After leaving the cemetery for a period of rest and emergency treatment, Clement rushed to the hiding place of the next witch. Although the injuries on his face have not healed yet, there are still some blood stains left after being beaten. and bruises, but this did not affect his subsequent fight.
Da da da.
There was a crisp sound as his boots stepped on the floor. Clement was walking in the dust in a dark and gloomy corridor. The tail of his slim clergyman's attire fluttered gently with the steps he took, hanging on the The paintings on the walls of the corridor were constantly being left behind as he moved forward. Although each of the paintings on the wall was lifelike, it could be seen from the exquisite and delicate painting techniques and the rather particular use of colors that they were painted by masters. hands, but what is depicted in each painting makes people feel intense discomfort.
Because the scenes depicted in the paintings on the wall are all tragedies without exception, and the emotions to be expressed in the paintings are without exception the pain that normal people would feel due to physical discomfort.
The peasant woman who stared at death on the gallows; the farmer who was murdered by his brother-in-law; the lovers who were supposed to stay together forever ended up becoming strangers; the upright men who built bridges and roads died on the roadside, and their bodies were eaten by wild dogs;
Each painting explains a different tragedy, and they all seem to reflect the witch barrier owner's morbid obsession with tragedy and pain, as well as his twisted desire to trample all good things.
Clement has never cared about these paintings. He doesn't care what kind of person the witch he wants to kill is, and he has no interest in understanding the reasons and reasons behind her becoming like this, because for him, elimination is the A heresy of witchcraft, the meaning of his existence is to save more people for the Lord he believes in.
He walked alone in the long corridor that could never see the end. With every step he took, the darkness in front of him that was so thick that it could not be dissolved would take a step back, while the darkness behind him would take another step forward. As he walked, the tragic paintings around Clement changed one after another, but this corridor never meant to come to an end, and he never meant to stop, always maintaining a fixed pace. He advanced towards the front of the corridor at a fixed step distance and a fixed speed.
Perhaps it was because the witch who was observing in secret had run out of patience, or maybe it was because Clement's hushed forward behavior really had an effect. After advancing for dozens of minutes in this extremely depressing, almost ascetic atmosphere, The witch hidden deep in the barrier finally spoke.
It seems that I guessed right. You were the first one to find me.
The sound echoed from all directions and reflected back and forth in the corridor, making it difficult to tell where the sound came from, but Clement always maintained his expressionless look: Sinful soul, as the Lord, I Your agent on earth has come to purify you.
Purify? Hahahahaha! The witch hidden behind the scenes laughed loudly as if she had heard something ridiculous. After a long time, he slowly stopped laughing. His tone was full of ridicule and provocation. You should know what kind of extraordinary creature the witch is, right? As long as there are fewer witches, the power they can share will be stronger. Before you came, I had already absorbed the life and power of many witches. Plus the useless witch just now, now there are only The next two witches are here, do you understand what this means?
As the voice spoke, the wall of the gallery became like the esophagus of some kind of creature. It began to swell and squirm and squeeze towards Clement. At the same time, the originally hard and solid ground under his feet became soft, as if he had stepped on something. The soft flesh made people feel very disgusting, and at the same time, the feet were stuck in it and they couldn't exert any strength, making it difficult to extricate themselves.
However, faced with such a sudden change and the walls that were squeezing towards him from all directions, Clement briefly and quickly completed the chanting of the church's magic and the control of spiritual frequency, and slowly closed his eyes: Miracle is going to bright!
Infinite light burst out in an instant with Clement as the center. Although this light was just a reappearance of singing about the great deeds of the old gods, the power contained in the light of creation was genuine, even if it was only a miracle. One-thousandth or even one-hundredth of a hundred thousand of them is powerful enough to crush them. Those biological walls full of blasphemous and evil auras are under the burst of light and heat, like Snow dissolves as quickly as the scorching sun, and the rays of light
There were countless shrill and shrill screams. ..
If we want to say which of the eight miracles in the church is the most practical and widely used, then the function of the basic miracle of light is undoubtedly the richest among all miracles. It can be used as a means to break illusions, and also It can be used directly to fight evil forces and creatures, it can be used as a flash bomb to blind the enemy's eyes, or it can be used to light a lamp in a dark place.
Of course, if the latter two items are caught by other agents, it will definitely end up being burned on a rack as a barbecue. Apart from this blasphemous use, in fact, having the miracle of light can be regarded as a common method for church agents to deal with various situations. To solve the problem of indecision, one of the first hands must have light. Whether it can have miraculous effects is another matter. Anyway, if you use a large-scale AOE, the illusion will definitely be able to solve it for you, and it can also eliminate a large area of different levels including the innocent souls. What a tall evil creature
Of course, this also includes the familiars under the witch.
