"Huh? The breakthrough made the Black Wing Prince... No, so fast?" Hearing this, Victor was slightly stunned at first. It's only been two days? ! He immediately responded: "Who is the leader?" The fact that they were able to break through the Dead Apostles' defense line so quickly shows that the invaders are no longer just ordinary agents and magicians. "Yes." Artluki shrugged and took Victor to the top of the castle. Due to the time difference, it was still night in Cornwall. Blown by the night breeze, he quickly spread his magical perception, and his magic-enhanced vision quickly locked onto the people who were leading the invasion of the city. It was not just one team, but many small teams scattered throughout the city. Among them, the team with the largest number of people gathered together was led by... Hmm? Liz Bailey? Hiss, why is it you again? Enemies always meet, you are afraid that I can't take revenge, right? You are really not afraid of death, Victor laughed lightly, okay, the Saint of the Fortress, your ability to protect your life is really good, let her organize the first wave of attacks, and there will be no problem in searching for intelligence.
but…… "hehe." "It seems that this is not the idea of the Magic Association, but a direct action of the Church." "In that case, just clean them out and leave only the magician alone." "Who should we send, then?" The only one ready in Cornwall at the moment is the Blackwing Male, who came back with everyone else at the beginning, naked and with nothing. But the current role of the Black Wing Prince is to clear out a large area of the familiars flying all over the sky, as well as those scattered agent insects. "Do you want me to take action?" Altluchi muttered, but Victor also said that as the supreme existence among the Dead Apostles today, her taking action itself symbolizes an attitude. King versus king, general versus general, unless it is absolutely necessary, it is better for you to stay and be the big devil. "Well, it's indeed a problem. If nothing else, I have to take action... But I always feel that since the other party sent Liz Baife, they are specifically targeting me." Victor pinched his chin and lowered his eyes slightly: "Speaking of which, did the other group of pure church people go deeper than them?" "Well, the people from the church seem to be an elite group of agents. Their mobility is far greater than this group of coordinated forces." Hearing this, Artelluqi nodded and said, "The magician's combat method is still too dependent on the slow advancement of the position." Also more cautious. "Then let the Black Wing Prince clear out the people from the church first." Victor said without hesitation: "The main role of the advance team is to explore. They must have placed a large number of familiars." "Put the Black Wing Duke on patrol and intensify the efforts to clear out the familiars." "As for Liz Baife..." Victor's eyes turned, and suddenly, his gaze stopped at Altuluqi's arms—— Fu Fu: “…”
Eh…eh?! …… …… 121, Kenneth: You still have to rely on me at the critical moment Under the night sky, time passed by bit by bit, tick-tock. All the agents who were still wandering in this city full of dead apostles and ghouls firmly believed that the night would eventually pass and dawn would come. Victor also understood this. He looked up at the high tower in the center of Cornwall in the distance. The Black Winged Prince was no longer attacking but standing there quietly like a statue. He lowered his eyes and said, "Dawn will surely come, but can you really hold on until then?" "You have already found enough information. Now, please die~" As Victor whispered cheerfully, his eyes slowly began to turn scarlet, and under the moonlight, the order began to be executed - and the statue that looked like a dying bird disappeared from its spot the next moment. "Humans, you always overestimate your abilities~" The stupid white dog jumped onto Victor's head, lay down comfortably and licked its paws. "It's not an overestimation." Hearing this, Victor chuckled and took him off his head, held him high in front of his eyes, and chuckled, "It's just that I firmly believe that my sacrifice will be rewarded. Then, I'll leave it to you, Fu Fu!" "I already told you my name is not Fu Fu, you damn bastard!" …… As a city backed by mountains, Cornwall's terrain is uneven, which results in its roads being winding, complex and twisted. Among them, one team easily killed their way through the endless sea of zombies. Twenty-three knights protected the four magicians in the middle and eliminated the zombies that occasionally took advantage of the mountain to attack from above or from the three-story buildings. Outside this slowly moving circle, dozens of sand soldiers, like warriors charging into battle, bloodily tore open the veil of massacre. With the sacred light and constantly spewing tongues of fire, Lizbaifei eliminated one enemy after another. Even though in the past few days, not only the Magic Association and the Church have been gathering forces, Cornwall has also absorbed a number of dead apostles from other places, but their strength still seems to be overwhelming in this area. And at this moment, suddenly! The iron creature that had been hovering above everyone's head in the night sky, flying like a bird as the familiar of everyone's eyes, was suddenly destroyed by a sharp feather arrow and turned into a pile of scrap iron that fell in front of everyone's eyes. "What?" The young magician was stunned, and he felt that in the hundreds of visions he was connected to, the steel familiars were quickly destroyed, and the visions quickly disappeared, turning into endless darkness. He quickly ran to the front, looked at Liz Baife nervously and said, "Saint, all my familiars have been destroyed." "Ah, I saw it." Liz Baifei looked at the familiar that fell in front of her. She squatted down and sensed it for a while, then raised her head coldly. Ever since she lost to Victor, she has become much more stable. When the others saw this, they couldn't help but look up at the sky. Only then did they see endless crows circling in the starry night sky. "The Black Wing Prince has taken action again... Has the Church sent out a new agent?" The magicians looked at the Saint of the Fortress and said solemnly. "No, the intelligence is basically clear, and everyone else should be preparing for a collective attack." Liz Baife thought and shook her head, saying: "Besides, our current progress..." Her words made the others silent for a moment: "We haven't entered the inner city of Cornwall yet..." "Have you already targeted us?" Will pondered.
