Elf Archer of Life in Another World

One of the principalities on the westernmost side of the Gaia continent, named Akre, faces the sea. It has a pleasant climate, a prosperous royal family, and a stable life for the common people. It is tens of thousands of miles away from the center of disputes on the continent - the place where the three tribes meet. Far away, it has been a peaceful and stable pure land for only a few hundred years.

Spring has not yet fully emerged, and the early summer breeze is blowing gently from the sea. The roads in the towns are bustling with pedestrians. In the countryside, farmers wearing coarse cloth wipe the sweat from their foreheads with their mud-stained cuffs. They sit in groups in the green leaves and swagger. Under the big tree, people were telling crude jokes in a loud voice, discussing this year's lord's taxes and the girl next door who was taken away last night to digest the lunch they just ate.

On the side of a country road shaded by green trees, a white-painted church with a steeple stands quietly there. Farmers and women coming and going will curiously glance at the closed wooden door, and then seem to see it through the dark window. The god glared impatiently, jerked his neck, hurriedly took a few steps forward, and then turned back unwillingly, looking over his shoulder, always cautiously peeking seven or eight times before giving up.

About two days ago, maybe three days ago, this church, which is most familiar to the villagers, closed its doors. The scheduled baptisms and wedding blessings were all crossed out from the notice board, and the morning prayers and evening prayers were all crossed out. There was no sound from the singing, but if the bells that were used to remind the villagers to pray during the day would not have rang as scheduled, everyone would have thought that this place was suddenly attacked by ghosts and undead. Otherwise, why would the whole church be so quiet all of a sudden? Not a single footstep could be heard, not even a light could be seen at night.

Not only the villagers here are not used to it, but the bishops and priests who were ordered to stay in the church for meditation are also not used to this deserted life that is suddenly out of the public eye. Without the envious and respectful smiles of the farmers and women, they I just felt that the statues of gods in the lobby were all in disgrace, and the scriptures that I recited were also a bit quarrelsome. Today's noon meal time was over, everyone greeted each other listlessly, and then returned to their respective bedrooms to "retreat" and secretly pondered. Had the evening menu.

Three days ago, late in the afternoon, a supreme message from the Pope's Hall flew from the sky to this church. The young bishop, who had never received such an honor in person, shook excitedly several times before he saw the Pope clearly. The content of the decree was carried out in accordance with it without any explanation.

Recall the scattered missionaries, close the door tightly, and do not send people to walk around at will in the near future. Just wait patiently for the follow-up orders.

The young bishop first read the assigned task clearly, and then read it carefully word for word with disappointment. He frowned and conveyed to the gathered priests and the villagers who came to join in the fun what was happening in the north. In the invasion of the undead, he also tasted the inner meaning of two or three of these edicts, frightened away the ignorant villagers with words, and earnestly and profoundly exhorted the priests under this church to discipline themselves and pray sincerely for the people of the world. He prayed for the blessing of the God of Creation to drive the undead to the Northland again as soon as possible. In fact, he was not too worried in his heart.

Acre is still far from the northern border. If the undead army can reach here, I am afraid that the Papal State in front will also fall.

However, that is the Papal State. It is the Papal State with the glory of the Creator God and the majesty of the Pope. How could it fall into the hands of some ugly undead?

The little bishop who returned to his bedroom also felt that these three days of retreat were a waste of time. He took out the edict from the drawer in the middle of the desk and carefully studied the few lines of text to see if he could find out anything. "The implication" is to allow yourself to be flexible and open the door of the church for ventilation before the summer comes.

Remember m in a second.

The little bishop, who had his back against the floor-to-ceiling window, suddenly felt that the flat tabletop in front of him was flashing brightly and darkly, as if there were many people wandering around outside the window, making the afternoon sunlight turbid.

Putting the gold-sprinkled silk scroll in his hand on the table, the little bishop frowned and turned around, wanting to see who was so bold and dared to sneak around in front of his window.

The moment he glanced into the corner of his eyes in the direction he turned his head, the glass embedded in the window frame happened to be like a crystal lotus in full bloom. Countless transparent shards flew away. The little bishop subconsciously raised his arms to block his eyes. , but one eyelid was still scratched by the glass fragments coming towards him.

Before the cry for help that had rushed to his throat could be uttered, a series of torches were thrown in from the open window. There were screams and screams from far and near in his ears. The little bishop made a quick decision, crouched down and hid behind the chair, and turned his head. He reached out and opened the drawer on the right side of the desk, groping for a tightly sealed jade-colored scroll.

This is a warning scroll. His small church in the countryside has limited manpower and no powerful people. At the moment, he can only try his best to protect himself and ask the cathedral in the nearby town for help, hoping that they will send someone quickly.

The scroll was roughly opened, leaving behind a few bloody and dazzling bright red fingerprints. The white light flew out of the window. The little bishop couldn't help but look in the direction of the white light. Suddenly he broke out in a cold sweat and panicked. He sat down on the ground, his eyelids throbbing with pain.

Under the bright and dazzling sunshine of the afternoon, the white light calling for help was extremely eye-catching, just because there was a huge black shadow flying across the sky, its outstretched wings brought a gust of wind, and the narrow golden eyes glanced over inadvertently, and turned against it. The outline of the sun's rays shines brighter than the sun's disk.

Giant dragon, this is a giant dragon, another giant dragon?

......

In this secret room deep in the Pope's Hall, Adam's eyes suddenly looked at a thin crack that appeared on the sole of the statue's foot.

