According to the strict power system classification of the wizarding world, these believers of gods cannot reach the fourth level at all. The blood aura displayed by their bodies is not only weak, but can also be called extremely weak.
The physical bodies of the three magicians can barely reach the level of level 1 wizards, while the other five church knights are no more than the level of level 2 body refining wizards. With such weak strength, it is reasonable for them to come to this alien battlefield.
Just looking for death.
But as they prayed devoutly, and with the help of special props in their hands, they summoned bright halos of divine magic out of thin air. These haloes of divine magic fell on them, layer by layer, perfectly integrated together.
, and also pushed up the energy aura on their bodies layer by layer.
Before blessing the halo of divine magic, these believers of the gods were just a bunch of 'broilers'. But after blessing the halo, they all became so powerful and powerful that they could not even be surrounded by hundreds of mid- to high-level undead.
fear.
The five church knights were filled with dazzling auras of divine magic. They were scattered around the periphery, forming a relatively loose defense circle. They wielded standard long swords with the same gleaming light and chopped down the undead that came to them one by one.
land.
Behind them, two priests wearing exquisite and gorgeous robes held sacred scriptures in their hands, and jointly held up a sacred barrier covering a range of several hundred meters. All undead souls that poured into the sacred barrier would have...
A glistening white light glowed, and then the entire undead seemed to be soaked in high-purity holy water, and began to emit a terrifying corrosive sound.
The so-called undead are actually the corpses left behind after the death of intelligent creatures, which have stood up again under the influence of strange magic. Most of them have lost their intelligence, leaving only some killing instincts, which are affected by the powerful power of evil spellcasters.
Dominate.
Therefore, most necromancy spells are condensed with negative energy as the core.
And when the negative energy soaked in the undead corpses was neutralized by the pure positive energy in the sacred barrier, the condensed evil core naturally collapsed silently.
Those middle and low-level undead souls just stepped into the sacred barrier and fell to the ground like pieces of rotten wood. Their entire rotten and withered bodies quickly turned into a puddle of smelly black water, and then quickly melted away. Only those high-level undead souls fell to the ground like pieces of rotten wood.
The undead can resist the 'purification' of divine energy with rotten flesh as tough as kraft paper or dead air as rich as substance.
As one of the seven kings of the Skeleton Plane, Lich Kanganas could not bring out the undead army with only this power.
Behind the undead army, stood a huge skeletal monster, in humanoid form, more than 20 meters tall, with no flesh and blood on its body, and was made entirely of dark and deep strange bones.
A small bone platform was strangely raised on the skeleton monster's back, and a bone throne made of countless skulls was placed on it.
Lich Kanganas was sitting on it peacefully, tapping the armrest with one hand and holding his chin with the other, watching the bloody killing scene in front of him in boredom.
Beside the giant skeleton monster, five corpse witches wearing human skin robes, wearing bone crowns, and holding bone staffs gathered together, occupying several core nodes of the pentagram array, and were flowing continuously.
More and more powerful undead minions were summoned from the plane of bones.
Kanggnas didn't even notice the five holy knights and two archbishops opposite him. The only one he was wary of was the one who was hiding behind a few people, holding the Holy Book of Wisdom in his hand, and kept flipping through it gently.
young people.
His appearance is not outstanding, and his figure is not strong enough, but his whole body is filled with golden holy light as thick as armor. Wherever these golden holy lights shine, all evil and filth are washed away, and the heaven and earth are diffused.
A sacred and pure powerful force.
And as the pages of the Wisdom Scripture were turned rapidly, the golden light around them became thicker and thicker. In the swirling holy light, there seemed to be countless little angels with wings on their backs flying and circling, speaking in cheerful tones.
Singing the highest and most holy hymn.
Within the scope of the holy light, no evil can survive and will melt away as quickly as the remaining snow under the bright sun.
Even though he was miles away, Greem, who was hiding in the darkness, stared intently at the Holy Book of Wisdom that was held tightly in the hands of the young man. He could see clearly the light emanating from the Holy Book of Wisdom.
It contains traces of strange laws and powers that do not belong to the Morian plane.
Under the suppression of Morian's plane consciousness, it can also extend the power of laws from outside the territory. Except for "artifacts", no other item can do such treasures and wonders!
"Hey, the breath of alien power has been detected... After analysis, it is a branch of the belief system... According to the power attributes and power characteristics, it is initially judged to be a token of the God of Wisdom..."
"Token form: book..."
"Token attribute: knowledge system..."
"Token Level: Level 5 (Artifact)"
"Purpose of token: wisdom enlightenment..."
"Description of the token: This item records a certain god of wisdom's insights and views on plane, space, knowledge and power..."
Since the Holy Book of Wisdom is wrapped in a powerful sacred power, the chip can remotely detect and feedback information. However, it can be judged only from the power attribute of the other party. This is definitely a rare piece of powerful knowledge.
