Chapter 240

"Come on, come on!"

All kinds of shouting in the crazy ring, a large number of knights use all the magic without hiding, and rush towards the block.

"Don't kill me, I am..." A monster body has a middle-aged man's upper body, the middle-aged man's lower body seems to melt in general, and the monster fused together.

When he saw the knight standing in front of him, the middle-aged man yelled wildly, as if he had some special identity. However, all this was of no help. The Knight Sword still cut down mercilessly, cutting him and the monster together.

Just at this time, the calling ceremony is about to be completed.

There are a lot of black lines of unidentified material around him, covering the surrounding blocks. These lines give off faint light and look particularly gorgeous.

As soon as these lines appeared, they were infused into the body of birotheus, and a great deal of information began to interact. What birotheus had, and what he had, began to communicate.

This time, there was too little preparation for the call, neither the coming body nor the sacrifice. So in order to see the truth bloom, berotheus, who had been completely crazy, took himself as the carrier.

After obtaining the magic ceremony of finger cult more than ten years ago, pirotheus has been hunting for the power of evil gods.

However, due to the lack of necessary knowledge, he did not have other magic. He always used the power of evil spirits at a relatively low level. He injected it into his body to gain strong strength and defense.

This is a great waste of the power of the evil god, but over the years, it also makes the body of birotheus adapt to the power of the evil god, and can barely be used as the carrier of arrival.

"Let go of the restrictions and never let evil come to the earth." The Archbishop held up the scepter in his hand, and the hot light radiated from the ruby on the top. Those lights were like sharp arrows, flying wildly under the control of the archbishop.

The light blooms, everything that blocks is destroyed, turns into smoke, and the surrounding buildings smash into pieces, breaking the obstacles of the terrain.

This is God's pasture. In peacetime, as shepherd dogs, they keep restrictions and try not to cause damage. They never use large-scale and powerful attacks.

But at this moment, they did not pay attention to this point. All kinds of lights on the knights, the various amplitudes of priests, and the magic arts used by priests all fell on the Knights all the time, which made their strength change dramatically.

Unlike knights who use holy water to strengthen their bodies, receive the blessing of glory and the mark of the red sun, the priests of the shadow church have no clear hierarchy.

Through faith, they need to condense a structural mark in their souls to carry divinity. Every time they pray to God, it is a process of resonance. The imprint in their souls will become more and more complex, and the more divinities they can carry.

Therefore, priests can use more than five times as much magic as knights who use their bodies to carry magic. In some areas, they still retain the profession of fighting priests. They have the memory of fighting and hold hammers. Through a large number of magic blessings, their combat effectiveness is even more terrifying than that of Knights. They can also recover their physical strength and heal themselves through magic while fighting Injury.

However, the shadow Church in lol, because it had been "peaceful" for too long, the priests began to enjoy it. They were not interested in practicing their skills day after day like knights.

Under the blessing of a large number of magic, the Knights began to dash, and kept approaching the heros. After meeting the knights, the black lines instinctively penetrated into their armor, established contact with them and began to communicate with them.

But the blessing of glory, as a hindrance, their faith formed a spiritual barrier, guarding their hearts.

There are a lot of magic arts attached to the swords of knights, as well as the Exorcism in the magic arts, which make these black lines constantly crumble.

Cromie lowered his head, held an ordinary iron sword in his hand, and his eyes flickered with hesitation. Although his swordsmanship can be called powerful, he still seems weak in the face of these non-human beings.

In the chapter of sacrifice, there are many sacrificial rites that can make him strong quickly.

The sacrificial magic in the chapter of sacrifice can be divided into two types: one is a permanent sacrifice similar to sacrificing olfactory ability to obtain spiritual vision, and the other is a one-time sacrifice, such as offering fingers, which will fly out directly, like arrows. The introduction says that as long as the fingers are in range, they can penetrate all defenses.

In addition, there are many abilities such as sacrificing eyeballs, skin and skeletons.

This kind of sacrifice is one-time, at the cost of losing something forever, which can produce a strong magic.

The final chapter of a one-time sacrifice is to sacrifice the soul.

The final chapter of a permanent sacrifice is the proof of sacrifice, which is said to be able to transform man into God in an instant.

Of course, cromie never intended to use this sacrifice, because the more he got, the more he lost. The price of incarnation was beyond his ability to bear.

"At the cost of incomplete limbs, release one-time magic to kill pirotheus." Cromie is constantly weighing whether it is worth it. Sacrificial magic does not pray for power from evil gods. Even if it is found, it is only taken away by the shadow church and will not be punished."Is it worth it?" Cromie's eyes flashed a trace of blankness. When people hurt others, they can always be very easy, but when they want to hurt themselves, they are so difficult to do.

"My name..." A large number of black silk thread retracted and poured into the body of birotheus, or the evil god, had come into this world: "baldimo!"

His body has changed, a large number of thin lines floating around him, let him slowly float in the air.

With baldimer's announcement, the name resounded in the ears of the people who were starting in their homes. It seemed that the name had magic power and made people remember deeply.

This is also a kind of communication. When the information that belongs to baldimo begins to flow out with his name, ordinary residents establish a link with him, and their information begins to flow to baldimer.

Cromie, who was not far away, naturally did not escape this disaster. He raised his hand and pointed his finger at baldimo floating in the air.

The Knights also rushed to baldimo, but then baldimer opened his eyes, and two lights flashed on the knight's body. The armor was wriggling, the body was wriggling, and the blood was wriggling. Everything about the knight was wriggling, and soon it was beyond recognition.

Cromie endured the flow of ideas in his mind and launched his own sacrificial magic.

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