In the dim underground palace, beams of light mixed with flames continued to hit. The deep darkness melted like the first snow meeting the sun. All kinds of strange worms became stiff and petrified, and the evil shadows made miserable screams.
A flash of light flashed, and the priests floating in the air suddenly fell down, as if they were being dragged down by their ankles. The defensive layer on their bodies had no effect, and most of the evil spells came to an abrupt end.
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Before they could react, they saw the imposing blond middle-aged man in front of them stretched out his right hand and spread his fingers. A small eye protruded from each finger, and a huge yellow-brown eye mixed with blood grew out of the palm of his hand.
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The five weird and terrifying little eyes have different colors and emit different rays, but the yellow-brown giant eye glows with a faint light, making everyone feel heavy, as if the gravity here has become much stronger.
Dark green, light blue and other different rays hit the black-robed priests, making them either slow, paralyzed, petrified, or directly turned into countless light points, instantly killing the previous priests, bishops, paladins, and ordinary night watchmen.
The invincible and powerful enemy was completely suppressed, and victory was about to be won.
Some cultists shouted in panic. They had never encountered such a strange and powerful enemy!
"Master, where is the high priest?"
"Didn't the high priest stop him?"
At the critical moment, they thought of the leader of their side, the supreme electorate of "Queen of Chaos". Wasn't he fighting this majestic middle-aged man just now?
When the middle-aged man wearing a white burqa heard their calls, he stepped up his attack. On his face and on his other hand, strange little eyes appeared one after another. Small eyes of different colors shot out or
A defensive or offensive ray, while snorting coldly: "Can a seventh-level cult priest stop me? I have killed twenty or thirty priests who are stronger than him."
What? After confirming the death of the high priest, these cultists and priests suddenly lost their spiritual defenses. They even forgot to pray to the "Queen of Chaos" for strength. Rays hit them one after another. In panic, they quickly lost their fighting power and were killed by the Night Watchman.
, the priests and paladins caught and killed them, and no one slipped through the net.
"Hmph, there are so many mysterious cults popping up recently. We must find the root cause!" The majestic middle-aged man closed his creepy eyes on his face and hands, and no trace could be seen anymore.
One of the night watchmen said gratefully: "Thank you, sir, for being nearby this time, otherwise we would probably have been escaped by the priests of the 'Queen of Chaos.'"
In fact, it was not just a matter of escaping, it would definitely be wiped out. Fortunately, Winchell, the third-ranked "Glorious Eye" of the Night Watch, tracked it down from another clue and avoided such terrible consequences.
"I am specifically responsible for dealing with cultists, and it is my responsibility to deal with them." Winchell nodded lightly and said, "You divide into several groups and search around. Don't let any cultist go."
"Yes, my lord." The captain of the Night's Watch replied respectfully.
Winchell paced the hall, looking at the chaotic altars carved with female and male nudes, looking for clues for investigation.
Looking at the majestic but ancient underground palace, the dim environment with corpses lying upside down, the ancient stone doors and stone chambers, Winchell felt a little emotional for no reason. He had encountered such a scene.
I have been there too many times, whether it was in my previous adventure career or the operation to eliminate cultists after joining the Night Watch team, I have inevitably dealt with underground palaces, battles, secret rooms, hidden secrets, etc.
"Those damn ancient magicians always like to dig holes underground..." Winchell cursed.
Suddenly, his heart moved, his eyes became like rubies, and he shot out two rays, directly shattering a nearby wall, revealing the secret door inside.
He didn't have time to greet the other clergy, so he flew directly into the narrow secret passage and quickly chased away.
After turning a corner, Winchell appeared in front of the cultists with astonished expressions on their faces, and they were entering a secret room one by one.
Humph, Winchell sneered. Want to escape from me?
The dense eyes opened again, and the cultists fell to the ground one by one. Winchell broke into the secret room and kept moving forward, chasing the enemies at the front. Those who lost their fighting ability in the back would naturally be dealt with by the clergy who arrived later.
During the chase, the number of cultists in front gradually became less and less, and then no one could be seen anymore, but Winchell did not stop. His intuition told him that there was another big fish ahead, the same big fish as the previous "chosen one".
Bang, a patterned stone door was shattered by rays. Winchell stepped into the deepest chamber and looked around warily, but there was only a statue of the "Queen of Chaos" holding a burning flame, and there were no other evil spirits.
Believers.
How could it not be? Winchell looked around in slight astonishment. As a Golden Knight, even though he was more interested in casting spells, he was still very confident in his intuitive hunch.
Suddenly, a gust of cool wind blew by, causing Winchell, the golden knight, to shiver. For the first time tonight, he had a premonition of danger.
This premonition was not too strong, so Winchell did not escape immediately, but fired out defensive rays one after another, surrounding himself with "iron walls".
Looking around, Winchell only saw lifeless walls, silent and empty rooms, ordinary rough statues, and no source of danger.
However, this cold and uninhabited feeling made him feel hairy inside, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. At this moment, the flame held by the statue of "Queen of Chaos" suddenly rose up, burning blazingly, and let out an unruly smile.
