The rising stone bridge leads directly to the high platform. York feels that the air is filled with the power of shadow, and the light element is barely replenished.
But he had no choice. The Shadow Thorn was a flying unit. Unless it was a fortress sealed on five sides, no defense could stop this group of pupa elemental creatures.
These things can even rely on elements in the atmosphere to replenish themselves, making them even more disgusting than painless corpse eaters. An enemy that cannot be killed can cut off its limbs to restrict its movement, but the regeneration of severed limbs and self-healing of wounds can That's a bit much.
This is a major advantage of elemental life, but York would rather it not exist now.
"York! Beware of his plunder!"
The dwarf reminded loudly from behind.
The young mercenary captain rushed to the front, followed by the dwarf and his teammates. Hearing this, Yorke did not respond, but visibly quickened his pace.
Plunder is the abbreviation of "Shadow of the Rotation". The power of the Shadow Bishops comes from the shadows. They can control the shadow element freely, and even the shadows under the enemy's feet can be used as daggers to hurt people.
People whose shadows are manipulated become extremely weak.
The reason why York takes the lead is exactly this. As a life of light element, he can turn himself into pure light, and light has no shadow.
The big bats flying all over the sky moved forward without fear, sharp blades clashed with metal, and everyone's armor clanged in the chaos, which was a reflection of the inevitable attack falling on them.
There were too many enemies, and even if the mercenaries used magic swords to scatter them, the damage caused would be limited.
Even the dwarves who use hammers as weapons can only choose to kick away the monsters blocking the way.
Just as they were trudging hard and about to step onto the high platform, the robed mage let out an angry roar. He spread his arms, the hem of his clothes flew up without wind, and the golden cross shone brightly.
York immediately realized that he was planning to use "Shadow of the Wheel". The Shadow Bishops don't have many spells that are very lethal in the front. They are better at ambush and assassination, and summoning the lightless legion is a rare field control ability.
Although the essence of the Shadow of the Wheel is to attack secretly, the weakening effect is too fatal.
As if there were flashing lights installed on the ceiling, various shadow groups on the floor of the hall suddenly began to move back and forth rapidly. A pair of red pupils opened, and even the shadows on the steps and candlesticks began to squirm restlessly, walking towards the mercenary team.
The young mercenaries who were entangled by the shadow thorns and unable to dodge screamed. Their weakness made them unable to resist the attack of the shadow elements. The armor under the sharp claws was as brittle as thin paper.
The situation was critical for a while, and the team was reduced by half again. Only five or six mercenaries could still follow the dwarf.
Painter's rock was bound by shadows, and the big-nosed dwarf angrily tried to use magic to soften the ground, but after rushing all the way to the altar, he had very little magic power left.
"Damn, it happened at this time..." Painter said angrily. He tried his best to avoid the big bat flying over, then turned around and shouted to the light elemental life:
"There's no time, rush forward!"
So the mercenary captain leaned back suddenly, letting his shadow avoid a sharp claw flying from the wall; he just slid under the huge wing membrane, and the halo turned into an orange line of fire. .
In the blink of an eye, the elemental life crossed the stone bridge and shrunk the distance like a swift arrow. Levi only had time to look up and saw the long sword dragging the afterimage down on his head.
"Fearless Charge"!
This is the most basic ability of a warrior. With the addition of magic power and light element body, York jumped from the middle of the stone bridge to the shadow bishop from the middle of the stone bridge like a space jump in everyone's eyes. This was almost at the speed of light.
He himself didn't expect it to go so smoothly, and the dizziness caused by the extreme speed was fading. York stabbed him with his sword, and Levi and the magic pattern in the center of the altar were included in the attack range by the blade.
Kaka——
The Shadow Bishop wailed, and the sword penetrated directly through his chest. The mercenaries controlled by the Shadow of the Wheel immediately relaxed and found that their strength had returned.
Blood was poured on the magic patterns on the altar, and they had turned into a pile of rubble under the destruction of the sword.
"You are a light element...a hypocrite who believes in Lucia!" the bishop screamed, his expression full of hatred. After all, you can't ask a dark-sequence mystic to be affectionate towards the believers of the Goddess of Light.
It's just that the Shadow Bishops are not Fallen Dead Apostles, they are assassins caught in the shadows and do not look like they have seen a ghost.
York had no intention of thinking about these things at the moment. He drew out his sword and felt his arms trembling; the fatigue almost defeated the young leader. He staggered to one knee and shouted at the dwarf with all his strength:
"Painter!"
The Shadow Bishop is a high-level mystery, and York's blow is not enough to kill him. Levi didn't even fall down. He was holding the bleeding wound with one hand and holding the dark cross with the other.
The dwarf threw his hammer—the warhammer with spikes and as heavy as a millstone fell from the sky with the beauty of power, and the shadow element monster blocking the front was directly beaten into its original particle form.
"Holy Spirit!"
Levi was unable to stop them. He raised the cross in his hand and inserted it into his own wound.
The next second, a whirlwind of magic suddenly rose from the ground——
York was caught off guard and was thrown away. He rolled on the ground twice, feeling a terrible pain in his chest.
"what is that!?"
A bat landed behind him, and when the sharp claws stabbed York, he turned over hard, and the sharp blade pierced the ground and splashed a bunch of gravel. The young mercenary leader breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that the core magic pattern had failed and the altar of the Resurrection Place was no longer indestructible.
But what's up with that magic?
York almost thought he had performed a miracle, that the Shadow Bishop's death meant they would survive. However, the bishop who was in company with the undead didn't know what he had done. He was able to block the dwarf's hammer with his own body! ?
