Blasphemy

Chapter 233: At dusk

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When the setting sun was about to fall into the distant mountains, it was able to reveal its full view for a moment in the thick clouds. Www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.Com It seemed that in this short moment, the enthusiasm that had been suppressed for a day was released, and in an instant, the gray sky turned into a burning sea of clouds. Golden-red light patterns flowed like waves, and the sky and earth suddenly became a little brighter.

Under the fire clouds, Mount Auburn changed its previous decoration of green, black and snow-white, and instead wore a red coat. The red color comes not only from the contribution of the sea of burning clouds in the sky, but also from the large areas of dark red ice on the mountain, which are regularly divided into three or four paths and wind down from the top of the mountain. At first glance, they look like solidified red streams. .

Under the sea of clouds, a long trumpet sound resounded through the sky. The believers of the Silver Holy Cult slowly retreated from Mount Auburn. They supported each other, and hundreds of bodies were dragged along. At that time, the remains of their fellow believers.

But those bodies that fell heroically behind the Eye of Wisdom’s defense line could no longer be retrieved.

Today, the Holy Cult believers achieved their best result since the attack on the mountain. In the afternoon, they once broke through the defense line of the Eye of Wisdom, and the warriors at the front could even see the back of the saint praying on the altar! Fanatic mages protected the altar, but Mora remained motionless, turning a blind eye to the weapons and blood that were so close at hand. At this time, there were less than 500 Eye of Wisdom believers who could still hold their position.

Something unexpected happened.

The halo that always enveloped Mora's body quickly extended outwards, spreading to the entire altar in the blink of an eye, and the soft light radiated hundreds of steps away, illuminating the battlefield. The madly convinced mage was in high spirits. His spell-casting gestures, which were already a bit stagnant, suddenly became more flexible. The believers of the Eye of Wisdom were even more courageous. Their belief in the goddess filled their bodies and minds, and they shouted and rushed towards the Holy Cult believers. Their enemies felt exactly the opposite. Negative emotions such as fear, confusion, and wavering spread like a plague. The situation of the war suddenly reversed, and the Holy Cult had to sound the trumpet and withdraw its troops.

Hundreds of smokes have risen from the foot of the mountain, and dinner will be ready soon. Replenish the physical strength of the fanatical followers of the Holy Religion. Under Mount Auburn. A few ice mages and warriors whose clothes were much more gorgeous than the others kept pointing towards the top of Mount Auburn. One of them, an old man wearing a high crown and ivory white robe, is the highest-ranking priest in the entire southern empire and the leader of the place at this moment. Several warrior leaders around him were explaining in detail tomorrow's mountain attack plan.

Mount Auburn is extremely steep and there are only a few long and narrow passages that can accommodate people going up and down. The reason why Mora chose this place was not because Mount Auburn was a sacred place. The only reason was because of its danger. Perhaps within a thousand miles, Mount Auburn was the easiest place to defend and difficult to attack.

In just a few days, tens of thousands of followers of the Silver Holy Cult gathered at the foot of Auburn Mountain. They attacked the mountain day and night, but there was no room for maneuver on the narrow mountain road. The fighting place between the two parties could only accommodate twenty or thirty people fighting at the same time. Often after dozens of people at the front died in battle, the believers at the rear would be blocked by the corpses of their fellow believers. It takes a lot of effort to climb up to the fortifications of the followers of the Eye of Wisdom. In this way, the followers of the Eye of Wisdom and the fanatical mages, whose number is dozens of times smaller than that of the Holy Religion, can always get precious breathing time to persevere.

If the support is really not outdated, the Eye of Wisdom cultists will launch the giant crossbow that is only used to defend the city. At such a close range, the giant crossbow has the power of one arrow. It is enough to penetrate several people and castrate them continuously, dealing a huge blow to the Holy Cult believers. Fortunately, this is a very destructive weapon. There are not many Eyes of Wisdom left.

After discussing with several ice and snow mages, priests and snow palace warriors, they decided to change their tactics and divide the Holy Cult believers who could fight into dozens of echelons and launch a continuous attack in order to exhaust the physical strength of the people on the top of the mountain. This tactic offsets a lot of the natural advantage of the Eye of Wisdom.

