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Chapter 145: Puzzle and the Evil God
Chapter 145: Puzzle and the Evil God
How long has it been since I last saw Kana and the others?
At most, it may take a year.
But this is only one year.
why?
Why has the strength of these people grown to such a level now?
Incomprehensible.
A paladin not far away chopped down a cultist with his sword. The cultist's body began to emit a faint smell of smoke. The paladin's blade was wrapped in holy light, which had a strong restraining effect on these cultists.
However, after the sword was chopped down, the paladin seemed unable to hold on any longer. He stuck the sword in his hand to the ground, gasping for breath.
He really can't do it anymore.
"Oh?! Is that all?" A rough voice came from the side.
A dwarf wielding a warhammer came down with a hammer that was filled with a strong fighting spirit.
With one hammer, he smashed a modified, overblown zombie away.
He knocked him and the other two cultists who were rushing towards him from behind into a ball.
"You guys, what's going on? Don't you even take a breath?" the paladin asked, panting.
He had already felt tired more than ten minutes ago.
But the fighting posture of the Night's Watchmen around him was so brave that he had to hold on.
Otherwise it would bring shame to the Church of Holy Light.
After those ten minutes or so, he was too tired to swing his sword anymore.
However, these night watchmen fought without any sign of stopping or exhaustion.
"Haha, you're talking about this - get out of here, don't disturb me when I'm talking!" As the dwarf spoke, he directly smashed a zombie that pounced on him with a hammer, sending it flying.
But this time he didn't use any skills.
Because he found that his magic power was almost exhausted.
"Very impressive, isn't it?" The Saint stood beside Anita, watching the battle in front of her.
Hearing this, Anita nodded involuntarily: "I've seen people like this who seem to have endless energy, but...but why are they so strong?
A year ago, those people couldn't even use their magic power, let alone use it as skillfully as they do now."
"Is that so..." the saint murmured.
She had thought that the Night's Watch in front of her had always been this powerful. After all, they had to have some strength to gain a foothold in the Eastern Wilds.
"These cultists are endless. If we continue fighting like this, we will never be able to enter the city. I don't know the current situation in the city." A paladin said while panting.
The battle at this point had nothing to do with the church's paladins, as their physical strength had been depleted too much in the high-intensity battle.
If you continue to force yourself to fight, you will only hurt yourself and others and become a burden.
Blake, who was not far away, killed two cultists with one sword and watched the experience increase.
It is certain that these are real cultists.
He looked towards the distant city wall. "Attack! Quickly wipe out the surrounding enemies! We must at least see what's happening inside that city!"
The city has been trapped, and Blake doesn't think they have the ability to save the fallen city.
But at least, we need to know more about the situation before Kana and the others come.
There has been no peace since they arrived.
The cultists kept attacking them, and until now they had not gotten close to the city and had not even had a rest.
"What a surprise... Blake."
A hoarse voice came from the front.
When Blake heard the voice, he immediately frowned and tightened his sword. He couldn't tell who the enemy was from the voice, but the enemy knew his name.
My brain was working rapidly, and I immediately thought of only one possibility.
These cultists were undoubtedly vampires, and obviously, they were people he had known before.
"Hey!"
A chirp.
A huge figure fell from the sky, raising a large amount of smoke and dust when it landed.
It's a giant bat that can be used as a mount.
"Vampires, are there any bats like this?" The saint frowned as she looked at the bat.
This means that the vampires attacking the fortress on the front line are still hiding their strength, otherwise we wouldn’t have seen a single one.
A slightly slender figure jumped down from the back of the giant bat.
He has the pale skin color unique to vampires, so pale that it is almost bluish, like a cold corpse.
"You've come at the wrong time. My God's gaze is upon you. Kneel down and pray. Become my God's believer."
Blake looked at the guy in front of him who was dressed as a tailor and really couldn't remember who he was.
"Don't you know me? That's normal."
As soon as he said this, Blake suddenly remembered who he was. Before the blood disaster broke out, there were still several tailors in the earldom.
They are all standard equipment for members of the royal family. Before the Earl completely rebelled, he was a member of the royal family and knew everything. Naturally, he also had a tailor assigned to him.
