The high priest's arrogant remarks stem from his confidence and strength.
Currently, the Evil Eye Attendants are numerous and powerful. Putting aside the issue of volcanic eruption, the Evil Eye Attendants have an absolute advantage.
The high priest walked slowly towards Jobtran and the others. His unhurried pace sounded like the sound of a bell ringing in their ears in the absolutely quiet environment.
Every step brought considerable pressure to the remnants of the Investigation Bureau. Even the front-row soldiers holding up tower shields began to tremble uncontrollably. Even the mages hiding behind the tower shield defense stopped chanting spells because of the pressure.
The high priest finally stopped about twenty steps away from the remnants of the enemy. The eyes between his brows were already open, and he shocked everyone with a lifeless look and a contempt for life.
Jobtran gritted his teeth, secretly raised the Annihilation Gun, and prepared to aim at the high priest through the gap in the tower shield.
When he pulled the trigger, the annihilation gun didn't respond.
"Damn, the gap between shots is really abominable."
But this cannot be blamed on the ancients. When this gun was originally designed, it was used for legion-style combat. Under the bombardment of hundreds of annihilation rays, only one round of volleys is needed, and all ordinary creatures in front of them are basically reduced to ashes.
In the face of absolute numbers and power suppression, there is no need to use a second shot, so under such characteristics, the annihilation gun is not suitable for use as a single-soldier combat weapon.
If they had not been defeated in several large-scale wars, the ancients would not have ended up in such an embarrassing situation where their entire race was almost wiped out.
The failure of the annihilation gun at this time made Jobtran even more worried. The power level of the high priest was obviously not something that these remnants of his army could resist.
He wondered in his mind if there was any way to fight against the high priest, but after thinking it over, he still couldn't find a feasible plan.
There is no possible outcome of a head-on confrontation other than the utter annihilation of one's own side.
He exchanged glances with the remaining few people and asked in a low voice,
"Although I'm not from the Icelandic branch, are you aware of this?"
"I'd like to hear more about it."
The warrior standing in the front was a bald strong man. He flexed his muscles and held the tower shield high in the front.
The person who spoke was him. Obviously, he was the leader of the small team in front of him, and the mark on his body was wolf-level, just like Jobtran's.
"Find a way to rescue the children. This is the only feasible solution at the moment."
Jobtran said softly.
"Brothers, did you hear me?"
The bald man looked at the chief priest who was standing not far in front of him, and spoke to his companions behind him in a low voice.
"Then I need a gap of thirty seconds."
"Stop talking nonsense and get on with it."
As soon as Jobtran finished speaking, the bald man exerted force with his legs and ran wildly in the direction of the high priest.
"Right now."
He held the tower shield in front of him, and looked like a bull in the arena.
He rushed forward with all his might, using the tower shield as his weapon, and smashed it at the high priest who didn't move at all.
The mages behind him began to chant, while Jobtran, close to the ground, bypassed the high priest from another angle and came to the center of the evil eye servants who had stopped moving.
In the backpack behind Jobtran were the remaining black powder from the last trip to the Black Ice Cave. Now was the time when these tubes of black powder could come in handy.
He threw the burning black powder into the crowd with his right hand. Although he didn't expect it to cause much damage, it could at least cause some disturbance.
Fortunately, one of the tubes of black gunpowder hit the ground and happened to hit a node of the blood array, affecting the operation of the entire array.
At the same time, Jobtran was very willing to use his left hand to condense the holy light into a ball and shoot it into the sky.
Holy light exploded in the air, forming a makeshift flash bomb.
Many evil-eyed servants who were watching the ball of light ascending to the sky lost their eyesight at that moment, giving Jobtran more opportunities.
On the other hand, the battle was one-sided.
The bald man's attack seemed as powerful as a dragon, but in fact, the high priest calmly stretched out a finger to stop his action.
The bald man continued to exert force while panting, but the high priest bent his finger slightly and flicked it lightly, sending him flying backwards.
The mages in the back row shot offensive spells such as ice cones and fireballs, but the high priest still did not dodge or evade.
