dorothy had just completed a preliminary qualitative and quantitative analysis of the new third-level necromancy spell "Davidson's Death Care", and was about to submit a magic report detailing the plan to vigorously promote it among the high-level magicians in the alliance, but she saw
Negusta and Hyjal came together in a hurry.
"Sir, what's the matter...?" Rarely, the faces of the two extreme masters were filled with excitement, and Dorothy couldn't help but wonder.
"Don't ask any more questions. Take me to Davidson." Hejal waved his hand, interrupting his capable subordinate's question.
"Yes!" Not daring to say anything more, Dorothy immediately took the two of them to Davidson's laboratory.
"Please come in."
As if he had been waiting for a long time, when he saw Negusta and Hejal coming to the door at the same time, Moriarty smiled and invited them in. Seeing that Hejal had no objection, he asked Mrs. Dorothy, who looked curious, to stay.
"Is what you said in the summons true?" Hejal asked hurriedly before he could sit down.
"Yes." Without any hesitation, Moriarty took out a scroll and placed it on the table.
I saw that the scroll had three progressive colors of white, gray and black as the base, forming circles spiraling upward on the surface of the scroll. Looking at it for a long time, people unconsciously had the illusion of dizziness. It was like a spiral coil.
Is there any special power in it that can attract people's hearts and minds?
And from inside the scroll, a complex energy fluctuation slowly spread out.
The people around him were all senior magicians, and they immediately discerned from them three powers with completely different attributes: darkness, necromancer, and element. However, they were integrated into a whole in an orderly manner, showing a different kind of beauty of magical order.
But there is no doubt about one thing. A magic scroll with such a complex structure should already be in the fourth level category.
"This is!?"
Seeing the scroll, Negusta, who was usually calm, no longer had the reserve and grace of a super strong man, so he grabbed it before Hyjal could. He immediately used his spiritual power to sense it carefully.
"Please sit down first."
Looking at Hejal who was a little embarrassed due to his slow movements, Moriarty smiled and handed a report that was dozens of pages thick into the other person's hands.
Dorothy, who was standing nearby, cast a hidden glance and saw the title of the report written in bold font:
"On the analysis of "the dead are speechless" and the possible derivation of the ban on large-scale magical arts"
"What!?"
As if she was struck by lightning for an instant, Dorothy was stunned on the spot. She didn't even hear Hejal cough lightly in her ear.
How is it possible? In just one month, he just borrowed the "Speechless Dead" scroll and interpreted it once. Davidson actually created a miracle again. Not only did he decipher a fourth-level magic, he also successfully deduced a magic spell that could ban gods on a large scale.
A fourth-level spell!? Could it be that it is the beloved child of magic and luck, so that it can do such incredible things!?
For a long time, Mrs. Dorothy was immersed in a sense of absurd unreality. Until Hyjal and Negusta exchanged scrolls and magic reports respectively, and asked a series of questions to the creator of the new spell.
"According to your theory, the 'Speechless Dead' relies on the comprehensive effect of 'air blockade' in a large area, plus 'infrasonic interference', and 'the power of death repels the six mighty forces of nature' to greatly improve the magic summons.
To achieve the effect of sealing the demon? Can you explain your idea in detail?" After hurriedly browsing the report, Negusta summarized it roughly.
"Yes."
Moriarty nodded. But without further explanation immediately, he began to cast a spell to summon the first-level necromancy "Negative Energy Guard" in front of the three of them in the most orthodox way.
Half a minute later, as Moriarty finished reciting the spell, a protective circle of negative energy was summoned, surrounding the caster.
"As you can see, if metamagic techniques or other 'casting levers' are excluded, all magic involves several basic key elements in the summoning process, including holding spells, mental power to form spell structures, and connecting energy sources to convert magic tools
Now." Moriarty pointed at the gray halo around his body and said slowly.
"good."
This is the basic theory of all magic, regardless of whether it is a necromancy or an elementalism, it is the same. The three of them nodded in agreement at the same time.
"So, the best way to interfere with spell casting and reduce the success rate of magic is to start from these three aspects."
"So, 'The Dead Are Speechless' is based on this theory. It uses the power of the God of Death to lock the air flow within the range, making it impossible for the caster to breathe smoothly and cast spells; at the same time, it uses infrasound waves to interfere with the mental concentration of the mage; and finally, it uses divine power
Disturbance, indiscriminate rejection and dispersal of the greatness of nature... So that's how it is..."
The other party's example was very simple, just a level one necromancy spell, but it touched upon the crux of the problem and clarified the core that no one before had thought about or had yet to think through.
It turns out that everything is so simple. If you focus on the three major aspects of spell casting, you can naturally achieve the miraculous effect of sealing the demon.
"So, do you think Beamon's 'anti-magic force field' also works on this principle?"
At this time, Dorothy couldn't help but ask. And unknowingly, the high-level necromancer had placed herself in a lower position, completely asking for advice.
"It's different." Moriarty thought for a while and shook his head: "Behemoth's 'anti-magic force field' was born out of the 'Weak Demon Barrier' and is derived from the power of Behemoth's war song. If you want to compare, I prefer
Yu puts this power into the same category as the innate anti-magic attribute of a giant dragon. Even though the former claims to be a divine grace bestowed by the God of War, it is actually more like the collective effect of the collective will of the race."
In the duel with the Behemoth Warrior Priestess Ekaterina, Moriarty had personally experienced the power of the "Weak Demon Barrier", and had done a lot of research since then, so she naturally had a clear understanding of it.
"I see."
After hearing this explanation, not only Dorothy, but also Negusta and Hejal nodded again and again.
"So, what method did you use to achieve a large-scale ban on divine magic? What is the secret of this spell scroll?"
The issue of cracking divine spells can be discussed first, but what the two undead masters are most concerned about is the new magic they copied. Because a spell that can ban divine spells on a large scale is really important to the alliance.
It can even become a big killer that changes the original strategic balance between the Undead Warlock Alliance and the Holy Spirit Temple. And if the Holy Spirit Temple learns that the alliance has such magic that can restrain the use of divine magic, I am afraid that the undead in the Death Church will go crazy on the spot, and even
A direct civil war is quite possible.
Therefore, Negusta has made up his mind. Once he confirms the new magic, he will immediately report it to his teacher, Lord Amon, and immediately seal off the entire "Bottomless Fountain" headquarters. If necessary, he will also punish Tao, including Tao
All staff, including Lesi, implemented memory erasure measures to keep this top secret to a minimum.
"The ideas are similar."
However, as the instigator, Moriarty seemed completely indifferent to the increasing pressure from the undead. Instead, he took back the scroll from Hyjal, and then started the virtual trigger.
Immediately, the three-color spirals of white, gray and black on the surface of the scroll began to rotate slowly. At the same time, a special light of three colors was revealed from the scroll, intertwining into a strange light and shadow in the laboratory.
"Strictly speaking, this magic has certain 'use restrictions', and I will explain them one by one."
Against the background of the three colors of light and shadow, Moriarty looked unusually serious, as if he was standing on some solemn podium, giving a formal magic report to his colleagues.
Seeing this, the three necromancers also held their breaths and listened to each other's explanations with rapt attention.
"To sum up, this magic can be divided into three parts: first, air arcana; second, necromancy; third, dark enchantment..."
When they heard Moriarty's first words, Negusta and others were shocked. (To be continued)
