At the same time that Hao Ren's group entered the main peak of the Holy Mountain, the other two teams also entered the mountain from other passes.￥f,
The final hunt for the cultists began in a mighty manner. Thousands of kingdom knights and church soldiers soon dispersed in the mountains, forming hundreds of search teams that responded to each other. Each team was composed of several wolf cavalry.
After these hunting troops entered the mountain, more ordinary soldiers have set up checkpoints on all traffic arteries at the foot of the holy mountain to prevent any cultists from escaping here.
In the mid-air above the Holy Mountain, a vague eye-shaped magic pattern floats quietly as if embedded in the zenith. Countless lines that are almost invisible to the naked eye spread around the magic pattern, covering the entire Holy Mountain area.
This is a large-scale magical technique deployed by Pope Hui Yao. With the help of this magical technique, the Pope can detect every movement in every corner of the Holy Mountain, even the slightest footsteps of a rabbit, except for the strange space deep in the Holy Mountain.
Hodecius is suspended on the western edge of the crystal mine, far away from the Holy Mountain, confronting the mountain like a beast ready to attack. The shield-shaped wall in front of the floating fortress is filled with the light of magic, and part of it
The crystal stone bricks shrank into the interior of the city wall, and the muzzles of the gleaming magic cannons poked out from the exposed cracks. These muzzles were integrated with the magic patterns on the surrounding city walls. They were Hodecius's most powerful weapons.
armed forces.
The magic cannon pointed at the Holy Mountain in the distance, and the magister responsible for commanding these cannons was sweating. In Hodecius's command post, several people were looking at the movement on the city wall and in the direction of the Holy Mountain through the magic water curtain.
Prince Haverman's bare forehead was shining brightly. He wiped away the little bit of sweat and shook his head slightly at the people around him: "If the cannon is really fired this time, the world will be in chaos."
"So the only thing we should pray for now is that we will never be forced to open fire on the Holy Mountain." A bishop put his hand on his chest, "The goddess has mercy. Let our knights successfully deal with those who have lost their humanity.
Heretics and their evil gods."
Underground of the command post, there is a more secret room. This room is simply decorated, with sacred objects and classics related to the Huiyao Sect displayed everywhere. The Pope is standing in the center of the room, meditating silently. He opens his eyes slightly, and looks to the left.
The golden light surged in his eyes, reflecting every detail of the entire holy mountain, including the Knights soldiers who had begun searching the mountain, while his right eye was looking at a portrait not far away in front of him: the portrait depicts black
The strange red and white lines are exactly the image used to represent the goddess in the teachings of Huiyao Sect.
Although those black and red lines are painted on the canvas without any magic applied to them, they are surging slightly at this time, as if they are alive, constantly forming various wonderful patterns, and the red part in the painting is like blood.
It spreads in the eyes of the Pope, conveying thoughts from the goddess that are difficult for ordinary people to understand.
"Warning..." The Pope murmured to himself, as if he heard the goddess's voice, "There is already such a powerful floating fortress, what else do you want us to be wary of?"
At the same time, in the Holy Mountain, Hao Ren and the others had stepped into the snow-covered land.
The knights who came with them before had been dispersed into dozens of combat teams as planned, and they were searching the mountains separately under the leadership of the wolf cavalry. Now they relied on magic communication to respond to each other, and Hao Ren and the others were personally led by Uruk.
Continue to move towards the deepest part. According to the plan, the soldiers of the Knights are responsible for dealing with the cultists who have returned to the sect, while Hao Ren and his group are going to the core area of the psychic force field to capture the brain monster. But for some reason, everyone
Now that I have entered the mountain, I have seen some traces of human activities, but I have not encountered even a single pagan, let alone any encounters.
Vivian took out the protective crystal and took a look, and saw that the crystal was emitting a soft light: "There is psychic interference here... We should have stepped into the power of the brain monster. But why is this journey so smooth?"
"Yes. We didn't even see the shadow of the cultists," Hao Ren was also wondering about this. "Uruk, didn't you encounter resistance when you sent the wolf cavalry to search the mountains before? Why is it like this here today?
quiet?"
