Chapter 1199

"Well... Shira... People... Can you... Discuss it again?"

On the steps of the heavenly palace, the fairy girl bound by colorful flowers looked at Carl Colin in tears and begged, complaining at the bottom of her heart. Why is she so miserable.

In my impression, it seems that every time I don't remember to be proud after encountering a good thing, I will have another bad luck - yingshou castle, eboden, Shenlin castle, the battle of vimpar in lottel

He was found, caught alive, chased by a dragon, blasted into the sky, chased by Loren Turin, almost killed by an old man wizard who didn't know where he came from, nearly shot his head by the light he didn't know, dug his eyes, pulled out his tongue, and cut off his limbs

Are you really stained with anything unclean?!

The lovely Shira wants to cry without tears, and the tears can only spin in her stomach.

The expressionless Carl Colin was not in the mood to pay attention. He stood on the ruins of the stairs and watched the remaining robes and comrades clean the battlefield and count the casualties.

When fighting with the oath knight, the demon hunter and the night watchman without immortal body are at an absolute disadvantage; But the premise is that those who fight with them must be "normal" oath knights.

The "church Swords" in front of us have long been abnormal.

They can't be killed by the power given by the Holy Cross, but their faith has collapsed. They have long been half the living dead. They can get up and fight by relying on the "puppet play" of the samurai way of the fairy girl. Otherwise, they are just a group of corpses that have life reaction, can breathe and can't rot.

Carl Colin, who was aware of this, quickly began to target - although there were not many people who would, there were always dozens of demon hunters who mastered the curse of "silent dream", which can close the power of the void.

By suppressing the enemy's most important core strength, victory is only a matter of time.

Of course, the price is not small.

Thirty five people were killed, 22 seriously injured, 30 slightly injured... More than half of the casualties.

Even most of the slightly injured are close to the limit - even the improved bright silver sword can't stand to be used all the time no matter how small its mental load is; Despite the casualties, the remaining 30 or 40 people have basically lost their combat capability.

Listening to the report of the demon hunter who was also wounded next to him, Carl Colin said nothing.

"We still underestimated the fighting will of these oath knights, and were too optimistic." the demon hunter reported sighed: "if we hadn't detected and captured the Azor spirit alive in time, I'm afraid there would be no more than one hand standing here now."

"There is no medicine, no extra manpower, the wounded and the dead can only be on the spot... The remaining dozens of people have basically lost their fighting ability. I'm afraid they will be wiped out by another battle of this intensity; I even worry about whether the 300 people can return when they finally come..."

"Go back?"

Looking back expressionless, Carl Colin looked at his comrades in arms behind him: "when we came, we knew what was going on here, so we didn't plan to go back alive; everyone knew, didn't we?"

"That's true." the demon hunter who reported said with a bitter smile, "I think too much - the remaining combat strength needs to rest, and I can continue to fight in a quarter of an hour."

"Ten minutes, and then head for the vault of heaven at once," Carl Colin ordered, turning his eyes to his side.

The elf girl who had been ignored for a long time noticed the other party's line of sight, immediately cheered up, stood up her petite body tied like zongzi, and her face was full of flattery.

"Er... That..."

"On one question, if you don't lie, you'll be on your way." Carl Colin doesn't discuss it with her at all:

"Where is Sergio?"

"Golovin cathedral." the elf girl answered decisively without hesitation. Her eyes still showed a somewhat complex look: "you... Want to stop him?"

"Give up! It's impossible. Don't be delusional - I saw with my own eyes what happened to the last imperial man who dared to stand up and stop him."

Looking at her excited expression, Carl Colin was slightly stunned: "do you... Still worry about the enemy?"

"No, Shira is worried about herself!" the elf girl shook her head. She was desperate, but she was probably not far from death, so she was not afraid: "Lord serlior asked Shira to stay here. If you used to say that Shira would die... No, life should be better than death!"

"Because being watched by Lord Black Cross is more terrible than death. Anyway, it's doomed. Why don't you wait here quietly for death?!"

"Of course, if you succeed, that's another thing, but... It's impossible. You're dead. You, me and everyone... Are dead. It's impossible... No one can stop him!"

"That's not what you should care about."

With a cold reply, Carl Colin turned around and looked at the demon hunters and night watchmen who got up around him. They were bruised and exhausted, and continued to move up the stairs.

"Poof --!"

A slight noise stopped his footsteps.

Looking back, I don't know when the fairy girl untied the rope and stabbed the short knife into her neck.

Looking at the tiny body that fell in a pool of blood and twitched more than once, the people with different expressions said nothing.

"... let's go."

There was a moment's silence, and Carl Colin murmured.

Just then

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The dull voice sounded like thunder in the dome.

At the moment of consternation, people instinctively looked at the huge gray blue vortex above their heads.

No change.

