Chapter 891 Enjoy Failure, You Bastards of the Holy See! (Ten Thousand Rewards Plus 2 Updates)

"The Holy Sword of Glory was released successfully."

The Archbishop of Caleas City, who was sitting in the Cathedral of the Consolation and personally presided over the magic circle, and the Archbishop of Dias City, which was closest to Oostende, felt relaxed at the same time and almost lost all strength.

Operating the magic array and unleashing attacks far beyond their personal strength is an extremely heavy burden for each of them.

Especially when a piece of the chain of the Great Divine Magic Formation was broken, and it was necessary to guide the Radiant Holy Sword to accurately point in the direction of Ostend Star Castle...

Pray all night, gather the holy power, and finally use the church's sacred vessel as a burden, and use your own spiritual power as a guide, so that it can be released at the moment of dawn.

The moment the huge holy power rolled past, several archbishops swayed involuntarily and almost fell to the ground on the spot.

However, at this time, if there is no vomiting blood, no coma, and no being crushed to pieces by the divine power, it is victory! This means that the magic array did not recoil or explode, it was released normally!

As for the effect of the holy sword's slashing, we can only wait for the observer's report...

"Quick, report to the archbishop!" The priest who had been standing on the church bell tower, setting up the instruments and waiting for the measurement without blinking, told his young apprentice in a hurried tone:

"The Holy Sword of Glory was released successfully! The angle is correct! The distance... the distance..."

He adjusted the instrument in a noisy manner until he saw a larger white dot burst out from the red dot marked in advance:

"The distance is in line with the preset! It can be confirmed that there is no deviation in the landing point of the Glory Holy Sword! The specific killing effect needs to be confirmed by the observers at the front..."

Five miles away from Ostend.

A young man shivered and huddled on the branch of a tree. With trembling hands, he went to untie the thick hemp rope that was tied to his waist and to the trunk. oops! My hands are worn out! oops! It’s worn out again!

He rubbed his backhand against his body, and felt a burning pain. Then he remembered that he had put on a shabby linen clothes in order to look like a local farmer. Rubbing the wound, it hurts!

"Damn traitor!" He cursed in a low voice:

"You deserve to be chopped to death by the Holy Sword, and all of you will go to hell one by one! When I tell the news to the Archbishop, I won't dare to think about it in the Lord's Mansion. I should be the one in the shop on the street who rewards me for my merits, right?"

He climbed down the tree with difficulty, stretched his stiff body, and limped out. On the hands, face, and legs, there was a dark patch of mud, with countless small bumps swollen inside:

Camouflage is camouflage, but camouflage does not mean that mosquitoes will not bite people...

The young observer bared his teeth and walked down. When he left the hill, a figure slowly appeared behind him, smiled and whistled:

"Hehe... you think what you see is what you see? What you see is just what we want you to see... Illusion magic, I admit it, there is no one who went on the mission this time One!"

He walked back humming. You can already imagine what kind of report the little guy who froze in the tree all night and was bitten by mosquitoes all night would submit:

The Holy Sword of Glory hits the Star Castle head-on!

The Star Castle was completely torn apart, with a gap several meters wide dented in the middle!

The Count of Ostend and his wife united with a group of heretics to try to resist, but were hit head-on with a lightsaber! That was terrible. The cover that was held up with all its strength could only hold on for two breaths before it exploded on the spot!

How many people died? I don't know, but I saw that the sky turned red at that time, and there was a hazy red mist. But the count seemed to have saved his life. I saw him being held up by two people, with only half of his body left, and he tried his best to escape...

"Hey Hey……"

The illusion magician became more and more proud and happy as he thought about it. With a wide smile on his face, he swayed and walked towards the Star Castle. As I walked, I couldn't help singing a song:

“Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There is no better place in the world than home,

Oh, there is no better place in the world than home~~~”

"Stop singing! You've gone to Aiolan Island if you're out of tune!" Someone from a distance shouted angrily:

"Why don't you come over and help!"

"Well……"

This is the bad thing about the illusion system. It has weak frontal combat power and can't be beaten... If people from the plasticity system carry it over, they can only work honestly...

The Vatican personnel who had been waiting for half an hour under the illusion were indeed in high spirits and brought back the good news that the rear wanted. The archbishop of Dias City hesitated for a moment, but in the end he still did not dare to act rashly, but passed the news on:

Let the cities behind know!

Let every archbishop in the chain of divine magic array know about it!

Especially, let Archbishop Joyce of the Solace Cathedral in Caleas City know!

It is impossible for an enemy that has been defeated to regain its fighting strength, especially if both legs are gone. It is not that easy to stand up. Everyone must share the spoils together, especially with the boss, otherwise, haha...

