Chapter 108, The Divine Art of the Church of the Sun God: Punishment of Light
Kiel was assisting in the battle with the original right militia, on horseback, and occasionally came to support the Rumi knights. On the side of Knight Crow, the knights had the upper hand. It seemed that Knight Crow was surrounded and provoked by many harpies. In fact, Knight Crow had restrained the most harpies.
With less than fifty harpies, Knight Crow alone was able to contain more than ten monsters, which greatly relieved the pressure in other places. Due to the insufficient number of monsters, every time the harpies Any attempt to launch an attack was blocked by the Kendall people who were resisting on the ground.
Both sides suffered losses. From time to time, soldiers who could not be supported by the knights were blocked and carried away by the monsters who took the opportunity to break through and fired crossbow arrows from all directions. He threw it down from the sky with his backhand and 'returned' it to Mother Earth and the Kendall people.
Even with the advance warning of Knight Crow or Knight Rumi to disperse them, every time the corpse or not of a soldier is thrown down, more injuries will be caused.
At this time, Kiel had to walk through the chaotic battlefield, gesticulating with his hands, and evacuate the wounded and wounded soldiers to the group of carriages.
Fortunately, the center of the army is relatively safe. The harpies cannot attack the carriage directly from the air, but it is in the center of the army and can be supported by the crossbows of all the militiamen in the four directions.
Even a harpy monster doesn't want to be pierced by human branches from all directions. This is too cowardly.
Not a heroic death.
The men hid the corpses of the deceased and the wounded with broken limbs under the carriage. Kiel suddenly looked up. Compared to the nervous militiamen around him who were indifferent because they were deaf, Kiel heard something coming from A prayer in the middle of the carriage procession.
The old but powerful voice indicates that the owner of the voice has a good voice that is often used in this way.
Kil remembered the old shepherd of the Sun God Church whom he had briefly interacted with during the march.
Is it the one who is performing magic?
I hope that the opponent's magic can be used on the battlefield at this moment. No matter what, any increase in one's own strength will exert a continuous response in the continuous battle, and ultimately lead one side to victory.
"Majestic Lord, you survey all things in the world from the sky."
"Hot and majestic."
"But all things do not always look to you and long for you. So, please help the strong and the weak, and take care of us who may throw ourselves into you, we are small, and we are tormented by the feathers of pain at this moment. Punish! Punish! Punishment! Punishment! I beg you to send down your power, burn their eyes, make them burning."
Just as the old voice said this, the voice of prayer suddenly stopped.
Kil felt something bad for a while, but here in the middle of the carriage, the old Sun God priest put his hand on his forehead in pain, and waved his other hand to stop other people around him from trying to help.
He panted heavily and raised his head to look at the Baron: "Nothing, sir. Divine magic is half the battle. One person is still too reluctant to really summon and show the power of my lord to punish those monsters."
The baron retracted the hand he wanted to extend, said nothing, and nodded solemnly: "It's okay, thank you for your hard work."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old priest straightened his body, stretched out his hands toward the sky, and raised his head to look at the sun.
But he didn't really open his eyes to see.
"Don't look at the sky."
He was bathed in the golden and white divine power that quickly surged out of his body, and reluctantly gave a warning.
When the baron heard it, he immediately rubbed a ring on his left hand and cast a magic to amplify the sound: "Don't look at the sky, lower your head!"
Even the Baron himself knew that a large number of his soldiers were deaf at this time, but it would be nice to have one person hear.
Most of the soldiers, guards and support staff near the carriage were not fighting the harpy monster on the front line, so their hearing was still normal. After hearing the baron's loud words, they no longer dared to look at the monster in the sky that could pounce at any time. .
The militiamen outside, who were lucky enough to have working ears, immediately pressed the heads of their companions around them one after another.
The same was true for Kil. He jumped off his horse and, during the short time gap when the magic took effect, pressed down the heads of the surrounding militiamen one by one.
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Golden-white majestic divine power surged out from all parts of the old man's body, gradually flying upward and elongating, turning into something like a vertical light.
