"As long as I can hold on until dawn... so that I no longer need to maintain the Light Spell on the entire battlefield..." the Saint murmured, "I will be able to release forbidden magic to fight against the cluster of the Old Church... It is too heavy a burden for me to maintain the Light Spell now. But we cannot lose it now."
"If you give up on lighting, the Sister of Asceticism won't be able to see where the Skeleton Demon is in the back, and our conscripts might even miss a step and fall directly - so you have to think carefully before you proceed."
"Can't you give me a hand?"
"The area's magic power is almost exhausted. I can only kill the enemy with the least amount of magic power. Are you sure you want me to use the little magic power left for lighting?"
"Uh..." The disadvantages of magicians in areas with scarce magic resources were clearly exposed.
This is also the most important reason why Priscilla could only talk but not do anything - it's not that she doesn't want to help Cecilia bear this second heavy pressure, but that she really can't help.
She also had to reserve enough magic power in case of emergency to annihilate the first batch of Old Church soldiers who climbed up the earthen rampart!
In this case you let a magician waste the area's mana just to create light? Impossible...
Cecilia could only continue to maintain the existence of the light spell and tranquility spell. Then she gritted her teeth and turned the spear of light that was originally condensed in her hand into a "rain of light" that split into countless fragments. She threw all of it fiercely towards the slowly approaching formation of the Old Church in the distance.
The skeleton demons are highly resistant to divine power, but that doesn’t mean that Patriarch Peter’s army is also highly resistant to divine power.
They were mortals after all, and under the attack of the Saint, those standing in the front fell down wailing, but their companions at the back stepped over their bodies without a care and continued to move forward.
Saint Cecilia's attack did not hurt the foundation of the old church. Under the witch's watch, the few elite soldiers of the leader Peter in the rear still maintained high morale and almost no casualties. They used the cheap believers in front as shields, which was natural and difficult to deal with.
Priscilla didn't ask Cecilia to do her best, but at least the witch could try to help.
"Although I can't use my magic reserves at will, the things I prepared these days can finally come in handy..."
She muttered and took out a scroll from her pocket. On the scroll were paintings of a large number of fireballs, and runes on the edges were glittering, representing the abundance of magic power.
This is a reusable rechargeable magic scroll that Priscilla has created through his own research and experience during this period - it only needs to charge the magic power to store up power, and then release it all at once at the critical moment.
But Priscilla didn't plan to use it now. After she took it out and prepared it, she shouted to Cecilia beside her:
"Cecilia! I'm going to use my night magic later - but I won't be of any use to you for a long time after this, got it?!"
"I know! So... judge based on your experience and don't be afraid."
"call."
The magic scroll in Priscilla's hand records a basic spell called "Fireball" that all mages learn when they first get started.
A fist-sized fireball will cause a violent explosion and burning effect when it hits the target. It has a very high lethality to units without armor, but it is not a big threat to units with armor. If it hits the armor, it will not even cause the opponent's death. It is a novice among novice spells.
But no matter how you put it, it is also "fire". For all intelligent creatures, "fire" is not only sacred, but also... awe-inspiring.
The flames would burn people's will to fight. Only the strongest warriors could advance under the scorching flames. In the records of the Roman Empire, no soldier had ever been able to charge through the flames.
Naturally, no matter how powerful the Old Church's crusaders are, they are just mortals.
The fire can bring them chaos, but chaos alone is definitely not enough—
So Priscilla decided to use his most proud night magic, combining the two to see if he could put the Old Church army into long-term chaos.
But the premise for doing so is that the skeleton demons in the rear will not be directly controlled by the God of Light... and the ascetic nuns can kill the demons in the rear.
The Night Witch took a deep breath and watched the army of the Old Church getting closer and closer. She held her scroll in one hand and raised her staff in the other.
She gathered the magic power of the area, and after gathering almost all of it into a completely opaque black ball, she remembered what kind of impact she had brought to the barbarians when she first used this magic.
That year, the barbarians who were charging suddenly lost all vision and became a mess. They trampled on each other and fled in all directions, and finally ran into the trap set by the previous king, and were then completely annihilated by the Roman army.
