He couldn't tolerate such blasphemous words. In his ears, Anvis's words were more sharp and insulting than "I am your father" to ordinary people.
"Want a holy object? Okay..."
Smiling strangely, 'Evan' raised his left hand.
A golden cup suddenly appeared out of thin air in the palm of his empty left hand.
The cup body is slightly larger than a fist, with a bright surface without any carvings. It looks ordinary.
At this moment, after he delayed for a while through words, the cup was filled with dark and rich light again.
"Then, let's experience this gift of God for ourselves right here!"
As soon as the words fell, the cup body suddenly disintegrated, and a strange viscous liquid-like light instantly enveloped the entire cave, completely submerging everything in the cave.
Qiaomu stood in front of Anvis in an instant, and at the same time slashed at the cup with a sword as fast as lightning, but the sword light also melted in the brilliance.
Shrouded in this rich dark light, Evani and Qiaomu instantly felt their eyes darken, extremely strong negative emotions rose from the bottom of their hearts, and their consciousness began to blur.
Pain and fear rolled into a whirlpool, dragging the consciousness into an abyss darker than the night, and in the sea of blood at the bottom of the abyss, the desire for greed and enjoyment, as well as the stimulation of supreme joy...
Anvis didn't know what Qiaomu and others felt, but when the light came, he once again realized that, just as he had vaguely expected before, the power of the so-called 'holy object' in the hands of the sacrifice had no effect on him.
The terrifying brilliance slid down his body like water, just as he had faced the roar of the ancient giant amoeba in the ruins.
He was like a rock in the tide, completely ignoring the crashing waves.
In fact, Anvis felt something was wrong ever since he saw the bishop of the Holy See lying on the altar.
The magic power of the black-robed priest was only at the seventh level, and none of the other cultists in the cave exceeded the sixth level.
It stands to reason that even if these people were packed together, it would not be enough for a bishop in the divine state to swipe with a few holy lights.
But the actual result is that not even traces of the battle can be seen in the cave.
The only possibility is that the bishop was attacked by something, causing the battle to end in an instant.
So, who can do this, Anvis can only think of that mysterious 'holy object'.
He had been prepared for a long time before the priest might use 'sacred objects' to attack them.
Beside him, the "Secret Book of the Old Ones" in its true form exuded a faint light, and its content had already opened to one of the several blank pages at the end of the book.
Facing the darkness caused by the sacred objects in the cave, the blank page is bursting with a strange attraction.
【seal】
After encountering this gravitational force, the roiling sea of dark light in the cave was quickly sucked into the pages of the book like it was encountering a bottomless black hole, and even created a terrifying twisting vortex around it.
Anvis could not understand the depth of the ancient secret scriptures with mysterious origins, but this did not prevent him from using its own power to target ancient alien creatures.
The moment he learned that the essence of the holy object came from the 'blood of the old gods', Avis had this plan in his mind.
With the help of the "Secret Book of the Old Days" itself, you can compete with the sacred object in the hands of the priest, and steal the power of a sacred object——
It is simply impossible for the black-robed priest in front of me, who is only at the seventh level of strength, to master a rare item beyond the ninth level.
Therefore, his role is most likely just to stimulate, and then let the 'holy object' work on its own, just like the way he currently uses the old secret scriptures.
In this way, it becomes a competition between the power of the holy objects and the secret scriptures of the past.
.….….
As the pages of the old secret scriptures were absorbed, the darkness that covered everything in the cave soon faded away again.
Seeing that the darkness faded early, the black-robed priest at the top of the altar was a little confused.
He clearly remembered that the power of the holy object should last longer.
Also, why can that godless ant still maintain a normal will under the power of God?
Although he is the initiator, the power of the holy object is beyond his control. This also prevents him from observing what happens within the scope of the holy object.
It was only then that the darkness in the cave completely dissipated and he saw the result.
"Interesting, let me think about it, Ant, your name is...Anvis, right?"
'Evan' couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity, which made him make a decision.
If this interesting ant can wisely hand over his secret, then he will generously leave time for him to say goodbye to the world.
"Tell me, what did you do?"
Yes, what he felt at this time was just curiosity and not much vigilance, because he could clearly sense that Anvis was not even a mid-level professional.
Except for Anvis, everyone around him, including the eighth-level professional, was deeply immersed in the power of the gods and unable to extricate themselves.
Hearing the priest's slightly curious inquiry, Anvis blinked.
"According to the age-old principle of equal exchange, if you want the answer to this question, exchange it for the answer to another question."
"Equal transaction?"
The priest raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he was surprised by Anvis's calmness and boldness. Then, he seemed to have heard some kind of extremely interesting joke, and was suddenly amused and laughed.
"Forget it, it will be the same if I explore your secrets myself."
As he spoke, Evan's face suddenly turned cold. He raised the scepter in his hand, appeared beside Anvis, and reached out to grab the top of his head.
Logically speaking, since there is a five-level gap in strength, Anvis will never be able to escape.
Snapped--
But at the same time, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the side and grasped Evan's stretched out hand tightly!
Qiaomu, who had closed his eyes tightly and was immersed in dreams, suddenly opened his eyes.
"You also own a sacred object?!"
Evan's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly saw a strange thick dark green book stuck to Qiao Mu's waist.
"Dear Priest, do you like this little surprise from the ants?"
Close in front of him, but out of his reach. The handsome young man with light blond hair put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly elegantly, with perfect and decent manners.
At the same time, the frost-white extremely cold magical frost had slowly spread upwards along his wrist that was held tightly by Qiao Mu.
Violent alien power fluctuations erupted from the surface of his body. 'Evan' struggled, trying to cut off his arms to escape, but the invisible terrifying force field had locked his body tightly, making him unable to even make a single move.
"It's useless, foreigners, you have no way to escape -"
Finally, seeing that nothing could be done, 'Evan''s expression suddenly turned cold, and he finally spoke like a prophecy.
Then, the terrifying magical frost flowers covered him, and with his last words, he was frozen together with his life.
After looking at 'Evan' who had lost his life breath, Anvis turned his eyes to the cave.
At the moment of Evan's death, the pagan believers suddenly swayed, and then they all fell down, lifeless.
The altar surrounded by pale white candles suddenly emitted a beam of light, which directly teleported the unconscious bishop away.
His eyes flickered, and Anvis looked at Evanny, who was still unconscious.
For some reasons, he did not use the Old Mysteries to absorb the power of the Old Gods from her just now. Therefore, she is still playing her role of Sleeping Beauty at this time.
However, after 'Evan' died, the sleeping beauty's body gradually began to deform...
"Qiaomu, please take her out of this cave temporarily. I have some things to deal with."
.….….
In the real world, deep beneath the island mountains, in front of a hidden altar.
"The last one, the sacrifice is enough."
The young bishop was lying on the top of the altar. The high priest who should have died in the hands of the young bishop was now holding the black stone scepter and standing in front of the altar with a calm expression.
"Um?!"
For a moment, he seemed to suddenly sense something, and his expressionless face finally showed deep surprise and unbelievable astonishment.