Are you kidding? Has anyone ever seen an assassin competing with a warrior for physical fitness?
No matter how powerful the Shadow Bishop is, he is still a combination of a mage and an assassin who prefers elemental summoning. Even with the assistance of magic, the improvement of their physical abilities is limited.
Could it be that the other party is also an inhuman creature like himself?
Painter also had a look of astonishment on his face. His hammer was knocked away by the magic power and fell to the ground, creating a deep pit.
"You guys... the wrath of the Holy Spirit will be appeased with your blood!" The bishop of the Black Cross did not die in an act that seemed like self-mutilation. His face didn't look like a normal person, and the golden pattern on the cross pendant on his chest disappeared at some point.
The rampage of magic stirred up the vortex-like airflow, and the gravel and dust were quickly attracted, and even the shadow element monster was torn apart.
The bat behind York was pulled over, but he actually escaped; the young mercenary captain struggled to stabilize his body with his sword, and the altar was crumbling.
He couldn't help but look back at the team members on the stone bridge: there were only two people left there, and they were both seriously injured. Fortunately they were far enough away that they didn't have to worry about being affected by the hurricane.
We've done enough.
York knew that he no longer had the strength to fight, and neither did the dwarves or his companions. But compared to the initial desire to avenge their dead comrades with grief, anger and determination, what they actually achieved even exceeded their goals - the damage to the altar meant the end of the place of resurrection, and they saved Yotsuba City.
"We successfully destroyed the altar!" The dwarf's voice was still loud despite the wave of magic:
"Despicable shadow slaves, lackeys of darkness and death! See clearly that we are the winners! Even if we die here today, your plan ends here——"
"Shut up!" The bishop was furious, "The Holy Spirit will never fail, even Suvieria will surrender! The glory of the Holy Spirit will last forever!"
Painter didn't care about the Holy Spirit or not. The other party could call their faith whatever they wanted. Everyone knew what they believed in anyway.
It's just that he can't control others, and others can't shut him up. The dwarf twitched his big nose and said without fear: "Stop struggling! Your failure is a foregone conclusion!"
However, the Shadow Bishop was not angry at his words, as if he didn't care about his failure. He raised the corners of his mouth, rolled his eyes, and showed a malicious and sarcastic expression:
"You are ignorant. You don't know the greatness of the Holy Spirit at all. You will only regard the temporary advantage as victory and feel proud..."
As his words fell, the shadows suddenly surged, swallowing up all the light in an instant.
This is no longer a pure "shadow", but a more evil "darkness".
"The gods have disappeared, and faith is just the support of the soul. Only the Holy Spirit, only the Holy Spirit... can give us extraordinary power... I feel it! He is guiding me, this beautiful song, so moving -"
"Madman." The dwarf cursed in a low voice. He managed to pick up his war hammer and went to York to pull him up. "Was Four Leaf City destroyed by this madman?"
"It's just taking advantage of the lord's absence. And that cross seems to be able to cause hallucinations." The mercenary squad leader replied.
"Then this is too exaggerated. Do you think Yotsuba City is Antolete?"
"I don't know much about human nobles...but to be honest, every time I see the officials with Victor, I really want them to see how embarrassed I am smiling."
Painter snorted, "Who knows? I'm afraid even these people themselves don't know. After all, they are used to it."
They chatted about trivial things, talking to each other, even though the darkness had surrounded them; the mercenaries were finally dead and wounded, and the bats flapped their wing membranes. They don't need to move in the dark, and there is an obstacle-free passage wherever the shadows reach.
If the Shadow Bishop didn't die under the hammer, they would be the ones who died. Two non-human races, one dwarf and one elemental being, neither of them imagined that one day they would fight to the end for the human city.
The erosion of darkness took away the magic. The burning of souls became rapid, and invisible fire soared, burning their bodies.
The shadow thorns did not pounce on them, they suddenly became motionless, as if waiting for the two of them to come to an end on their own.
In the darkness, York asked: "Old dwarf, who do you believe in? Heather or Gaia?"
"Lucia."
"Do not make jokes."
"Even if I believe in Suvillier, what do you have to say?"
"Maybe that madman will spare your life."
"Absurd." The big-nosed dwarf dismissed it, "The Shadow Bishop is not an undead. I think that Holy Spirit is mostly a fabricated thing. What age is it, and there is still a new god? Hmm -"
York couldn't help but feel a little amused. Painter looked like he was relying on his old age, but in fact, he was not as old as the elemental being. "But it's really strange. How did the Shadow Bishop summon the place of rebirth? Did he accidentally discover the altar?"
"Maybe, anyway, things were never normal from beginning to end."
The dwarf became angry: "Victor gave us a good job, and now he doesn't know where he is! Even if there is illusion magic on the streets of Hercule, it can't be hidden from the detection station, but every one of them has become blind; and this The city is full of undead souls - only the dead can be awakened, so many people have died in Yotsuye City, they are everywhere... The patrols are not as good as these dead people."
"It doesn't matter, we are going to die anyway."
However, when York said this, Painter suddenly realized something was wrong: "Wait, why is it so slow?"
"Are you still too slow?" The dark magic made the light elemental beings shiver all over.
"The guy stopped talking... Don't forget that I just said something about his belief before. The lunatic seemed to have his tail stepped on, but now he is silent."
The young mercenary captain listened carefully. As expected, he heard no voice, not even breathing. There were only subtle clicking sounds like something breaking.
A chill ran up his spine, and just as York was about to remind the dwarf, he saw his eyes suddenly light up.
The darkness disappeared——
"Where's Eze?"
