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The Undertaker: Chapter 191 190. A Hopeless Battle

Rossetti just glanced at the small wooden box like a matchbox, then quickly looked away, folded his hands together, and prayed in a low voice:

"Lord supreme, I dare not forget your blessings and teachings..."

This small wooden box is connected to the well-known deterrent weapon of the Oracle City, 0-003, code-named 'Angel of Oblivion'

But apart from this simple number, outsiders don't know where this dangerous thing is hidden, how it works, and what kind of terrifying power it has.

Even Rosetti, who is closely connected with the secret sect, only vaguely understands that the specific effect of this seal is that it can make people forget everything.

Not only forgetting the past, forgetting the self, but also forgetting the heartbeat and breathing...

This small wooden box is not 0-003 itself, nor is it an activation button, but a part of it, allowing the influence of 0-003 to center on the small wooden box and spread to the surroundings, erasing all life within the range.

The real 0-003 should be in the hands of someone outside the time barrier. When all other counterattack methods fail, this last resort will be activated...

But no one knows how big the ultimate scope of "forgetfulness" is, and no one can judge whether the "time barrier" can resist the spread of "forgetfulness". If it is the worst result, maybe the entire city of the glorious oracle , will disappear from human memory.

So no one wants 0-003 to actually start, if at all possible.

"I hope your occultist is really good enough..."

Rosetti said in a low voice, and no longer planned to linger in place, but walked to the door of the meeting room, ready to join the battlefield.

But when he turned the handle, it didn't budge.

"Please don't be impatient, now is not the time for you to come out."

The Marquis behind him persuaded with that still calm tone:

"Randolph was a saint, and when he makes a shot, only you can hope to stop him."

"And what about our saints?"

Rossetti hurriedly asked.

"We failed him because we couldn't deliver the kind of justice he did."

A helpless wry smile appeared on the Marquis's face, and he added:

"Besides, behind the Glory Sect, there is a more terrifying existence hidden..."

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As the situation in the square gradually deteriorated, the Crusaders under the command of the Esoteric Cult had lost the help of the Santa Carla formation, and it was difficult to maintain the original encirclement, and began to shrink their front to the southernmost museum.

After the alienated priests and nuns broke the encirclement, they were not satisfied, but continued to follow the Patriarch's instructions to let everyone join them, so they gathered towards the museum.

The choir and orchestra hurriedly followed, continuing to support the priests and nuns with chaotic notes.

But the Patriarch himself still stayed where he was, and gradually moved away from the brigade by a distance of a whole square.

There were only a small number of black armored knights guarding him.

And this is the opportunity that the extraordinary people of the esoteric religion are waiting for.

I saw a light blue light curtain descending from the sky, covering the huge and distorted body of the Patriarch.

Then, a towering guillotine appeared in the light curtain, and the bright guillotine had broken free from the ropes, and chopped down towards the head of the Patriarch.

There were gaps in the Luanjia he was sitting on, and a few huge white bone claws sprang out from them, firmly holding the Patriarch's body, making him unable to move, unable to avoid the falling guillotine .

There was also a violent shaking on the ground, and several deep cracks opened up on the white marble ground, swallowing all the black armored knights.

In the air behind the patriarch, hundreds of translucent short knives appeared, suspended in the air, piercing his huge body like lightning.

In a place farther away, various lightning, flames, light, and poisonous mist swept over.

Facing this turbulent sneak attack, the Patriarch only smiled disdainfully.

In the next second, the guillotine chopped off his head, cutting off his head.

Then, the Patriarch stretched out his withered arms, firmly caught his head, and put him back on his neck.

It looked like it was performing magic tricks.

The translucent short knives that came from behind were all held by a pair of invisible big hands, and when they were squeezed hard, they turned into a large pile of glass-like debris.

Then, a city wall made of light appeared in front of him, blocking all other attacks.

And those black-armored knights also crawled out of the cracks one after another, unharmed.

"They used a very interesting sealed item, it should be 3-017, right? Code-named 'Space Rift', it can open up a unique space that cannot be detected by inspiration and vision..."

The patriarch casually exposed the arrangement of the secret religion, and then ordered to the black-armored knight:

"Find them."

Twisted tentacles protruded from the grid-shaped helmet on the head of the black-armored knight, waving wildly in the air.

Then, they turned around suddenly, raised the spears in their hands that were only used for guards of honor, and threw them into the air.

The spear whizzed past, and then hovered in the air, as if stuck in something invisible.

In the next second, there was a flicker and twist in the air, and a corpse that had been speared into a hedgehog emerged.

The dead body still held a handle in its hand, like the lever used to activate the guillotine on the guillotine.

"2-004, which is said to have executed thousands of heretics to form the 'heretical punishment', can form a very interesting cooperation with 3-017..."

"It's a pity that in the face of [time], everything is meaningless."

The patriarch is still distinguishing these sealed items brought by the secret religion with great interest.

They were originally very powerful and effective, and it took a lot of money to contain and utilize them. They can cause all kinds of weird and unpredictable attacks on the enemy, and they should have a miraculous effect in battle.

It's a pity that under the 200-year operation of the [Place of the Dying], the Patriarch probably knows more about the usage and origin of these sealed items than the users of them...

Seeing that it was no longer possible to hide, the remaining transcendents in the square decisively left the hiding space and joined forces with the black armored knights.

It's just that their attacks are as weak as juggling in front of the enemies who have been prepared for a long time, and they can't shake the thick armor at all.

And every spear thrown by the enemy is unavoidable, it can easily penetrate any protection on their bodies, and easily harvest their lives.

