Chapter 890: So the Holy See Wants to Kill Us? !

The glorious holy sword was emptied and slashed down.

From Banktan, the farthest, to Calleas, the largest city and church, to Dix, the nearest. Stars of white light floated up bit by bit. At first they were thin and warm, but as they gathered more, the light gradually became more intense until they could no longer be seen.

Nearly two hundred miles away, the magical formation formed by six churches connected from a high altitude looks like a holy sword stretching across the earth.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it looks very impressive..."

On the other side of the strait, a few small dots floated high in the clouds. As soon as one of them made a tut-tsk sound, the other one waved from a distance and was slapped on the forehead by a long gust of wind:

"Silence! Don't make any noise while watching this kind of scene. Do you think the sword will turn around and hit you!"

"Who is making the big noise..."

The person who spoke before was chattering unwillingly. Soon, he was stopped by several people:

"Quiet! It's coming!"

Viewed from a very high altitude, a ray of morning light approaches from far away, advancing very quickly. Behind the area where the morning light advanced, the earth quickly became brighter, as if a paintbrush dipped in gold powder was following behind, smearing large areas wantonly.

This kind of scene, no matter how many times you see it, makes you fascinated and unable to control yourself. And when this line of morning light reaches the connection with the magical array——

"boom!"

It was as if there was an invisible giant hand pulling out the radiant holy sword. Upright, swinging, slashing——

With an upward wave, the clouds split and the floating clouds dispersed layer by layer, revealing the clear and clear sky;

Slashing down, the sword spanned an area of ​​dozens of miles, and the tip of the sword gently touched the center of the star fortress just built by the Earl outside Ostend.

The heavy fortress was cut in half silently. The lightsaber cut through the rock like a hot knife cutting through butter. In the center of the star fort, a blank space several meters wide instantly appeared;

Swinging it horizontally, the white light suddenly exploded, and a huge explosion was centered on the star castle and pushed out horizontally.

The star castle cracked, the city walls trembled, and the church with half of its spire blown off shook violently. From the secret room deep underground, a desperate cry came out:

"No--"

"Boom!"

A second loud bang. This time, the air wave rolled back and bricks flew everywhere. The Cathedral of Saint Lily, which was still standing strong, collapsed with a rumble. Along with the air waves and bricks, a white light mist spread out and swept across the entire city.

"This power is very good." Across the strait, the magicians floating in the clouds praised:

"I haven't seen the Great Divine Magic Formation activated in many years... When the radiant Holy Sword fell, half of the energy stored in the six churches was drained, right?"

"We should bring all the children at home to see this scene...especially little Gretel. It would be a pity not to let him see this scene..."

"There will be opportunities in the future... Hey, I just don't know how the people who are performing the mission over there are doing now..."

The magicians performing the mission were ready. Everyone in the group of people closest to the city heard overlapping whispers:

"My lord——"

"My lord——"

“My Lord, I praise you, I sing your praises, I worship you—”

"Psychic attack! Plan three!"

A magician shouted, reaching behind the collar and pulling hard. A ball of something like a silver hairnet rose up from his hand and was pulled forward by him, directly clasping his head. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief:

"Okay, I can't hear you anymore... As expected, the Vatican's brainwashing also includes some mind control spells. I need to remember this carefully..."

The magicians next to them also tied their own silver nets. Those who are unable to react, or whose eyes are a little straight-eyed, will inevitably be looked around by their colleagues, grabbed and forcibly buckled.

As for whether the silver hairnet will create a mesh on the nose, then, ahem, life is important, and mental independence is important!

It has to be said that the mental attack shielder developed by the Puzzle Control Department is extremely effective. Non-frontal impact, low-intensity attacks, with this silver net, can be shielded to the point where they are almost imperceptible.

The magicians each have a ball of silver glitter on their heads. After the equipment is completed, the head pops up from the ditch outside the city. Each person has an instrument, quickly adjusts it, and quickly records:

"500 meters close to the blast center! Spell power, blue, reading 58!"

"800 meters close to the blast center! Spell power, cyan, reading 95!"

"1000 meters close to the explosion center! Spell power, cyan, reading 37!"

"Don't go in! Wait until the attack is over! We have equipment in the center of the blast center!"

"What if the instrument breaks down?"

"If it's broken, it's broken! The instruments will be broken, and you won't be able to withstand it even if you go in!"

Most of the people who are busy here are from the conjuration system and the evocation system. In other words, apart from the magicians, there are only a few loyalists of the Holy See who are blocked in the cathedral and sealed by magic.

The rest of the people, including citizens, farmers, and soldiers, all retreated five miles outside the city under the guidance of the knights of Count Ostend. Those who refused to retreat, but unfortunately those who had a lot of things at home, were also huddled in the ditch, lying on the back of the hillside, not daring to move.

Occasionally, someone would complain in a low voice:

"How long do we have to stay...I'm cold and hungry..."