"Duke Black Wing..." "No!" Liz Baife was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and quietly retorted: "The Black Wing Duke will not look for us, because the guy who is looking for us... is already here." After saying that, she looked towards a deep alley in the distance. At this moment, everyone realized that at some point, the zombies that were originally fighting around them had completely disappeared, leaving only endless darkness and silence. In such an environment, all the magicians couldn't help but swallow slightly and followed Liz Baife to look at the place she was staring at. After a few short seconds of tense and silent eyes, a light footsteps sound suddenly came from the deep alley, making everyone's heart skip a beat. A white dog beast with a pure white body and eyes full of arrogance and contempt slowly walked out, making everyone stunned for a moment, and then their faces changed drastically! If you say you saw a white dog, people present will probably smile with disdain, but if you add the word "Heiji" in front of this white dog. Then almost everyone will understand what this means!! "This... is not good." A priest's face changed drastically. He suddenly pulled down the cross around his neck and muttered to himself, "The fourth beast..." Beast. A collection of human evil, almost every one of them is an existence that cannot be defeated by humans, and the white beast among them has the title of "primate killer". Although up to now no living person has seen the other party's specific abilities, the more so, how can they not be afraid? "Special attack against people..." Lizbeife murmured softly, glanced at the cross in the priest's hand, and said solemnly: "How about your confusion spell? Or the spell to strengthen the magic power?" "Not very strong..." Upon hearing this, the priest's face turned pale again and he said gloomily. Although I don't know the opponent's ability, since it's a special attack against concepts, then using confusion and distortion magic to completely and temporarily erase the concept of being human, so as to achieve the level of mystery that can deceive the opponent, is absolutely effective. In the secrets of the church, there are actually quite a lot of these types of techniques, but... their level is a bit high. "That's a bit troublesome." Hearing the other party's remarks, Liz Baife's tone couldn't help but lower. She was also not good at that kind of complicated secrets. "But my method of operation is to form a magic barrier... which can resist and expel all mysteries." The priest closed his eyes slightly and said, "I will stay here for a while, you can retreat directly." "Really? It just so happens that I also have a similar holy seal." Hearing this, Liz Baife naturally would not agree to such a proposal that would directly sacrifice the team members, and simply said: "If the magic power reaches a certain level, maybe... we will not necessarily lose." She clenched the conceptual weapon in her hand and took a solemn step forward. “Always try.” …… On the other side, around Cornwall, the dawn light seemed to have already passed through the mountains and slowly shone on the land. Across the cloudy city of Cornwall, countless nuns stepped out of the city's churches. The priests straightened their black uniforms and silently held the cross on their chests. They moved forward silently, crossing mountains and streams in the night, and lights were lit on the surrounding plains. When Kenneth, with his hands behind his back, set foot in the south of Cornwall, the magicians behind him could not help but be shocked by the scenery. Even Kenneth could not help but raise his eyebrows. Looking around, thousands of nuns were kneeling silently on the grass, praying silently. The holy light was shining in the sky, as if purifying the filthy land ahead.
