Sword and Sorcery and Martial Arts

Chapter 542

Hearing the voices outside, Ralph felt a little uneasy, so he moved a few stone tables behind the gate, and piled them together to block the gate's closure.

This should be safe.

He sat by the bonfire in the center of the temple, his eyes fixed on the gate.

"Why didn't you fight outside, but ran into the temple and hid with us?" A girl who looked fifteen or sixteen years old asked.

Her body hadn't started to rot, just her skin was pale.

"What I am doing now is the task assigned to me by the great Lord himself. This task is more important than my life. Are you doubting that I came here because I was afraid of death?" Ralph retorted righteously. road.

"I didn't mean that." The girl walked aside with some embarrassment.

Fortunately, I used to know a lot of magic stick.

Ralph thought to himself after seeing the girl sent away by him.

Outside the temple, Morton kept waving his long sword to attack the wandering souls approaching him.

After the high wall was filled with the wandering souls that surged up, they retreated towards the temple under the order of the God of Hunting, intending to form a defensive line in front of the temple gate.

Morton glanced at the God of Hunting not far away, wearing gorgeous scale armor, with a blurred face, and his heart was full of fighting spirit.

Even if I die again this time, I will definitely be resurrected under its divine power.

Even if everyone dies in battle this time, the great god must have a way to wipe out all these wandering spirits and allow us all to be reborn safely.

"Why is the gate of the temple closed!" someone shouted loudly behind him.

The God of Hunting turned back to look at the Temple of Eyes. Even though its face was blurred and its expression was unclear, Morton could read its astonishment.

And there is still a little panic?
I must have read it wrong, the face of God is blurred, how can I see the expression?

Morton gave up his previous thoughts in the next moment, and mustered all his energy to deal with the wandering spirit in front of him.

Wandering souls are inherently difficult to deal with. They are irrational, unafraid of pain, and tireless. As long as there is a chance to attack you, even if there is a sword in front of you, you will not hesitate to be cut into two by the sword. Bite you.

But this time, the wandering soul has become more difficult to deal with. The previous methods of beheading and beheading that can kill the wandering soul are completely ineffective now.

Even if someone smashed the wandering soul's head with a war hammer just now, the wandering soul's head rolled to the side and bit him with its deformed mouth.

Morton felt as if he had touched something hard on his back.

Have you retreated to the gate of the temple before you know it?

Alas, there is no room to dodge.

The next moment, Morton, who had just cut several wandering souls with his sword, was overwhelmed by the wandering souls rushing up in front of him, and was torn into pieces without even making a scream...

Ralph in the temple looked nervously at the gate, sitting by the campfire, he could hear the knocking sound from the gate.

Have those wandering spirits already attacked here?

The gate of the temple is very thick and well closed, so that no sound from the outside can come in. Ralph is very grateful for this.

"Did they kill all the wandering souls, and stood at the entrance of the temple and knocked on the door, asking us to open the door?" asked the girl just now.

"Don't open it yet! Let me contact the god. I am the oracle appointed by it, and I can contact it directly. That's why it assigned me this glorious task." Ralph shouted hastily.

He began to worry about how he would be punished if the God of Hunting and his followers won the victory this time.

Forget it, the thing has been done, there is no need to regret it.

The God of Hunting outside the temple gate was angry and panicked.

Although demigods are far more powerful than mortals, once they die in this world, they will be completely lost and cannot be reborn.

And its strength is not very strong, facing so many wandering souls, it is not fully sure to survive.

It pulled the huge bow, and an arrow flew out with a strong wind. The row of wandering souls in front of it were all crushed, but they were filled by the surrounding wandering souls immediately.

The God of Hunting wearing gorgeous scale armor took a few breaths.

There is not much power left, and the attack like just now cannot be carried out a few times.

I have to find a way to break out of the siege quickly. If all my strength is exhausted and I can't even maintain the divine power shield, I will definitely die here.

Although I feel a little bit reluctant to part with the shelter that took thousands of years to build, but compared with my own life, my life is still more important.

The God of Hunting took a deep breath, the scales on his body gleamed, and all the wandering souls around him were blown away by an invisible wave of air.

With his left foot slammed on the ground, he leaped high, nimbly avoiding the pounce of the wandering soul below, and ran towards the high wall.

Trapped in the world of the dead for thousands of years, there are very few church forces left in the real world.

There are fewer and fewer believers, and their own strength is far less than before.

If my strength is still as strong as it was 1000 years ago, even if this wandering soul has undergone this mutation and cannot be killed like before, I still have the ability to protect this place.

The God of Hunting stepped on the head of a wandering soul to borrow strength, and jumped high again.

At this moment, a wandering soul with a strange appearance jumped up from below and hugged the foot of the God of Hunting.

Interracial?

The next moment, the God of Hunting felt that he was falling rapidly.

It looked down, and dozens of wandering spirits grabbed the alien wandering spirit, and the huge weight made it fall downward.

The God of Hunting was startled.

If you fall into the pile of wandering souls, you may be squeezed into meatloaf before being torn to pieces.

Boom!
The God of Hunting hit the ground heavily.

Without giving it a chance to cast spells, countless wandering souls rushed towards it frantically.

The God of Hunting took out a dagger and severed the head of a wandering spirit that was on top of him.

It tried to stand up vigorously, but it was in vain. The moment it landed, the wandering souls pressing on it had already piled up into a hill.

The power in the body is rapidly passing away, and it won't be long before the shield will dissipate.

The God of Hunting was extremely desperate and unwilling.

I didn't expect that I would die at the hands of such a thing.

It smiled self-deprecatingly.

At this moment, a whisper came from nowhere.

"Do you want to live..."

The voice was full of distortion and madness, just listening to it made the God of Hunting feel in a trance.

"Accept me, you will gain unparalleled strength..."

The God of Hunting hesitated.

The voice is probably deceiving myself, but it's my only hope of living.

Just as the God of Hunting was about to respond to the voice, a faint sound of bells and drums came from his ears, and all his eyes were filled with some kind of sacred golden light.

The golden light became brighter and brighter, and it saw the outline of a palm, and the wandering soul pressing on it turned into dust.

The giant golden hand that came from nowhere in front of him didn't stop after crushing the wandering soul, and hit the hunting god.

The gorgeous scale armor only resisted it for a moment, and it turned into golden light dust, floating in the air.

puff!
Scarlet blood spat out from the mouth of the hunting god.

Enduring the pain, it stood up, clenched the dagger in its hand, and stared at the two humans falling from mid-air in front of it.

I don't know if it's an enemy or a friend.

But dying in the hands of such a strong person is much better than dying under the siege of wandering souls.

This ending is not too bad.

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(End of this chapter)