When reciting these incantations, the speaker did not use common language, but an extremely ancient and strange language.
The voice was light and psychedelic, like feathers gently falling on the soft snow, and like a languorous whisper echoing from the deepest part of a dream.
And when the listener can't help but want to explore its content further, it disappears like snowflakes falling into the palm of the hand.
This strange feeling did not originate from the content of the incantation he chanted, but seemed to be related to his tone, or in other words, the organs in his body used to produce sounds.
And when the speaker began to recite the prayer, the star figure on the side disappeared directly, and through a special secret method, he was far away from here in an instant.
As the prayer continued, an indescribable aura gradually filled the night sky centered on the ritual circle.
The stars in the night sky suddenly became clearer and brighter, and were tinged with a faint dark yellow.
The sound of strange music comes from the dark deep space. It sounds very beautiful at first, but if you listen to it for a long time, it will make the listener unconsciously fall into eternal sleep.
And the many ninth-level people in the magic circle have gradually become silent from the fierce struggle before, and their wills are sinking into the depths of the endless dark dream.
Also sinking are not only the many unlucky ninth-level people, but also the consciousness of millions of network connectors in the partial constructed network controlled by the Speaker.
In the Internet, the will of countless people has fallen into a deeper dream without knowing it. Everything in the originally illusory Internet world has begun to become weird and absurd, but they are immersed in the dream and have no idea.
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In the Web of Destiny, the fate threads of half of the network connectors sacrificed by the Speaker were all stained with an ominous dark yellow color, which was in sharp contrast with the ice blue area controlled by Anvis.
And, as time goes by, more icy blue areas begin to be gradually dyed with dark yellow.
At this moment, the strange situation in the sky was finally noticed by the many ninth orders below.
"Something is wrong, what is it!"
Watching the strange phenomenon in the night sky, a ninth-level man spoke with some doubts and vigilance.
"...That's a foreign object! He's calling for a foreign object that doesn't belong to this world!"
When he heard the strange, slightly hollow music coming from the deep night sky, [Crown of Thorns] Mark shivered from head to toe.
When he sensed that familiar ancient and cold breath, Mark's eyes flashed with disbelief. Then, this emotion instantly turned into a mixture of anger and fear.
"How dare he?!"
Mark is naturally very familiar with the smell of foreign objects recorded in the doctrine. Moreover, as one of the seven bishops of the Holy See, he also knows more secrets.
In this world, there are many extremely ancient and powerful terrifying beings. They existed long before human civilization or even this world appeared, and they will continue to exist.
Maelim, the Lord of Dreams, is one of them. He is considered to be an alien god who rules the dream world and is in charge of the authority of dreams. His true body sleeps in the dark mist deep in the deep space and star sea, and continues to have endless absurd dreams.
A very small number of Esoteric Cults worship him as an idol, and he once personally led a team to destroy an evil summoning ritual performed by the Esoteric Cult.
They have indeed acquired some strange power, which can make the consciousness of professionals fall into trance and sleep. But under his divine words, even their high priests are still vulnerable.
But today, Mark suddenly realized that the secret sect summoning ceremony he had destroyed before seemed so amateurish and ridiculous compared to this person tonight.
Double-digit ninth level, millions of federal creatures!
Such a gesture made him feel terrified.
As the strange phenomena in the sky continued, many ninth-order people on the ground began to realize that the situation was not good and were preparing to flee the battlefield.
However, by the time they noticed it, it was already too late.
Soon, the consciousness of many ninth-level people were also unable to extricate themselves and began to blur, falling into a deep sleep. Only a few ninth-level extreme people took advantage of this strange phenomenon just appearing and the impact was not too strong to forcefully use the secret technique to escape.
Except Archbishop [Crown of Thorns] Mark.
"The ancient foreign objects from outside brought chaotic darkness, and that darkness swallowed the people."
"People called God in despair, so God came with supreme light and drove away the darkness and foreign matter——"
After experiencing the initial fear, the look in Mark's eyes turned to determination.
Silently reciting the first verse of the first chapter of the holy scripture, the bishop pressed his right hand on the ring-shaped Holy Emblem of Light on his chest, and with his left hand he took out a piece of holy crystal again and held it in his hand, struggling to resist the invasion of the power of sleep.
At the same time, as he chanted, light emerged from nothingness and shone on his body, making his figure look somewhat incompatible with the surroundings.
"God said that when the light comes, darkness will not remain in the world!"
When he recited the divine words, he suddenly crushed the holy crystal in his hand. At the same time, a bit of holy white light flowed out from the hole in the center of the holy ring on his chest.
They are the divine relatives, and they are the divine relatives that belong exclusively to the seven bishops. Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe them as the coming of God.
Under the flow of this light, the bishop's body was gradually infected, turning into a human form composed of pure light.
And from the broken holy crystal, enough holy power was formed to form a limit-breaking attack, completely surrounding the bishop and blessing him, raising his power to a new height in a very short time.
After doing all this, the bishop resolutely rushed towards the huge sun in the sky, trying to interrupt it at the last moment of the ceremony.
"What a sad existence it is to be bound by pious and illusory beliefs."
In the huge defensive formation, the speaker presiding over the ceremony looked indifferently at the ray of light coming from below, not caring at all.
In the Speaker's eyes, the light rushed into the range of the defensive array, gradually getting closer to him, but its power was also constantly weakening.
In the end, when most of the external network defense force was consumed by him, the bishop's figure dimmed, and he feebly regained his original flesh and blood body.
Reluctantly looking at each other across the last bit of distance, he fell down and fell into a deep sleep.
Of course, his sacrifice of life was not completely ineffective.
Due to the influence of Maelim's power, many network connectors who have fallen into deep sleep are no longer able to continue to provide power to the defensive circle.
The power of the magic circle consumed by the bishop has not been restored again.
However, the Speaker did not pay attention to this.
Although the power of the defensive array has been almost exhausted, at this time, no one can threaten the operation of the ceremony.
"Um?"
But at this time, he suddenly noticed something wrong.
When the bishop's body finally fell, another figure in black robes who still remained awake was finally revealed among the many ninth steps.
Controlling the clone to slowly float up, Anvis's figure looked extremely abrupt in the center of the many stationary ninth steps.
When the strange melody that came from the night sky sounded before, in the distant Anvis body, the old secret scripture hanging on the waist suddenly levitated on its own, the pages of the book were opened, and the words on the surface gave off a strong dim light.
Whether it is the part of the construction network controlled by Anvis, or the clone located in the distant battlefield, all the extensions of Anvis's body are covered with a faint dark green meaning at this moment.
With the help of the spontaneous power of the Old Mysteries, Avis's will was immune to the interference of Maelim's breath and did not fall into deep sleep.
But this time, facing Ma'elim's dream power, the Old Mysteries showed difficulty for the first time.
The dark green light on the thick cover flickered, trying hard to suppress the dark yellow color, but it could only maintain an even match.
"……It's you?"
Sensing the power of the old secret scriptures in Anvis, the Speaker was finally moved.
"The world is such a small place, isn't it, dear Lord Farr?"
Slowly taking off the mask, Anvis smiled and bowed.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._