"Shut up! Don't die!"

The person who started to drink secretly turned his head and glanced at the semicircular hut next to him. In that hut covered with vines and looking no different from a mound, several weirdos were sleeping:

It was these weirdos, playing the flute, walking slowly through the long street. Some have lively and joyful flute sounds, some have a lingering and lingering sound, some have long and short sounds, and are intermittent, and some make people feel like they are about to expire...

But no matter how the flute played, those of them who did not follow the knight all walked out of their homes inexplicably like they were possessed after hearing the sound of the flute.

They lined up behind the flute player, one foot high and one foot low, walking out of the city and behind the hills outside the city.

Some people immediately want to run back. The weirdo who played the flute didn't stop him. He just raised the flute to his lips and blew a few notes.

Then, everyone watched helplessly as the people who escaped, like marionettes, returned to the team in a daze...

Even if those weirdos didn't beat them, scold them, or let them walk into the river and drown, no one would want to experience that kind of horror again. Only one person begged in a low voice:

"My father is still in the city... He broke his leg and can't walk..."

"Don't worry, someone will take care of it."

The weird flute player in the eyes of the citizens, the mage group sent by the control department, turned back and sat down, holding the flute and closing his eyes. Regarding how to evacuate the residents, the council has already made a plan. For those who cannot move, another group of mages will naturally be responsible...

The control system comes out of the city, and the necromantic system comes on the scene. Each necromancer led a group of skeletons and a group of small bone rats, spreading out in streets and alleys.

The bone rat has a small body and flexible movements. It can crawl and crawl everywhere. Most importantly, it will not miss any signs of life:

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The bone rat barked wildly. In the darkness, two skeletons wandered forward. Not long after, a door panel was removed with a click, and a hemiplegic old man was lifted out.

The elderly, the disabled, and those with limited mobility. Each necromancer is responsible for a group of skeletons. When they are full, they will be sent outside the city, and then returned to the place where they are delivered.

Except for the Necromancer, who was wearing a fluttering black robe and looked like a ghost in the dark night. The people around you were creaking, creaking, and the people carrying people were all skeletons. In addition to the more terrifying visual effects, the purpose of transporting people was indeed achieved...

Moreover, the combination of the Charm Control System and the Necromantic System has a perfect shock and suppression effect. At this moment, a large number of people were lying on the back of the hillside, not daring to make any noise, not daring to make a scene, not even daring to breathe hard. He stretched out his head and looked at the city of Ostend in the distance:

Watching the dawn come, watching the glorious holy sword strike down, watching the air waves flying across the sky, watching the church fall...

All the people, especially the elderly farmers who had believed in the Lord of Light for generations and went to church every week, opened their mouths wide and looked at the path of the lightsaber in disbelief:

"It turns out...they want to kill us..."

That sword, that sword that fell from the sky, struck out of thin air without mercy. What would have happened if they were still in the city when the lightsaber struck?

Will he be killed directly?

Will he be beaten to pieces by flying bricks and stones, wailing for days and nights, and finally die without power?

Or maybe, after being pressed lightly by the lightsaber, there seems to be no damage on the outside, but the soul has been taken away by the lightsaber?

Such a pure and brilliant light sword could only have come from the Church of the Lord of Glory. When it fell, it wanted to kill them... In other words, it was not for the purpose of killing them, but it also had no pity for them. life……

Why?

Why!

Those who blew up the church and raised armies against the Holy See were clearly others; but in the eyes of the Holy See, do they, civilians who did nothing, deserve the same death?

"Why!"

Suddenly someone cried out in pain. Several magicians looked at each other and shrugged. Count Ostend took this opportunity to jump on a tree stump and shouted:

"Everyone has seen it! - The Holy See of Glory doesn't care about your lives at all. The army is pushing over and everyone will die together! If you don't want to die, just follow me!"

"Don't be afraid, everyone! They can only activate a great magic of this scale once! Next, we just need to repair the city and the fortress to withstand them, and we will survive! Let's go back and build the city defenses!"

"Follow your lord!"

The trusted knight immediately raised his arms and shouted. Followed by other soldiers under the earl, and then followed by young citizens who were filled with indignation and infected by the atmosphere:

"Follow your lord!"

"Follow your lord!"

"Stand up to those bastards!"

Amid the fanatical shouting, several magicians whispered to each other:

"Hey, the city defenses can't be repaired so quickly, can they?"

"That's right, after being struck by the lightsaber like this, all the magic defense underneath will be destroyed, right? How long will it take to practice?"

"Ahem...there is no magic circle in the first place..." Another insider laughed secretly:

"They are all earth and stones, just arranged according to the prototype of the shape, so that they can be filled with magic materials later... As for the city wall itself, I heard that the cement is coming soon?"

"So...we used an empty city and a half-finished fortress...to deceive the Holy See into using a big move?"

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