People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 623 Mahakala

"Master Sanjie, the difference between the superior and the inferior will be revealed at this moment."

Boyantu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the necklace of human bones worn around his neck. Each bone was surrounded by lingering resentment. It was a very powerful magical weapon.

"This one is the skull of a boy who was deceived by his lover and could not get what he wanted. This one is the skull of the last person killed by the Huneru tribe, the captain of the Balatu tribe. This one."

The shaman on the white horse couldn't help but frown: "Okay, Master, are you showing off your magic weapon?"

"I have no such intention. I just want to tell you that all living beings suffer. The Buddha is merciful. If you want to transcend, gain great freedom and great wisdom, there is only one way, which is to convert to Buddhism."

"Ha, is the Master preaching to me?"

Boyantu sneered. Over the years, the bald monks on the grassland had extended olive branches to him many times, but his cultivation was all gained from his realization of the immortal spirit and his travels on the prairie. He was not the same as the monks at all.

If he were to join them and stray from his own path, all his cultivation would be wasted.

"Alas, Your Excellency is obsessed."

"Masters, stop arguing. The enemy is about to speed up and launch a charge. If you have any means to defeat the enemy, please use them quickly."

Bayan Temur followed behind the two masters and couldn't help but say.

Although he is also Yesen's younger brother, they are not from the same mother. He is not as valued by Yesen as Boluo, and his abilities are relatively ordinary. Looking at the enemy's aggressive momentum, he feels a little uneasy.

Although the elite troops given to him by Yesen were quite good, they seemed to be no match for those ferocious and wolf-like guys on the opposite side.

Master Sangjie looked at the "black dragon" approaching in the distance, and showed a bitter face again, and said in a low voice: "He has seized the fortune of all dragons and has the unique dragon vein luck of the East. Fortunately, he came from the West, otherwise he would be another tyrant who stirs up the storm."

Boyantu sneered: "Master, are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid. The dragon is ferocious, but I have my own way to subdue it. I just haven't found out its strength yet. There are several powerful auras hidden among those foreign riders. I'm afraid they are all evil cultivators from foreign lands with extraordinary strength."

Master Sanjay shook his head.

"I'm here to test the strength of this group of barbarians!"

When Boyantu stepped on the ground, fine lines appeared on the earth. Strong winds surged, forming a huge human face that overlooked the earth from the sky.

"Eternal Heaven has granted me great power to slay the evil spirits."

Jeanna immediately sensed something, raised her head, and frowned slightly: "It's the breath of the spirit of nature."

She had more experience fighting dark creatures, but her understanding of this kind of natural magic, which was similar to the Celtic Druid sect, was not very deep.

Not only Jeanne, but everyone else as well.

In their time, the Celts were either thousands of miles away from the rest of the world or had already been on the verge of extinction. They were on the fringes of European civilization, isolated from the rest of the world, and had their own system of magic.

Losa also felt something and raised his head to look at the human face made of clouds in the sky.

From this moment on, he felt a huge hostility, as if the whole world was rejecting him.

Against the world?
It sounds pretty exciting.

A smile appeared on Losa's face under the mask. If he could eliminate either Zhu Qizhen or Tai Shi Zhong in this battle, he would have completed his mission. Even if he failed, he could try again.

Therefore, even though he knew very well that this battle would not be easy, he remained relaxed.

boom!
A crack appeared in the ground under Eclipse's feet. Eclipse quickly jumped over the crack. Lothar hurriedly raised his gun to signal everyone to rein in their horses and avoid it.

"Sir Bayantu, leave the enemy chief to me!"

"I am leaving now."

The skinny and emaciated foreign monk was like an iron ball shot from a general's cannon, smashing into the open space between the two armies.

Wait until the smoke clears.

The shriveled old man that appeared before people had turned into a muscular and imposing man.

"Aro!"

The foreign monk made a Dharma seal with his hands, and as he roared like a lion, bright lights appeared around him, as if it was the starting point of some secret ritual. The already turbulent aura in his body rose even higher.

"Mahakala, the Lord of Black Heaven has descended!"

His body turned black, and in his hands appeared an axe and a skull bowl. The bowl was pure white and crystal clear, but if you look closely, you can see a golden dragon wailing around it.

This is because during the Yuan Dynasty, foreign monks excavated the six tombs of the Southern Song Dynasty and took the skull of Song Lizong to use as sacrificial instruments.

His face was no longer full of pity and sorrow, but was replaced by a wrathful look: "Om, Mani, Padme Hum."

The six-word mantra was slowly spoken.

Every time he spoke a word, it seemed as if he was given infinite power.

From the first word, a fine line began to appear between his eyebrows, and a bloodshot eyeball squeezed out from between his eyebrows, staring fiercely at the enemy in front of him.

As the second word came out, layers of black lion mane appeared, like a neck guard.

When the third word came out, blazing black fire burst out from his body.

