Invincible priest, out of the courtroom

From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word, and only made two actions, bowing his head to listen and waving his hands.

It wasn't until the parade reached the most prestigious landmark in the downtown area-Victory Day Square that he finally made a third and different move.

He slowly raised his bony right hand.

The entire parade stopped in an instant, stopped talking and singing, and fell silent in an instant.

"What a nostalgic place..."

The Patriarch spoke the first words since entering the city.

The Victory Day Square in front of him was built to commemorate the great war 200 years ago. It claims to be the square with the largest area in the world, the densest flow of people, and the largest number of daily tourists.

At the same time, it is also a frequent visitor of many travel magazines, known as "must-see check-in attractions" and "several places you have to go in life".

The entire square is paved with pure white marble floor tiles, and in the middle stands a towering giant relief, depicting five angels with wings on their backs, leading the heroic humans below to fight against all kinds of evil spirits. screen.

Not only does it look lifelike, but it is also very artistic, giving people an immersive feeling, making people feel as if they have returned to that period of history, and they will be involuntarily moved by that great victory.

The relief is surrounded by a circle of metal humanoid sculptures, commemorating and depicting the human heroes and their heroic deeds in that war.

The surrounding area is exquisitely and elegantly decorated by various fountains and vegetation, which is solemn and solemn without losing its beauty.

This magnificent square with a high flow of people would not be let go by the Glory Sect. The Patriarch had planned to hold a large-scale religious ceremony here, and the entire procession would stop here for a while.

But the plan encountered great resistance. It seemed that the City of Oracles would not agree with them to hold the ceremony here anyway. The Glory Sect could only be forced to use some disgraceful means so that the plan could proceed smoothly.

However, the square in front of the patriarch was empty.

There are no pastors and nuns here, no choir and missionary priests.

There wasn't even a single pedestrian or tourist, and the surrounding shops and commercial facilities were all closed, making the entire square completely silent.

But the Patriarch was not surprised by the strange silence in front of him, and continued to whisper:

"200 years ago, the City of Oracles won that miraculous victory here, and today, 200 years later, they chose this battlefield again..."

"I like the choice..."

"But this time, there will be no angels and no miracles."

After finishing speaking, he simultaneously raised his dead branch-like hands, spread his fingers, pointed at the huge and exquisite relief, and then slowly clenched his fists.

When his fingers, which were almost only left with bones, clenched into fists, the giant relief sculpture seemed to be held by a pair of invisible, invisible hands. Large cracks appeared on the surface, then shattered, and then crashed. Collapsed and turned into scattered debris all over the floor.

Then, the Patriarch raised his thin face and looked at the empty sky.

Under his gaze, the figures of three armed airships slowly emerged in the low sky. The sides had already been arranged, and all the shooting holes were opened, revealing densely packed muzzles and muzzles.

On the roofs of hotels around the square, in the windows of shops and houses, crusaders dressed in black also emerged.

They wore masks that completely closed their eyes, wax pills in their ears, wooden sticks in their mouths, and loaded bayonets and matchlock guns in their hands.

Unknowingly, the entire parade of the Glory Sect had been surrounded in all directions on the Victory Day Square. All kinds of firepower were condescending and well-arranged, forming a dense and huge firepower net.

As long as the attack is launched, the parade will be completely covered by various firepower, and the entire army will be wiped out in the blink of an eye.

But the patriarch, the parade, and even the people who followed them all the way, did not show the slightest panic, they still stood motionless and quietly, as if they were completely unaware of the danger in front of them.

At this time, the airship in the sky also used its tweeter and began to shout:

"To the Glory Sect of Edec Titan, immediately stop your invasion, give up resistance, and immediately release the citizens and relevant dignitaries under your control, and lift the abnormal blockade on other sects."

However, the Great Patriarch did not realize that he was in the encirclement at all, and he also raised his volume, responding:

"I don't want to see any sacrifices, so please lay down your weapons and join us to embrace the glory of Edec Titan and welcome a new future together!"

There was a short silence on the airship side, and it took about a minute before they gave a short answer:

"Fire!"

The next second, the guns fired.

Countless bullets and shells slanted down from all directions, hitting the parade like a torrential rain.

Among them are mixed with various extraordinary powers such as holy flames, light rays, and spiritual flying knives.

Facing the overwhelming offensive, the Patriarch just shook his head slowly, and sighed with regret in a low voice:

"It's such a pity..."

As soon as the voice fell, the parade was completely covered by artillery fire, arousing large swaths of thick smoke and dust, filling the square, and broken flesh and stumps splashed through the smoke from time to time, making people unbelievable when the smoke cleared What a terrifying picture it will reveal.