The hateful vertical pupil between his eyebrows shrank, and a red light as thick as an adult's arm shot out from the pupil.
All spells on the path of the red light melted like ice and snow under the influence of the red light.
Whether it was a high-temperature fireball, a cold ice cone, or deadly acid, all of them became useless attacks under the effect of the red light.
Seeing that their long-range attacks were ineffective, the mages rushed over with their melee weapons such as knives and daggers. One of them even took out a flintlock and held it in his hand, intending to shoot a bullet through the high priest's brain at close range.
The chief priest's expression remained unchanged, but it was an elegant and solemn one.
He opened his knife-thin lips and said loudly,
"Those who resist will perish."
The people who were running forward stopped involuntarily at this moment, and their bodies seemed to be out of their control.
Their eyes were filled with fear as they saw the weapons in their hands swinging uncontrollably towards their heads.
"No! I don't want to die!"
The tip of the dagger stopped in front of his eyeball, just a little bit away from piercing his eye socket.
It was not easy to break free from the high priest's mental control. The mage tried hard to move his head away little by little.
"Useless struggle."
The vertical pupil between the high priest's eyebrows closed, and then there was the sound of swords stabbing wildly.
The one holding the flintlock rifle got a refreshing relief, while the others, under the control of the high priest, committed varying degrees of self-mutilation on their bodies, but the outcome was the same.
The bald strong man fell to the ground after being knocked away. He struggled hard and wanted to get up, but it felt like there was a mountain on his back, constantly exerting pressure on his body.
After hundreds of years of accumulation, the high priest's spiritual power has surpassed the limits of human beings and reached an outrageous level.
Not only can it be used to control people's minds and tamper with their memories, it can also be used to control objects.
The huge mountain now exerted on the bald man is the condensed mental power.
The mental force under the control of the high priest was like a hammer, hitting the bald man's back again and again.
The strong shock caused a large number of fractures and internal bleeding. With his body functions declining, the bald strong man could only die with a wry smile and hatred.
After cleaning up the remnants of the Investigation Bureau, the chief pastor turned around.
But the situation made his face change.
The annoying bug, Jobtran, was actually moving around in the encirclement of the evil eye waiters as if he was dancing on the dance floor, and the dagger in his hand took the lives of many of the evil eye waiters.
He regained his mobility by using a knife to untie all the tied-up children before causing a riot, and the children followed him.
Joe Butran is paving the way and clearing a bloody path for the children.
"A bunch of idiots!!!"
The high priest's spiritual power sensed all of this and he was no longer calm, but roared angrily.
In his rage, wherever the high priest went, the heads of the evil eye servants exploded like explosives buried deep inside, splattering blood.
Red and white things were everywhere, and the whole scene became extremely bloody and cruel.
When the last child left the illusion mechanism, Jobtran's wish was fulfilled.
He saw Neil, whom Bertha and Hoover had mentioned. The child was still wearing the family amulet around his neck, making him easy to identify.
The child looked mentally damaged and physically weak, but was still alive.
The high priest behind him was chasing after him at a frantic pace, but Joe Butran had already been injured while trying to break through.
The wound was not fatal. It was a red light shot by the evil-eyed attendant at his own calf before he died.
The red light that penetrated through formed a small hole in the calf, which continued to bleed. Fortunately, the leg artery was not injured, otherwise Jobtran would have been too weak to move due to excessive bleeding.
"Not running away anymore?"
the high priest asked disdainfully.
"I can't run anymore."
Joe Butran spread his hands helplessly.
"We have been planning this for three hundred years, but we didn't expect it to be almost ruined in your hands."
The chief pastor suddenly said.
"Oh? I thought you were going to give me a quick death, what? Now you're chatting about family matters?"
Jobtran asked jokingly, then sat on the ground like a rogue, tore off the sleeves of his clothes and bandaged himself hastily.
"Do you know what we are planning
It is justice, destiny, and the future."
The high priest opened his arms and said proudly,
"Only by eliminating the Investigation Bureau can more people share our faith. Otherwise, you will always regard us as a hostile force."