These rays of golden-white divine power actively gathered at one point in the air, and then continued to rise.
From line to point, the huge divine power in the form of points is not something that a priest of Mu Hand's level can possess. Before that, the church gathered the divine power of all the priests together and gave it to the old priest to carry in the form of unused divine power gathering seeds.
It is said to be carried, but in fact it is put into the body. It is regarded as an extra huge power bank. The priest did not use the divine power he had along the way, but only used this free power.
It's extremely easy.
At this moment, he used this power that did not belong to him, but he was unable to fully release a large-scale battlefield magic.
After all, there is only one person, so it is still too reluctant.
The old man felt a little regretful. During these days, he could communicate and understand the huge divine power given out by his colleagues by pinching their noses at any time during these days. He had made considerable improvements in the use and skills of divine power.
But it’s such a pity that these good days will soon be gone.
Even with your eyes closed, you can clearly see the huge divine power rising into the sky, and the old man controls it with difficulty. If multiple people perform this magical ritual together, then everyone can share part of the pressure and manipulation brought about by the ritual.
He could even advance the divine ritual from the first stage, which he could barely complete, to the second stage.
But the gods did not allow it.
This is against the rules of the ceremony.
Originally, a priest was not in compliance with the rules, but he reluctantly used the divine power from other priests in his body to circumvent this rule.
But we can only bypass this one, and God will not allow more.
'Hey, please have mercy on us. Offenses are caused by life and death. ’
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The light spot gathering huge divine power gradually rose into the sky, more than a hundred meters above the head of the old priest.
The harpies flying and circling around were extremely afraid of this unknown flying object or phenomenon.
Even the big leader who commands these monsters and the previous monsters have never seen what this thing is?
Don't blame the monster for being ignorant. After all, this is a battlefield magic that can only be performed by a dozen priests together. Those priests will not pass by here, and those who will pass by here are probably one or two here and there.
They don't have any chance of seeing this thing, do they?
Fortunately, they can now see it.
"Huh——, large-scale battlefield magic, light punishment."
The old man whispered the name of the magic.
Immediately, the light spots in the sky gradually expanded, and then burst out a huge amount of light.
It was as if the sun had fallen to the ground.
This is the first thought of every person or monster who sees this sight.
Human beings couldn't help but squint their eyes when they looked at the sky. It was really too dazzling, and even if they closed their eyelids, their eyes were still white. Large white patches passed in front of them, and tiny white dots kept appearing. It disappeared again, and the twisted white strips scurried around in the perspective of closed eyes, gradually turning into the emblem of the sun god.
Let the soldiers clearly record it in their minds and never forget it for a long time.
Many years later, perhaps these old people can still clearly draw the emblem of the Sun God with water or paint from their own minds and memories.
Because that thing has gone through this magic and is firmly imprinted on the souls of these people.
This is true even if most of these people believe in the God of Agriculture.
are marked, and this mark will accompany most of these people throughout their lives.
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The monsters were in a mess, and the divine power light points burst out in the air. They were closer, and the closest one was only more than ten meters away.
Basically, from the coverage distance of a large-scale battlefield magic, it is the same as holding the barrel of a gun against your head.
They couldn't see it for the first time, and even the excessive divine power and strong light irradiation penetrated their bodies, which were very different from humans. Although the strong body has some resistance to this abnormal penetrating energy, but still, they are too close.
If these monsters can escape from the successive magical spells today, they will find something horrifying when they return to the monster nests in the meadow.
Their shadows are gone.
Because they were too close to the explosive power of the Sun God, they were deprived of the ability and phenomenon to leave shadows throughout their lives.
It seems like nothing, and it has no impact on their lives of fighting and hunting, but after the death of these monsters, whether they die of old age or are killed, their souls cannot enter the cycle of life normally.
Because shadows are manifestations of the dark side of life, destroyed by the power of the sun, their life after death is erased at this point.
After death, the 'gods' that the harpy monsters believe in can no longer get any information from these guys. Even then the 'gods' had given up on them.
Because to the 'gods', they are already dead at this time.
Worthless.