Now what
"Charge!"
The Witch of the Night whispered.
The army in the cold and light weapons period was in the most chaotic state when launching a charge.
The officers' orders could hardly be conveyed at any time, and the queue began to become full of cracks. Everyone was moving in the same direction, and those who fell would be trampled to death by their companions behind them.
Everyone was rushing forward like crazy. Apart from the dense crowds of heads and raised weapons, they could hardly see the situation elsewhere.
They will be in chaos during the charge, and the best way for them to obtain information about their surroundings is to observe the movements of friendly forces and listen to every possible possibility in the noisy sounds.
in other words…
“Waaaaaa—”
Once they are charging, deprive them of vision.
Then, they will fall into chaos because their eyes will go dark during the charge.
"May darkness fall."
Looking at the Old Church army in front of him who were shouting and charging.
The Night Witch sent the black ball on her staff towards their path.
The black ball did not move very fast. It was just a black sphere. It was too conspicuous under the illumination of Cecilia's light magic. At the same time, it also made the soldiers of the Old Church notice the abnormality.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
The soldier running in the front screamed, but the people on his left and right were like iron walls, standing still.
He wanted to retreat, but the people behind him kept pushing forward. If he retreated, he would be pushed to the ground and trampled to death, so he could only be pushed forward towards the point where the black ball landed with a distorted face.
Then—
He couldn't see anything.
Everything in front of him became pitch black. Even if he tried to open his eyes as wide as he could, all he could see was nothingness and darkness. It was as if a thick layer of black smoke had covered his eyes, and he could not see anything.
“Ah?! My eyes, I can’t see anything! Enemies, where are the enemies?!”
The blind soldier screamed and swung his weapon wildly. He felt as if he had hit something, and warm blood splashed all over his face.
With vision eliminated, the soldier's other senses were greatly enhanced. Whether it was the rough texture of the weapon handle in his hand, the smell of blood in his nose, or the screams of his classmates that made his eardrums hurt, or the push from behind -
He acquired many things after losing his sight, but these things were of no use other than increasing his fear.
Who am I? Where am I? Where should I go now
The soldier spun blindly, trying to move toward where the noise from friendly forces was the greatest, but he was pushed to the ground in the middle of his spin.
"I fell down!" he screamed. "Pull me up, pull me up—Ahh?! It's hot?! It's hot!"
An incredible heat came from the body, the leather armor was ignited, the skin and muscles were burned by the flames, and finally, unbearable pain came from the incredible heat.
The soldier lying on the ground rolled over in pain, but he was soon stepped on by his equally blind companion.
“Ahh—”
The screams continued.
This unfortunate soldier was not a minority, but the majority under the influence of Priscilla's magic.
After the night magic successfully blinded the vanguard of the Old Church army, Priscilla immediately used up the magic stored in the fireball scroll in his hand.
A large number of fireballs appeared in the sky above the Protestant earth ramparts, smashing into the chaotic crowd of the Old Church and igniting their flesh and blood.
Fire brings hope and disaster to mankind. Fire can give people light, and it can also make people realize the horror of fire through direct contact with the burning and painful fire.
But being blind, the only way for the Old Testament soldiers to feel the fire was through direct contact - they could not avoid it through sight, nor could they give orders to prohibit it in the chaos.
More and more soldiers were in a mess because they were on fire. They ran and crawled around randomly, bringing chaos to more blind soldiers and completely splitting the entire front.
Some of the Old Church soldiers rushed to the bottom of the earthen rampart in the chaos, and were immediately stabbed in the head by the New Church conscripts above. Some of the Old Church soldiers managed to escape to the rear, out of the influence of the night magic, and are now sweating and panting as they watch the hellish scene their companions are experiencing.
More Old Church soldiers fell into chaos, trampling on each other, running for their lives in the dark and waving their weapons wildly.
The flames spread from person to person. There would always be a few lucky ones who escaped the scorching fire but were tripped by their companions and finally became the ghosts under their boots and died even more painfully.