But after the sound of the guns gradually subsided, an unnatural gust of wind blew across the square, revealing the bloody end.

In just the first wave of offensive, this mighty parade of thousands of people was almost wiped out. Blood and debris almost covered the entire square, turning this tourist attraction into a bloody purgatory.

But the patriarch was still unharmed, even sitting on the luanjia, motionless, but the Victory Day Square below him had turned into a scarlet square.

There were still a few kite shields made of light floating in front of him, with a few shallow cracks left by the artillery fire on them.

The person shouting on the airship didn't seem surprised by this, and continued to shout with the tweeter:

"Surrender, Randolph, and there will be justice for your crimes."

The Patriarch still shook his head, and replied loudly:

"I am here to explain to you a simple truth—"

"Humans can never beat time!"

After all, his intact and gorgeous robe suddenly swelled high, and the shape of a pair of hands protruded from the surface, as if there were countless hands hidden in the robe, trying to break free from the robe and come out through the body.

The stumped limbs and broken arms on the ground that almost covered the entire square also showed the same symptoms, protruding one after another, small hands that looked like tentacles, but they were not blocked by the robes, and they were waving wantonly. , growing, then spreading, and finally converging and intertwining, gradually forming complete human shapes one by one.

Even the original clothes have been restored, the black-armored knight is still wearing solemn armor, the nun's enchanting curves are still looming under the translucent dress, and her face is still the same cold face.

They lined up again in an orderly manner, re-formed the parade, and once again carried the Patriarch's carriage. Even the number of people did not change. Except for the blood-stained square under their feet, everything was the same as before, as if there was no encounter at all. Like the attack.

"Go ahead and invite them to join us!"

As the Patriarch spoke, he raised his hands high, and the shape of a pair of palms appeared on the robe again.

The priests and nuns stopped standing motionless, turned their heads abruptly, and searched for nearby targets with their cold metal eyes.

Then, there was a gap in the middle of their metal faces, and a hideous mouth seemed to be grinning vertically, and a pair of hands emerged from inside, like dense tentacles, waving and twisting wantonly.

And their original arms stretched and stretched quickly until they hung low on the ground, and then dragged their hands, like brainless zombies, slowly walking towards the black-clothed crusaders who surrounded them.

Without an order from the airship, the black crusader opened fire on his own.

The movements of these priests and nuns are quite slow, like live targets. Even a firearm like an arquebus is enough to punch them full of bullet holes like a sieve before they get close.

But this didn't stop them from walking. Even though their bodies were covered with gunshot wounds, they were still slowly moving towards the enemies at high places.

The believers who had already integrated into it and put on metal faces were gradually becoming priests or nuns. There was also a gaping mouth on their faces, and then they dragged their long arms and flocked around.

And the accompanying choir and orchestra no longer remained silent, and resumed singing and playing.

Accompanied by the appearance of these sounds, the long and weak arms of the priests and nuns began to twist and deform. The ordinary flesh and blood twitched and churned, and gradually turned into the shape of a scimitar. Metal sparks were produced by the friction, leaving shallow scratches on the marble floor tiles.

The pace under his feet also gradually accelerated, from the slow wriggling at the beginning, he turned into a fast step forward, and then started to run, the speed became faster and faster, and finally he catapulted and started, rushing out like lightning.

With just a leap, he jumped onto the roof a few meters high, waved his scimitar-like arms, and slashed at the crusaders who were still loading their matchlock guns.

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Although the enemy suddenly became stronger, these black-clothed crusaders took a few steps back in an orderly manner, as if they had expected it, and gave up reloading. Lifting the heavy shield that had been prepared long ago on the ground, he instantly changed from a musketeer to a heavy shield spearman.

They quickly adjusted their formation, huddled together with their backs against the bunker and obstacles, picked up the heavy shields that had been placed on the ground long ago, and set up a simple shield formation.

The body also shone with rays of divine magic, covering each other and fighting with these priests and nuns who had completely alienated into monsters.

Although these monsters are not afraid of pain, as if they are completely invincible, these crusaders are fearless, and they are very experienced in attacking their joints of hands and feet first, and cutting off their arms like knives.

With a reasonable formation, tacit cooperation and the help of magic, not only did they not fall behind, they were even able to push out those monsters that jumped onto the roof and into the room step by step, regaining the high ground.

At this time, the airship in the sky had also finished loading, and another round of artillery fire tilted down, hitting the choir and orchestra hard, so that they would no longer make that annoying noise.

The priests and nuns who lost their backup were no longer quick and aggressive, and their movements gradually slowed down, and they were easily harvested by the black crusaders.

