As the resident saint son of the Nolan Diocese of the Church of the Sages, Jenkins must of course participate in such an important action. The black robe he was wearing at the moment was used to conceal his identity. Now was the critical moment of the battle for the throne, and he could not easily reveal his position in the church and his identity as the bestower.
Although he got up very early, when he arrived at the church with the cat, the combat team had already assembled.
At present, the power of the Church of the Sages in Norland Diocese is divided into two parts, one part is in the local church, and the other part is in the Evergreen Forest. Miss Bevanna, Mr. Gilbert, and Jenkins are leading the church, while the evergreen forest has a saint child, Ms. Rita, who just arrived last night, and five demigods.
Because they were worried about scaring the snake, all the actions were finally determined last night, and the movements of the combat team were completely kept secret.
Jenkins, who looked suspicious no matter what in his black robe, entered through the back door of the church. After confirming the plan with Ms. Bevanna and Mr. Gilbert for the last time, they each led two combat teams to set off at staggered times.
Of course, this is not the full combat power in the church, but this time it is a joint operation of the Twelve Churches, and a considerable number of teams will be sent from the Evergreen Forest, so the church does not need to be dispatched in full force.
In order to prevent his identity from being exposed, Jenkins not only had to wear an airtight black robe in the hot summer, but even his symbol, the cat chocolate, was ordered to keep hidden in his clothes and not come out.
In fact, it would be best if Chocolate didn't follow, but Jenkins couldn't talk to it. Even if he threatened to give it a bath, the cat wouldn't leave Jenkins for half a step.
[Scent Appreciation Committee] After the big search in Turin, it was fully relocated to Nolan. Some time ago, during the careful investigation of the Night Manor, the church did not find too many traces of the tree house, but instead found this group of guys selling cigarettes.
After following the clues, after nearly half a month of waiting, they finally found their local base camp smoothly.
It wasn't a dark, deserted mansion, or an abandoned building that no one cared about. Instead, the cigarette dealers chose a building facing the street in downtown Nolan, renting the entire building under the name of the "Biz Soap Factory" sales office. After subsequent investigations and confirmation with believers of the false god [Circling Mist], it was found that the so-called soap factory really existed, and it also had a certain reputation in Nolan.
Summer is a season prone to fog, coupled with Nolan's own smog, even though it is already seven o'clock, there is still grayish-white smog lingering on Roseburg Avenue.
This is not a suitable time for travel, but people who are running for their livelihood still have to walk on the street with their briefcases covered in their mouths and noses.
At this time, young men wearing cheap leather shoes and formal clothes appeared downstairs in the building painted with inferior yellow paint. He was carrying a briefcase and wearing a pair of thick glasses, almost writing the word "salesman" on his forehead.
The man narrowed his eyes and looked at the signboard hanging on the second floor, then raised his head to look at the closed red iron door. After hesitating, he walked up the steps, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and the door opened almost immediately.
"whats the matter?"
The person who opened the door was a slightly fat old woman with brown hair curled up with more than ten curling irons. Her complexion was very fair, but the few remaining advantages were destroyed by the scattered freckles.
"I am… "
It was like taking something out of a briefcase, but the woman inside the door took a look at him, confirmed the identity of the salesman, and said directly:
"roll!"
The door slammed shut with a bang, almost hitting the young man's nose. The salesman smiled awkwardly at the door, then turned his head and left.
"The situation is almost as expected. There are only two demigods among the 32 bestowers."
A block away, a man in an alley is holding a palm-sized rock in a variety of colors. This is the result of a pair of B-11-5-2920 [Detector Eye Fossils]. One eye detects the number of benefactors nearby, and the other eye responds.
"start to act."
The man whispered behind him, and the nun behind him quickly threw the triangular piece of paper in his hand into the ritual array depicted on the ground.
Under the package of various rituals and abilities, nearly three hundred gifters have silently surrounded the block where the building is located. After receiving the instruction to start the action, the five holy sons distributed around the block jointly launched the mythical chain according to the ritual array arranged in advance:
[Clean field]!
This itself is a kind of mystic that dispels dirt within a certain range, and is used to temporarily prevent the spread of these terrible things when contagious plagues and spreading curses appear. However, the joint effect of the ceremony is to isolate the unclean things that exist in reality, including garbage, smog, etc., from the Mystic, so it happens to have an effect here.
Including Jenkins, the five holy sons stood at the five vertices of the huge pentagram respectively. As the golden light shone on the five of them, the mythical locks closed from the inside to the outside, covering the entire area in an instant.
