"The priest of light...does the deeds of the dead..."
Watching Ramsay's incarnation as a Holy Death Priest using the Wither Robe as a matchmaker, he began to summon the massive undead in the underground space. Moriarty suddenly felt an indescribable sense of absurdity, and more importantly, he was confused about the origin of the Wither Robe.
curious.
For Dejia death priests or necromancers, summoning the undead is just the foundation among the basics. But using the power of light as the source to activate the art of summoning the undead is unbelievable no matter how you think about it, but it is clearly
Happening before your eyes.
"Could it be that positive energy can really be converted into negative energy in some way, or that the divine power of light can be transformed to achieve the Holy Power of Death?"
Just like the "occupational diseases" in the past, Moriarty was immediately attracted by the scene in front of him and fell into deep thought.
Gradually, the bones on the top of the corpse sea rolled, moved, and gathered, and then skeleton zombie warriors were summoned one by one and walked down the corpse sea.
Seeing this, the nearly a hundred holy warriors on the outermost side suddenly became nervous. The hatred for the undead in their bones made them boil with fighting spirit, and they were also worried that these undead would suddenly go violent and hurt the priests and bishops. This was just because they had been strictly ordered beforehand.
, not daring to make the slightest move.
As if under invisible command, the new undead warriors walked towards a spacious area on their own without any confusion and formed an orderly queue.
What is even more surprising is that when passing through the light structure formed by the light pillars, when the light shines through the pieces of black skin, flesh and bones, a thin layer of golden light suddenly floats on the body of the undead warrior.
The light flowed and turned into a mighty golden armor in a blink of an eye. There was even a clear cross of light on the front and back of the armor.
"Heh, that's quite a clever idea."
Seeing the dirty undead turn into a mighty righteous warrior in an instant, Moriarty couldn't help but sneer.
Such pretense is nothing but child's play in the eyes of the Yakuza, but it can be hidden from the eyes of mortals, making it difficult to tell the truth from the false. In this way, there is no need to worry about the truth being exposed and being criticized by the world, and the Light Church can continue to stand
On the moral high ground.
The scale of the sea of corpses is very large, at least one hundred thousand. At the current speed, it will take at least several days to turn all the corpses into undead warriors.
Moriarty paused for a moment, then turned and left without interrupting or directly taking the Wither Robe.
Disturbing the rest of corpses is a major crime in a general moral sense, but this sea of corpses was originally the believers of the light who were secretly massacred by the nobles. Now they are summoned by the church to become undead warriors. This is also a disguised form.
The belief continues, and outsiders cannot say whether it is good or bad. Moreover, good and evil are rolling around outside the city, and humans lack the means to fight back. Now that such a force has joined, it can only be beneficial to the overall situation of mankind.
After a while, he walked out of the Roland Bar. The outside world was still filled with the sounds of killing. Along the street, Moriarty flew forward and began to search the whole city.
A quarter of an hour later, an area in the north of the city where a large number of Brakada's defeated troops gathered attracted his attention, and Moriarty immediately descended into it.
Sure enough, not long after walking into this neighborhood, Chekhov's tall figure caught Moriarty's eyes. At this time, Naga was overwhelming a group of middle and low-level warriors, slowly selecting from a wooden cart.
Holding supplies. Obviously, these are necessary supplies provided by humans to the holy allies. But the quantity seems to be insufficient. So looking at the bully-like Naga picking and choosing, taking away all the best, everyone around him was slightly angry, but
I dare to be angry but dare not speak.
"It's me. Where is Haina?"
While Chekov was still pretending to be an uncle slowly, suddenly, a voice sounded in his heart.
Naga immediately felt as if he was struck by lightning and remained motionless. Then he threw the bundle of sausages and a roll of cheese in his hand and flew away somewhere without looking back.
Seeing this, everyone was surprised. At first, they thought Naga was playing tricks again, and no one dared to move. After all, some people had suffered such a loss before. It wasn't until Chekhov ran away that he realized something was wrong.
.Then someone shouted the first shout, and everyone rushed towards the wooden cart at the same time, and fighting and contention ensued.
"My lord...my lord..."
Like a gust of wind, Chekhov jumped into a small building. It is also one of the best single-family buildings in this neighborhood.
"What are you shouting for!? Lady Haierna has already taken a rest."
Lowering his voice, Tchaikov spat wildly at the younger brother who rushed in.
"My lord is here!"
Staring at the countless slaps on his forehead, Chekov said with joy.
"What is it, sir...the master is here!?"
Chaikov and Zhukov on the other side were immediately shocked.
"it's me."
As a gentle breeze closed the door, another layer of dim light filled the window wall, isolating the inside and outside, and Moriarty's figure was slowly revealed.
"grown ups!"
Seeing Moriarty appear, the three Naga brothers were also surprised and delighted. They couldn't help but cheer together.
The deafening noise immediately woke up Hyena and Claudia upstairs. When they hurried downstairs and saw Moriarty, the Blood Earl breathed a sigh of relief, but Hyena could barely stand and couldn't help but fall again.
Tears in my eyes.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Seeing his lover, Moriarty finally let go of his long-hanging heart.
As long as everyone is fine, all difficulties are no longer difficulties.
"Moty...Moty...Dad, he..."
The torture of life and death for many days also made Heyena extremely fragile. She staggered and threw herself into Moriarty's arms, crying loudly.
"Uncle Schmidt?"
Moriarty was also shocked.
"Master Schmidt was hit by a fire bomb during the rebellion and died of his injuries."
Beside, Claudia said softly.
"I understand." Moriarty nodded, then looked at the lover in his arms: "I'm sorry, I'm late. I will never let you leave me again."
"Woo...Woo..."
For a moment, her words fell silent, and Haiyana just kept crying.
Moriarty could only hold her in his arms and pat her gently.
"How long have you been in the Fort?"
Er, Moriarty turned to Claudia and asked.
"It's been more than a day and a night."
The Blood Earl replied.
Only then did Naga and the others realize that Moriarty had arrived so quickly. It had only been thirty hours since the defeat, but the other party had received the news and even came to Fort Fort to find them. Such efficiency was a miracle.
.
"Have anyone from the Illuminati Church come here?"
Moriarty nodded and said again.
"No." Chaikov shook his head: "It wasn't until we entered the Fort that we realized that the Illuminati's brats had taken over this place. We have been on guard."
"There's none?"
Only Hyana is okay, but the three-headed Naga is huge and very eye-catching, even if it is mixed in the Brakada rebels, it is very eye-catching. In addition, Rhineburg has a feud with the Illuminati Church, and the other party will definitely have something to do with it.
Case history and attention.
"Could it be that someone is deliberately covering it up?"
Moriarty retracted his gaze and looked at his lover in his arms again, but was suddenly stunned. (To be continued.)
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