But after the crisis arose, the count killed these tailors without hesitation.
"I know you, but shouldn't you be dead?" Blake frowned.
Because when these tailors were being cleared out, he was one of them, following his father and taking orders from the count.
He saw with his own eyes that the tailor, while still covered in human skin, was beheaded by his own father with a sword.
Even if they are vampires, they should not be allowed to live after their heads are chopped off.
"Haha, look at your eyes. You must be thinking, my head has been chopped off, why am I still alive?"
As the vampire spoke, his face, which was originally stiff, suddenly flashed with extreme fanaticism.
"Of course it was my God. He gave me strength and resurrected me, allowing me to crawl out from the shadow of death and take revenge on you damn guys!"
As he spoke, the tailor swung his hand violently in the direction of Blake.
Several attacks composed of blood flew directly towards him.
The sword blade flew twice and blocked it directly, but one of the attacks suddenly exploded, and the blood turned into a powdery substance, splashing around Chao.
One of the drops fell on Blake's face, immediately corroding a small pit on his face, and a pustule appeared on his cheek.
"shield!"
Popot waved his hand from a distance, and a layer of magic shield was put on Blake.
An arrow flew over at such a fast speed that the opponent didn't even notice it, and it went straight through his thigh.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Blake rushed forward and swung the sword in his hand with holy light on it.
The power of the holy light combined with the attack of the sword directly chopped the enemy away with one blow.
"Plague!" The tailor who was struck and flew away shouted loudly, and in an instant, his hands exploded.
The attack exploded, rushing towards Black without hesitation.
"Block!"
The large-scale impact caused by the explosion rushed directly towards Blake, but he actually blocked the attack.
"impossible!"
The tailor, who had been knocked flying and rolled to the ground, could only stand up on one leg and half-kneel, stared at the scene with wide eyes, his tone full of disbelief.
How could an attack like that just now be blocked?
Hidden within the explosion was a disease-infected poison attack, but the block caused the attack to land elsewhere.
He looked at a foul-smelling pit that was emitting smoke not far from Blake's feet.
Even the magic shield was still on Blake this time. If it was just to block ordinary attacks, it wouldn't be worthy of being a skill.
"Ahhhh! I will return to the Father's arms!"
The enemy suddenly roared, and the skin and muscles all over his body rolled down as if they were melting, even his skeleton disappeared.
Everyone was drawn over and watched him melt into a pool of rotten flesh at an extremely fast speed.
The rotten flesh emitted a strong stench that began to spread around.
"vomit!"
A pastor smelled the odor and suddenly couldn't help but vomited violently.
"Ugh!"
Another knight was hit.
"Stay away! Cover your mouth and nose and don't breathe!" Popot shouted loudly.
When Getari and other dwarves smelled the odor, they covered their noses as if it were a conditioned reflex.
They are so familiar.
The saint also noticed something wrong with the smell, and quickly covered her mouth and nose and jumped back.
However, several soldiers were too late, and the priests and knights, stimulated by the sudden stench, had already vomited.
"Your face!" A priest looked at his companion who had just vomited and shouted a warning.
At this time, pustules had appeared on the pastor's face, with a dark green color, as if he had been infected by some plague.
"May the Holy Light clear away your illness!" The priest reminded him and used the power of the Holy Light without hesitation.
The purifying power of holy light flowed into the priest's body.
Three of the pustules on the priest's face burst immediately, and foul-smelling pus emanated from his face. He hurriedly wiped it with his clothes.
Some foul-smelling poisonous blood gushed out of the burst skin, but at least these wounds seemed to have been purified.
However, there were still two pustules stubbornly remaining on his face, and even after another purification, it was still useless.
"boom!"
The body of a cultist exploded at this moment.
The dwarves and paladins around were completely unprepared for this situation, and the exploding juice and minced meat fell on them.
"Retreat!" Blake also shouted loudly.
They also followed behind.
Just managed to avoid the explosion of several more bodies.
The entire area was filled with a stench that made people want to vomit.
"Plague Lord, these are his followers, but...this shouldn't be the case."