Confirming the formation of the mystical chain, before the people in the sales office of the Beez soap factory could react, the demigod of the Church of Death and the End of the World held a black stone and pointed it at the sun in the sky.
B-12-1-2831 [Death Messenger Scythe Prototype], the most dangerous B-type supernatural item stored in the Nolan Diocese by the Church of Death and the End. Even before the plan, other churches did not know that this terrible thing was in this diocese . Although it is a Class B item and not a trick, this item is no less dangerous than a trick.
This is a spell item, which is said to be given to mortals by the righteous god himself. The owner of the stone must be at least a demigod. Just point it at the sun for more than three seconds, and the stone will cause a kill attack to all the gifters who do not have the ability of righteous gods within the enveloping range, reducing any non-death gods ten years of life for an average person, and the effect continues to increase with the time of exposure to sunlight.
Although it has little effect on gifters above level 5, this kind of item must not be used unless it is necessary.
At the same time that the gray aura symbolizing death swept across the entire interior of the mythos, the third round of large-scale incantation ceremony [Holy Habitat] triggered by incantation spread out. The effect is that before the ritual collapses, the effects of all righteous gods' magic within the range will be greatly enhanced.
Such a big commotion had already alarmed the perpetrators in the building. After realizing that the mystic had unfolded and isolated the surroundings from reality, the [Smell and Appreciation Committee] did not sit still. But almost at the next moment, all the bestowers below the fifth level fell to the ground, which still delayed their counterattack, allowing the spell ritual to cover almost the entire range of the mythos.
As the [Holy Residence] unfolded, the golden light spread from the ground to the surroundings, but when it touched the building, it was unexpectedly blocked by a layer of black light.
The whisper of a child's singing gradually sounded, which brought the spell ritual to an abrupt end. There shouldn't be fog in the mythos, but as the whispers spread, the fog surged from deeper in the sky, first covering the sun, and making [Death Messenger Scythe Prototype] lose its effect.
Afterwards, the gray mist seemed to be spewed out from the depths of the sky by a giant monster, covering the entire sky in the mystical lock. Visibility drops rapidly, and a cold wind rises in whispers.
As the whispers spread and the gray fog surged, a human figure vaguely appeared above the three-story building.
It's hard to describe what it is. With the appearance of this figure, some small and unspeakable phrases were mixed in the pure whispers of the children and passed to everyone's heart. But those who participated in this operation were all the elite combat troops of the Orthodox Church, and they would not lose their composure due to this influence.
It is clearly summer, but the temperature keeps dropping. While the spell ceremony was suspended out of thin air, a layer of black halo visible to the naked eye spread out with the appearance of a vague human figure.
The cold wind blows through everyone's body, and the wind bounces back immediately after touching the edge of the Mystery. There was an inexplicable smell of scorching in the wind blowing back and forth, but it didn't smell like the smell in Nolan's air, but rather like the disgusting smell of corpses in a crematorium.
A huge black halo appeared behind the head of the human figure above the building. As the halo took shape, the human figure that was not fully finalized unexpectedly had a more sacred and sacred temperament, but then, the mental shock rushed towards the surrounding people in ambush like a tidal wave. .
But the church, which had been prepared for a long time, immediately organized the priests to sing hymns, and at the end of the line on the edge of the myth, the nuns of the [Church of the Sun and Justice] in white sacrificial robes gently shook the silver bell in their hands.
B-02-4-0423[Holy Bell for Dumb Lady]!
The sound waves produced by the bell mixed with the crooning chant, forming a terrifying counterpoint to the mental shock. The surging spirit and energy bombardment caused the spirit to directly affect the reality. Several clearly visible cracks appeared on the flat ground, and the houses at the forefront of the impact directly collapsed into fly ash.
The huge human figure above the building moved. Under the dark sky, the human figure made of unknown black mist, against the background of the halo of the back of the head, pointed to the sky with its right hand and pointed to the ground with its left. As the language that mortals cannot understand was spoken by it, the black mist like the waves of the sea spread from its body to the entire mythology.
"It's now!"
The twelve demigods jumped up, and with the flickering of the holy emblem, the linked golden magic activated the silk threads in the hands of the twelve. There are many items with harsh usage conditions in this world, but even among them, B-03-4-6388 [Holy Demon Spider Web], which requires twelve demigods with different beliefs to activate it, is extremely rare.
The golden threads hooked together and covered the sky, and the black mist impacted the spider web, but it only made the silk threads emit smoke. Soon, the spider web wrapped the huge terrifying human figure in it.