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Losing their vision, the harpy monsters flew randomly. Fortunately, the sky was wide. Under the command of the big leader's cry, these monsters quickly gathered around the big leader.
But everyone wanted to get closer to the big boss when the situation was unclear, so they all squeezed in and collided one by one.
Even flapping their wings and squeezing around the big harpy monster leader, the monster leader couldn't fly. Fortunately, he was surrounded from top to bottom, left and right, so he couldn't fall down.
On the ground, the militiamen who had been blinded just now gradually recovered. It was not a punishment for them in the first place, so naturally it did not have much power. Compared with being blinded, the white light shining on the ground had more effect. Maybe it was to spread the power and belief of the sun god in a way that no one noticed.
At least, a large number of dazzled militiamen have established a sense of awe towards the Church of the Sun God.
The priest of the Church of the God of Wealth curled his lips. This priest saw through the meaning of the bright light that finally shone on the militiamen.
It's really boring.
He was standing next to the priest of the Sun God Church who was performing magic. He had not lowered his head to avoid it just now, just to find out whether this 'colleague' was up to something.
Sure enough, it was a trick. Should he tell him about it?
After thinking about it, I glanced at the two priests of the Church of Saturn next to me. They didn't say anything about this. Is it inconvenient to say it? Still haven’t noticed the small transgression of ‘colleagues’?
You should have discovered it, right? After all, a young priest may be inexperienced, but it is impossible for another middle-aged priest not to know a lot about the dark techniques involved in spreading the faith.
‘Since others don’t say anything, I won’t speak. Anyway, most of the militiamen believe in the god of agriculture, and their foundation has been shaken, so they don't care about my business. ’
But thinking like this, he also wondered if he could do the same thing?
You will all pretend not to see it anyway.
Not wanting to suffer a loss, after all, he did not take advantage of it, even if he suffered a loss, the priest of the God of Wealth made up his mind.
He raised his head and looked at Baron Kendall: "Sir, look at me!"
The baron nodded heavily, and took one last longing look at the boxes of valuable coins next to the carriage: "Uh--forget it, please."
The priest of the God of Wealth immediately took a deep breath, took out the money bag hanging on his belt, and scattered more than ten special coins with the emblem of the God of Wealth printed on them.
The purpose of these special coins, which are not circulated in normal commerce, is to assist the priests of the God of Wealth in performing divine magic.
Of course, there are many other uses, such as being given to devout believers as a reward for the other party; or used as a token of the church to represent the power and tendency of the church; or simply hung on believers and people of all faiths as amulets. ,It will be all right.
But it cannot be used as money.
Because God forbids it.
Special coins with the emblem of the God of Wealth printed on them are not bargaining chips that ordinary people can use to trade.
That's disrespectful.
After ordinary people obtain such special coins, they cannot deliberately damage them and should hand them over to the local God of Wealth Church.
The church will automatically reward the lost special coins.
Outsiders don't know that within the Church of the God of Wealth, this kind of coin is generally called the Breath of God.
The meaning is very simple, it is the gas exhaled from the breath of the God of Wealth.
Most people call this special coin the seed of wealth.
It means that if you get this kind of coin, your wealth will be like the seeds of a plant, constantly growing and bearing fruit, and constantly increasing.
Every businessman is proud that he, his family, and every associate in the Chamber of Commerce and the Chamber of Commerce have a seed of wealth.
That not only means that they have been recognized by the church in local business activities, but it is also a good sign that more wealth is waiting for them in the future.
At this time, the priest skillfully threw out a large number of special coins. The coins that should have fallen to the ground according to the laws of nature were instead nailed in the air.
Pursing his mouth, the priest kept flicking his left index finger. Every time he flicked it, a special coin that was nailed in the air would start to buzz rapidly as if he flicked it.
The low voice of the priest was clear and sweet, just like the beautiful sound of coins colliding.
"Please look at me, great god. You are the embodiment of wealth. Your wisdom is far greater than others, and your power is far greater than others, because you guide every corner of our lives."
"Every source, every flow, and every use is a reflection of your majestic power."