"They have indeed been here." Uruk had already gotten off the wolf. He leaned down and smelled the scent in the air. "There are still smells left by people. They are foreigners, but they were all from a day ago."
"The Holy Mountain has been completely sealed off. The cultists are unable to fly. They will definitely not be able to escape." A sound of light armor was heard rubbing against each other, and Ofra's voice sounded from behind everyone. "They are probably hiding in the lair."
Yzaks looked at the terrain in the mountain and glanced at Uruk curiously: "You have been staring at this mountain for thousands of years, but you have not found any trace of those cultists before? They even
To have a base built in this mountain... it's incredible."
When this topic was mentioned, Uruk, the leader of the Wolf Cavalry, of course looked a bit unhappy. He shook his head: "This is a shame, but to be honest, I still can't believe that this kind of thing can really happen... The Wolf Cavalry is there every day
During the mountain patrol, we have traveled every mountain trail here, but we have never seen any outsiders... It’s hard to understand, hard to understand. I don’t know how to explain this.”
After hearing Uruk's words, Hao Ren was startled for a moment, as if he vaguely thought of something, but the thought passed quickly and he didn't catch anything.
Uruk continued to lead people into the mountains. The road became more and more rugged as he went forward. He had to follow the safe mountain roads according to his experience to prevent slipping on the snow-covered slopes. This man who survived in the mountains
The two-hundred-year-old werewolf leader was very familiar with these roads. He felt that he could walk back and forth from here to his home even with his eyes closed. But as he went deeper, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Nangong Sanba noticed that Uruk slowed down and looked serious, and suddenly became a little nervous: "What's wrong?"
Uruk frowned and looked at the mountain road in front of him. He walked a few steps forward and looked around at a fork in the road, as if a person passing by this place for the first time was looking for a way. He walked back and forth like this for a few times.
over and over again, and finally looked up at the familiar Sunshine Peak above: "The direction is right..."
"This road is different from what I remember!" Uruk finally turned around and said to everyone, his voice filled with disbelief, "There should be no forks in the road here... I have walked here hundreds of times and never remember it.
There is also a slope leading down to the valley.”
As he spoke, he frowned and looked at an unexpected valley in the mountain: "No... I don't even remember there is a valley here."
"Are you sure?" Ofra asked hurriedly, "Can a werewolf still get lost in the holy mountain?"
"I don't know what's going on," Uruk pointed to the fork in the road. "I'm familiar with the mountain roads on this side of the fork, but I have no impression of the other side."
Hao Ren suddenly realized something: "Wait a minute, what is on the right side of the fork in your memory? Is it a rock? A canyon? Or something else?"
Uruk frowned and thought. He was shocked to find that the scene on the right side of this fork in his memory was completely blank!
It's not a rock, it's not a canyon, it's not anything. After trying to remember it, he found that he had walked on this road countless times, but he had never looked this way. The scene on the right side of the fork in the road was only blank!
"I understand what's going on," Hao Ren knew the answer just by looking at Uruk's expression. "I'm afraid other werewolves have never discovered that your perception has been interfered with by brain monsters on this road."
Uruk was stunned.
"I'm afraid the entire core area of the Holy Mountain is in this state of interference," Hao Ren looked at the people around him. "Passing through here will distort your senses and subconsciously ignore the roads around you. This kind of interference is so seamless that even when you look back on your own
I can't even feel anything wrong when I remember it. The brain monsters have dug this entire area away from the world's 'sight', which is why the cultists can stay here with such arrogance."
A trace of horror appeared on Ofra's face: "...How long has this interference been going on?"
"Humans don't realize when they start to fall asleep," Vivian suddenly said, looking at Uruk, "Since the history of werewolves, have you ever discovered this valley in the Holy Mountain? Yours
Is this area on the map?"
Uruk fell silent, and Betsy felt a chill slowly creep into her heart.
(Anyway, it’s due to various reasons, and I have to update in advance... I’ve been so busy lately, and it took me so long to spell out the chapters. Life is so difficult =.=) (To be continued...)