The blue mist filled the battlefield. Ordinary soldiers were not affected, but they could not see clearly ahead. But for the monks gathered by the Wisdom Cult...
The appearance of water mist instantly put them into a dangerous situation where they were struggling to move forward.
The water mist, led by Ma Wei and assisted by 300 monks, firmly suppressed the monks of the Wisdom Cult. The power given to them by Anatole, the God of Wisdom, was restrained in their bodies, as if they were being pressed down by a 200-pound rich woman. The man underneath him couldn't move.
The monks suddenly panicked. Since Anatole sent down the gift, they had never experienced a situation where they were unable to use magic. They were accustomed to using magic to solve difficulties. They were at a loss for a while and didn't know what to do.
"Don't panic!!!"
On the high platform, Archbishop Henry let out an angry roar, stared at Marvey Enders in the distance, and gritted his teeth and said, "They have already tried their best! They can't spare the energy to activate other magic!"
"grandfather...."
"What's up?!"
Archbishop Henry suddenly turned his head, his eyes were red, and his irritable and impatient tone scared Constance to grab the hem of her skirt and hesitantly said: "Grandpa...Grandpa...Although the Church of Truth used all its power to launch Water mist magic, but...but..."
"But what?" Archbishop Henry, who realized that his emotions were on the verge of losing control, took a few deep breaths, tried to calm himself down, and said in a soft tone: "Your Highness, if you have any questions, you can speak directly, don't be afraid."
"Oh..." Constance nodded: "I want to say that although the Church of Truth cannot activate other magic, they still have vampires!"
"...."
Archbishop Henry's cheek twitched and he looked back at the rebel position, where...
Sure enough, many figures flew up.
And the leader is none other than Edward!
Water mist magic can have the same effect on the vampires. Nowadays, Yunia's strength has surpassed that of Edward. She can suppress all the vampire members and prevent them from using magic, but the key to the problem is...
Strigoi are not humans.
In addition to magic, they are also proud of their otherworldly bodies, which are their innate power.
Even if they are suppressed by water mist, they can still tear through the royal army's line with their powerful bodies!
Ma Wei never thought of a fair duel with the Wisdom Cult from the beginning. This was a war, not a duel.
In order to win, you will do anything you can...that is the most cruel and bloody part of the war!
Looking at the vampire members flying towards him, Archbishop Henry said quietly: "Constance, it's your turn...let the great Anatole come! The radiance of wisdom will burn out all those who seek rebellion. Insect!"
"Yes, Grandpa." Constance said in a clear voice.
As a saint, her mission is to provide a medium for the arrival of Anatole, the god of wisdom. Not everyone can become a saint. Only girls with pure souls and strong soul power can become candidates for the saint. people.
Constance closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, placed them between her eyebrows, and lowered her head piously.
"Let the suffering and hardship be eliminated, God who represents wisdom...
She is like soft bread and mellow wine on the table,
Give us hope and courage....
We follow her will and bring wisdom to the world....
She is as warm as the sun, as moist as the rain and dew...
She is the God of Wisdom...
She is Anatole...
The great existence we believe in..."
Amidst the low chanting, golden ripples appeared in Constance's eyes as clear as a pool. As the chanting continued, the golden light became more intense, and her body was coated with a layer of holy silver, an invisible thread invisible to the naked eye. Silk threads flew out from between her eyebrows and floated to the sky.
The violent wind that ravaged the battlefield gradually subsided.
The blue mist became dull and thin and no longer dispersed.
A deathly silence enveloped the battlefield. The soldiers stopped one after another, raised their heads, and looked at the towering blue sky, where...
Something is approaching quickly.
On the high platform, a shadow appeared behind Constance. As she sang, the shadow gradually became clearer, outlining the outline of the man.
The moment the shadow appeared, Archbishop Henry and the monks of the Wisdom Cult knelt down on one knee, put their fingers between their eyebrows, and lowered their heads deeply.
The shadow looked at Constance who kept praying, and seemed to feel her pious call. He slowly stretched out his hand and placed it on Constance's head.