This is a battle that is impossible to win...

The Undertaker: Chapter 192 191. This Familiar Feeling

The battle in the square quickly turned into a one-sided massacre.

Those black-armored knights didn't have any fancy moves, nor did they have any lightning speed. They just quietly threw heavy spears one by one, leaving behind one after another pierced corpses.

Then slowly approached the corpse, pulled out the spear, and continued to search for the next target.

Although the extraordinary's counterattack could occasionally cause a little damage to their armor, but almost in the blink of an eye, those shallow scars returned to their original state.

Until a man who could make people unable to remember his face and could only tell his identity by his voice came slowly to the square.

Seeing that a transcendent was about to be pierced by a spear again, but the moment the spear touched his body, it miraculously turned into a pile of fuzzy mosaics, and then scattered all over the ground, blending into the fragmented floor below.

And when the two black-armored knights who were very close to the man were about to throw their spears at him, their movements froze suddenly, their figures began to twist and flicker, and then gradually disappeared into the air.

"Oh?"

The Patriarch tilted his head slightly, and cast a glance at the man from the corner of his eye.

"Are you the current Marquis?"

The other party didn't respond, but just looked at the remaining black-armored knights in the square, reflecting their figures in his brown pupils.

Then blinked.

The figures of those black-armored knights distorted and flickered as before, and then disappeared.

The transcendents who survived in the square gathered silently behind the marquis, not daring to protect themselves in front of their leader.

Although they knew that the leader of the secret sect was very mysterious and powerful, almost no one had seen how he made a move with their own eyes.

In the end, I didn't expect such a weird scene, without any light and shadow rendering and visual effects, just a glance, and the enemy disappeared.

Maybe he just needed one more look at the monstrous Patriarch to end this terrible nightmare.

But even though those black-armored knights were easily dealt with, the Marquis did not look at the Patriarch who was still sitting upright.

Instead, he closed his eyes, and then reached out to wipe the blood and tears gushing from the corners of his eyes.

On the contrary, the Patriarch actually looked at him with both eyes, and then said in a commentary tone:

"You are not bad. You are more sober than your predecessor 200 years ago. It seems that your system has found some effective means to maintain rationality?"

As the leader of the Esoteric Cult, the Marquis' information about him is naturally absolutely confidential, and even the [Place of the Dead] cannot collect it.

But the Patriarch himself is very familiar with the Marquis, to be precise, the previous Marquis.

"It's a pity that even though 200 years have passed, the Marquis is still a Marquis. Although he is prominent enough to [exile] those who disrespect you, there are always people who are more dazzling and prominent than the Marquis..."

"And every [exile] is a challenge to the only remaining rationality. How long can you... hold on?"

The Patriarch continued to speak, then waved his hand lightly, as if he was calling for someone to come over.

So in the next second, those black-armored knights who should have disappeared reappeared beside him...

"Time is endless, so we are endless."

When the black-armored knight who had been dealt with so hard reappeared, all the extraordinary people left in the square had ashen faces, and only despair remained in their eyes.

Only the Marquis remained calm, and whispered in a hoarse voice:

"Don't give up, keep fighting!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a flash of divine magic on their bodies, which began to heal their injuries, restore their physical strength, and let their confidence and courage surge in their hearts again.

Archbishop Rossetti also appeared behind the crowd at this time.

When the Patriarch recalled the Black Knight, he joined the fray.

As a very templated priest, Rosetti is best at healing, and his strong holy power can help delay it for quite a long time.

If this period of time is long enough, it is possible for the big sects outside to complete the preparations for the tenth-level divine arts, allowing the [Miracle] to descend.

And the Patriarch obviously knew their plan, and couldn't help showing a disdainful smile on his face, and commented:

"It's been 200 years, and it's still the same old thing... If you can accept the Holy See of the Northland as you accept us, maybe you can bring me some freshness, but it's a pity...Huh?"

Before he could finish his comments, he stopped abruptly, and then suddenly raised his head to look at the sky.

"This familiar feeling... the Holy Sword of Heaven's Punishment?"

A beam of light descended from the sky, covering his whole body, and then quickly shrank, turning into a small spot of light, locked on the center of his eyebrows.

Then, the light spot disappeared, and a blazing holy flame giant sword fell from the sky unstoppably.

The Patriarch was no longer as comfortable as before, he quickly raised his hands high, and a pair of palms appeared on the robe.

A layer of light golden mask quickly condensed on the top of his head, trying to resist the giant sword falling from the sky.

But the collision between the blade and the mask only lasted a second.

In the next second, the mask shattered, and the great sword of the holy flame smashed firmly on the head of the Patriarch.

Immediately afterwards, there was a raging wave of holy flames, which almost swept across the entire square, drowning all the black armored knights.

Rossetti hurriedly raised the archbishop's scepter in his hand, and thrust it into the ground fiercely. He even chanted a prayer in his mouth, causing a pale golden halo to spread from his feet, surrounding the Transcendent around him.

Then it also disappeared into this raging holy flame.

After the holy flame dissipated, only a group of esoteric sects and others who were still in shock remained in the square.

The mighty patriarch and the black-armored knight all disappeared...

"My Paar, my Anastasia, my holy lord, is this a divine punishment and miracle that you sent down?"

A transcendent who survived the catastrophe knelt softly on the ground, and read out the names of the three gods in one breath.

He felt that it was a miracle that a guy like himself who was a believer of the three sects was not burned to death by the divine flame just now.

And beside him, there was also a paralyzed Transcendent, who chanted the names of seven or eight gods, and then thanked them for sparing his life.

Rossetti showed a relieved expression.