Invincible priest, out of the courtroom

"Everyone, immediately launch a disciplinary formation, gather inspiration and spiritual vision!"

As he said that, he pulled out the spear-shaped staff, connected it to the church in the command cabin, and instantly restrained his inspiration and vision.

The core of the disciplinary formation should be that the knights and crusaders fighting in the front close all their senses, and rely on the priest commanding in the rear to gain 'sight' and 'hearing' and so on through consciousness linking.

But if the commanding priest did the same, it would be equivalent to the entire team losing their five senses, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, and feeling nothing.

This sounds stupid, like turning yourself into a wooden man.

But at some point, it's better to be wooden than dead...

It's a pity that there are always some people who can't realize this in a short time...

For example, the two cardinals, although they also instantly restrained their inspiration and vision, they did not take the initiative to block their vision and hearing.

Then, a deep voice sounded in their ears again:

"I am here on behalf of Shanibutasha to convey His will."

The moment they heard these words, the two cardinals immediately began to tremble and twitch, their eyes widened as if they were about to burst, black blood began to ooze from the corners of their mouths and ears, and the skin on their bodies bulged. There are veins like earthworms.

They are already on the verge of collapse and loss of control.

Because they heard the will from Shanibutasha...

Hunting the Saints: Chapter 315 312. Breaking free from madness

Human beings are like ants in front of the existence of evil gods. Without shelter, they only need a raving, a look, or even a thought to kill these unprotected humans.

No, to be precise, death is already the greatest kindness. In comparison, falling into madness forever, or completely alienating into a monster, is a more terrifying and cruel end...

And what the messenger is doing now is to convey a 'thought' of Shani Butaxia to the priest opposite through his own mouth——

Perhaps this is not such a complicated idea, it may be just a simple sigh, or even a simple "?" sign, and there will be no specific malice. Ordinary mortals do not have the ability to make Shani Butaxia feel malicious. Qualifications.

But for the clergymen on the airship, just such a simple will, or a simple thought, is enough to lead to a more terrible ending than death.

But fortunately, Francis, the experienced priest of the church, was present.

After using the disciplinary formation to block the five senses of himself and other churches, he also held the pendant on his chest at the same time, and without hesitation activated the [Consecration] that Rorschach left on it.

He didn't know if it would work...

But if I don't use it now, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to use it again...

I saw a pale golden halo spreading from his feet, covering the church in the command cabin and the two cardinals who were in the final struggle of madness.

Then, layers of shimmering light appeared on everyone's bodies, and they were blessed with two divine arts.

This is Rorschach's favorite magic spell of the protection system. The sixth-level [Wall of Asylum] and the corresponding higher-level seventh-level [Holy Barrier]. The combination of the two magic spells can almost resist most attacks in this world.

But it was not enough to fight against the will of an evil god, nor could it save the two cardinals from madness...

In this situation, Francis had no way to decide what magic spell the pendant could perform, so he could only continue to trigger the third magic spell.

And when the third layer of twilight appeared on everyone, the two almost hopeless cardinals suddenly stopped trembling and became a little quieter.

This divine technique is seventh-level fanaticism, [May the goddess witness our piety]

Under the effect of frenzy, the two cardinals managed to control their bodies again. Then, one pulled off a piece of his fingernail forcefully, and the other desperately broke his little finger.

Under the stimulation of this sharp pain and the influence of frenzy, their minds also regained their sobriety for a moment, breaking free from the shackles of madness.

Then, taking advantage of this precious moment, the two of them pressed the scepter in their hands on the ground at the same time, and activated the religious sacred object prepared on the airship.

The entire airship suddenly became vivid, and an incomparably holy atmosphere began to permeate, overflowing the airship, and continuing to spread to the other four airships around.

And the other airships also became shining at the same time, and the light of the five airships was connected together again, forming an extremely thin, but extremely holy light shield.

Originally under the verbal attack of the messenger, the priests and other sailors on the airship also fell into a critical situation, struggling helplessly in madness.

But with the activation of the mask, people obtained precious shelter at this moment, allowing them to gain the capital to fight against madness, and gradually slowed down.

Things like religious sacred objects do not have the fancy functions and strong offensiveness of sealed objects.

Basically, it is limited to the functions of performing magic, holding rituals, strengthening beliefs, and maintaining rationality, so there are no dangerous side effects and risks of losing control of sealed items.

And this time, the team of Light of Justice has also made sufficient preparations and spent a lot of money. Each airship is equipped with religious relics, just to deal with the current crisis.

Of course, this was also expected by the messenger.

So just as soon as he came into contact, he played the strongest and most unexpected hole card in his hand, and with Shanibutaxia's will, he wiped out the team almost instantly, leaving them no chance to use religious holy objects.

But after all it's only almost...

He had no idea that the enemy could break free from the quagmire of madness.

"This is really unbelievable. Why are they able to resist that level of madness? Although this is conveyed by me, it is also from Shani Butaxia's will after all..."

"Based on my understanding of divine arts, only high-level fanatics can have such a possibility. Could it be that there is an unexpectedly powerful priest on these ships?"

"This doesn't quite match the result of [divination]..."

The messenger was still floating in the air, muttering in a low voice, as if he was quite troubled by this question.

After a while, he shook his head vigorously.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter, although I am a messenger, I still have some power..."

"Although this will bring some risks, even if they break free from their madness, they shouldn't have the strength to attack me. After all, this place is still in my [maze]..."