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"not good!"
Realizing that something was wrong, Edward turned into a black shadow and rushed over as fast as he could. He grabbed Constance's throat with his palm, trying to interrupt her singing.
The child's eyes opened instantly, shining with a blazing golden light. This time it was no longer empty. Constance looked at Edward who was flying quickly. She only took one look and then looked away, turning to look into the distance to ride with her father. Junia on a horse.
Her calm gaze was blocked by Edward's figure. Constance frowned and looked at Edward who was grabbing her neck again, her eyes cold.
Edward tried to break her neck, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake Constance in the slightest.
"Bloodlines...."
Constance...no, I should say Anatole, recognized Edward's identity at a glance, "Are you here to take revenge on me?"
Edward was stunned for a moment. Before he could speak, Anatole raised his palm and pressed its chest: "You are indeed as arrogant as before..."
Get stuck!
The sound of broken bones came from Edward's chest. Anatole's palm was deeply embedded in Edward's left chest, and blood spurted out. Anatole missed it.
"So you have no heart." Anatole whispered: "Where did your heart go?"
Edward spat out a mouthful of blood and glared into Anatole's eyes. The golden eyes were as bright as a gas lamp, as if something like fire was burning.
Anatole gave it an extremely familiar feeling, just like when he faced Wilder, the goddess of health...
A sky full of golden arrows appeared before its eyes again, flames were burning on the collapsed ruins, and a woman's sad cries could be heard in its ears...
The green-blue mist surrounding her suddenly dissipated, and the power of death began to surge again. Mavey lifted the water mist magic. Anatole had already arrived with the help of Constance's body, and the water mist could not affect her.
This also proves...
The current Yunia is not Anatole's opponent yet.
Even if Anatole is just a ray of the will of the gods.
Edward, who had regained his strength, grabbed Anatole's arm embedded in his chest, cracked the corners of his mouth, and showed an excited and ferocious smile, "I caught you..."
Just when Anatole was confused, a transparent crystal coffin suddenly appeared behind Edward. The lid of the coffin opened and swallowed her and Edward together.
Card.
The coffin lid was closed again, and the transparent coffin body was quickly smeared with a layer of red, as if red ink was dripping into the water, lingering in the air.
The red color covering the crystal coffin became deeper and deeper, trembling violently, like a pot of boiling water, steaming and rolling.
Seeing this scene, Archbishop Henry slowly changed his expression, raised his scepter, and was about to cast magic. Suddenly, the crystal coffin lid exploded, and Edward and the crystal coffin flew out upside down, creating a big hole in the ground. .
Constance stood in mid-air, her face expressionless, a golden light spot shining brightly between her eyebrows, like breathing, overlapping light and dark, but her clothes were a little messy.
boom! ! !
Edward flew out of the pit, waved his arms, and the blood of the dead soldiers on the battlefield turned into rivers and poured into his body. The Vampire Secret Code appeared again, and the heavy pages began to jump and turn.
"Dad, aren't we going to help?"
Under Tver City, Yunia asked in a low voice.
"Edward knows what he is doing." Mavey held the reins and said in a deep voice: "It is buying time for us and consuming Anatole's strength at the same time..."
"To gain time?"
"Yes, time." Ma Wei turned to look at the rolling mountains in the east: "Our believers are increasing rapidly. Every second, many people will believe in the truth. The patient waiting now... is for the future. break out."
"What's more..."
"This is a duel that belongs to Edward. As the master of the blood clan, he wants to avenge the clan that was destroyed by the Apocalypse God System. We should not interfere."
Yunia thought for a while and said: "Is it like the duel between Fat Orange and the God of Rat Swarm in Antoine Village?"
"No..." Ma Wei slowly shook his head: "Edward's hatred is the hatred of genocide. Its tribe has perished. Even if it loses its memory, it still remembers the pain that is deep in its bones and bone marrow. The only way to kill its enemy is to kill the enemy. Hate can be quelled.”
"Then, what if Edward can't defeat Anatole!"
"Don't worry, when Edward loses...that's when you become a god!"