Popot covered his mouth and nose and shrank back.
The reason why he was so surprised was that several cultists, or rather several more powerful cultists, had just displayed the power of the [Bone Skull Lord].
Why is there such a situation?
Could it be possible that the two evil gods could join forces?
Such thoughts made Popot break out in a cold sweat.
The biggest problem is that they have dealt with the invasions of these two evil gods before, so they can be considered to have a grudge against each other.
When the saint heard Popot call her that, her eyes widened.
She recalled the information she had received from her conversation with the bishop just a few months earlier.
It is said that a new evil god and his followers have been discovered, named [Plague Lord].
Didn’t you expect to see the power of the new evil god in this place?
She quickly came to the side of an infected priest.
"Saint..."
"Don't move, let me see your injuries."
As he spoke, the power of holy light emanating from his hands poured into the priest's body.
It took a long time before the two stubborn pustules on his face were removed, and the remaining wounds were also healed.
But the Saint Fell frowned, clearly not feeling happy. "It's a new evil god's power, one I haven't seen before. I can only force it to be purified."
She used holy light to forcibly purify. If the other party was not a priest or did not have the power of holy light in his body, this purification method alone would be enough to kill the patient.
There was no way. They had no idea about the new evil god and no targeted purification methods.
"Eliminate the source, this is the easiest way!" Popot turned around and shouted loudly in the direction of the saint.
The problem is that the enemy has turned into a pile of rotten meat, and it is unknown whether he is dead or alive, and whether the source of power comes from him.
"Holy Fire, clear!"
The saint sang loudly, and the sacred golden flame, which was a flame made of holy light, fell from the sky.
It fell on the rotten flesh and burned, and a lot of black smoke rose up along with the burning.
As the mass of rotten flesh died, the stench around it eased a lot.
But the pustules on the faces of the affected paladins and priests did not disappear.
"How did you do it? Why weren't the Night's Watch affected?" The saint looked at Popot and then at several dwarves who were stained by the pus from the explosion.
The Paladin's face was also contaminated by pus, and pustules appeared on his face, as if he had been poisoned.
But the dwarves' appearance did not change.
"It has been affected, but it will go away after a while." Eric said silently beside him.
Perhaps because he was a bit unlucky, he was also contaminated by pus when the explosion occurred.
This is not the first time he has been affected, but this time he has become a night watchman.
[Plague Poison: You are invaded by the toxins of the strange plague, and your health continues to decrease until 5 points are lost. During this period, your Constitution and Agility decrease by -1.]
Eric took a look and saw that he had lost three points of health, which meant that it would not take long to recover.
The saint looked at Eric and the dwarves who were also stained with pus.
She could feel that perhaps the vitality of these dwarves had decreased, but compared with the impact on the knights and priests on her side, it could be described as negligible.
How is this done?
"We are the Night's Watch. We have taken an oath and accepted the watchful eye of the world. We will have extra resistance to the influence of the evil god." Popot explained to the puzzled saint.
But her explanation was not wrong. Both the power of blessing and the existence of the oath were bound to the world.
Therefore, it is very normal to resist the power of evil gods, or to be more precise, the power of invaders.
After all, it is a world that is being invaded. If there is no advantage in fighting on the homeland, then what is the difference between that and being completely invaded?
Not to mention that now there are only sporadic invasions by evil gods, and the world still has enough power to provide certain protection.
"Fight for the world?" the saint murmured.
Anita frowned beside them. They were from the Church of Holy Light and were also fighting for the world. Why didn't they have such resistance?
"Now is not the time to dawdle. When we dwarves were infected with this plague before, problems quickly arose, and it also affected other healthy people around us.
We are dwarves, and we are naturally resistant to curses and magic. We should quickly find a way to eliminate the source, otherwise it will be very difficult to deal with it."
Getari, who had experienced this, reminded from the side.
"You're right. Let's take a rest and then we'll go into the city and take a look." The saint nodded.
Blake looked at George and said, "Take a few rangers and go over there to gather intelligence. Remember to be cautious."
George nodded and took a few halfling rangers into the shadows under the moonlight.
Gradually approaching the city.
(End of this chapter)
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