Transcending the quasi-tidy history of the great struggle

Jambudvipa is the fundamental world.

Mortal world, Isle of Great Britain, Severn Vale.

The sudden dense fog filled the air, covering the entire area in just 10 minutes at an absolutely abnormal speed.

Under the cover of thick white water vapor, hundreds of priests in black uniforms moved silently, their goal was a tall stone tower with a pointed cone built alone on the top of the hill.The tower is full of disgusting reliefs and patterns, and the spire is so weird that it is against common sense.It stands in the empty valley, like an ugly and shocking scar on the ground, out of tune with everything around.

Stepping on the withered yellow grass sea, the priests moved in unison, constantly approaching the stone tower, and surrounded it.Their bodies are blessed with the lightness technique, and they will not make the slightest sound when walking on the ground, in order to deceive people's eyes and ears.

At the same time, a terrifying number of mages flew out of the mist, their gray robes fluttering silently in the air—this was also the effect of a specific spell.

The priest and mage stopped at the same time when they were several hundred meters away from the stone tower. The dense fog seemed to be driven away invisible, forming a vacuum.

The eight silver armored knights strode quickly to the front of the team.Their bodies are as steady and majestic as mountains, standing in eight directions respectively.After standing still for a while, they shouted together, and the bright long swords in their hands suddenly radiated brilliance, and they slashed forward together. The golden sword light was sharp and swift, and they went straight to the stone tower.However, an invisible force surged in the entire space, and the sword light was constantly weakened, and completely dissipated when it was half a meter away from the stone tower.

These are the eight most powerful among King Arthur's twelve knights of the round table. Purely according to the realm of physical training, they have reached the extreme of mortals, and each person's experience is enough to become an epic.The armors on their bodies and the swords in their hands were all made by the elves of Lake Avalon, and they were blessed with magic by the archmage Merlin himself, and they were extremely powerful.

Come again!The eight knights looked at each other, the golden light on the sword was flowing, and another sword was slashed out, before the momentum became stronger.This time, the others did not watch, but released spells that had been prepared for a long time-in an instant, lightning snakes, ice blades, gale tornadoes, and endless flames intertwined to form a mighty torrent of spells, mixed with Eight mighty and unparalleled sword lights covered the stone pagoda.

At the moment when all the attacks entered the defense range of the stone tower, everything seemed to be still. All the spells and sword lights paused for a moment, and then exploded. The strong rays of light and violent air waves quickly scattered, flooding the the whole valley.The soil rolled up, the rocks shattered into pieces, and the sea of ​​grass, woods, and shrubs all fell outwards with the stone tower as the center.The nearest town is only a few kilometers away. If it weren't for the cover of the fog technique, the residents there would definitely see everything here.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the priests, knights and mages looked at the direction of the stone tower. The whole tower was safe and sound, but they keenly felt that the previous defense force had been greatly weakened. This was an intuitive recognition. Know.

The pastor who led the team was a middle-aged bishop in his 40s with a calm face.He looked at the current situation, and frowned slightly: "This is the only temple of the blind and foolish evil god Azathoth on this island. His Excellency the Archbishop of Canterbury and Archmage Merlin spent so much effort to find it. It is absolutely impossible to do so." It's easy..."

Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!Misty and strange black air gushes out from every gap in the stone tower and spreads in all directions.Stained with black air, the withered grass on the ground turned to ashes, and the forested rocks also showed scorched marks, revealing an ominous color of decay.

"Everyone retreat! Quick! Quick!" Realizing that something was wrong, the bishop raised his voice and shouted.Having dealt with these heretics for a long time, he knew in his heart that they were a group of inhuman lunatics with no bottom line and no fear, and he must not take them lightly.

The huge team retreated hundreds of meters neatly, and colorful magic barriers were erected one after another to protect everyone.The priests immediately stood up and chanted the purification spell loudly. The holy platinum radiance rose up and confronted the black air in the air, making a chi-chi sound, as if putting a red-hot iron block into ice water Same.

Suddenly, there was another sound of drumming in the tower, monotonous and rapid without rhythm.Then, the hoarse flute sound and the chilling howl sounded one after another. The three sounds were entangled together, like a hateful sharp knife, piercing straight into everyone's brain; It hit people's hearts fiercely, and delirium and terrifying illusion scenes continued to emerge.