In the eyes of those Snow Palace warrior leaders who understand military matters, time is not a problem. Cold and lack of rest will gradually drain the energy of the Cultists of the Eye of Wisdom, and the magic power of the fanatical mages will become less and less day by day. The Holy Cult members under rotation not only have enough food, but can also sleep peacefully to restore their physical strength. The longer time goes on, the closer victory is to them.

In the eyes of the old priest, the life of the imprisoned believer was not a problem. The number of Holy Cult believers who died in battle on Mount Auburn is now dozens of times greater than the number of believers imprisoned on the top of the mountain. The only thing he cares about is the lives of Saint Mora with the Eye of Wisdom and dozens of fanatical mages. Everyone knows that the Eye of Wisdom can rise like this, at least half of it is due to this saint with incredible motivation and extremely rare first-level natural charm power.

If possible, he would trade a thousand followers for the life of a fanatical mage. And if he could sacrifice one hundred thousand believers in exchange for the destruction of Mora, he would definitely be willing to do so. Anyway, there are many people in the empire, and believers can continue to be recruited after they die.

As time went by, the offensive and defensive battles in Mount Auburn became increasingly fierce. In order to carry enough offensive and defensive materials up the mountain, the believers of the Eye of Wisdom did not bring enough food rations. In order to withstand the cold on the top of the mountain and replenish their exhausted physical strength, both the believers and the fanatical mages ate significantly more. But all this has been solved as early as Shangshan Zhiqian.

Mora still prays all the time, and the light gushing from her body gently guides the magic of the fanatical mages and drives away their physical fatigue. She could clearly feel the state of every surviving believer, and knew that although their will was still extremely strong, their bodies were on the verge of collapse.

Mora knew the source of the food and acquiesced to this solution. For her, as long as she could persist until the day of the sacrifice, any method was sacred.

In fact, the believers of the Eye of Wisdom only brought less than three days of food, because every enemy corpse can be regarded as food!

In addition, the corpses of the Holy Cult believers were piled together and poured with ice water. After a while, it turned into an extremely strong barrier. On the way up the mountain, the blood of the dead and wounded was shed all the way to the bottom of the mountain. In this season of splashing water to form ice, layers of blood and water have already condensed into thick layers of trapezoidal ice.

The smooth ice layer undoubtedly caused great difficulties for the Holy Cult believers to attack the mountain. despite this. In the face of the absolute balance of power and the Holy Cult's wheel tactics, the number of followers of the Eye of Wisdom is still decreasing day by day.

Tomorrow is the time for sacrifice.

When the morning light illuminated Mount Auburn, Mora finally ended her long prayer and stood up slowly. More than a dozen zealot mages and more than 300 believers who survived immediately gathered together. They had injuries of varying severity, but their eyes were full of light and hope!

At this time, the rest of the Silver Holy Sect also came to an end. Next. It should be an endless, all-out attack on the mountain.

The old priest, surrounded by believers, came to the foot of Mount Auburn. He held the teachings of the Ice and Snow Goddess in his hand, waved it hard towards the top of the mountain, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Kill the witch and the evil fanatical mage! For the goddess!"

"For the goddess!" With a huge roar, groups of believers began to climb up Mount Auburn resolutely.

The old priest let out another morale-boosting roar. "Go save our brothers! For the goddess!"

However, the real voice in his heart was: "Those dozens of unlucky people will definitely not be saved."

Looking up at the milky white halo that could still be easily recognized even on the top of a hundred-meter mountaintop, the old priest thought of all the rumors about the Saint with the Eye of Wisdom, and suddenly felt a little thirsty. Maybe it would be a good idea to capture her alive. But his reason also told him that this was not realistic at all.

The old priest stroked his long snow-white beard, which represented majesty and seniority, and another thought came to his mind. After this religious war is over. The Holy Religion can no longer rest on its laurels, it is time to select a few saints for the Ice and Snow Goddess.

Several other snow palace warrior leaders and ice and snow mages also looked up at the same place on the top of Auburn Mountain with the high priest. When I thought that the legendary saint would eventually fall under the swords, I felt a deep sense of reluctance in my heart. I just hope that when she dies, her face is not scratched and her appearance can still be seen. Several men thought so.