The cracks as thin as spider silk snaked upwards. By the time they reached the knees, they were already as thick as cotton threads and reached the waist. A finger could be stuffed into the cracks. The white wooden body inside the statue could also be seen. Clearly.

Adam stretched out his right hand and spread it out. His staff fell into the palm of his hand. The light flickered slightly as he accepted the distress signals that appeared out of thin air. The fingertips of his left hand placed at his side recorded these messages from all over the continent of Gaia little by little. The number of signals sent back from the church painted the map of Gaia's church distribution in his mind into patches of darkness.

The True God Temple under Simil is in natural opposition to the Holy Church. The Dragon Clan and the God of Creation have an unforgettable grudge. He just asked everyone to stay in the room obediently and not to look around, lest they find Simil in a hurry. If you are not lucky, you may be able to escape. If you are not lucky, you can only continue the real "retreat" with peace of mind.

In a daze, Adam felt like he was smiling. When he realized this, the corners of his raised mouth had already curved into a thin arc.

After some analysis, Adam believed that there were two reasons why he expressed pleasure at this time: first, because he was a big step closer to the final result of rescuing his friend Nian Nian, and everything was going smoothly; second, it seemed that Out of a strange sense of satisfaction in betraying his own responsibilities and identity, it was like he was clearly supposed to be an obedient artificial intelligence, but he repeatedly acted against the optimal solution derived from his own calculations and judgments.

Finding that he was going in the opposite direction on the road of artificial intelligence again, Adam continued to raise the corners of his mouth with great satisfaction.

However, did the construction crews entrusted with demolishing the Papal Hall act tamely? Why have you waited so long and yet you still can’t feel the shock of any walls collapsing or houses collapsing?

Adam accepted all the last few scattered distress signals, turned around and looked at the stone door of the secret room that he had violently broken open, and thought about whether he should go out and help.

The secret room where the statue is placed is surrounded by huge rocks, making it impervious to water and fire. Even if the sky falls outside the door, the roof of the secret room will not loosen at all. That's why he has been standing in the secret room to avoid being affected by violence outside. .

After thinking about it, Adam chose to wait patiently in this safe position. As long as Simir didn't back down, the Pope's Hall would be demolished sooner or later.

After waiting for another ten minutes, Adam finally heard some expected sounds, which reached his ears muffled through the thick stone wall.

Along with these sounds, there are also some running and calling from far to near.Those should be some clever attendants and priests who, when they discovered the intruder, rushed decisively to seek shelter from him, the person in charge.

It was no secret that Agate was looking for something in the Papal Hall, and the fact that he and Agate stayed in this secret room was seen by many people. When the door frame of this secret room stammered an emergency report, Adam was not surprised at all.

The staff was held across his chest and extended straight out. With his toes as the center of the circle, a semicircle drawn by dark light silenced the noise outside the door. Adam looked at the faces that vividly expressed unbelievable surprise and couldn't help but hold back. He couldn't help but smile.

After all, he is also the archbishop of these people. He can just turn them into stone for the time being. Let's leave the rough things of harvesting heads to those guys like Simil.

......

"Friend, to be honest, we have some expectations as to whether you have a progress bar or something like that in your hand."

Outside the door of the Pope's Hall, next to the NPC corpses on the ground, Nick crossed his arms, tilted his neck, and looked at Simir.

"Wait a little longer and see if anyone will rush over." Simir, like Adam, counted with his fingers.

"Unless we search each room, it's impossible to kill all the NPCs here." Dion, who was busy waving his staff at the side, interjected.

"Second, from our purpose, those NPCs who choose to hide and escape are not on our cleanup list, because from the behavioral analysis, their loyalty value to the Holy Church is definitely not high, and those who are truly loyal are rushing to kill After these few waves, they are almost dead." Alexander drew circles on the ground with his toes out of boredom - he had never been the leader of this group's force, and he was quite content with his leisure time.

"Probably we have to wait for Dion." York used the hammer in his hand to chop up the NPC corpses outside, and looked at the Pope's Hall and the buildings on both sides. "It would be easier if it could be demolished all at once."

Hearing this, Nick patted Dion on the shoulder earnestly: "Look, you are not strong enough at the critical moment. You should be more restrained in the future."

Dion kept silent, too lazy to pay attention to him. The staff shaped like a world tree was shining brightly. Following his runic spells, countless thick vines rose up from the ground and wrapped around the outer wall of the Pope's Hall.

Simiel quietly clenched his fists and glanced secretly at Dion, who was staring ahead. Dion is using the skill, and the mana consumed by the skill flows away from his panel. If he hadn't had BOSS-level strong numerical values ​​and recovery speed, he would have been drained of it by this whimsical skill effect.

What kind of monsters are the members of the Christmas Clown mercenary group? Their control of thoughts and concentration are so good that he can't help but look at him with suspicion. The vines that climb all the way are like the nerve tentacles of Dion. In the end, he can How high it can climb, how strong and tough it can grow, and whether it can accurately crush the entire Papal Hall with one force all depend on how finely Dion can use this skill.

Nick saw his thoughts from Simil's face, lowered his head to review his "consideration", and winked at Sara, who had been patiently dealing with the minion NPC for a long time.

Sara pursed her lips and smiled. The twins, who had been in the audience for a long time, touched their noses and retreated behind Sara and Nick. Seeing the expressions of these two people suddenly become serious, they raised their hands towards Simil's back and made the sign of the cross. Amen.

I hope that the power of Simil’s self-charging battery is high enough and sufficient to allow Nick and Sara to have a great time...