"Ah, great gods, these unintelligent savage monsters hinder the flow, hinder the operation, make the special products unsaleable, accumulate money and deflate, and cause the hardships experienced by the believers everywhere."
"Today, I use these wealth as my hands to carve out a truly terrifying thing and give it to them. I will not accept a piece of copper or iron. I am only willing to accept their pain and howling."
The priest of the God of Wealth did not pray loudly. In the wind that gradually became quieter for some reason when the priest of the Sun God showed his power, the priest's voice did not spread very far. It was slightly separated by a car and the escorting baron The personal guards and attendants could not hear clearly.
But while the priest was reciting a long prayer, the special coins spinning around him gradually began to emit divine power.
Every coin in it has been filled with a lot of divine power. Every priest in the church, starting from the trainee shepherd, has poured half of his divine power into this middle-aged shepherd who set out with the army. .
Of course, how much each person donated depends on the relationship between the priest and the other person.
His good friends generously gave a lot, while those with whom he had a normal relationship only gave a perfunctory amount. As for the leader of the church, a pastor, for the sake of safety, he not only gave the pastor one-third of his divine power to retain, but also held a small-scale internal prayer ceremony for devout believers to pass on the spiritual power of those believers' beliefs. The ritual processing was all injected into an ordinary-looking 'breath of god' with the divine power donated by the priest.
Today is a time of life and death, so naturally one cannot be too generous or stingy. As a priest of the God of Wealth, he knows very well how special 'wealth' like divine power should be used.
Use it sparingly on weekdays and use it boldly at critical times.
Only when divine power is used can it truly be power.
Power that will not be used is not power. Power that affects all parties when used is real power.
As the gods often say: "Coins are meant to be given to others, not held tightly in the hand."
So the priest put the 'suspicious' special coins with rare divine power in one purse, and the special coins with the most divine power infused in another purse.
What he is using now are those special coins that have the most divine power injected into them.
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The special coins whirling in the air seem to have a mysterious gravitational pull, constantly attracting the neatly arranged coins in the money box on the ground.
They swayed from side to side at first, and then were attracted by more divine power released from the special coins. They could no longer hold themselves back, they jingled against each other, and kept jumping in the money box.
You chase me, it's so lively.
Finally, the power of attraction reached an invisible limit, 'attracting' all kinds of coins in the money box to fly up.
Throw it straight upward next to the special coin that emits golden light.
The gold and silver coins that were handled the most were affixed to the special coins first, followed by other coins that were less circulated.
These coins come together like magnets. Not only do the special coins exert a strong attraction to ordinary gold and silver coins, but they also attract each other and move closer to each other.
What's interesting is that this attraction to coins is irrespective of each other. Not only the coins beside the carriage, but also the coins in the money box on the ground are attracted, and all the coins in the surrounding small space are attracted.
Some of the guards guarding the Baron's safety suddenly felt their belts being pulled, like the worst pickpocket picking out your wallet.
But when the baron's guards looked down, they saw that there was no third hand stealing next to their money bags. It was more like the guys inside the money bags were actively trying to escape from their owners.
This frightened everyone, and it seemed that this was even more frightening to the guards and attendants present than being surrounded and attacked by monsters at this time.
After all, even if there is a battle, it will be the mud-legged militiamen outside who rush to the front line. They, the baron's personal followers, will only fight until the last moment before the battle actually happens.
Fortunately, the baron's guards were able to hold their money bags tightly, but the attendants in the surrounding carriages could only watch in despair as their 'properties' opened the bags containing them and ran out of the carriage as if they had legs. Then it flew up in a whoosh and dropped into more and more coin balls.
Baron Kendall saw the commotion around him and immediately spoke to calm down: "Don't panic, everyone. This is the influence of the divine magic performed by the priests of the God of Wealth Church. The losses will be compensated for later."
The baron was also beating a drum in his heart. It seemed that the large-scale battlefield magical spells performed by this priest of the God of Wealth relied on these precious metal coins to assist in performing them.
‘It’s really a lot of consumption. I hope that after the magic is used, these coins can still be used or found back. ’
But he had no hope.