Throne of Magical Arcana

Inside the dim underground palace, the pillars of light mixed with flames continued to strike, and the deep darkness melted as quickly as the first snow met the sun, all kinds of strange worms stiffened and petrified, and the evil shadows uttered a tragic cry.

A glimmer of light flashed, and a priest floating in the air suddenly fell downwards, as if dragged by his ankle, and the defense layer on his body did not have any effect, so most of the magic spells stopped abruptly. .

Before they could react in the future, they saw a magnificent middle-aged blond man holding out his right hand with his five fingers separated, a small eye protruding from each finger, and a large yellow-brown eye mixed with blood on his palm. .

The twenty-five weird little eyes have different colors and emit different rays, but the tan giant eyes glow with a gleam, making everyone feel heavy, and it seems that the gravity here has become a lot greater.

The green, light blue and other different rays hit those black robe priests, making them slow, paralyzed, petrified, or directly turned into countless light spots, instantly turning the previous priest, bishop, paladin, ordinary night watchman The unsolvable strong enemy was completely suppressed, and it seemed that victory would soon be achieved.

Some cultists shouted in panic, they have never encountered such a strange and powerful enemy!

"Large, what about the high priest?"

"Don't the high priest stop him?"

At the critical moment, they thought of their own leader, the supreme "after chaos" voters, wasn't he just fighting this majestic middle-aged man?

The middle-aged man in a white full-body robe heard their call and stepped up the attack. On the face and on the other hand, a pair of small eyes with different colors, small eyes of different colors, hit or A defensive or offensive ray, humming coldly: "Only a cult priest of the seventh rank can stop me? I have killed twenty or thirty priests better than him."

what? After confirming the death of the high priest, the spiritual defense of these cultists and priests suddenly fell. They even forgot to ask for strength after "chaos." A ray of light hit them. They were panicked and soon lost their combat power. And the Paladins caught and killed, none of them missed the net.

"Hum, there are so many inexplicable cults that have emerged recently, and the root must be found!" The majestic middle-aged man closed his creepy eyes on his face and hands, and saw no trace.

A night watchman gratefully said: "Thanks to you for being nearby this time, otherwise, we are likely to be escaped by the" after chaos "priests."

Actually, it's not just a matter of escape, it will definitely be destroyed. Fortunately, the night watchman's third "eye of glory", Wincher, traced from another clue to avoid such terrible consequences.

"I'm responsible for dealing with the cultists, and it's my duty to deal with them." Wincher nodded softly. "You search in groups and don't miss any cultists."

"Yes, sir." The Captain of the Night Watch replied respectfully.

Winchell paced in this hall, looking at the chaotic altars carved with female and male nudes, looking for clues to investigate.

Looking at the grand but old-fashioned underground palace, looking at the dim but inverted environment with a corpse, looking at the ancient stone gates and a stone room, Wincher was inexplicably indifferent to this scene. Too many times, whether it is a previous adventure or the cultist's action to clear the cult after entering the vigil team, it is inevitable to deal with underground palaces, battles, secret rooms, hidden secrets, etc.

"The **** ancient wizards always like to dig holes in the ground ..." Wincher cursed.

Suddenly, with a sudden movement in his heart, his eyes became like rubies, firing two rays, directly smashing a nearby wall, revealing the hidden door inside.

He was too late to say hello to other clergymen, flew directly into the narrow passage, and quickly chased away.

After limping around a curve, a horrified cultist appeared in front of Winchel, who were entering a secret room in turn.

Hum, Winchel sneered, trying to escape from me?

Dense eyes opened again, one by one, the cultists fell to the ground, Winchel burst into the back room, kept on advancing, and chased after the enemy at the front. Those who lost their combat power naturally had follow-up clergymen to deal with it.

In the chase, the cultists in front of him gradually became scarce, and then he could no longer see one, but Winchel did not stop. His intuition told him that there was still a big fish in front of him, the same big fish as the "elector".

Bang, a patterned stone gate was smashed by the rays, Winchel stepped into the deepest chamber and watched vigilantly, but there was only a statue of "after chaos" holding a burning flame, and there was no other evil Religious.

How come there isn't? Winchel looked around in a stunned glance. As a golden knight, even though he was more inclined to cast, he was very confident in his intuition.

Suddenly, a cool wind blew through, and the Golden Knight, Winchel, couldn't help shivering, and for the first time tonight, a dangerous premonition rose.

This premonition is not so strong. Winchel did not run away immediately, but fired a defensive beam, leaving himself surrounded by "copper walls and iron walls".

Looking around, Winchel only saw lifeless walls, silent empty rooms, ordinary rough statues, and found no dangerous source.

However, this cold and innocent feeling made him hairy, and he couldn't help taking a few steps backwards. At this moment, the flame held by the statue after "chaos" suddenly rose high, burning, and giggling. sound.

At this moment, Wincher intuitively felt the unspeakable danger, hundreds or even thousands of times stronger than before. Even his night watchman, who often wandered on the edge of danger, could not help shaking slightly. I understand a lot of things. Before I had a strong sense of danger, I was obviously artificially disturbed. But being able to interfere with my intuition so effectively is definitely not something I can counter, just like the priest just faced himself.

In a slight trembling, Winchel's strong will helped him stabilize his emotions, and his rich experience made him see the problems. Such an existence stares at himself and locks his position. If he wants to kill himself, It was easy, but he spent more energy to lure himself out of the team and into the back room, obviously with other purposes.

"Who?" He asked tentatively, and there was a dirty liquid in his eyes.

团 The flame was raised into a human form, and the voice was old and hoarsely, "It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is what I can give you."

"Hum, I am the Lord's dark guard, and would rather die than trade with the devil." Winchell basically ruled out the possibility of demons from this methodical word.

In the empty secret room, the flames of laughter stirred up echoes: "If it is to bring you closer to your Lord, to better serve him?"

"What do you mean?" Winchel felt inexplicably ridiculous, and had solemnity and doubt from the heart.

That flame of flame became serious: "Don't you think it's weird? The same is the **** of truth. Devout believers and guards. Pastors, bishops, monks, and some paladins can get the gods he grants. The night watchman of birth can only rely on his own bloodline to fight. Similarly, most of the Paladin ’s divinity is far weaker than the priests of the same level. Why? Why the fair and selfless God of truth is treated so unfairly? Your own guard? "

"Nonsense! We are in the original sin, and only through selfless dedication can we regain the Lord's gift!" Wincher's anger seemed a bit unreal.

"Really?" The flame laughed, "How much dedication have you made for the God of Truth, aside from granting divine magic, at least raise your knight level?"

As Winchel prepared to retort again in anger, the flame continued: "All of this has nothing to do with the God of truth, because the Pope he gave you was intercepted by the members of the Cardinals, and he is currently sleeping, Unable to know. "

"What?" It was not the Lord's cause, Wincher was not so "angered".

"You can look at this information, this is the prize given by the God of Truth, and you deserve it." A word popped above the flame, forming an article full of obscure symbols.

Winchell is preventing the temptation of the "devil", but his inner doubts let him look at the article, anyway, he will not betray the church! This is my position!

As soon as he saw these things, his eyes couldn't move and he was completely attracted.

"This ..." He trembled and shook his head with a little excitement.

"As the supreme god, why does the God of Truth force the spread of faith? Is he necessary? Because the power of faith is to reward you pious guards, let you use it to temper yourself and get closer to him, but this It was completely intercepted by the Pope and the members of the Cardinals, without leaving you a point. Do you understand why they are so powerful? "The sound of the flame became soft, and every word seemed to tremble Wincher.

"I don't believe it." He shook his head sharply, but asked paradoxically, "Such an important method, how can you just show it to me directly?"

The method of "stealing" and using the power of faith has been deeply engraved in his mind.

"Since you asked it in good faith, I will tell you frankly that I am the incarnation of fairness, and I can't see this kind of injustice." The flame laughed, and then continued in Wincher's disbelieving eyes He said, "I will ask you occasionally for information, rest assured that no one will doubt you. I also have other sources of information, such as many cardinals."

主 Cardinal? Winchel's pupils shrunk sharply. Over the past few hundred years, due to the special heart of faith, there has never been a cardinal-level spy inside the church-this mainly refers to the outside, the churches of the north and the south There are many traitors at the bishop level.

Is he from the northern church?

"With this method, are you still afraid that your faith will be shaken? So ~ www.readwn.com ~ Don't guess who I am, just remember my code, the red buryer." The flame gradually extinguished.

Winchell stood in place, looking at the empty room, and for a long time, he just felt that he had a strange dream, and at no cost did he get a very precious and extremely useful method?

Uh ...

In the "Real Secret", Lucian smiled at Douglas: "Virken secretly announced a god-like method and tried to make many legendary strongmen fight with each other. Then we use the same method to let how to steal and use the power of faith. Secrets circulated among some cardinals, stealing the power of faith layer by layer, making the missionary foundations of the churches in the south equally chaotic. After all, spreading faith is no better than our magician studying arcane and exploring the world. They can act alone. They must With layers of organization, this is something Viken can't avoid, unless he can project a seed into every clergyman. "

"If I wasn't worried about Viken's discovery, I would like to use the Voice of the Mystery to directly announce the method of stealing the power of faith.

"If Viken knows your" use method "for such a precious method, his face will be very wonderful." Douglas laughed, after all, who can think of someone who will spread this method, and there are not enough competitors? Only Lucien and himself, such as the Arcanist who hadn't thought of this path, could make such a bold move.

Balussian spread his hand: "Perhaps he would call me mad."

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