The attack began, and the Holy Cult followers flocked to the top of the mountain like a tide. While Auburn was inundated with injuries. It seems that the war has angered some god. The earth actually trembled slightly. A Snow Palace warrior suddenly turned around and his expression changed drastically!

White smoke rises from the distant horizon. Rolling towards Auburn Mountain, the snowfield was filled with ice fragments brought up by countless iron hooves. After a while, several leaders of the Silver Holy Cult saw clearly that what came with the smoke and dust were actually thousands of cavalry!

Behind the cavalry were countless infantry. There are no markings on the flags of this murderous army, and it is still unclear where it belongs, but judging from its marching posture, it seems that this is a well-trained regular army. Everyone in the Silver Sect had an ominous premonition in their hearts. The leading general is a lithe figure, and he is none other than a redbud butterfly. She raised her hand slightly, and the nearly 20,000 soldiers of the Arei Principality stopped and formed a battle formation behind her.

Facing the 100,000 Holy Cult believers at the foot of Mount Auburn, Redbud Butterfly drew out her sword with a choking sound, waved it forward, and shouted loudly: "The entire army attacks! No prisoners of war will be left behind!"

In the northern ice fields, life-threatening battles are also going on at the mountain passes. Tens of thousands of Silver Holy Cult believers stepped into the valley singing hymns and rushed towards the thousands of insignificant Eye of Wisdom believers who dared to stop them!

At the end of the canyon, there is a sloping soil slope tens of meters long. The soil slope is covered with a thick layer of smooth ice. Those Holy Religion believers who are not skilled in martial arts and are only physically strong cannot gain a foothold on the soil slope. This slope was not formed naturally, but was lifted up from the flat ground by the astonishing power of magic. There is still a strong magical aura left on the slope, but the heavy smell of death in the magical aura is unbearable.

However, there are many followers of the Silver Holy Cult. These fanatical believers are like army ants in the southern virgin forest. The ones behind push the ones in front and squeeze up the icy slope step by step. If the person in front stops moving, they will push hard from behind. If they can't push anymore, they will crawl over the top of their companion!

There is another platform several meters high on the top of the hillside. The tall Tikton leader Zagur led the Tikton warriors to stand on the platform and build a steel barrier. They held special giant steel shields and pushed outwards with all their strength. With every push, several members of the Silver Holy Cult would fall from the high platform. After the push, the Tickton warrior's giant ax would roar down and easily chop open the bodies of the Holy Cult believers who were still clinging to the giant shield.

The war started not long ago. The front half of Zhagur's body has completely turned red. There were more than ten stainless steel battle axes stuck on the ground behind him. Once he chopped it and bent it, Zhagur would throw the battle ax at the crowd in front of him, and some unlucky Holy Cult believer would be hit hard. He fell down with a bloody head. Then he would draw a new battle ax in his backhand and fight again. The huge battle ax shining with cyan light roared and whirled, and every time it struck, it always took away a few lives.

Behind the Tickton warriors stood the elves of the Dark Side of the Moon, who poured sharp arrows at the Silver Holy Cult members at incredible speeds. The tips of the sharp arrows were shining with blue light. All of them are highly poisonous. Such arrows do not require aiming. As long as a wound is made, a life will be harvested.

Froya floated in the sky, her spell-casting gestures were graceful and graceful, as if she was dancing. With spells, gestures, and scrolls all in one, she used the power of the Thunder Prison Ring to its extreme. Lightning flashed between those plain hands, and countless lightning magics of all kinds poured out like a gust of wind and rain towards the ice and snow mages of the Silver Holy Cult.

Lightning magic is fast and destructive, and the little goblin has countless high-level props that can increase magic attack and magic defense. She is also ruthless and ruthless. She is definitely a model of pursuing and killing everyone. Therefore, since the war began, three ice mages have fallen under her magic. The third ice mage was still hiding among the believers, and just secretly released an ice ball towards her. As a result, before the ice ball even touched Froya's protective shield, he was already reduced to charcoal by four lightning bolts from the goblin with precise placement.

Froya's position occupies the commanding heights. In addition to focusing on dealing with the ice and snow mages of the holy religion, her other task is to take into account the entire battlefield situation. Provide magical support at the right time. Watch her take care of the discovered Ice and Snow Mage. It will fly up and down like a colorful butterfly, busy non-stop. It seems that he will throw a small bottle filled with magic potion with force, and then a large piece of poisonous thick fog will envelop several holy believers in it. Occasionally, she would summon a wall of fire to block the footsteps of the Holy Cultists, allowing the Tickton warriors on the high platform to breathe a little easier.

