But fortunately, he had at least learned this trick by escaping frantically and successfully persisting for ten minutes among countless challenges. With his current strength, he can probably only summon a seemingly endless force that can actually only capture dozens of people in reality, and then summon seven or eight ghost fleets to besiege them. But that's enough, isn't it? Victor looked coldly at the remaining seven wild magicians, as well as the priest holding the Theory of Monarchy hiding behind them. He swung the sword in his hand, and the dark green sea seemed to be mixed with a little crimson. It's not that he looked down on wild magicians, but in this era, even the magic families with a long history are trying their best and may not be able to withstand the decline, let alone these guys who rely on themselves and may not even have magic seals. The chained knight behind him had disappeared. Unlike other magicians and priests who chose to stand on the sea, the knight decisively submerged himself in the sea water and dived to the bottom of the sea, attempting to ambush where Victor was standing. In response, Victor was too lazy to even move. The entire inherent barrier was his domain. Although he couldn't do whatever he wanted like Brad, he could still use the sea as his huge natural magic workshop. All the sea water here is attached with his magical perception. in other words……
With a loud splash, two chains splashed out from the deep water. The moment they shot out, Victor easily stretched out his sword and deflected them. At the same time, the one who jumped out was actually about to swing the chain, but the next second, he met Victor's cold eyes and kicked him out. This kick, mixed with the burst of his magical power, directly shattered the leather armor and flesh on the opponent's chest, leaving a horrific big hole in the chest. "Cough cough..." The knight fell into the sea, and Victor looked back at the priest. "I'll give you one chance, let me go." He did not want to get entangled with the other party too much. Although he did not know why the other party seemed to have the confidence to go against him just because he controlled a few rookie wild magicians, he always believed in taking the enemy seriously tactically. Even though he absolutely believed that in their current state, the priest and the knight could not deal with him at all, the other party must have corresponding trump cards... to slow down his pace. "Ghost Ship Group..." For this reason, a hint of surprise did flash across Father Ulysses' face, but it was not the heaviness that Victor expected. "What a coincidence, isn't it?" Ulysses smiled softly in his heart. It was true that Serbia was his territory, but the definition of a religion was sometimes not limited to a country, not to mention that this was a barren, mysterious and "poor" country. Ulysses' original residence was not like this either. The Pope's handwritten order this time, hoping that he would rush to Serbia to be stationed, was it not because Brad's escape direction forced him to this country? In order to prevent Brad from escaping from Serbia, and to avoid doctrinal conflicts and internal contradictions, those bastards of the Old Church reluctantly informed him. Frankly speaking... he was still a little nervous at first. After all, he was not good at fighting, and it would take time to hold out until the arrival of the knights. However, when he saw that the other party had inherited not only the Principle Blood Ring, but also the other party's "principle" was exactly the same - Ulysses felt relieved and wanted to laugh. He remained silent, so Victor naturally didn't say anything. Victor raised the greatsword and pointed it forward gently. Endless ghosts emerged in the fog. Some of them were knights and agents proficient in various skills. Some were wild magicians who died at Brad's hands like the other side. There were even some innocent people who died tragically and moved like zombies. But no matter what the quality is, even if the fleet is only composed of a dozen ghost ships, the number of people in this undead army has exceeded three digits and reached a scale of several hundred.
Hundreds of immortal ghosts can tear each other into pieces even by biting alone! Ulysses's resistance to this was simple. He immediately raised the holy book and the pages turned again, which was a symbol of his amplification of the chanting. "let me tell you." Victor narrowed his eyes slightly. This familiar opening... "I come to kill, I come to save..." "I come to hurt, I come to heal..." Good, good, it’s the baptismal hymn again. Victor tilted his head slightly, with confusion in his eyes. As the most effective ritual for the salvation of spirits, Victor admitted that this thing was also extremely lethal to evil spirits, but. Putting aside the fact that the technique itself was chanted on a large scale, the limit for one person was just a small area around himself. Just considering the power of this technique itself, it has extremely strict requirements for the practitioner. A powerful chanter can purify and liberate servants and even high-level dead apostles, while ordinary priests and even agents can only burn the night demons at best. So, in a sense, it’s more of a small skill than a trump card. At this time, are you planning to use a small skill to deal with my ghost army? However, the next second after Victor was puzzled, Ulysses was still chanting, but suddenly there was another voice, joining him - "No one can escape from my hands..." "No one can make me see beyond my reach..." The young voice sounded, with a hint of trembling, but also with reverberation as if a sound card was added. Victor looked over suddenly and saw that it was a magician who was being controlled by the other party. His whole body was shaking constantly, and the two voices merged together. Something is wrong... As Victor was thinking about this, a third voice was heard, followed by the fourth and fifth! It was not until the voices of all seven magicians rang out, and they chanted together with each other, that an inexplicable sacred echo was heard in the ruins of the entire bar! The sound is increasing but not decreasing!! The eighth, the ninth! More ethereal, pious voices appeared out of thin air, echoing across the land, more and more, faster and faster!! When the words "let people put down all their burdens" were spoken, the sound in the entire space was deafening, as if... Hundreds of people were singing. "I will grant you liberation, anoint your sins, and brand you..." "Only death can give people eternal life..."