“Oh, is this the efficiency of the church?” Don't underestimate these so-called nuns. In the church, although most nuns have little strength except for a few special nuns who are extremely powerful, they are also one of the powerful forces of the church that cannot be ignored. Even though most nuns only know some simple rituals to exorcise demons, the nuns who make up the chanting class almost all have the ability to overlap - that is, joint chanting, which can be called cheating. It is a terrifying existence that can combine the magic power and spells of hundreds or thousands of believers together through chanting. The choir they form can not only release secret arts such as the Holy Wedge, but can also activate an amplification that is more powerful than the Monarchy. And now, what shocked Kenneth was this. Even though he was too proud to admit it, this was indeed the first time he had seen... tens of thousands of nuns, plus hundreds of thousands of believers, densely packed all over the grassland chanting silently. He couldn't even imagine how powerful the baptism chants they released under this combination would be! ! "Tsk, it looks like the church is really... serious about this..." Kenneth sneered and lowered his eyelids, and ordered: "You also find a place to set up your position and build a magic workshop." When the people from the church planned to go deeper, he handed over the exploration team he led to Liz Baife, and he himself served as the front-line commander to contact the magicians who arrived later. Behind him, dozens of newly arrived magic families nodded and quickly dispersed to look for a suitable location, while Kenneth looked at the city in the distance and coldly thought about his next strategy. "Hey, Professor Kenneth, isn't your mentor here with you?" At this time, a blond young man came over and chuckled. Kenneth looked over and saw that it was the eldest son of the Gaius Ling family, and also a recognized genius who was capable of inheriting the Gaius Ling family, Ella Tesla Gaius Ling. "The mentor is in charge of the attack in the other direction." Hearing this, Kenneth replied indifferently, then frowned and asked, "Is Gaius also in charge of the attack on the front battlefield?" “No, no, no!” Unexpectedly, after hearing what Kenneth said, Alack quickly shook his head and smiled, saying, “My father is in charge of airspace suppression in the sky, but I have no interest in the preparations over there, so I came here to catch up with my friends.” After hearing this explanation, Kenneth frowned even more tightly. It was not surprising that Gaius, as the king of the sky, had the top fantasy species such as the griffin. Gaius had been on good terms with Acherot for generations, so the answer to who his friend was was self-evident. Lidel May Archelot... He looked down on the other party, and the other party also looked down on his witch. Let the two of them cooperate with each other? "Who made this damn arrangement?" Kenneth laughed sarcastically and asked sharply. "Uh... it's the Dean, sir. Dean Barthomello is the main commander of this frontal attack. Eleven families from the Barthomello faction also participated in the battle." Hearing this, Ailaq shrugged and said, "In fact, Lidel said something similar to you when she knew about this, and the result was..." "She was ordered by the dean to be responsible for refining the Osellos potion." "..." Hearing this, Kenneth twitched his lips slightly and closed his mouth decisively. Although he didn't like potions very much, he still knew some basic knowledge of plants. For example, this potion needs to be handmade and cannot be contaminated by any silver, iron, wood or other elements. Its raw materials are the roots and rhizomes of some magical plants and... some monster feces. Just as Kenneth silently shut up, touched his nose and began to prepare step by step, Dean Barthemero came over with several heads of branch families, with a serious expression. She looked around, as if she had heard the conversation between the two, and said in a deep voice: "I arranged for Lord Lidel to do that not because I was petty, but because all the communication familiars she was responsible for were removed." "The communication familiar was removed?" Kenneth was slightly stunned, frowned and asked: "All?" He had spoken to the other party not long ago and was ridiculed by the other party. "All of them." Behind him, an old family head in charge of the investigation sighed and explained, "In an instant, the magic veins hidden in seventeen directions were cut off. We almost lost contact with all magicians and agents at the same time..." "Have other ancestors come?"
"I don't know, but that's not the key point." The assistant shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The key point is... we have lost contact with the church's advance team." "..." Kenneth lowered his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said: "Is there anything else you haven't said? Mr. Dean, if you just lost contact, you don't have to come to me specially." There is no need to urgently ask a monarch-level witch to brew that kind of potion. Othellos Potion, a product of the Tombstone School, can turn a person into a necromancer for a certain period of time, thus making him immune to death. "That's true." Upon hearing this, Dean Barthemelo paused for a moment and said calmly, "Liz Baife should have encountered the First Ancestor, the Primate Killer." "..."