Those high-pitched screams were caused by the familiars hiding around them, but as mentioned before, this miracle can only deal with evil forces and creatures that are not that high level.
The brightness of the light bulb was good. In the endless burst of light, the witch's voice was ethereal and unreal, but it still seemed full of sarcasm: But do you think I and that useless witch are opponents of the same level!
A black shadow penetrated the light that erupted with Clement as the center, and hit him hard on the chest. The huge force directly broke several ribs, and sent him flying backwards to the back of the corridor!
Clement coughed out a mouthful of blood after suffering a heavy blow to his chest. The broken ribs pierced his internal organs. The severe pain forced him out of the spiritual frequency of singing miracles. Before he could stabilize himself in the air, he flew upside down. With the sound of breaking through the air, another attack like a truck hit his back, and it was like hitting a ball, pushing him forward again.
The world was spinning and he was dizzy. Clement felt like a ping-pong ball being hit several times by heavy blows from unknown sources. The bones and internal organs in his body were ravaged by the heavy blows time and time again. What's even more frightening is that the intensity of each attack by the opponent is very precise. It will not be so strong that it will crush him to pieces like being hit by a speeding truck, nor will it hit him too hard. Give him some room to breathe and fight back.
This posture of ease is like a cat playing tricks on its prey.
Does the agent from the church only have this strength? Poor, weak, poor and weak! Even a scum like you wants to purify me? The witch's taunts echoed in Clement's ears along with attacks one after another, trying to destroy his will, but Clement never spoke. As time slowly passed, he seemed to have really turned into a ball. He was like a ball. He closed his eyes tightly as if he was unconscious and allowed himself to be beaten around. He did not dodge or struggle, nor did he try to fight back against the witch.
However, this time, when Clement was knocked away again and his body flew forward uncontrollably, things took place in some changes that were beyond the witch's expectation.
boom!
The racket that was supposed to intercept Clement as a ball and hit it back did not appear. A cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded in the air. Without the original interception of the attack, Clement's body rushed forward like a cannonball. Entering the darkness of the corridor, at the same time, the priest, whose face was covered in blood and looked like a seriously injured car accident victim, finally showed a happy smile on his face.
The commandments are the same as revenge.
Are you still unwilling to give up looking for opportunities in that state? The witch's somewhat unexpected voice came from the dense darkness in front of the corridor, which was as ink-like as ink. He didn't understand what the priest had done at that moment to avoid the attack, but he saw Clement stepping hard. As the ground beneath her feet accelerated further towards the darkness in front of the corridor, the witch's voice quickly turned from surprise to contempt, eh? After finally seizing the opportunity, instead of taking the opportunity to escape, did you take the initiative to approach me?
Clement endured the pain all over his body and coldly wiped the blood on his face. He used the thrust from the previous impact to step on the soft ground, maintaining a high speed. He spoke with a cold look and a cold look: If you don't get close, you won't be able to purify evil.
snort! Then let me see how capable you are! The witch returns
He let out a disdainful sneer. With his laughter, the biologicalized corridor space began to squirm again. Countless squirming tendrils and tentacles separated from the wall. The painful figures in the painting also cried and struggled to escape from the wall. In the painting, hands are stretched out to try to block Clement's progress.
Although you didn't take any chances in order to be able to play longer, your current physical condition can't last much longer, right? How much longer can you run?
The tendrils, tentacles, and those painful hands intertwined and tried to catch Clement, but they were all dodged or stepped heavily under his feet as he moved forward quickly. After realizing that he could not catch this little bug with speed alone, , the corridor that turned into a living creature changed its strategy. The tendrils, tentacles, and arms in the painting began to form a surrounding network of layers of obstruction. As the walls tightened and squirmed, they gathered together, like a flower that was closing. Clement, who was moving at high speed, was permanently locked in the corridor.
You can't escape now!
In fact, this strategy was indeed successful. Clement's way forward was blocked. The area nearly a hundred meters in front of him had turned into a wall of flesh intertwined with tentacles, tendrils and pale arms. , but the priest had no intention of slowing down at all. He rushed towards the twisted wall of flesh that was about to tear him into pieces with an indomitable momentum. At the same time, he raised his right hand high and was about to hit the wall of flesh. Before those tentacles, tendrils and pale arms were eaten separately, he aimed his right hand at the wall in front of him and cut straight down.
Miraculous parting of the sea!
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