At this moment, when a precious magic scroll burned out in her hand, the gate of purgatory made of blood-stained bones roared up from the ground, and the underworld demon spewing female flames jumped out of the gate!

It was a little confused, confused by the fact that there were so many victims.

What a joyful killing this must be! The underworld demon's body began to tremble with excitement.

At this moment, Froya suddenly heard the very clear sound of horse hooves and rolling wheels. On this battlefield where the sound of killing was overwhelming, the not so loud sound of hooves and cars somehow managed to penetrate the heavy sound waves and reach her ears.

With the sensitivity of a magician, Froya immediately sensed that the source of the sound was abnormal, then raised the height and looked into the distance with vigilance.

At the end of the ice field, a carriage with four drivers was driving towards it. The emblem of the Ice and Snow Goddess on the carriage reflected the light of the ice field, making it extremely dazzling.

Inexplicably, her heartbeat suddenly increased!

Froya began to chant the spell, and wild thunder and lightning couldn't help but surge out of her hands, but they were restrained by the powerful magic power and could not be contained in her bare hands. Finally, when the violent thunder and lightning accumulated to the critical point that they must explode, Froya waved her hands, and three dazzling blue electric balls were linked together by lightning, surrounding each other, spinning at high speed, and heading straight towards the strange car. The carriage flew away.

The three electric balls connected into one quietly sank into the carriage compartment. The gorgeous carriage instantly turned into transparent blue, as gorgeous as the car of the gods!

But the splendor is always short-lived. The beautiful blue color faded in the blink of an eye, and the carriage carriage silently exploded into a ball of flying black powder.

But there was no one in the carriage!

When Froya was stunned, suddenly there seemed to be a faint wind passing by her. The strange feeling passed away in an instant. She looked around, but found nothing. At this time, from the corner of her eye, she saw that the Tickton warriors below were engaged in a fierce battle again. A corner of the formation was about to be rushed away by the crazy Holy Cultists. Without thinking about anything else, she immediately took out a bottle filled with dark green gunpowder. The amber vial was thrown down hard.

A green poisonous cloud bloomed again among the followers of the Silver Holy Religion. In the swirling poisonous cloud, the Holy Cult believers fell one after another. Their pilgrimage had come to an end.

To the north, a wave of ripples suddenly appeared in the sky, and a brilliant and gorgeous floating city slowly emerged from the void. It's a hover. It slowly turned an angle that was extremely small for its huge size, and then began to fly along the coastline of the icy ocean.

Below the floating city, the thick ice layers were shattered under the invisible huge pressure, and any magical beasts with a little bit of intelligence had already escaped.

***In the center of the main hall, there was a magic well with a diameter of ten meters. There is a very light mist floating in the well, and the clouds flow like gauze. Looking down through the clouds, we can see that the coast of the northern ice ocean has shrunk dramatically.

This magic well is like a window to another space, showing an image that is not flat. But a complete miniature world.

In the world inside the well, you can see countless colors flowing and drifting. And ever-changing.

Next to the magic well, there are Macbeth, Wella and Macbeth, forming a tripod.

Macbeth is still a golden figure with no physical feeling. He points to the magic well. Although the hiding place of the Snow Goddess is secret, judging from the fluctuation of divine power when she gives the oracle and the gathering place of the power of faith of her believers, she His body, or at least part of his godhead, should be located in this area. "

As Macbeth's spirit fluctuates, the world in the well changes accordingly, and the ground is constantly pulled closer. Everything on it gradually enlarged, and a cliff hanging on the ice ocean gradually became clear. In the world in the well, there are countless bright white lights that cannot help but gather from all directions, and countless tiny seven-color light spots slowly fall in the flower city around the cliff.

It was now visible that the cliff was getting bigger and bigger. It turned out to be a huge piece of thousand-year-old ice! Judging from the surrounding reference terrain. This cliff made of giant ice is actually a thousand meters high!

An indescribable coldness suddenly rose in the depths of the souls of the three people in the hall, followed by a sharp and angry shout. It sounded like two giant pieces of ice rubbing against each other.