When the fourth word came out, the black fire under his feet formed a burning black elephant.

When the fifth word came out, he held the skull bowl in his hand, and layers of blood oozed out. The golden dragon was thrown into it, and it let out a sharp wail.

When the sixth character came out, the hatchet, which was originally only the size of an arm, expanded into a huge axe.

Finish reciting the mantra.

The angry foreign monk was already three meters tall. He stepped on the black elephant's head and galloped towards the cavalry of the delegation.

The woodland archers and armored cavalry shot armor-piercing arrows one after another, but before they could get close, they were burned to ashes by the black fire.

"Flynn, Veneto, Hans, the three of you go deal with that guy."

Lothar pointed at Bayantu.

"Nina, Kurs, Nia, the three of you will act according to circumstances and provide support at any time."

"Jenna, you focus on leading the army, and Prajna will assist you."

"As for this evil monk, leave it to me to deal with."

Lothar shouted.

This foreign monk who looked like a demon actually did not have any evil aura at all. He was a complete clergyman who served the righteous God. Jeanna had no power over him.

But this time, the monk was able to achieve twice the result with half the effort when dealing with dark creatures like Prajna.

So, he decided to deal with the monk himself.

The armies of both sides did not dare to act rashly. They watched in astonishment as this foreign monk, who looked like he was no longer a human, fought against Losa.

In Lothar's hand, the Duke's new gun extended several meters long. Eclipse charged forward, leaving patches of fire marks wherever his feet stepped, covering his body. From the gaps in the iron armor used to conceal his presence, raging hellfire gushed out.

The Holy Cross Plate Armor felt that Lothar was in a situation where he was fighting alone, and its blessing power descended upon him again.

boom--

The new spear stabbed out, and the foreign monk raised his giant axe to block Lothar's spear.

Lothar showed a look of surprise, he had already activated the half-dragon transformation. Although this state had become normal for him, it did not mean that the power contained in it was weaker than before. Taking into account the attribute points obtained from the snake monster he had just killed, his current combat power was already completely superior to most of the five-star followers of the same level.

The foreign monk roared angrily, and black fire chopped down towards him along the giant axe.

Just as Losa was about to dodge, the monk's eyebrows were raised and his eyes were wide open. His body immediately seemed to sink into a quagmire. Every movement required more effort than before. For a moment, his speed dropped sharply.

But at this time.

The decree from Lavinia came down from the sky and actually passed through the black fire that protected the monk's body and directly acted on the monk's body, causing his speed to drop sharply by a level, bringing him to the same level as Lothar.

Although both of them were weakened, their mounts were not affected.

The black elephant swung its huge trunk towards Eclipse, and the huge force hit Eclipse's visor, instantly making a large dent in it. This layer of thing was originally cast just to deceive people, and it looked solid, but it was actually just a thin layer.

Eclipse was extremely angry. He opened his mouth full of sharp teeth and spewed a mouthful of hellfire at the black elephant.

The two sides fought back and forth, and if Losa hadn't urged them, there would have been a lot of trouble.

But he found that the foreign monk suddenly threw out the bone bowl filled with blood in his hand. The bone bowl expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it expanded more than ten times, covering Losa from head to toe. The bright red light it reflected emitted an extremely terrifying suction force, as if it wanted to swallow Losa into it.

Fringilla was about to make a move, but Jeanna pulled her back and said, "Don't go. Believe in your strength. The power of the Eastern priest may seem evil, but it actually has a very obvious restraining effect on dark creatures like you. Don't think that just because he uses blood, you can restrain him."

Fulin hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "How can he use blood magic and restrain us?"

Jeanna chuckled and said, "In the medieval world, among the Western Slavs, those who are best at dealing with demons are always the demon hunters who seal the demons in their bodies and do not live long. The same is true for the Eastern priest. Although he uses the power of demons, he serves the righteous God."

"Bah, what kind of righteous god is this?"

Fulin was a little indignant.

It looks sinister and even more evil than their Bloody Court, but this is still a righteous sect. Isn't their court evil in vain?

Prajna said, "Just let the lord face it alone. In this world, no matter who dies, it will not affect reality. Even if we fail, the worst that can happen is that we can start over again. This kind of trial opportunity is not easy to come by."

She looked calm. If it were reality, she would have gone up to help Losa fight the enemy immediately.

Jeanna nodded and said, "Follow the previous arrangement of the adults. Prajna, you will charge out from the enemy's flank by yourself. When you get close, call out the Wild Hunt Cavalry to charge the enemy formation. We will try to defeat the 5,000 enemy troops who are trying to stop us in one encounter and go straight to the enemy's center."

Prajna nodded slightly: "Leave it to me."

She opened her hands and a brush appeared in them.

Cherinina and Kurs had disappeared at some point, but the shaman Bayantu, who was looking down from the sky with his huge human face, was the first to sense the danger and became alert.

(End of this chapter)