"Does a whore need to be a saint?"
Jobtran answered nonchalantly, glanced behind the high priest and smiled.
"You have never seen the Holy Light, so how can you understand its greatness?"
The priest's face showed a fanatical expression, and he said excitedly,
“It can create life, transform life, and lead us to true eternity.”
"So, because you are devoted to the Holy Light, you have become this half-human, half-ghost appearance now?"
Jobtran deliberately brought up the subject of the chief priest's conversation and continued the conversation.
"Yes, I am the saint chosen by the Holy Light, and I am the saint walking in the world.
I am both the representative of Holy Light and the incarnation of Holy Light. Only a chosen one like me can promote the power of Holy Light and make the world fear, worship and revere it. "
The high priest raised his head. At this moment, he even felt that the holy light was still watching his every move.
The excitement and long-suppressed emotions in his heart burst out, and the high pastor's voice became louder and louder as he preached.
"Foolish, pathetic, and hateful person.
Has the teachings of Holy Light ever allowed you to massacre innocent people
How has the teachings of the Holy Light ever led you to murder children?"
Jobtran questioned. He had already seen the gray mist behind the high priest slowly condensing from the void.
“It is their honor to sacrifice for the greater good.
Those who block the great cause are blocking the will of the Holy Light. What's the problem with that?"
The high priest replied righteously.
His words were full of fanatical fallacies, and were filled with the sinister intent of using any means necessary to achieve the goal. There was nothing in his words that could convince a rational person.
Joe Butran stood up, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a puff calmly.
"So do you think the Holy Light will bless you?"
"No doubt about it."
The chief priest replied firmly.
"Well... good luck to you."
After saying this, Jobtran ran away because he saw that the Hound of Tindalos behind the high priest had already manifested.
This one is obviously several sizes larger than the last one in the ancient's tomb, and its combat power seems to be stronger than that one.
Although we don't expect the Hound of Tindalos to kill the high priest, it would be enough if it could delay him for some time.
In the projection of the high priest's mental feedback, the hound that suddenly appeared from behind scared the high priest.
It was originally pitch black, but a kind of deathly gray appeared.
The high priest could clearly feel that the creature had vicious murderous intent, and it would not let any living creature leave its slaughterhouse, including itself.
However, the wound that Jobtran had hastily bandaged earlier continued to bleed due to the sudden violent movement. Instead of running towards the exit, he came to the front of the archive room and killed several evil-eye servants who were maintaining the bombardment of the magic circle.
The power of holy light made the archive room's protection utterly unstoppable to him, so he opened the door of the archive room and rushed in.
He picked up the weak Fabia and rushed out.
The high priest roared and controlled his mental strength to block the attack launched by the Hound of Tindalos.
This hound's attack method is very tricky and difficult to deal with. Every time when the high priest uses his mental power to wrap it, it will escape into the void and then come out from an unexpected angle.
The annoying slime, the flexible long tail, the sharp fangs, all kinds of attack methods were textbook-like and attacked the most threatening high priest present.
It is like a mature and experienced hunter. After a successful attack, it will never be greedy, but will look for a second opportunity to continue the attack.
The high priest was always used to using his mental power to crush his opponent in a simple and rough manner, but the Hound of Tindalos in front of him was as slippery as an elusive loach.
The High Priest's actions were restrained by the Hounds of Tindalos, giving Jobtran a chance to escape.
The high priest watched helplessly as Jobtran ran out of the door holding Fabia in his arms, and only had time to leave a spiritual mark on Jobtran's body.
After rushing out of the door, Joet Brown found his horse tied to a tree. The horse was so frightened that it kept crowing.
Because the sky was already black, endless volcanic ash fell to the ground like snowflakes.
The high-temperature lava has quietly and silently approached the White-headed Old Man Peak.
Jobtran first took off his shirt, tied the weak Fabia to the horse's back, and then climbed onto the horse himself.
"Why are you here?"
Fabia asked softly.
“Just passing by.”