At the same time, Victor's gaze naturally shifted to Ulysses. The female magician would definitely not be able to withstand his attack, so the only one who had to take action was Ulysses.
As expected, the blood-red sword suddenly passed by Ulysses' ear at an extremely fast speed, causing a wave of air. At that moment, the priest just raised his head slightly.
In an instant, the two people's eyes focused, and in just a moment, Victor's figure crossed dozens of meters and came in front of him.
The priest looked up and Victor jumped over.
The pages of the book in his hand turned without wind, and at the same time, Victor narrowed his eyes and raised his hand high towards the opponent's head. In the palm of his hand, an ice blade that had condensed instantly was crystal clear and chilling.
"As for the works of men, I have kept myself by the word of your lips, not forcing the way of men..."
The moment he got closer, Victor also heard the other person's whisper.
Deep in those eyes as calm as water, there is devotion to the Lord and... protection from the Lord.
Stupid!
The pages of the book made a sharp buzzing sound as they moved automatically without wind. Golden magic power rushed out, forming a pale flame. The flame came fiercely and suddenly turned into a wall, allowing Victor to push the ice blade forward fiercely, and it turned into melted water with a hissing sound.
"My feet have established your paths; my steps have not slipped..."
The calm voice continued, and Victor suddenly raised his head, looking beyond the pale wall of flames into the distance.
The bloody sword was within reach, and the female magician turned back hastily with despair in her eyes.
But Victor sighed softly and took a step back.
Still too slow...
"I have called upon you, O God, for you will answer me—"
The chanting became increasingly passionate, and along with the other party's last voice, a golden ripple instantly erupted from the female magician's body.
“Please give ear to me and listen to my words.”
Snapped!
A crisp sound was heard, and the priest gently closed the book in his hand.
He whispered: "She will..."
"Across thousands of miles."
Ripples swept across, a magical storm flashed, and the next second, a blood-red sword pierced straight into the ground, and with a bang, it lifted up broken stones. Only the female magician was nowhere to be seen.
……
The Bible… Psalms… Chapter 17, verse 5…
Victor silently recalled the knowledge of the church system that he had crammed in these days for escape and preparation - was it a prayer poem?
The secret of converting "prayer" into "reality" is achieved by consuming magic power by chanting the Lord's name.
Its nature is probably similar to...
Yan Ling.
It seems that it works as it says, but... in fact, the things that can be distorted will not exceed the scope of magic, and the greater the difficulty, the more magic power and materials needed to prepare, and the higher the cost will be. It is not a very practical secret.
Victor silently opened the map and took a glance.
Although it is said to be thousands of miles away, in fact the church is only a few kilometers away from here...
Well, the last request was more of a formality. The ritual was completed and activated when the poem excerpt was finished. The purpose of deliberately saying it at the end was to make him miscalculate the time when reinforcements would arrive, and...
Scare yourself?
It's really cunning, but please don't really think that I don't know anything.
Victor stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and the blood-red sword in the distance trembled a few times, then turned into blood with a bang, swept back, and condensed again in Victor's hand.
But then again...even if it's just to teleport the opponent a few kilometers away, it's not a very strong magic.
But Victor had to admit...
This really gave him...
Victor fiercely raised his blood-red sword and aimed it at the flame wall in front of him—causing huge trouble! !
boom! !
The sword blade forcibly passed through the flame protection of who knows how many degrees of high temperature. With the hissing sound of vaporization, the sword body that was originally condensed and tempered into dark red metal was constantly re-vaporized into drops of blood. But even so, the impact feeling coming from the sword body also indicated that this greatsword also completed its task brilliantly.
It passed through the flames and struck the opponent with a destructive blow.
It's just... the blood absorption didn't trigger...
Victor stared deeply into the flames, watching his bloody sword being completely melted by nearly half. After it was completely unrecognizable, the pale flames slowly dissipated, revealing the current appearance of the inside.
"Oh, that's really scary."
Ulysses stood there gracefully with a faint smile on his face. The book in his hand was opened again at some point, and in front of him...
Victor frowned and looked at the magician in front of him.
Yes, a magician, a magician that Victor had seen when he was drinking in a bar before, was standing in front of the priest with a pale face, using all his magic circuits and magic power to desperately support a shield.
He actually blocked this attack...
Just a wild magician... Victor looked at the other party, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and gently pushed the sword in his hand.
With a thud, the standing magician staggered backwards and could not even maintain basic balance.
Typical overdraft of vitality.
Victor was slightly stunned, and then he seemed to understand something, and quickly looked around -
Sure enough, all the magicians around him, including the bartender, were struggling, facing him, with magic circuits lighting up all over their bodies.
What the hell... Victor suddenly looked at the book in the priest's hand, which began to turn pages automatically without wind.
Damn, that's not the Bible...
"Cardinal Blom's conceptual armament...monarchy?"
"Oh? You've heard of me?"
