What is somewhat surprising is that this metal saint who always seems to be wearing armor is actually just an armor with nothing inside...
No wonder he still maintained his fighting strength after being stabbed in the face, and could even curse at others.
Unfortunately, this would not be of much help to the battle situation. At most, it would only consume some of Yusak's strength, preventing him from sneak attacking the Honor Witness.
If the current war situation cannot be reversed, the empire's defeat will only be a matter of time, and this time will not be too long.
Their hopes were all pinned on Oriana, who had successfully escaped. She was flapping the flame wings behind her and flying towards the highest level of the Tower of Truth.
The Tower of Truth has a total of 72 floors, but most people can only go up to the 70th floor. The two highest floors are the residences of those deep-sleeping demigods.
Saints like Oriana have specifically learned and practiced how to wake up demigods from deep sleep in emergencies. She had already gone through the process in her mind when escaping, trying to get it as quickly as possible.
Speed wakes them up.
As long as one person can be successfully awakened, the current bad situation can be stabilized and a counterattack can begin.
But when she pushed open the wall regardless and reached the 71st floor, she suddenly froze.
On the ceiling of this floor, corpses were hung upside down one after another, uniformly fixed in a reverse cross posture, and arranged in some strange array.
Some of them are great scholars from the Scholars Association, some are ordinary extraordinary beings, and some are demigods who have been given high hopes.
This place has become a tomb...
And underneath the corpses, there was floating a demigod clone wearing a black robe with mosquito coils. He was the ninth apostle who had been waiting here for a long time.
"It seems that I will have one more item in my collection."
The Ninth Apostle spoke in the standard hoarse intervention voice of their organization, and then let out bursts of harsh laughter.
With her excellent knowledge, Oriana judged that the opponent should be an extremely rare demigod of the death system.
Only those who take this route will commit such evil acts of desecrating the dead and using corpses to perform rituals.
This system should have been completely extinct. Because it is too evil, it has been jointly wanted by various forces for hundreds of years. Every demigod who takes this path is on the wanted list.
The highest reward.
Oriana's heart was trembling slightly, and she could hardly hold the weapon in her hand.
The price that comes with the weapon she wields will expose her character flaws and make her weak.
I was originally full of hope, thinking I could make a huge comeback, but now I am suddenly faced with this desperate and frightening situation. The violent fluctuations in my mentality make this price seem to be showing signs of early onset.
No...I can't admit defeat yet...I haven't lost yet...
I still have hope...
I still have my husband, my lover...
Mr. Roll...
Oriana forced herself to cheer up and tried her best to control her heart that was starting to tremble slightly.
Then, she began to hum the slightly vulgar and straightforward ballad love song in a low voice:
"My love, where are you? May the wind carry my thoughts into your heart..."
The ninth apostle opposite was not in a hurry to take action, as if he was enjoying the last struggle of his prey, or looking at the crazy woman who suddenly sang.
"You...something's wrong..."
"Who is protecting you? Aren't you afraid of being enemies of our apostles?"
The ninth apostle murmured in a low voice, but still did not take action, appearing very hesitant.
This gives Orianna time and opportunity to wait for a response.
The voice that brought hope sounded in her head:
"Hello? Physical education teacher? How is the situation over there?"
"I've found Xiao Keli here. Everything is going well. I'm just waiting for you to finish it and wake up. Can you tell those Imperial Extraordinaries to move faster?"
"Hello? Why aren't you talking? Hello? No signal? This is..."
His voice is still so magnetic, full of positivity and optimism.
Oriana hesitated for a moment, then said with a voice like a young girl's coquettishness and a cry:
"Mr. Rohr, I was bullied..."
"I'm afraid I'll never see you again..."
After hearing this, Luo Er's voice became anxious:
"Hey? What's going on? Didn't I remind you to pay attention to safety? Don't show off your strength! You are just a physical education teacher..."
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will find a way to save you right away!"
"But, how can I wake up?"
Ah, he is still full of care and protection for me, and still wants to protect me.
It's so nice to meet you...
Oriana sighed silently in her heart.
She originally planned to take advantage of the current opportunity and atmosphere to express her feelings and convey them to the past.
But Rohr said first:
"Ah, I think I know, use the clone, right? Let me try..."
"Hold on! You must hold on! If it doesn't work, just remember to hold your head and squat on guard."
Luo Er gave a final warning, and then the contact between the two was severed.
Although she was unable to express her true feelings, Oriana still drew strength from Rolle.
Even when facing this evil demigod of the death system, the hand holding the sword no longer trembles, and my heart is no longer afraid, but is filled with courage again.
My husband will arrive in time!
As if she was under self-hypnosis, she raised the two-handed heavy sword in her hand, rekindled the flames on her body, and then rushed forward.
"snort……"
The ninth apostle snorted coldly and slightly raised one sleeve of his black robe.
A corpse that was originally hanging upside down on the roof started to move on its own, spraying three dark green rays of light from its eyes and mouth, trying to stop Oriana.
But Oriana didn't need to dodge, she charged forward and slashed out with her sword.
This is obviously not a reasonable response. The best way to deal with this extremely fast light attack is to use secret techniques to defend against it.
If it were Oriana in a normal state, she would definitely choose this way.
But when she firmly believed that Roll was back to save her, and was therefore filled with courage and determination, her entire thinking and consciousness entered some indescribable and subtle state.
She felt that at this time, it would be better to use a sword to deal with it.
Just like practicing the basic swordsmanship taught by Luo Er before.
Then, she swung the sword based on her feeling.
And those three rays of light were actually cut off by her sword.
The ninth apostle couldn't help but be slightly stunned by the black robe.
Using a sword to cut light was a bit unbelievable to him.
This is obviously not common sense.
But he didn't have time to think too much, as his figure immediately turned into a ball of smoke and disappeared from the place.
