Extraordinary Voyage Chapter 153: Holy Gun Durandal
Under the thick blood of unknown.
In the most prosperous city center in "Newin Harbor", stands a gorgeous cathedral. The base is white marble, the towering spires are exquisite pillars, and there are tens of thousands of famous sculptures. They are extremely luxurious and noble without losing the majesty and solemnity. It is the sanctuary of the "Goddess of Kingship and Navigation", the "Nyin Cathedral" here. .
Even this city that has not really risen for many years is named after this church. It is conceivable that this church, which was established even before the harbour, has such an influence here!
But at this moment, the solemn and solemn Newin Cathedral in the past, under the exquisitely shaped towering spire, unexpectedly panicked shouts:
"Quick! Quick! Quick! Start surgery!"
In the rotunda surrounded by mythological frescoes, a group of at least hundreds of clergymen wearing black robes, uniformly holding a black pig iron cross with an anchor point at the lower end, surround the raised dome in the middle of the hall. Standing to form a perfect circle.
Everyone was praying silently, silent.
Suddenly heard the shout of the middle-aged priest who came in the door. The black-robed priests who had prepared for a long time seemed to have a sharp heart. They didn't need any words, and they all began to chant the words of the goddess!
At this time, everyone's different tones are merged into one, turning into the same sound. This low buzzing sound carrying a certain mysterious power is continuously amplified, echoed, and amplified by the circular dome.
At the top of the spire of the building, on a tall black iron cross, milky white aura gradually began to overflow. As the priests continued to chant, the milky white aura became stronger, and then spread instantly like water waves. go out.
gradually spread throughout the city...
【Divine Art·Quiet Sleep! 】
As the "ghost ship" and the "dead soul box" and "murder ghosts" on it were blown up and destroyed, the "rogues" that caused the turmoil have all lost all sources of power.
The "rogues" who have not undergone distortion fall on the spot without knowing their life or death, and those who have undergone distortion will directly turn into blood mist and disappear completely in the air.
Soon, only the citizens who survived the panic in the city were hiding in their homes shivering, and a few of the bolder ones probed their heads and carefully checked the movement on the street.
When the milky white magical ripples released by the cathedral passed by, the citizens who were awakened by the large-scale turmoil at night reproduced heavy sleepiness. Ordinary people fell to the ground and fell asleep without even the slightest resistance.
噗通.. 噗通...
In the city, there is a sound of falling to the ground. As for whether they will catch a cold tomorrow or whether they will wake up, no one cares anymore.
Because the real disaster has come.
God can’t look directly at it!
This is the first taboo that every extraordinary person is told after setting foot on the extraordinary.
Personality, mystery, and the conceptual information carried by the gods themselves, unintentionally leaking can instantly crush a human’s fragile mind and soul, and will be "polluted" from the mind to the body.
This is also the reason why the church saw that the situation was irreversibly bad and immediately let all citizens fall asleep.
Although the methods are simple and rude, they are very effective at this time.
"Your Excellency?" The middle-aged priest who stood at the door breathed a sigh of relief after the magical arts took effect, and bowed to a thin old man standing outside the door for instructions.
In this world, both the Orthodox Church and the Cthulhu Church have the same level of clergy.
Pope (also known as the Patriarch, usually the summit of the fourth order), Bishop (usually the third order, the level of the archbishop is equivalent to the fourth order extraordinary), the patriarch (usually the second order official extraordinary, the grand master of the third order) , Priest (equivalent to a first-order apprentice).
Their way is called "Priests"!
Because of being attached to the gods, this road is safe, stable and very powerful. As long as the almost eternal gods do not have any problems, they will always hold the thickest thighs in the world.
But the identity of the so-called "priest" is difficult to be recognized by the transcendents.
In the final analysis, everything they have comes from divine grace. Their mortal nature has never changed. If one day loses the favor of the gods, everything they once possessed will be instantly lost, even if they were once the noble pope. Will also fall into dust.
However, despite this, the bishop who appeared at the door at this time was already an upper-level power in the church, even if he counted over the churches in the entire Kingdom of Falitis, there were not many.