The people around him were blown to pieces again, but the patriarch still looked calm and said to himself with great interest:

"As expected of the prestigious Santa Carla formation, it also shined so brilliantly on this battlefield back then..."

"Unfortunately, time is on our side..."

"Based on your disgust and rejection of the Northland, how many priests can preside over the Santa Carla formation? How long can they last?"

As soon as the words fell, the parade around him recovered and continued to rush in all directions.

Although the second round of attack was quickly repelled, two roofs were captured by monsters.

The Crusaders fighting there were in the midst of a fierce battle, but their eyes suddenly went dark, and they couldn't see or hear anything...

Even though they were struggling to resist in this situation, they couldn't maintain the tacit understanding before, and the formation quickly appeared flaws, and then they were torn to pieces one by one by the ferocious monsters...

But fortunately, in terms of overall strength, this side still has the upper hand, and soon someone came up and continued to maintain the encirclement.

But just like what the Patriarch said, in the face of endless enemies, time is not on the side of the Oracle City.

And from the beginning to the end, the black-armored knights around him remained motionless, unused...

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"How long can we last? Is there no news from your people?"

The Archbishop Rossetti of the original faith sect was pacing back and forth anxiously in a secret underground meeting room, constantly pressing the pocket watch in his hand, and questioning another leader of the secret sect in the meeting room, the Marquis.

The pointer on the pocket watch was motionless, as if broken.

Not only his pocket watch, the wall clock on the wall, the alarm clock on the table, even the original hourglass and the more primitive sundial, all these tools that can record time are all broken.

From the moment the Patriarch crushed the giant relief, all within five blocks of the Victory Day Square fell into this strange state of time stagnation and were sealed in this [Time Barrier].

The fierce battle in the square has been going on for an hour, and it is still going on. The casualties on the secret side are increasing and intensifying.

As the priests in charge of the formation fainted from exhaustion, the original encirclement could no longer be maintained and was shrinking towards the museum on the south side of the square.

The mystical enchantment has been arranged in advance, which can resist the undefendable spiritual suggestion of the Glory Sect, so that the front line can maintain resistance when it is out of the Santa Carla formation, instead of being instantly assimilated by the enemy and then turning against each other.

Although the troops mobilized are twice as large as the opponent's, what the secret sect has to consider now is not to annihilate the enemy, but not to be integrated into it...

The Marquis acted calmer than Rossetti, sitting in front of a sand table showing the battle situation outside, answering the other party's questions:

"Even if there is news, we can't receive it. In this time barrier, we have probably passed an hour? But outside it may only be a minute, or even a second."

After finishing speaking, he rubbed the center of his eyebrows and sighed softly:

"Perhaps, we should have done something more when we received the resignation report from Sister Agartis... It's a pity that at that time, we were more concerned about the stability of the city..."

Just two weeks ago, when Agartis submitted his resignation letter, he also reported in detail Rorschach's actions against the [Place of the Dying], and also included those successors who Rorschach had no patience to investigate. question.

For example, how many dignitaries and rich people did [Place of the Dead] secretly control?

Another example is where does that dangerous spiritual suggestion come from?

And if they just want to continue their lives, why do they control so many people?

Although the Esoteric Cults were very concerned about this matter and began to investigate, but before they could find the answer, the answer came to them by itself.

And it was still full of fanfare and uproar, and it came to them like a carnival...

If the Esoteric Cult had taken thunderous measures to get rid of those politicians and rich people who had an unusual enthusiasm for the Glory Sect when the Glory Sect's brochures first appeared in the city, the situation would not necessarily be as bad as it is today.

But there are too many people, and the influence is too great. It is impossible to make such a decision.

[Place of the Dead] and the Glory Sect behind him have been planning for this for at least 200 years. I am afraid that after the end of the war, they have been preparing for today, and it is so ingrained that even the secret sect is difficult to shake.

Fortunately, because the [Place of the Dying] was destroyed in advance, the secret sect side had taken precautions in advance, and they could still make some resistance, instead of being assimilated by the other party unconsciously.

It's a pity that the enemy was more prepared than them. Before entering the city, they blocked almost all the major sects in the city with a [Time Barrier] similar to the situation in front of them.

The three major orthodox religions, the original belief, the supreme true god, and the light of justice, were all recruited, and even the nuns who hadn't recovered their strength were not spared.

Archbishop Rossetti escaped the blockade only by accident.

This means that it is difficult to use one of the tenth-level divine arts to fight against it...

"Our best occultists are working hard to break the time barrier...but if they fail..."

The Marquis continued, looking down at a small black wooden box in his hand.

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