Artifact.
In other words, the young man with blond hair, blue eyes and a straight nose is most likely an important believer of a god of wisdom from another dimension, and does not even rule out the possibility of being a son of god or a clone of the god. Otherwise, the god would not treat such a person
A valuable artifact was handed into his hands and allowed to be taken into another world.
"God of Wisdom?" Greem couldn't help but muttered to himself.
The God of Wisdom is also called the God of Knowledge in many planes. Since such a god does not have many combat skills, he is not loved by the majority of warriors. Therefore, the birth of the God of Wisdom
It is also extra difficult and slow compared to other gods.
Even many gods of wisdom who are still growing will become the prey of other evil gods or demigods due to their weak fighting abilities.
It is the influence of these factors that leads to the fact that there are only a handful of famous gods of wisdom in the world of gods, and the power of the godhead is mostly limited to levels 5 and 6, with almost no gods of wisdom above level 6 existing.
Grim licked his lips lightly.
If he had switched to another artifact, perhaps considering the difficulty of obtaining it, he would have simply given up!
After all, most artifacts have extremely harsh conditions for use, and even if they are taken away, they are difficult to control.
But what appeared in front of him at this moment was the artifact of the God of Wisdom. This was a powerful force that anyone who was a spellcaster could control and use!
Although the lich Kanganas looks a bit ugly, he is also an out-and-out spellcaster.
It's no wonder that it gave up other prey and concentrated on dealing with this group of believers of the God of Wisdom who dared to come to the Morian plane after eating the Bear-Hearted Leopard. To this end, it even did not hesitate to bring over the undead army from the Skeleton Plane.
However, the battle between Lich Kanganas and the disciples of wisdom did not go smoothly.
After all, the God of Wisdom also belongs to the God of Order, possessing the most pure and powerful divine power. In terms of power attributes, he is quite resistant to necromancy.
Moreover, since the god is willing to reward the artifact, he will definitely leave some divine power imprints on it. Once the holder dies and the artifact changes hands, he only needs to activate the divine imprint on it, no matter where the artifact is located.
, will open a channel directly to the Kingdom of God and redirect the artifacts and believers' souls back.
And the only thing that can interrupt this process is another 'artifact' or another god!
It is precisely because of such a harsh acquisition difficulty that not many people dare to brave the majesty of a god and make such crazy moves.
However, this definitely does not include Grim.
Almost in an instant, Greem formulated a simple and feasible action plan and quietly contacted several 'old friends'!
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"Lord Mitzel, that evil lich is too difficult to deal with! Look...should we change directions to avoid it?"
After an hour of long killing, although a large number of evil undead souls were slaughtered, the undead army surrounding them still did not decrease. Even, with the continuous operation of the undead magic circle, the undead army appeared in the army.
There are more and more powerful individuals.
The level 1 black warriors are nothing anymore, the level 2 vampires and level 3 undead knights have also been purified a lot. In addition, there are also a large number of ghouls, abominations and undead ghosts.
Although their strength is not worth mentioning, if there are too many of them, it will be extremely tiring to purify them!
Therefore, seeing that the undead beside him were still a mass of darkness, with no sign of any decline in their numbers, Antonio, one of the two archbishops who personally protected Mitzel, finally couldn't help but speak.
The young man who had been lowering his head and silently flipping through the pages of the Holy Book of Wisdom finally raised his head.
"Everyone is tired? Then change the route! But be careful, the lich won't let us go easily. And... the holy scripture just reminded me that there is a new enemy targeting us. I'm afraid that one day
If so, what else might happen!"
This young man named Mitzel has short blond and slightly curly hair, and his green eyes shine with a calm and wise light. Although he is surrounded by many people, there is no fear on his face.
Not even a hint of sadness.
"New enemy? My lord, does the Holy Scripture indicate who the other enemy is?" Another archbishop, Rousseau, couldn't help but interjected.
The young man smiled slightly.
"You also know that in the Morian plane ruled by arcanists, it is difficult for my father's divine power to be transmitted. Therefore, the holy scripture can only vaguely warn me that new enemies have appeared, but it is difficult to remind me of new enemies.
Specific, more detailed information. Haha, if the Holy Scripture can really do it, then God the Father will change his profession and become the God of Prophecy!"
Regarding the 'jokes' made by young people, the two mature and prudent archbishops did not find it funny and warned them one after another: "Sir, you must not make such similar jokes again. Although what you said is a joke, it is
It involves the order of divine power of the great gods. Once it reaches the ears of the relevant gods, I am afraid..."
"Okay, okay... this is an alien plane. Do you really think that those gods are just thieves who have nothing to do and just listen to others?" Seeing the determined looks on the faces of the two 'bodyguards', the young man could only
He shook his head and said: "Okay, I listen to you and won't make such jokes in the future! (To be continued)