"Come on, hurry up!"
All kinds of shouts rang out crazily, and a large number of knights used all their magic spells without any concealment, and charged towards that block.
"Don't kill me, I'm..." A monster has the upper body of a middle-aged man, and the lower body of the middle-aged man seems to have melted and merged with the monster.
Seeing the knight standing in front of him holding up the knight sword, the middle-aged man shouted crazily, as if he had some special identity, but all of this was of no avail, the knight sword still slashed down mercilessly, linking him and him The monster cuts off together.
It's just that at this time, the summoning ceremony is about to be completed.
There are a large number of black lines composed of unknown substances around Birosius, covering the surrounding blocks. These lines emit a shimmer and look extraordinarily gorgeous.
As soon as these lines appeared, they were poured into Pirocius, and a large amount of information began to interact. What Biluoxius had, and what he had, began to communicate.
There were still too few preparations for the summoning this time. There was neither a descendant nor a sacrifice, so in order to see the bloom of truth, Pirosius, who had gone completely crazy, used himself as a carrier.
Birosius has been hunting fingers to obtain the power of evil gods since he obtained the magic ritual from the Finger Cult more than ten years ago.
But because he lacks the necessary knowledge, he doesn't have other magic, and the use of the power of the evil god has always been relatively low-end, injecting it into his body, so as to gain powerful strength and defense.
This is an extremely waste of the power of the evil god, but over the years, Pirosius' body has adapted to the power of the evil god, and it can barely be used as a descending carrier.
"Let go of the restrictions, and we must never allow evil to descend on the earth." The archbishop held up the scepter in his hand, and hot rays of light emanated from the ruby at the top. Those rays of light were like sharp arrows, flying wildly under the control of the archbishop.
The rays of light bloomed, and everything blocking it was destroyed, turning into green smoke and flying, and the surrounding buildings were smashed into pieces, breaking the terrain barrier.
This is God's pastureland. In normal times, as shepherd dogs, they kept restraint and tried not to cause damage. They never used large-scale and powerful attacks.
But at this moment, they didn't care about this anymore. All kinds of light shone on the knights, and the various amplitude magic spells used by the priests fell on the knights non-stop, causing their strength to undergo earth-shaking changes.
Unlike knights who use holy water to strengthen their bodies, receive the blessings of glory and the mark of the red sun, etc., who have been promoted step by step, the priests of the Sun Shadow Church do not have a clear level.
They need to condense a structural imprint in their souls through faith to carry divine spells. Every time they pray to God, it is a process of resonance, and the imprints in their souls will become more and more complicated. The more divine spells it carries.
Therefore, priests can use more than five times as much divine magic as knights who use their bodies to carry divine magic. In some areas, the profession of combat priests is still preserved. With blessings, their combat power is even more terrifying than knights, and they can also restore their physical strength and heal their injuries through divine magic while fighting.
However, the Sun Shadow Church in Lore Town, because of the "peace" for too long, the priests began to enjoy it, and they were not interested in practicing their skills day after day like a knight.
Under the blessing of a large number of divine arts, the knights began to rampage, approaching Birocius constantly. After those black lines touched the knights, they instinctively stretched into their armor, established contact with them, and began to communicate.
But the blessing of glory has become an obstacle, and their beliefs have formed a spiritual barrier to protect their hearts.
There are a lot of divine arts attached to the knight's sword, as well as the expulsion of other worlds in the divine arts, which makes these black lines continue to collapse.
Chromie lowered his head, holding an ordinary iron sword in his hand, his eyes flickering with hesitation. Although his swordsmanship can be called powerful, but facing these inhuman beings, he still looks too weak for everyone.
And in the chapter of sacrifice, there are many sacrifice rituals that can make him stronger quickly.
The sacrificial magic in the Chapter of Sacrifice is divided into two types, one is a permanent sacrifice similar to the sacrifice of the sense of smell to gain the ability of spiritual vision, and the other is a one-time sacrifice, such as sacrificing fingers, fingers will Flying directly, like an arrow, the introduction said that as long as it is within the shooting range, the fingers can penetrate all defenses.
In addition, there are many abilities such as sacrificing eyeballs, skins, and skeletons.
This kind of sacrifice is a one-time sacrifice, and at the cost of losing something forever, it can burst out a very strong magic.
The final chapter of the one-time sacrifice is the sacrifice of the soul.
The final chapter of the permanent sacrifice is the proof of the sacrifice, which is said to be able to instantly turn a person into a god.
Of course, Chromie never intended to use this kind of sacrifice, because the more he gained, the more he would lose, and the price of becoming a god was beyond his reach.
"At the cost of limb mutilation, release one-time magic to kill Birosius." Chromi is constantly weighing whether this is worth it. Sacrificial magic does not pray to the evil god for power, and even if it is discovered, at most it will It was just taken away by the Sun Shadow Church, and no punishment would be given.
"Is it worth it?" Chromie's eyes flashed blankly. People can always easily hurt others, but it's so difficult to hurt themselves.
"My name..." A large number of black silk threads retracted and poured into the body of Pirosius, or the evil god, has come to this world: "Baltimore!"
His body changed, and a large number of thin threads floated around him, making him slowly float in the air.
Following Baltimore's announcement, the name resounded in the ears of the people shivering at home. This name seemed to have magical power and made people remember deeply.
This is also a kind of communication. When the information belonging to Baltimore began to flow out along with his name, ordinary residents also established a link with him, and the information belonging to them began to flow to Baltimore.
Chromie, who was not far away, naturally did not escape this catastrophe, and it was no longer something he was reluctant to do. He raised his hand and pointed his fingers at Baltimore floating in the air.
The knights also rushed towards Baltimore, but then Baltimore opened his eyes, two rays of light flashed and hit the knight's body, the armor was wriggling, the body was wriggling, the blood was wriggling, everything about this knight was squirming. Creepy, and quickly unrecognizable.
Chromie endured the flow of thoughts in her mind, and launched her own sacrifice magic.