Ulysses paused for a moment after hearing this, and the smile on his face deepened a little. He said softly, "Yes, it is me."
"Ulysses Blomfield."
"A devout...preacher."
……
Concept Armament: Monarchy.
A heretical text that takes the concepts of "instigation" and "believing" to the extreme.
Although it is a conceptual weapon, it was originally classified as a magic outfit. The reason for this is also the key to Victor knowing it - because this book was originally made by a magician who fell into the status of a dead apostle.
After being conquered by the Church's burial agency over a hundred years ago, this "book" that could amplify chanting magic to an extremely terrifying level was completely seized by the Church and compiled into the "Apocrypha" series. It has been kept to this day by Cardinal Blom, who is rumored to be ranked 28th.
No wonder...
Victor's mood sank a little. No wonder he was wondering why these magicians living in the sewers were so curious and bold and were watching the fun.
He also wondered why the other party sent all the ordinary people away, while he stood among the crowd of magicians, standing still.
It turned out to be the case.
Bishop Ulysses Blom.
He is extremely good at prayer, hypnosis, suggestion, and this so-called Apocrypha: The Prince.
Is it possible to achieve this effect?
Victor glanced around and roughly estimated the number.
Eleven magicians whose strengths were unknown were all manipulated without exception!
The most terrifying thing is that looking at the despair in these people's eyes, I am clearly still conscious, but...
I just can't control my body!
Oh, what kind of evil is this?
Thinking of this, Victor couldn't help laughing and repeated in a low voice:
"As for the ways of men, I have kept myself under the word of your lips, not forcing the way of another..."
"Is this what you call pity?"
Now look at it, the Bible that the other party recited is really ridiculous.
Facing Victor's sarcasm, Ulysses remained quite calm.
"Why not?"
He chuckled and said matter-of-factly, "I have never issued any orders to the Lord's people other than to let them go to a safe place."
All the civilians, even if he wanted to attack Victor from the beginning, he first followed the procedures and evacuated all the civilians.
He will redeem every lamb.
but……
"Magicians have never been my Lord's people, have they?"
He looked at Victor calmly, raised the book The Monarch in his hand and turned a page, and his magic began to stimulate: "You are also a magician."
"Now, as a member of the devil, he is willing to seize even the most filthy existence..."
"Filthy?" Victor didn't want to waste any more time. Yes, to the lunatics in the church, magicians were considered heretics.
He knew it from the beginning, from the moment he was being chased, he was a madman.
Incomprehensible.
As he stretched out his hand, his face turned paler again, and a large amount of blood in his body condensed into a brand new dark red sword.
"You call the Dead Apostles filth, the poison that pollutes the earth."
"But you are also madly pursuing this miracle called the Principle Blood Ring."
Victor glanced at Ulysses coldly, then suddenly turned around and slashed a magician who was approaching with a knife, and at the same time, the bloody sword that was soaked in blood lit up with a dark red light!
With a loud bang, it hit another bartender who rushed up.
"To be honest, I find it ridiculous."
Victor whispered slightly, his tone containing loss and regret.
"I became a dead apostle, but I still tried to keep my original intention and not forget my humanity."
At first, he didn't even think of killing the female magician.
If possible, he would try his best not to hurt innocent people.
“But…as a people-oriented church…”
The earth began to break apart, and the endless green sea water slowly eroded everything around it...
"But you keep forcing me to... throw away that kind of thing."
Chapter 34: Is it my turn?
The eerie dark green sea water stirred up waves, and there was a loud bang with a huge wave. The fog was filled, and the two magicians on the edge had no time to prepare, and they didn't even have time to perform the most basic water walking. They were submerged in the sea in an instant. They struggled, cried for help, and were finally dragged to the bottom of the sea by a strange unknown existence, and were completely silent.
[Inherent barrier: ghost fleet].
Derived from the White Knight Brad, when he was killed by Victor, the corresponding learnable skills were unlocked - school conditions 400 source crystals, character level greater than 5, mystery greater than or equal to 2, and it is necessary to face the ghost fleet of Brad in his prime in the strong enemy challenge space and persist for more than ten minutes.
At first, Victor thought this condition was very simple.
As a result... guess why this skill is named Ghost... Fleet?
When a dense fleet of nearly hundreds of ghost ships with will-o'-the-wisp fire broke through the fog, and thousands of ghosts, even including dozens of agent ghosts as powerful as Liz, rushed over, Victor was stunned by the exaggerated effect of the "heyday" for the first time. He opened his mouth but couldn't even utter the last sentence.
Not to mention ten minutes, that time, in just ten seconds, he was torn into pieces by this endless ghost.
It was also at that moment that he clearly understood Brad's strength in his heyday, and... how he destroyed a city fortress of the terrifying level of Van Phim.
Victor naturally couldn't achieve such a grand scene.
Even though his mystical level was high enough to inherit the Principle Blood Ring and theoretically make him a member of the "superiors", his strength and attributes still limited him.