The scenery in the magic well suddenly jumped, and then three groups of vague cold air seeped out, attacking ***, Wella and Macbeth respectively!

Macbeth's pale golden body became extremely thin, allowing the cold air to pass through his body and float to a thick stone pillar behind him. The stone pillar suddenly lost its luster, and the middle section suddenly turned into countless powders that were so fine that they could not be distinguished at all, and were scattered in the slight wind in the hall.

Wei Na opened her lips slightly and blew out a strong wind that could destroy everything, easily dispersing the cold air that hit her face.

And ***, just stared at the cliff. The closer the cold air got to her, the thinner it became, until finally it dispersed on its own.

Macbeth said in a deep voice: "It can't be wrong! It seems that most of the goddess of ice and snow is hiding in this cliff. It seems that she has just accumulated enough power of faith to wake up from her deep sleep. By God's standards, she is very weak now and has little divine power. I really don't know what happened before that could make a God sleep in this plane."

He looked up at Wella and asked: "Lord Audreyhe, can you use the Insight Field to find out why the Ice and Snow Goddess fell into a deep sleep? This will be of great help to us."

Wei Na frowned and said: "I only have the lowest level of godhead. Compared with the goddess of ice and snow, my godhead is much worse. So insight cannot be used."

Macbeth looked at the cliff for a while and said slowly: "It doesn't matter if we can't have insight. We still have a chance. Mr. ***, what do you think?"

*** said calmly: "She is very weak. So we can start."

The floating city shines with great power and flies into the distance.

In the main hall, Macbeth had already left and was watching the ever-changing scenery in the magic well. The fleeting mountains, ravines, rivers and fields made her silver eyes flicker, but there was no specific scene that could stay in her eyes.

Wei Na looked at ***'s fixed eyes, and suddenly sighed, it was a war with a true god. "

*** said calmly: "We will eventually win, we just don't know who will be destroyed in the war."

Wella wanted to say something, but she hesitated. She was silent for a moment, and finally said softly: "***, no one knows what will happen in the war between the gods, let him come in."

The dark black suddenly fluttered slightly.

She suddenly fell silent.

Wella quietly left the hall, and a moment later, Rogge walked in as if walking on thin ice, surrounded by a solid silver light. After several painful experiences of meeting the goddess, the fat man really didn't dare not be on full alert. But this time there was no raging energy storm in the hall, nor was there a strong holy light that could blind one's eyes.

He saw the silver eyes, saw the black ones, and saw clearly the goddess floating in the air.

The *** slowly fell to the ground and walked towards him step by step.

Their eyes met, and there was a bang in Rogge's mind. Countless memory fragments emerged from the deepest part of his consciousness, spliced together in a messy manner, and immediately bloomed like lightning and flew in all directions, weaving an extremely chaotic scene. picture. Rogge couldn't discern the true meaning of the chaotic thoughts in his mind, but the only thing he could confirm was that when facing the approaching goddess, he had no fear, only a wildly beating heart and a vague expectation!

There seemed to be too many things hidden behind those pair of ancient silver eyes. Rogge tried hard to see through, but all he saw was a glistening silver light.

"Roger." *** suddenly called.

Rogge responded: "What are your orders?"

***'s lips opened slightly, then closed again, over and over again, and finally squeezed out a cold word: "In a moment... be careful."

Rogge suddenly felt warm in his heart and smiled: "Don't worry, I won't die that easily."

The light in ***'s eyes suddenly jumped for several times, and she wanted to say something again, but she still couldn't say even one syllable.

She finally waved.

Rogge turned and left, and with every step he took, the heavy sound of the steps struck the two agitated souls.

The door of the hall was closed heavily behind Rogge.

"When this war is over, I should look for Odaireh more often! The distance between gods and humans is not far, isn't it?..." Rogge suddenly had such an idea. He suddenly smiled and felt that a whole new world seemed to have opened in front of him, so he quickened his pace to leave.

"When this war is over, you will be a real god..." *** stared blankly at the closed door of the main hall.

A drop of water came from nowhere, fell to the ground, splashed into jade fragments that could not be caught, and finally dissipated into the void, not knowing where it went.

This is the first drop.

Will this be the last drop? (Quanben Novel Website www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)