He had no hope of advancing. His only thought was to survive until retirement and then return to the town next to the Glory Holy City to retire. Regardless of whether the sky is falling or not, tall people must bear the weight.

Riding a fast horse lightly, passing backwards after one stop. That afternoon, a cavalry team galloped out from the Cathedral of the Solace and rushed to various churches:

"Assemble! Assemble the Holy Knights! Assemble the clergy! Assemble the elites to recover the city of Ostend and the Cathedral of Saint Lily!"

"Before the team from the Glory Holy City arrives, we need to recover the church and try to repair the magical array! If people come from above, we won't see a complete magical array, or at least, we won't see one in our hands. Divine magic array, that kind of consequences——"

Of course, repairing the magical array is mainly related to the archbishop and bishops; the wealth in Ostend is related to everyone, especially the knights. Seven cities, seven ports, each handling huge amounts of materials——

The city of Ostend, before the incident, had stockpiled a large amount of military supplies! It’s impossible for such a large amount of supplies to evaporate under the [Glory Holy Sword], right?

Go quickly!

Go quickly!

The horse's hooves hit it and poured out. Each of the six churches dispatched half of the Holy Knights, led by a high knight of level 10 or above. The team was equipped with two bishops and several priests:

This team, even if there is any remaining resistance in Ostend, can be crushed without any difficulty!

Of course, for such a good thing, there is no need to count on the armed forces of local lords. The number of Holy Knights guarding the church, half guarding and half attacking, is already a bit too much - this is the power of six churches!

Discuss, dispatch, assemble. By the time six hundred cavalry poured out from Dias City and rushed towards Ostend, it was already the third day. And what they faced was an enemy they didn't expect at all——

"Don't worry." The same black-haired young man who communicated with Count Ostend stood leisurely beside the Count, holding the horse's rein in his hand - God knew that the Phantom Pony didn't need to control it like this.

He was spinning a short silver flute in his hand. He pressed it occasionally, and a breeze flowed through the flute, which produced one or two untuned flute notes:

"You have been fighting together with the clergy of the Glorious Religion for a long time. This is probably the first time you have fought together with magicians. I'm afraid you haven't seen many applications of magic. Don't worry, just follow our command -"

He listened for a while, nodded, and whispered a few words softly. Count Ostend, who was beside him, only saw the movement of his mouth, but did not hear him make any sound, nor did he know who he was talking to.

If he didn't have a magician wife, the count really didn't know. He should be communicating with someone in front of him. Maybe he was receiving news, maybe he was giving instructions?

"Well, the enemy is coming." He waved the silver flute casually, and there was a soft whine, and Count Ostend felt his ears buzzing. Then, the sound of wind, the chirping of insects, the chirping of birds...

Everything is gone. In the distance, one can see the cavalry troop galloping towards them, and the dust is rising in a thrilling large area;

You can see the leader of the knights taking off his lance, shouting orders, and adjusting the formation;

You can see the clergy in the team praying quietly on horseback, opening the sacred scriptures, and white light falling like rain, covering everyone;

You can see the people in the back row bending their bows and setting up arrows, pointing high into the sky. Then with an order, the arrows instantly covered the sky...

He can see everything. However, nothing could be heard, not the sound of horse hooves, the sound of orders, the sound of bowstrings, nothing, it was like watching a thrilling mime.

Moreover, the targets of those attacks...

"Who are they attacking?"

"Haha, Lawrence, good job." The black-haired young man laughed softly. Inside the barrier, a breeze blew out of thin air, and another young male voice laughed:

"Of course, who am I!"

Shoot arrows, charge. Count Ostend could clearly see that the knights of the Holy See in the front row clenched their lances, tensed their muscles, and paid 120,000 yuan of attention. From the looks of it, it seems that the next moment, he will be facing off against an equally powerful enemy——

The man fell on his back!

The first row of cavalry stumbled without warning and rolled down. The horses in the back row, and then the back row, could not restrain the horses, and they were pushed down row by row.

People screamed, horses neighed, bones were broken and tendons were broken. At this moment, the count suddenly discovered that there was a large pit on the road ahead, and he didn't know when it was dug.

And those Holy See knights fell into the pit one by one without any precautions, trampling and crushing each other.

"Stop, stop—"

"There's an ambush——"

Someone among the incoming enemies shouted. There was a roar from the pit, but it was the leader of the knights who was in the front row, holding a spear, and bravely rushed out of the pit. The black-haired young man smiled:

"Finally discovered it? It's too late!"

He took out a paper tube from somewhere and lit it casually. With a whooshing sound, a flame shot straight into the sky and exploded high in the sky, glowing with splendor.

The moment the colorful light exploded, earth-shattering beast roars came from the left, right and rear of the knights.

"Summon from another world." The black-haired young man raised the corner of his mouth slightly:

"Enjoy it, you bastards of the Holy See!"

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