Chapter 576 The Gravekeeper’s Baptism Chant at Blackmoya Cemetery
By the time Priest Fernand arrived out of breath, the battle was already over, and the villagers fell to the ground in a mess, groaning.
Sister Yin Ermia did hold back her hand, but with the strength of her attack, these people also lost their fighting ability for a while, at least they could not hinder them.
"Sorry, sorry..."
Priest Fernand shrank his head, walked around them, and then entered the interior of the temple.
At this time, Sister Yin Ermia was fighting with the bone soldiers. She was seen shuttling among the bone soldiers and jumping high, as if she violated the rules of physics.
Then she did a backflip with all her strength, and her heels fell towards the other bone soldiers. The moment she landed on the ground, she squatted down, then drew an arc with her slender calves, and then faced the tripped bone soldiers.
The sternum was stepped on.
Her flexibility and agility are like those of a carnivorous beast, while her excellent balance and technique can be said to be the ultimate in human beings.
This kick severely crushed the bone soldier's ribs, together with the spine, like broken Lego bricks.
It's just that the broken bone soldier was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Before it could be recovered, a fist wrapped with purple lightning smashed its head.
This time, the bone soldiers did not recover, but were actually killed.
With my words, less light emerged, and the torrent of magic broke through the confinement of the temple. It is the smallest magic foundation of mankind, and it is not a mystery controlled by the church.
"I have admired my nickname for a long time. [Spirit of King Arthur], I heard that he is not the master of the shadow in Black Moa Cemetery. Isn't he even rational about being the representative of the Holy Church? It is polite at all,
As a king, this is really disrespectful behavior."
"His speed is too fast."
"It's bad..."
Shunan Yin Ermia has long known about the existence of the Spiritual King, but he has never seen it before. While you carefully looked at him, you tried to use sharp words to expose the opponent's flaws.
"Even if we give the little land our name,"
Looking at the hundreds of bone soldiers behind me, Priest Fernand suddenly broke out in sweat. I felt like my whole body was soaked, as if I had been fished out of the water.
The stern light dispersed the white night, and just being shrouded in that light made people feel peaceful.
"Indeed, everyone has the power to redeem himself."
Priest Fernand was out of breath as he spoke. He almost sat down on the ground. He could only support his knees with his hands and gasp for breath.
Xiu Ermia curled his lips and turned to look at Priest Fernand.
After a few minutes, I finally calmed down my heartbeat slightly.
"Ah, sorry, I was a bit heavy handed."
Xie Bimiya Xiunan's brown eyes were filled with fighting spirit and relaxation.
You brushed away the debris that fell under you and turned your head away.
【Solve us.】
The King of Spirits did not speak, or even stand up. He just looked at us silently.
"Ah ah ah - really, it's really shameful to actually pull that trick."
Thinking of this situation, I couldn't help but shudder, held the cross behind my chest tightly, and shouted softly.
"When it comes to talking about high and low, let's listen together."
The thunder and lightning on the surface of the body have converged, and the whip formed by the dissolved thunder and lightning has also disappeared. Compared with the soft method, you hate crushing those guys with your fists more.
"The price of his life will be paid for."
Seeing that the King of Spirits didn't make any move, you smacked your lips and assumed a mid-boxing stance, and the purple electric current emerged again.
However, passing there did not stump Yin Ermia Xiuo. Instead, you hummed a song and greeted him, and the gray locks under your body burst out with weaker thunder and lightning.
At the same time, all the bone soldiers poured down. Judging from the number, there were no more than a few hundred at most. Even Xie Bimiya Xiunan could not guarantee his survival in such a siege.
In order to confuse the opponent, we create subtle time differences and false moves. This is a skill that only a Japanese fighter can master.
"All the inhabitants of this world should listen."
"—equal to the beast of destruction."
"...Look who that is."
"Well, little priest, it's no longer time for him to perform."
As if sensing the enemy's invasion, the skeleton soldiers behind them, like a copper wall and an iron wall, dispersed to both sides like a tide, leaving a narrow road, just enough to see the Spiritual King sitting under the throne.
It's a pity that your plan failed. The King of Spirit did not have any fluctuations, just like this statue of the White Madonna.
"Tsk - that's really interesting."
As light as a swift, she fell to the ground and straightened her back.
"Their eternal place, its abode from generation to generation, is ultimately the tomb."
Like a whip, it was struck seven times in an instant. The bone soldier behind him was immediately shattered by lightning and turned into fragments on the ground, exuding the smell of burnt lake.
"O people, listen to my words."
"Some people can live in glory forever."
Those were just special sermon words, but when they came out of Priest Fernand's mouth at this moment, they aroused extraordinary power.
Opposite her there were five bone soldiers. These guys attacked together, but they were not just puppets without intelligence. The bone soldiers holding the same weapons in their hands even formed a posture while moving slowly.
.
"Yes, it's his speed, it's too slow."
Those bone soldiers are not strong people, and none of them have the strength and experience of weak warriors.
"Thankfully we have lived together outside the village for so long, so this is the first time we meet."
"It's just a group of heretics, so naturally we have to be more active. To think that something like that actually appeared is simply blasphemy against the Lord."
After a while, the Spiritual King pondered for just a few seconds and raised a hand heavily.
If a bone soldier slashed me with a knife, today I would become a very bad minced meat and be finely chopped into pieces.
At this time, the King of Spirits also woke up. You stared at Ermia and Priest Fernand, with no emotion in your red eyes, as if you were looking at two pebbles.
You were stopped by those bone soldiers one after another. Although you are weak, you do not have overwhelming strength. If you are surrounded, you will die.
Sharp thoughts gave instructions.
Priest Fernand made the sign of the cross and began to pray. The menacing bone soldiers stopped in unison, and then turned into dust in the blink of an eye. Xiu Ermiya looked past the bones behind his face.
Sick, my bone soldiers filled the gaps one after another. Some guys held huge shields in their hands and blocked our faces tightly, like a city wall.