what is going on…… Victor kept scanning, and suddenly, he looked at those magicians and thought of how they tried their best to get a female magician to leave and report the news... I see. The purpose of manipulating magi is not for combat, but... to serve as base stations? These ethereal female voices... A nuns choir? They are divided into classes of 500 people, similar to the famous magic corps of the Barthelmero family. They are a group that is not very common and has little presence, but is unexpectedly powerful in its targeting! Hell, a complete inner choir that can amplify the mystery through chanting is not something an ordinary church can afford! Not to mention a class system, even if there are 200 nuns, they won’t be able to get enough of them if you give them a year! How did it appear here? Hasn't the largest choir always belonged to the Vatican Monastery? ! Oh yeah, Brad! For Brad! The mighty chanting continued, and the sound was endowed with sacred concepts. The ghosts could not get close to them at all. If they just approached, they would be completely wiped out by the sacred pale spiritual power. This spiritual power was still constantly expanding with the chanting. If they waited until the chanting ended... Victor lowered his head and quickly made a decision in his mind. He has to destroy the node. Although being within the range of the baptism chant would also cause harm to him, there was nothing he could do now. He could still withstand the current power. His sixth sense did not give him a premonition, but he was very clear that once the ritual was completed, this damn old thing might want to purify him as well! Deciding promptly, he took a step forward and rushed towards the magicians who were emitting holy light. Now, they had become nodes, emitting the voices of countless nuns, and they could no longer move. But at this moment! Whizzing! Two sounds of breaking through the air were heard. Victor turned his head and saw that the two chains had wrapped around him again without knowing whether to live or die. Not only that, the knight was spitting blood and rushing towards him with his teeth clenched. It feels like she will do her best to hold on to him even if she dies. Victor swung the chains with his sword, and looked at the knight rushing towards him and tried to force him away with a basic attack, but he didn't have time to pay attention to him now. However, the next second, Victor fell silent, and the knight allowed his sweep to chop him from the shoulder without hesitation, with blood dripping, straight to the heart, and two chains instantly rushed up. OK OK. At this moment, Victor laughed out of anger. Not long ago, he had used a similar trick to exchange children, but the problem was that he had fought desperately at that time, but the man in front of him... He really doesn't want to die. Then you really deserve to die! Victor burst out with magic power, but found that he could not break through the opponent's restraints at all. He could only stare at the opponent coldly, and then he drew out the greatsword with his right hand, the only part of his body that could move, and raised it again, chopping off the opponent's head in an instant. At the same time, the chanting over there also came to an end.
"To bring forgiveness, I take on flesh and swear..." Father Ulysses watched the scene with indifferent eyes, watching his guard die so tragically. In the end, he could only watch as the other party's head flew away, bleeding. Whisper a prayer: "May God have mercy—" ...Buzz! white. Endless white is pale, but also the sacred yellow-white. With Father Ulysses as the center, it burst out rapidly like a pillar of light shooting into the sky. The sacred chorus that is comparable to a ritual spell, plus the amplification of the concept of armed monarchy, is for this. And they gave their all to bring Victor’s passionate performance to a splendid end. [Baptismal hymn]! Damn! Victor only had time to turn around before he saw a vast expanse of darkness sweeping towards him. A huge beam of light, like the explosion of a nuclear warhead, swept away all the elements around it. Countless ghosts were burned to ashes in an instant, the sea water evaporated, the fog dissipated, and even the hull could not survive in this horrific "anti-spiritual" storm. As a last resort, he could only quickly pull out the legendary barrier from his backpack, pour all his magic power into it, and push it into the void! …… When the white mist dissipated, thirty seconds had passed. The inherent barrier called the Ghost Fleet has disappeared, and a gust of wind has blown. Blown away a little dust on the ground. Ulysses gently closed the Apocrypha, swayed slightly, and steadied himself. Although he had endured a large amount of magic power infusion and also used himself as a relay station to carry the joint attack of the nuns who were dozens of kilometers away, his condition, under the protection of the spell, was much better than those wild magicians who had been reduced to ashes. no way. May the Lord have mercy on you. The church will remember your sacrifice, but... this is the necessary price to destroy that demon. However, he had just taken two steps when he suddenly froze in place. A hint of...
Can't believe it. "How can it be……" How could I possibly bear it—— "Heh...it looks like you're not in very good shape, old man." At the same time he saw Victor, Victor, who was staggering behind a light curtain, naturally also saw the other party. Of course, Victor smiled brilliantly even though he was weak and angry. "Have you run out of cards?"