The Night Witch looked at everything in front of her with a pale face. She was exhausted due to excessive consumption of magic power.
She panted, looked back at the skeleton demon that was almost cleaned up by the ascetic sister, and then she relaxed.
Because as long as they continue to do this... as long as the morale of the Old Church army is directly destroyed within the duration of the Dark Night Magic, then this invasion of the Old Church will end in failure.
Unless Patriarch Peter has a powerful backup plan, otherwise... we are almost winning!
Looking at the brilliant light gradually coming from behind the Old Church, Priscilla took a deep breath.
Dawn is just around the corner—
"Ah...ah...Priscilla?"
But at this moment, Priscilla, who was watching the dawn slowly appearing in the east, heard Cecilia's terrified call.
What's going on
Priscilla turned around and looked at Cecilia in a daze, and found that the light shining on her had turned from silver-white to golden yellow.
…
She suddenly realized something.
Why was I able to see the dawn under the illumination of the light spell? No...
Is that really the sunlight at dawn
The witch's body trembled. How could she forget
The God of Light also has light.
"Yes... the God of Light..."
She gritted her teeth and looked at the light behind the Old Church. She watched her dark magic lose its effectiveness under the shining of golden light, and just watched the golden figure appear on the Old Church's position.
From the moment the God of Light descended, even the Saint's tranquility spell lost its effectiveness.
Peace can prevent fear and anger, but it cannot prevent faith - looking at the Protestant conscripts kneeling on the ground and begging for forgiveness, Priscilla realized in despair.
They may have lost. Compared with the crazy people of the old religion, they lacked a God.
In despair, Cecilia noticed that the power of the God of Light flowing through her body had increased.
The surging divine power rushed through his body. The God of Light's every move seemed to be the key to the speed at which the divine power flowed away.
Perhaps it is not time to despair yet—Cecilia said with her head down. She gathered the divine power in her hands and looked at the virtual image of the God of Light gradually materializing in the distance... She knew that she still had one last chance to fight to the death.
"Yes, that is the God of Light, our enemy." She said, "An enemy we cannot fight... Normally we would just be trampled to death by him - but Priscilla, we still have one last chance."
"What?"
"Let me kill him."
The Saint tried her best to gather all the divine power in her hand into a sword. This was a sword composed of excessive divine power.
Perhaps Cecilia will never have the chance to get close to the God of Light.
But at least... she could try.
Use the teleportation magic that Priscilla left behind as insurance.
Send her to the God of Light and strike him with a fatal blow when he lets his guard down.
As long as the God of Light dies... then everything can still be reversed.
The two girls looked at each other.
After a while, the last skeleton demon left in the rear suddenly crossed the line again and stood directly in front of the Old Church army.
They were ready.
…
The God of Light chose to come because he really couldn't bear it any longer.
The army of the Old Church needed morale, the army of the Old Church needed to advance, and the army of the Old Church needed to become brave under the gaze of God - so the God of Light Constantine chose to come.
But as expected, the consumption of divine power to descend into the world was too great.
Feeling nearly a hundred years of divine power slipping away in that instant, the heart of the God of Light was bleeding, but this was better than rashly dealing with the saint who had obtained a large amount of divine power and risking his life fighting her.
After all, even the slightest activity would result in a drastic consumption of divine power, and the increasingly weak God of Light in battle would not be able to fight against the Saint.
Therefore, he can only choose to come to the world - but he will only come to the world. He must pretend to be as powerful as ever in front of his believers, but can such power really be hidden from everyone
The saint holding the holy sword composed of divine power noticed the weakness of the God of Light.
And Patriarch Peter, who was kneeling and praying devoutly behind the God of Light, could directly feel the "vulnerability" of the God of Light at this moment.
"My great Lord, please give the order to attack and let our army completely wipe out those shameless rebels!"
Patriarch Peter flatteredly, "Under your leadership, we can definitely wipe out the traitors! Please give the order!"
Patriarch Peter did not let the God of Light notice the dagger hidden under his robe, nor did he offer himself to fight in the battlefield - he could see that the current God of Light was just a figurehead!