"Then... come on, lost lambs in the maze..."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt on his chest, exposing his chest and skin.

Then, on his face, his mouth, and his chest, the flesh and blood began to churn, the skin began to tangle, and tentacles like granulation spewed out, blooming and writhing wantonly.

And in the sky above the five airships a few hundred meters away, a huge monster that covered the sky and the sun appeared.

It has an indescribably curious appearance, vaguely has the appearance of a goat, and is extending a few tentacles like knives and forks, holding towards the airship that still has not recovered its power.

It's like enjoying the delicious lamb on the table.

The tentacles collided with the light mask on the outside of the airship, and cracks and lines appeared on the surface instantly, and it was on the verge of falling, as if it would be shattered in the next second.

Just as the messenger had previously speculated, although the clergy were temporarily relieved from their madness and activated the holy objects, which effectively alleviated the situation, they did not have the strength to fight back or escape. Almost everyone seemed to have collapsed. There is no way to counter what the messenger will do next.

but……

The clergy of the city of oracles cannot resist...

The sanctuary in the Northland can!

While the messenger was urging the magic, he suddenly saw seven light blue flashes galloping towards him.

In just two seconds, six templars approached him, and the standard long sword in their hands flashed one after another, cutting towards his body.

Hunting the Saints: Chapter 316 313. That's Enough

The messenger's brow twitched suddenly, and the tentacles on his chest burst out suddenly, trying to resist the offensive of the church.

However, a holy and thick city wall emerged first, stopped in front of the tentacles, and firmly resisted.

At the same time, the sword blade of the holy hall slashed at the messenger, cutting him into a pile of flying flesh almost instantly.

But the church did not cheer, nor did it relax, but retreated at the same rapid speed, away from the previous airspace.

Almost at the same time as they retreated, several gaps suddenly opened in the space, and more pitch-black tentacles spewed out from inside, piercing towards their previous positions.

The young man floating in the air was never the true identity of the messenger.

It was just a marionette, or the lamp over the anglerfish's head.

This is the usual tactic of cunning cultists.

So an experienced clergyman like Rorschach always checks whether there is a clockwork keyhole on the back of the suspicious person, and whether there are tentacles connected to the top of the head.

And Francis and his Templar team were also experienced. While chopping up the surface puppet, they retreated in time to avoid its subsequent counterattack.

"Its body is not here, but in..."

Francis, who was at the back of the queue, was talking to the team members through a consciousness link. The blue one-eyed eye on the visor scanned the air for a while, and then suddenly ordered:

"Release the restriction."

In the next second, the armor of the saints cracked a series of breathing holes, the one-eyed eye on the visor turned into a scarlet blood color, and the weapons in their hands also changed into the most convenient style for them.

"coming!"

Francis reminded again in a low voice.

The butterfly-shaped wings behind everyone suddenly spread out in all directions, leading them to climb to a higher distance all at once.

And at their original height, a huge gap suddenly opened in the air, and a huge python-like head protruded from it, and opened its strange and bloody mouth, revealing the sharp row inside like a mixer. tooth.

The Holy Church almost brushed against the edge of the huge mouth, narrowly avoiding its sneak attack.

While climbing, the weapons in their hands were ignited by the holy flame one after another. While avoiding the sneak attack, several ignited sword lights also tilted down, feeding them into the mouth of the giant python just right.

There was a muffled hum in the air that should have been empty.

"there!"

Francis waved the staff in his hand, and a holy light descended immediately, covering that direction.

There, the messenger's body finally revealed itself without any hiding place.

It actually looked like a real anglerfish, but it was much more ferocious and curious. Even the famously ugly anglerfish could be considered beautiful and cute compared to it.

Its body trembled slightly as if it was becoming angry from embarrassment, and said in a low voice:

"In vain..."

"If you can't escape, no one can escape..."

Then, the temples suddenly felt black in front of their eyes, as if they were trapped in an abnormal space, and seemed to be wrapped in some kind of black substance, trying to swallow them completely.

This is obviously not an attack that can be avoided only by reaction and mobility.

But Francis, as expected, touched the pendant on his chest again.

A few more magic spells of the protection system were released, protecting him and the templar.

But that doesn't seem to get them out of trouble.

And a few hundred meters behind him, the courier's sorcery was still in effect, and the huge monster was still attacking the mask, trying to swallow the sweet lamb inside.

"Although there are some minor accidents in the situation, everything is under my control. This little struggle can add a bit of fun to me."

The messenger continued to speak in a low voice, and the victory was already in his hands.

In the face of a messenger from Shanibutasha, it seems that all human beings can do is these limited resistances.

but……

That's enough.

Before Francis took the initiative to attack, he already knew that it would be difficult for him to shake a messenger from the evil god.

So what he had to do was to find out the opponent's body.

The messenger, who was enjoying this process, suddenly trembled.

It sensed something and was looking at itself.

It's like a great existence above the kingdom of God in the sky, looking down on him.

It's like a chef is looking at the fish on the chopping board...

It quickly let its figure hide in the abnormal space again, and disappeared in mid-air.

But that line of sight didn't disappear, it was still firmly locked on it...

"how can that be?"

The messenger suddenly had some bad premonition...

"Angel?"

"No! Impossible, no righteous god can send an angel to the lower realm at this time; and the angels stranded in this world are not qualified to cast such a sight on me!"

"The only possibility is that those mortals in the city triggered some kind of miracle..."

While thinking hard, it slowly swims in the abnormal space, wanting to completely clear this airspace temporarily.