Divine Descent
Let them play with you first.
"Once I've set up the new ritual, I'll use you as sacrifices to summon my master's power." Alistair smiled leisurely and walked away into the distance.
He took a slow step forward, appearing a hundred meters away.
"Don't even think about it!"
The "Spellsinger of God" transformed into a whirlwind to try and stop the opponent, but he found helplessly that no matter how hard he chased, he could not shorten the distance between them.
To make matters worse, there was a Demigod creature eyeing them menacingly nearby.
Both Saint Anthony and Horamick Hayden's attempts ended in failure, with neither turning back to fight their respective opponents.
"What do we do now?" Horamick Hayden looked at the most powerful Saint Anthony.
"Take care of the enemy in front of us first." Saint Anthony's beardless face showed no sign of panic. "Don't forget, this is the capital of Loen."
"The Royal Family will not allow them to act recklessly."
"Moreover, the moment I confirmed the information I received was true, I immediately sent a telegram to headquarters requesting reinforcements from higher-level forces."
"Ms. Arianna said she would come."
at the same time.
In another direction, at the edge of the Factory District.
Alistair easily lured the Angel who was chasing him to another location, then took the opportunity to return to reality and trap the two Demigod.
Of course, it's just being trapped.
Demigod are not so easy to kill; he has no time to waste here. The most urgent task is to hold a new Sacrificial Ritual.
"Angel... I am indeed not Angel, but you will never be able to catch me." Alistair recalled the battle just now with a pleasant mood.
"Fluttering--"
With a casual stroke of his brush, one after another, birds and beasts resembling eagles and falcons, with sharp, massive talons, emerged from the void.
They flapped their wings rapidly and flew in all directions.
They returned quickly after a short while.
The only difference from when they left was that their giant claws gripped the Corpse of the dead, swirling around them as they tossed them into the new Altar.
"The long-lost, alluring scent..." Alistair inhaled the pungent smell of blood, a look of ecstasy creeping onto his face.
He gently closed his eyes, as if intending to savor the moment.
Suddenly, Alistair opened his eyes, sensing something, and saw a quiet lady standing not far in front of him.
She was an extremely beautiful woman, dressed in a classic robe and wearing a black hood. Her face was expressionless, and her eyes were dark but lacked Spirituality.
"You..." He had just opened his mouth to utter a syllable in the language of this world when he saw the Lady Beauty gently wave her hand.
Alistair was horrified to discover that his Spirituality was issuing frantic warnings!
He looked down and saw himself, starting from his feet, rapidly becoming transparent inch by inch, and the process was spreading uncontrollably upwards.
Soon, Alistair vanished completely from the Real World, like a sketch erased by an eraser, leaving no trace.
The Lady Beauty raised her head and looked up at the boundless sky.
She gently waved her hand towards the spot where Alistair had just disappeared, and a Brass- colored Seven-Stringed Zither slowly appeared.
Lady Beauty walked over, picked up the Seven-Stringed Zither zither, and plucked the strings.
No sound was made.
But an invisible wave seemed to be spreading rapidly in all directions.
In the sky, birds and beasts that looked very much like eagles and falcons fell one after another like dumplings, attracting the attention of many people.
The three Archbishop stared at their suddenly vanished opponent, their eyes filled with confusion.
Further away, a dignified man with a square face stepped out of the void. He was expressionless, but a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.
He glanced at his two subordinates, who shared the same expression, but said nothing.
At that moment, a soft female voice suddenly rang in Saint Anthony's ears.
He paused slightly, then adopted a solemn expression.
"What's wrong?" Ace Snake, the "Spellsinger of God" with a relatively impatient personality, asked immediately, while Horamick Hayden also looked at him with a probing gaze.
Saint Anthony exhaled forcefully:
That person is dead; it's all over.
"The Instigator behind this Catastrophe is Altair, the former renowned writer of the Kingdom, who was previously identified as Believer of Evil God and is wanted by our joint forces."
"He hasn't escaped Backlund yet?" Horamick Hayden was quite surprised.
He hesitated for a moment and said:
"This guy isn't that strong, so initially only ' The Mandated Punishers,' ' The Machinery Hivemind,' and ' The Nighthawks ' were tasked with the pursuit; no Sealed Artifact were used."
"It seems we can't let him continue to act so recklessly."
The Archbishop planned to use the Sealed Artifact "2-111" upon returning home to find Altair as soon as possible and send him to meet the Evil God he worshipped.
Of course, I'm not using it myself.
The other two Archbishop indicated that their side would do the same.
"The Spellsinger of God" Ace Snake casually asked, "Lady Arianna arrived so quickly? Did She take care of that guy from before?"
Saint Anthony shook his head slightly, but ignored the other person's displeased look and said nothing more, "Let's go, it's time to find someone to clean up the mess."
Having said that, he took the lead and headed towards the West Borough.
The remaining two Archbishop exchanged a glance and flew off to their respective territories.
The Lady Beauty on the edge of the Factory District closed her eyes slightly, calmed her senses for a moment, glanced at Empress Borough in the distance, and then shifted her gaze to the Cherwood Borough.
She hesitated for a moment, then silently parted her red lips.
Abbess Arianna of the Evernight Cloister, who had just arrived in Backlund, suddenly stopped and listened carefully to the sounds around her.
She nodded with a devout expression, sketching Crimson Moon on her chest.
At the edge of the Factory District, Lady Beauty's gaze drifted slightly towards the Cherwood Borough, and a faint smile played on her lips.
She held the Seven-Stringed Zither in her arms and slowly walked towards the West Borough.
Inside the residence of Fors and Hugh in the Cherwood Borough.
Lorry slowly woke up from his Long Sofa and saw an unfamiliar Ceiling.
As he was trying to recall his previous memories, he suddenly heard faint sounds of arguing coming from a room just a wall away.
"I've never seen anyone as lazy as you! You're even worse than Albert! If it weren't for that kid, I wouldn't bother supervising you!"
"Say what you will, I'm not learning it anymore. I choose the first option."
"You..."
"By the way, who is Albert?"
"A dog."
"Ha, I've never heard of dogs reading and learning."
I felt like I was about to lose control. Did Fors save me with the "Curse of Knowledge"? After some Mystery, Lorry roughly guessed the Truth.
He remained silent, listening quietly to the constant bickering between the people and objects inside, a slight smile playing on his lips, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease.