Chapter 141 Sacrifice (Please Subscribe)

"The forbidden object... the coffin... has been unsealed!"

"Hip-hop hahaha..."

Alais looked at the art-like coffin in front of him. Dozens of fluorescent sapphires were revealed on the silver-white box. The twisted and complex patterns used these sapphires as nodes and extended upward to connect to the top of the coffin. The coffin lid is connected to the starry sky pattern.

"It's so beautiful," Alais stretched out his right hand and gently touched the coffin, "This is what can bring me back to life..."

The malice around him seemed to be responding to his joy. Countless small black lightnings snaked around, slowly spreading throughout the confessional, and even penetrated outside the church, faintly trying to connect with those who fell from the sky and struck at the priesthood. The ultimate malice of the army of enemies.

Snap.

Old Jack waved his hand and deployed an energy shield to resist those tiny lightning bolts, with a flash of pain on his face.

Too many people died tonight...

Seventeen years ago, with the acquiescence of Bishop Andrews, Old Ernst coerced some senior officials of the Noble Council and Parliament to design a plan to eliminate the Secret Service, with the purpose of making Alais bow his head and compromise.

The result was as they wished. The Secret Service suffered heavy losses and Alais was seriously injured. He could only rely on the protection of Samir Stanik, the governor of the city-state.

What they didn't know was that since then, Alais had been determined to liquidate everything...

Old Jack knows all this.

But he still couldn't let go when he saw the disaster that swept the entire Castor city-state, saw the tragic death of countless ordinary people, saw the nobles being severely damaged, the decline of the parliament, and the overthrow of the dawn.

Thinking of this, Old Jack gently placed Claire's body on the oak table behind him, looking at her intact head and feet, as well as the twisted body that had been drained of bloodless moisture by the huge force.

"Want to start?"

"Of course, of course." Alais turned around with a strange and dark smile on his lips, his hand still resting on the coffin, "After Tina and the others defeat the army of priests..."

"Um."

"Let's go, it's time to go to the last place..."

Old Jack sighed softly and followed him out of the confessional.

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"Damn, why, why did he come here?"

Baron Seth looked at the corpses scattered on the ground in horror. There were nobles, city guards, and shadow killers. Without exception, their heads were separated from their bodies. There was even a big smile left on their faces. The corners of his mouth were grinning to the base of his ears, as if he was welcoming death with joy.

"Hmph, Heiye is an old crazy woman. She stays up all night and beats the black drum with her hand..."

"Hey, hey, the sun is like a squinting eye, swaying all day long, causing fire, causing the ground to sink..."

"Ouch, the storm is just like a horse and a bug, hooking up with dead ghosts and giving birth to babies one by one..."

And that abominable clown, while dancing lightly and humming an unpleasant song, threw the head he was holding in his hand as if he was tired of playing with it.

Baron Seth felt his whole body trembling, both from the fear of losing control of the forbidden object and from the worry that their plan might fail this time.

"Count, yes, Lord Count Ernst, he must have expected it. Let's go!"

With that said, he quickly ran towards the parliament hall.

The same goes for other nobles who were lucky enough to survive. They wished they could stay away from that damn out-of-control taboo.

"Hehehehe, I miss home too, Tina..."

The clown laughed and gradually approached the Cathedral of Krims. He saw the clergymen covered in golden light. He laughed louder and even waved to them in a friendly manner.

"The performance is wonderful, the audience likes it very much, and you all like it too... hip-hop..."

In the eyes of the clown, everything around him is within the scope of the theater. He is just running from one stage to another, and the audience naturally changes one after another.

"Praise the dawn, pray for your blessing and glory, and bring down your greatness..."

The clergymen in the square outside the church were still exerting their faith with all their strength, praying to the Lord of the Dawn to send down his holy favor and drive away the terrifying figure opposite.

But as the clown approached, the priests at the front were shocked to find that they could not speak or move. They could not even turn their eyes to check the dangers around them. They could only stand there blankly, desperately facing the black lightning. Advent.

Boom!

The collision of black lightning and golden light stirred up a violent tornado, and along with it, the corpses of the priests who were controlled by the clown and killed by lightning spread out in all directions.

"Um?!"

"careful!!"

The priests at the rear, especially the ascetics standing in the middle, saw the large number of dead people in front and more and more guardian knights standing still without the protection of the dawn, and they quickly shouted: "There is a strange force appearing. !”

"Is that that person dressed as a clown?"

Among the crowd, there were also priests who had seen the clown lose control before. After seeing the figure jumping in the distance and overlapping the figure in the terrifying scene in their memory, they couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's the forbidden object losing control." !”

"out of control?!"

"Everyone, stay back and be careful not to scatter!"

"Stay away, stay away, and absolutely cannot be approached by him, otherwise we will all die!"

I saw the team of priests to which Li Ming belonged, following the order, they took one step, two steps back uniformly...

However, their movement did not affect the singing of praises, and the light of dawn above their heads followed them steadily away from the demon clown.

But obviously, this is just slow death.

More and more clergymen were affected by the clown's loss of control, and were struck down by the black lightning falling from the clouds. The power of faith dissipated, their eyes lost their luster, and their bodies turned into a corpse-like pale color, standing straight on the spot.

When the army of clergymen moving behind saw this scene, they were filled with despair and wanted to escape far away from the Krimos Cathedral.

"Hold on, don't be chaotic, believe in the blessing of the dawn, believe in Bishop Andrews, and believe that His Majesty Alternate Carly will come to the rescue!"

The leader of the clergy shouted loudly, encouraging everyone.

The auxiliaries at the rear also released the power of faith from time to time, concentrating on the guardian knights and ascetic monks in the front. The warm dawn light instantly dispelled the fear, hesitation and other negative emotions in their hearts.

"The night will pass, but the dawn will last forever..."

Only the demon clown showed some dissatisfaction when he saw the corpse in the square. His big red nose wrinkled ferociously between his eyes, and he stared fiercely at the clergy who kept retreating and evacuating.

“Where’s my audience?!”

"Keep the audience here, all of them, no, even one!!"

"Damn it, you - uh, it's okay..."

The clown noticed that the huge shadow in the sky focused on him. He shrank subconsciously and muttered a few words in Gonzalez.

The huge phantom looked at the weird posture of the demon clown, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, "The mighty Turing Empire... Be a clown, and you really have it, Arnold."

Faintly hearing this voice, the clown quickened his steps and chased after the priests.

"Tina, I miss home..."

The girl in mid-air did not pay attention to all this, her eyes were always fixed on Krims Cathedral.

As the priests continued to retreat, she was also pulled into the square by the black lightning, and the surrounding subsidence and lava also spread to the bottom of the cathedral.

But under the resistance of some kind of force, the cathedral that had stood for who knows how many years was still intact, without even a trace of shock.

Gradually, Tina seemed to be impatient with this. She waved her hands for the first time, pulling out several black lightnings that attacked the clergy army and struck down towards the cathedral.

呲——

But the moment those lightning strikes the wall, a layer of sacred light appears over the church.

The shadow behind Tina stared at the Krimos Cathedral with huge eyes, seeming to see through the scenes inside, including the prayer hall, the empty confessional, the devout believers hiding deep underground in the church, and the chapel... …

"Lord of the Dawn..."

When Xuying saw the statue in the chapel, he curled his lips in disdain, raised his hands, and the terrifying power of disaster came from the void, turning into black lightning and condensing on the girl with white hair and black eyes.

"...Despair, darkness..."

The sounds of Gonzalez's language were blessed with terrifying malice on those lightning bolts, forming black lines one after another on Tina's body and face. Finally, between her eyebrows, a mark with countless twisted and complex lines slowly appeared. Emerge slowly.

Tina calmly stared at somewhere in the cathedral and murmured: "Calamity, I am Calamity...an ominous body, the shadow that overturns the world. Brother, I may...not be able to go back..."

The sound dissipated, and the mark was deeply imprinted on her eyebrows - black lines twisted and overlapped like lightning, forming a vertical pupil-shaped pattern.

"Eye of Disaster, giggle..."

Seeing her appearance, the huge phantom couldn't help but reveal a smile on its face, and a silver bell-like laughter resounded throughout the entire Custer city-state.

The terrifying malice spread out from the center of the church, and the entire city began to shake. Cracks appeared one after another, as if they were going to swallow Custer whole.

The clouds in the sky became darker, and the looming red moon completely disappeared. The entire city-state also became darker, with only a few candles and the firelight from the spewing magma illuminating the surroundings.

"The Forbidden Era, what a travesty -"

For the first time, Tina's face showed an emotional change, from calm to completely cold. She seemed to be indifferent to everything happening around her. As her hands danced, the lightning wings behind her turned into long black whips, sweeping towards Krim. St. John's Cathedral, a bright shadow flashed in those black pupils, which seemed to be a furry doll.

"Tina...I miss home."

She wielded the lightning whip and hit the cathedral again and again, weakening the sacred light above. From time to time, some walls fell off, and thick stones turned into stone powder and dissipated.

At this time, the army of clergymen who resisted her had already left the church, and each of them looked desperate. They seemed to have foreseen that the cathedral would be reduced to ruins under the power of the little girl.

"Dawn, please help us..."

"Dawn, pray for your light..."

"dawn!"

Whether they are guardian knights, ascetics, or auxiliary priests, they are constantly praying for miracles.

"Dawn is coming? He is so busy, why would he care about you? Let's come and watch a show and let me give you a wonderful performance, laughing and joking..."

The demon clown was still chasing them relentlessly, as if he was determined to turn them into qualified audiences and watch his theater performances.

Snapped,

Snapped,

He snapped two fingers with his left hand, and his body suddenly appeared next to several unable to move guardian knights. The short knife in his hand slashed across their necks, and his other hand held the head of one of them firmly.

"Don't move, don't move, your head is going to fall off..."

Under the desperate look in the guardian knight's eyes, the clown's hand seemed to shake accidentally and he took off his head, "Sorry, sorry, I'll put it back on for you right now, I..."

Plop.

He looked at these guardian knights lying down weakly, their heads rolling far away, and he couldn't help showing an annoyed expression on his face. He held the heads in his hands, with his face pressed against his face, and said apologetically: "You shouldn't resent me, right? "

"God, please send down divine punishment and kill that infidel!"

"He, damn it!"

"..."

Without Tina's restraint, the glory on the heads of the priests could no longer be maintained. They glared at the chilling appearance of the demon clown and wished they could scratch him one by one.

"sacred!"

"dawn!"

"Purify!"

One after another, the holy light of dawn shot at the clown, trying to purify him completely.

Although they all know that neither the power of faith nor the extraordinary power is likely to have an effect on forbidden objects, the sacrifice of their companions at this time makes them just want to vent the anger in their hearts.

"Oh? What a beautiful light. It's interesting. It would look great if used to decorate a theater..."

The clown narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth again, and showed a terrifying smile. As he danced, he kept closing the distance between him and the priest.

Anyone who comes close to him will have their heads removed irresistibly and become a corpse.

"sacrifice!"

At this time, a cold voice sounded in front of everyone, and a huge black sword light was seen slashing towards the clown.

"Um?"

The clown noticed the attack, and a flash of realization flashed through his blood-red eyes. He made an evasive action for the first time, avoiding the slash, and stared at the oncoming person.

"Sacrifice... is really an underwhelming ability..."

I saw Kali's figure appearing in front of the cleric, with the black two-handed sword in front of her.

"Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty the Candidate Saint?"

"Your Majesty Carly!"

When all the clergy saw her figure, their faces were filled with joy, as if they saw hope.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Carly turned her head and looked back, looking at the guardian knights behind her who suffered heavy casualties, "Please leave the next battle to me, but I need your help..."

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"I need some people," Carly lowered her head slightly, with a faint smile on her lips, "take the initiative to return to the embrace of Dawn!"

"return?"

"This sacrifice?"

All the priests couldn't believe their ears. Looking at Carly in front of them, they felt for the first time that this candidate for the Holy Maiden was unfamiliar.

If you take the initiative to return, isn't that a voluntary sacrifice?

"I don't understand, Your Majesty, why?" In the crowd, the leader of the guardian knight wearing heavy armor asked in a deep voice.

"Sorry, in order to gain the power to defeat the enemy, someone has to make sacrifices."

"This..." The knight commander looked at the priests around him hesitantly. Voluntary sacrifice and passive death are two different things, especially when the reason is unclear.

"Hehehaha... The so-called sacrifice means devoting everything you poor people have to the dawn?" The clown stretched out a finger and said with a smile: "It includes sacrificing your lives and beliefs together."

"Is that so? Your Majesty?"

After hearing his words, the expressions of all the priests changed slightly. Could such a strange ability be an ability in the Dawn belief system?

"Yes!" Carly nodded coldly, "Dedicate everything and sacrifice everything to rekindle the glory of the dawn!"

This is the power of the saintly authority that she clearly understands, sacrifice, dedication, and perhaps adding the word "dawn" in front of it.

"Decide. If you don't want to, then evacuate Custer. The Krimos Cathedral is about to fall..."

"I do!" The leader of the guardian knights glanced around, his eyes stopped on the thousands of corpses of the guardian knights in front of him who were killed by the clown and Tina, and said solemnly: "If I can protect everyone, I am willing to sacrifice!"

"I do too!"

"And I……"

In the distance, the smile on the clown's face remained unchanged, as if he had already anticipated the choice of these Dawn Church believers, "It's such a touching scene. I wonder if that bastard Orpheus will jump out happily if he knows about it."

"But come on, come on, the stage has been set, all that's left is you lovely audience members. Well, a show with the theme of sacrifice... a good idea!"

Carly ignored the clown's taunt, turned around and looked at the clergymen and nodded, "Believe me, I will lead you to defeat all enemies."

In fact, although she only understands part of the power of authority, she can still choose any Priest of the Dawn to dedicate to the Great Dawn.

Originally, Carly didn't have to explain this, but she still wanted to see what choices these Dawn believers would make, whether they would choose to escape, or choose to die to resist evil like the teacher...

"There is not much time. After repelling him, we must quickly rescue the believers in the church and then evacuate the city of Custer. Everything that happened here is beyond our capabilities..."

"Everything is decided by Your Majesty!"

With the candidate Saint Kali around, these priests seemed to have found their backbone, and even if they had to sacrifice some of their lives, they still felt at ease.

Carly no longer hesitated, waving the black sword in her hand and rushed towards the clown.

There was no golden brilliance on her body, and there was only a layer of black that looked like disaster lightning. But if you look closely, you could see that there were faint traces of blood red in the black.

"Hehehahaha...here he comes, hehehe, it's great, I'm looking forward to this performance..."

The clown stood on tiptoes and turned around lightly, appearing behind Carly. With his back to her, he stabbed out the short knife in his hand lightly.

Dang!

Kali pulled back sideways, blocking the short knife with her big sword, and the black light on her body drew a thin black line, taking away the life of a priest behind her.

She is far less powerful than the Joker, but with the help of some authority and absorbing the life sacrifices of the clergy, she temporarily has the power to compete with the Joker.

During a brief pause, excitement flashed across the clown's face, and his eyes widened.

Because, he has seen the sight of the priests in the distance - they are all watching them fight, no, perform.

"This is the feeling, this is the feeling, look at me, stay for me, let me complete this wonderful performance, it's great..."

When, when, when...

The clown's body trembled, his hands turned into afterimages, and he moved around Carly with strange steps, drawing out a series of sword lights with cold murderous intent.

"sacrifice!"

Carly wielded the black sword clumsily with both hands, barely resisting the clown's attack, and absorbing the power of authority to grow rapidly.

But almost every time he resisted the short sword, a priest's life would be taken away. In just a few seconds, dozens of clergymen lowered their hands and lowered their heads, closing their eyes forever.

"The night will pass, but the dawn will last forever..."

Each of the priests looked solemn. Although their companions died from time to time, they still sang the hymn of the dawn without expression and watched the battle between Carly and the Joker calmly, as if they were really watching a wonderful performance. .

"Great, this is how I want to feel, this is-"

The clown was excited and incoherent. While waving the dagger, he took a step forward with his left leg, and took a step backward with his right leg in a strange direction. The two clowns were actually separated.

"Great show! Hip-hop!"

The two clowns rushed towards Carly at the same time, and the four daggers drew a line of light, surrounding her tightly.

Scars began to appear on Carly's body, and bits of blood stained her dress that represented the identity of the candidate saint. With only a big sword, she could no longer resist the clown's attack.

"Dawn, sacrifice!"

As she solemnly shouted this sacred word, the black light on her body instantly turned into hundreds, taking away the lives of hundreds of priests. The black sword suddenly swelled a bit, and a blood-red line came from the sword. The handle extends to the tip of the sword, like a blood groove for the sword.

"The light of devotion!"

Carly shouted loudly, wielding her new sword and slashing at one of the clowns. The black thread gathered around her body twisted and tied up the clown behind her.

In just an instant, the situation was turned around!

"oh?"

The clown stared at the big sword, but did not dodge, letting the big sword pass through his body and cut him in two. But the strange thing is that no blood appeared. The two halves of the body jumped to both sides, and two voices appeared in everyone's ears.

"Hee...magic-body cutting!"

Immediately afterwards, the two halves of the clown's body each formed a new body, and another clone emerged. Together with the clown who was tied up with black thread, three clowns suddenly appeared in the field.

"call……"

Carly watched them, her heart becoming a little anxious. She could feel the struggle coming from the black lines behind her. She believed that the clown tied up by her would break free in a moment.

The clown also stopped, and the two clones bowed slightly and saluted around them, "Thank you everyone for watching, and don't go away. The wonderful show continues."

"Hehehehaha..."

"Pray for the light of dawn to come..."

For a time, the entire Suit Avenue was filled with the shrill laughter of the clown and the majestic hymns of the priests, as well as the increasingly solid black light on Carly's body.

On the roof of a low house not far away, Euan stared at Carly silently, "Carly..."

It's great that she has grown up.

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At the same time, in a corner on one side of the square, Old Jack and Alais looked at the bodies of the clergymen and counted them silently.

"One thousand, two thousand, three thousand... it should be about the same, Alais."

Old Jack raised his head and looked in the direction of the church, "Did you put that doll in the church?"

"Um."

Alais nodded. The malicious lightning on his body had disappeared, his hair turned completely silver-white, his face was much older than before, and his body was hunched up to hold up the red uniform that represented the director of the Secret Service Department.

"No wonder..." Old Jack shook his head and turned to look at him, "Let's start. In a while, the battle over there will be over."

"good,"

Alais dragged his weak body, step by step towards the resuscitated coffin, pushed open the top coffin lid, turned over and fell into the coffin, then he stretched out his right hand to squeeze out the last strength, and a flash of lightning penetrated his heart, Take away the last bit of his life.

"Please...Jack..."

Old Jack silently pushed up the coffin lid, stretched out his hand and felt a trace of supernatural power, activating the nebula pattern on the top of the coffin.

A bright and dazzling light soared into the sky instantly!

"As you said, resurrection is to get rid of all darkness, Alais..."

There is one more chapter, it’s quite late, so don’t wait.