Voice.
At this moment, Winchell intuitively felt the unspeakable danger, which was hundreds or even thousands of times stronger than before. Even he, a night watchman who often walked on the edge of danger, couldn't help but tremble slightly.
I understand a lot of things. My previous lack of warning about danger was obviously caused by artificial interference. And being able to interfere with my existence so effectively is definitely not something I can contend with, just like the priest just faced me.
While trembling slightly, Winchell's strong will helped him stabilize his emotions, and his rich experience allowed him to see the problem. Such an existence targeted him and locked his position. If he wanted to kill him,
It was a piece of cake, but he spent more energy to lure himself out of the team. He obviously had other purposes in entering the secret room.
"Who?" he asked tentatively, dirty liquid leaking from the eyes in his hands.
The flame rose up into a human shape and said in an old and hoarse voice: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what I can give you."
"Humph, I am the Lord's dark guard. I would rather die than make a deal with the devil." Winchell basically ruled out the possibility of the devil from these well-organized words.
In the empty secret room, the flame's laughter stirred up waves of echoes: "What if it allows you to get closer to your Lord and better serve your Lord?"
"What do you mean?" Winchell felt inexplicably ridiculous, but also felt serious and doubtful from the bottom of his heart.
The tone of the flame became serious: "Don't you think it's weird? The same devout believers and guards of the God of Truth, priests, bishops, ascetics and some paladins can receive the magic given by them, and most of them are not priests.
The Night Watchmen can only rely on their own blood to fight. Similarly, the magical skills of most Paladins are far weaker than those of priests of the same level. Why? Why does the impartial and selfless God of Truth treat his own so unfairly?
guard?"
"Nonsense! Only through selfless devotion can we regain the blessings of the Lord as we bear the original sin!" Winchell's anger seemed a bit unreal.
"Really?" the flame mocked, "how much have you contributed to the God of Truth? Not to mention granting you magical powers, at least to improve your knight level?"
Just when Winchell was about to retort angrily, the flame continued: "None of this actually has anything to do with the God of Truth, because what was given to you was intercepted by the Pope and the members of the College of Cardinals, and is currently sleeping and unable to
Got it.”
"What?" Winchell was not so "angry" for reasons other than the Lord's.
"You can take a look at this information. This is a prize given to you by the God of Truth, and you deserve it." Words jumped out from the flames, forming articles full of obscure symbols.
Winchell was on guard against the temptation of the "devil", but the doubts in his heart still made him look at the article. Anyway, he would not betray the church! This is his position!
As soon as he saw these things, he couldn't take his eyes away and was completely attracted.
"This..." He shook his head fearfully and a little excitedly.
"As the supreme god, why does the God of Truth forcefully spread faith? Is it necessary? Because the power of faith is rewarded to those of you who guard piously, so that you can use it to temper yourself and get closer and closer. However, this was announced by the Pope
And being completely intercepted by members of the Cardinals College has left you no trace, do you understand why they are so powerful?" The voice of the flame became softer, and every word seemed to make Winchell tremble.
"I don't believe it." He shook his head violently, but asked ambivalently, "You just show me such an important method directly like this?"
The method of "stealing" and utilizing the power of faith has been deeply engraved in his mind.
"Since you asked sincerely, I will tell you frankly that I am the embodiment of fairness, and I hate such unfair things the most." The flame chuckled, and then continued in Winchell's unbelieving eyes.
He said, "I will occasionally ask you for some information. Don't worry, no one will doubt you. I also have other sources of information, such as many cardinals."
Cardinal Winchell's pupils shrank suddenly. In the past few hundred years, due to the special heart of faith, there has never been a cardinal-level spy within the church - this mainly refers to the external world, the mutual relations between the north and the south churches.
There are quite a few cardinal-level traitors planted.
Could it be that he is from the Northern Church?
"With this method, are you still afraid that your faith will be shaken? So, don't guess who I am, just remember my code name, Red Burial One." The flame gradually extinguished.
Winchell stood there, looking at the empty room, and did not say a word for a long time. He only felt that he had had a bizarre dream. He had obtained an extremely precious and useful method without paying any price?
In the "Real Secret Realm", Lucien smiled at Douglas: "Viken secretly announced the god-like method and tried to make many legendary strong men fight with each other. Then we will use the same method to show how to steal and use the power of faith.
Secrets are circulating among some cardinals, stealing the power of faith layer by layer, making the missionary foundation of the Southern Church also chaotic. After all, spreading faith is no better than us magicians who study arcana and explore the world. They can act alone. They must
With layers of organizations, this is something that Viken cannot avoid unless a seed can be projected into the hearts of every clergy."
"If I weren't worried about Viken finding out, I would have just used the 'Voice of Mystery' to announce the method of stealing the power of faith.
"If Viken knew how you used such a precious method, his expression would definitely be very exciting." Douglas chuckled. After all, who would have thought that someone would spread this method because there are not enough competitors? Only Luci
Only great arcanists such as Enhe himself who had never thought about this path could do such a bold move.
Lucien spread his hands: "Maybe he will call me crazy."