"The situation has not deteriorated to the most serious point. What ran out was really just a projection."
also did not dare to look up at the sky, but only used a certain detection spell with the help of the goddess power to observe the movement of Cthulhu, the old bishop Benedit. At this time, he saw the reality of the "Cthulhu" and his nerves were tense. Slightly loosened.
"Please take out the Holy Gun Durandal!"
Hearing the instructions of the old bishop, the priests gathered under the dome seemed to have the backbone, and they became busy with their duties.
.......
"Oh ha ha ha, this is the taste of freedom! Aha, betrayal, jealousy, sorrow, despair...! What a wonderful emotion, this is the best seasoning for a gorgeous opera!"
is in the same line as the "Dead Soul Box" in the aria, the evil **** Purcell, dressed as an opera actor, dances in mid-air, without the majesty of a **** in the imagination of mortals.
"Ah! Sorry everyone. I didn't notice that so many viewers came to welcome me. I was so happy! Oh ha ha ha..."
It seems that he just noticed the three remaining warships on the sea and the legendary battleship "Steam Fortress". He exaggeratedly bowed and apologized in all directions, as if he was really full of spectators.
"Aha! And this city, the noisy crowd, and the prosperous land are just the stage I need!"
But no one can see his actions no matter how ostentatious they are.
Because as early as hearing the crackling sound of the seal cracking, under the command of the commander, everyone had bowed their heads and closed their eyes, lying on the ground for fear of seeing the horror that could not be seen directly.
The only person on the scene who dared to detect the evil **** Percell by certain means is probably only Princeton, a third-order high-level wizard.
If the fallen **** of opera descends, he will definitely run as far as possible, but it's just a mere projection, as long as it doesn't reveal the form of mythology, it won't make him powerless to fight back.
"Sure enough, although the seal was temporarily unblocked, it was weakened by layers in the early stage. Even if the power accumulated by the "killer ghost" in seven days plus the blood sacrificed Vack Wells, he could only transmit limited power. ."
Standing on the bow of the giant steel ship, Princeton still looks straight, as if even the gods can’t make him bend down. The old **** was there, and he was even in the mood to comment on the Cthulhu projection product.
After bowed to all sides and apologized, Cthulhu didn’t care about the “cold reaction” audience at all, and chanted to himself:
"To thank you all for joining this grand show, please allow me to personally call you a curtain call!
curtain call performance: the single opera "Death Poetry"! "
"Ah——!
History is watching me,
let me tell you,
Things I didn’t know when I was young and vigorous:
You can’t control
Who is born, who dies, who tells your story.
......"
The chanting sound clearly penetrated into the ears of the sailors, still the grandiose accent like an opera performer, but the emotions of the performer were added to it, the feelings of the gods!
frantic, cold, tyrannical, killing...
Every character is like a ghost crawling out of the abyss of hell~IndoMTL.com~ dragging the souls of the listeners to **** little by little.
chants covered this sea area and spread farther towards Newin Harbor. No matter what the effect of this lyrics is, if it is not curbed, "Newin Harbor" will soon become a dead city!
"Close your ears, don't listen!"
The fleet commander closed his eyes and covered his ears, and shouted desperately. This kind of attack by a god, even if it was just a projection, was far beyond the ability of an ordinary person or even a low-level transcendent.
But his reminder didn't help the sailors, how could the attack of the gods be so easy to resist?
"Ah--"
bang!
As soon as the commander’s voice fell, a sailor on the deck suddenly raised a gun and shot through his head.
"Ah! My eyes!" Someone reached out and dug out their own eyes like a magic barrier, and then later realized they hugged their heads and wailed.
Some people plan to pierce their eardrums with a sharp dagger, but they use too much force to pierce their brains together!
At this time, even Princeton couldn't keep calm, frowning and looking in the direction of the city: "Why hasn't the church moved yet?"
as if responding to his thoughts.
At this time, at the center of the city towards the port, a pure and holy white light suddenly lit up!