Everyone present felt nausea in the chest, increased heartbeat, dizziness and pain in the head, trembling in the thighs, and various discomforts in the body. A few people with lower cultivation bases even rolled their eyes and passed out. Constantly twitching.There are also many mages who lost control and fell heavily from the air, foaming at the mouth, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Under the interference of the magic sound, the golden light emitted by the priests gradually became scattered and weak, retreating steadily, and the black energy was about to touch the frontmost people.

The bishop who led the team endured the discomfort in his heart, and took out a tattered parchment Bible from the storage bag, holding it in his hand very solemnly.

Strange to say, as soon as the Bible was taken out, the bishop felt warm and warm all over his body, like the sunshine in spring. He suddenly felt that his ears were much clearer, and his physical discomfort was greatly relieved—"As expected of a saint A sacred object left by His Excellency Augustine!" He secretly admired.

The history of this "Bible" can be traced back to Saint Augustine in the Roman era. It is said that Saint Augustine copied it by himself in his later years. It contains extremely powerful power and was brought to the British island by his disciples.

The bishop felt that the power in his body was active like never before. He took a deep breath, turned to the corresponding page of the Bible, and activated the great prophecy: "May God rise up and scatter his enemies, so that those who hate him, from Flee before him. They are cast out, as smoke is blown away by the wind; and the wicked perish in the face of God, as wax is melted by fire. But the righteous shall rejoice, and be glad and glad before God."

The sacred and majestic power diffused from the bible, echoed and resonated with the mana in the bishop's words, and then expanded to the entire valley, evolving into an invisible field.The sound of loud horns and ethereal hymns constantly echoed in this field, competing with the sound of drums, flutes, and howls. The holy light emitted by the priests rose suddenly like a fire poured with boiling oil, black The air became sluggish.

"Sing to God, sing praises to his name! Make the highway for him who rides through the wilderness. His name is Jehovah, rejoice before him." The bishop continued, his voice was not loud, but he conveyed clearly In everyone's ears, this word has a wonderful power, and everyone becomes energetic after listening to it, and gets rid of all the previous illnesses.

The priests mustered up their will and chanted the psalm in unison: "The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament proclaims his handicrafts. Words from day to day; knowledge from night to night. No words, no words, no voice. Listen." They were blessing the power of the bishop's great prophecy, and there seemed to be faint singing voices coming from the sky and the earth, and the light was more dazzling, layer upon layer, like a sea tide, surging endlessly, and there were even faint shadows of angels flying up and down , Gradually eating away at the chaotic black energy.

The eight knights were wrapped in golden light, and they also took advantage of the situation, slashing at the black air with the incandescent sword light, and drew eight huge gaps in it.The mages took advantage of this opportunity to use all kinds of spells in one go, like a continuous rain of brilliant light, hitting the black air and exploding it, making it churning like boiling water.

The attack lasted for more than half an hour, the thick black air gradually became thinner and weaker, the three magic sounds also tended to stop, and finally the two completely disappeared.

The bishop breathed a sigh of relief, but did not let his guard down completely.He winked at the eight knights, and after the knights understood, they slashed out with their swords again, this time they hit the entire stone tower smoothly, the stone tower collapsed suddenly, and the smoke and dust rose up, blocking everyone's sight .

Without waiting for the bishop's order, a high-ranking mage waved his staff and summoned a gust of wind to disperse the dust to prevent a sneak attack.

It's a pity that what he did was doomed to be in vain, because then the bishop found that there was no sign of life or corpse in the tower—it was an empty tower, and everything just now was caused by the defensive magic circle on the tower !

The Archbishop of Canterbury was astonished when he heard the report—eight Knights of the Round Table under the Throne of Arthur, [-] priests, [-] magicians, and a church relic was dispatched. Most of the elite forces in the practice world have not caught anyone!

"It seems that I still underestimated the power of the evil god Azathoth. This is his only temple on the island. I'm afraid there are spells bestowed by him... Do you know where all the priests and believers have gone?"

"Sorry, we don't know."

"Forget it," the Archbishop shook his head, "I will report this matter to the Holy See. Oh, yes, I have to go to the Archmage Merlin and ask him to use divination to predict it."

"Oh, the Holy See has tried its best to kill this belief, but it is still difficult to control." The archbishop's gray beard trembled with his sigh, "Those believers are like lunatics, completely devoid of morality and reason. How could anyone believe in this kind of evil god? Pure chaos and evil, full of blasphemous classics..."

"May God bless us, Amen."