The many corpses hanging on the roof also moved at the same time, displaying their various abilities during life to attack Oriana.
Oriana was forced to stop her forward momentum, stood on the spot, and waved the two-handed sword in her hand into the shape of a large windmill, cutting off these incoming attacks one by one.
"How can this be?"
The ninth apostle, who was hiding somewhere, let out a confused sigh.
What kind of swordsmanship is this?
No! It can't be swordsmanship. That sword should be some kind of sacred object. This is the power attached to the sacred object.
Want to fight me with a sacred object?
Haha, innocent little girl, just let me play with you for a while. I hope you won't make me feel too bored.
The ninth apostle pondered in his mind and continued to control the corpses to launch more attacks.
He actually has better and more effective methods. The demigod of the death system, in addition to controlling corpses, also has many dangerous, strange and deadly methods, such as various insidious and vicious powerful spells.
And the corpses of those demigods can also use their demigod abilities in life to give Oriana a fatal blow from all directions.
But he didn't intend to use it, he was still hesitating in his heart.
There was something about this woman that made him a little afraid.
And this feeling is still getting stronger...
So he planned to capture them alive and study them carefully.
While Oriana was fighting fiercely with the Ninth Apostle, Rohr did not continue riding the tricycle, but asked his daughter:
"How do you use the clones you mentioned? Your father and I are not a supernatural being."
When he contacted Oriana before, he was a little anxious, so he told his daughter and Jeanne about the situation, and wanted them to get off the car first, and he could ride a tricycle there by himself, so that he could go faster and maybe make it in time.
He has a good opinion of Oriana, and he has some vague feelings for her. After all, she is a high-end beautiful girl with good looks, good figure, good complexion, and good licking. If possible, he should try to help her.
But Keli said that it might be too late to rely on a tricycle.
It's definitely too late to rely on a little donkey, she can't ride it now.
Moreover, this is a dream. When the teacher encounters danger, it is in reality. Even if the tricycle can take off, it will be useless.
"So...Dad, have you ever heard of psychic clones?"
"I have read in history books that those strong people can make their clones travel far and wide, travel through various spaces, and appear where they are needed instantly."
Rohr nodded and replied:
"I've heard of clones, um... I've seen them in those fantasies serialized in newspapers..."
"But even in those, it's not that exaggerated. It's okay to show up anytime and anywhere..."
"Dad, reality is more exaggerated than reality..."
Keli said dumbfounded.
She had really seen such a description in a certain historical book that recorded the demeanor of a strong man, so she took it seriously.
Anyway, the things recorded in the historical books are more exaggerated than the other, but this one is nothing in comparison.
"But I'm not an extraordinary person, so how can I have a clone?"
Luo Er spread his hands and said that it would be more practical to ride a tricycle.
Keli had no choice but to persuade:
"But this is a dream. It must be different from reality, right? Dad, why don't you give it a try?"
"No matter what, let's try it first. I'm really afraid that Teacher Oriana will encounter some danger."
Although Keli doesn't want Oriana to really become her mother, she still recognizes her as a teacher.
Especially during the time when she was writing the thesis, Keli was very touched by the careful care and attention given to herself.
So she was really worried for Oriana.
Jeanne on the side felt a little strange about Rolle's behavior.
The teacher is the legendary King of Gray, how could he not be cloned?
Is he just being humble?
Or is it that he is affected by dreams and unable to show his true strength?
Or is it that even the teacher’s clone cannot travel between dreams and reality?
She racked her brains to think of various reasons for Luo Er, then remembered something and reminded her:
"Teacher, do you still remember the sacred object I gave you last time?"
Rohr was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Jeanne had given him a pair of wrist guards, saying that they would allow ordinary people to have a weakened version of their spiritual clones.
But it's not easy to use. The clone he summoned is like a stupid badminton and can't even move.
And the consequences will be even more deceiving later on, as it will make him unable to control himself, expose his inner thoughts, and easily lead to social death.
Also, this badminton clone can't move, so how can it travel between dreams and reality?
But no matter what, you should still give it a try.
Even if I die socially, it is better than the real death of my daughter's teacher.
He is not the kind of person who values face more than human life.
So he left behind his daughter, the student, the little donkey, and even the little kitten, and handed them to his daughter's arms, asking them to wait for him where they were.
Then he ran into a nearby house alone and locked the door.
The wrist guard was swallowed by his left hand before, and then after adjustments by the weird villagers, its function was integrated into his left hand. He only needed to rotate the second pad of his ring finger counterclockwise three times to activate it.
"This is a dream. Maybe it really has the effect of making dreams come true like my daughter said..."
Luo Er whispered to himself, reaching out and twisting the ring finger of his left hand.
At the same time, a strong thought emerged in his heart.
Hope this is useful.
The knuckles are rotated into place.
But the badminton clone did not appear.
Rohr: "???"
"Did something suddenly go wrong at such a critical moment?"
He quickly hummed the vulgar love song again, trying to contact Oriana, honestly admitting that he might not be able to catch up for the time being, and asking her to find a way to hold on a little longer.
However, Oriana did not respond.
Oops! Could it be...
Luo Er suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
Then he directly opened the door, ran out quickly, and got back on the tricycle.
If the wrist guard is broken, his only way now is to rush to the last remaining Tower of Truth as soon as possible, get rid of the managers there, and then release the dream and wake up.
Although it may not be possible in time, you should try it anyway.
Otherwise, it will become a lifelong regret just like when I failed to save those villagers...
Hold on! Don't die!
Luo Er pedaled the tricycle vigorously, shouting in his heart.
At this time, Oriana had temporarily lost consciousness.
But her body followed the biological instinct and maintained a kneeling posture.
What she faced was a simple drawing floating in the air that looked a little funny.