Without waiting for them to feel a little surprised, they thought it was the illusion caused by the force of emptiness, and soon there was another deafening sound.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The surprised demon hunter and the night watchman looked at each other. They didn't know what had happened, and they didn't dare to make their own decisions. They all looked at Carl Colin.

The demon hunter leader with his lips tightly closed was also thinking nervously.

But this sudden power did not give him time to think.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The violent vibration shook the earth under their feet and nearly threw many people off the hill steps.

"It's the heavenly palace!"

A demon hunter who mastered the "spiritual horizon" of the high-level magic spell suddenly shouted, "the source of the fluctuation of the power of the void is the heavenly palace!"

"Are you sure?!" Carl Colin made a quick decision.

"I'm sure, because I'm familiar with the void reaction. It's Lord Isaac Grantham's!" the demon hunter's face raised a surprise, but soon turned into panic:

"But this is not the point. The point is that if he continues like this, he will..."

"What will happen?!"

"Golovin Hill will collapse!"

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"So... I always like dealing with smart people."

In the open main hall, Isaac in the center of the hall was sweating, panting to himself, with a satisfied smile on his face.

At his feet, a huge magic array glittered with gray blue light and was running in an orderly way.

Usually, this special magic array always needs a lot of seal cutting runes, special materials and huge void force. A mystic wizard can't play at all... But this time is an exception.

The force of emptiness that permeates the air is the best medium of transmission;

The bodies and blood of the dead corroded by the power of the void are the best materials for depicting runes - they are much simpler than bronze or silver. Even a mystical wizard without the power to bind chickens can complete the outline of the magic array.

Lying in the center of the magic array, Isaac's expression with his limbs stretched is unspeakable satisfaction.

"The so-called smart people... You don't have to worry about what stupid problems they will make and what dispensable things they will do - try your best to guess. Finally, you find that things are simpler than you think. All things are in vain. That sense of powerlessness... Oh, that's why I hate potatoes so much!"

Isaac, talking to himself, pouted and shook his head:

"But you're different, aren't you? You're a smart man, smart enough to be unique; you know what's meaningful and what's meaningless - you may not guess I'll show up, but you can certainly know that some of your actions are hidden."

"The turbulent tide of demons and the scattered power of emptiness... The mentally retarded and fools may regard this as a hell devil. They love to believe this; but these are just phenomena, right? It's not what you meant, but an inevitable phenomenon."

"Nobles want their eyes to be higher than the top, so that others can know that they are a big man at a glance; businessmen need to be rich, so that people can think that they have money to do business with them. As for the farmers... Roaring, pretending to be poor and selling miserably is a good play, I know, because I am a farmer!"

Roar

The low roar sounded. The rotten corpse devil, who was already dying, was awakened by the sudden force of emptiness, opened his eyes and struggled to climb out of the pile of bones.

Almost at the first glance, it saw the food lying not far in front of it, struggling to climb over it bit by bit with eager scarlet eyes.

"If you need to do this, you will do it. It's a simple truth - why do you want to change the appearance of Golovin hill? The great black cross is great and needs others to look up 90 degrees?"

"No... no, no, no, no, because you can't completely open the two barriers. You need to keep yourself and the Holy Grail as close to the crack of the vortex as possible, that's all."

While muttering to himself, Isaac raised his legs and kicked the rotten corpse devil who was still alive and struggling to get up back to his place. The sole of the boot separated from the sole of his foot was perfectly stuck on the rotten corpse devil's face, and he couldn't pick it off.

"You have insight into all the laws of the world and used the power of emptiness to change the appearance of Golovin Hill - but such a rough means also reveals that you are not very good at fine work. You can only complete such great achievements as filling sand with water and kneading mud."

"So... How to do it well?" Isaac showed a confused expression: "the only solution is to drain the emptiness force injected into the hills, but it requires a very complex process and very careful operation; where to find such a powerful, talented and unique person who is proficient in the material world and emptiness?"

He deliberately paused for ten seconds, as if there were really listening audiences waiting for his answer.

Because the audience really exists.

In the messy hall, the void force gradually began to accumulate - more and more void forces were pulled out of the golovon hill by the magic array. There was no time to overflow, so they accumulated here and began to attach to the dead bones.

Stabbed... Stabbed... Stabbed

The body twitched and the sound of broken meat bouncing became louder and clearer; The agitated pile of bones seemed to be the whole hall alive; Once again, the dried blood and pus overflowed and poured onto the hall floor covered by the magic array.

"Yes, Isaac Grantham... Who else can do this except me?" the complacent Isaac made no secret of his mood:

"If I use magic against magic, then my power of emptiness can't beat you. Er... It should be said that no one can win an old scum who lived last year and basically mixed in the emptiness. There's no doubt about it."

"But on the contrary, even you can't stop or erase your own power, because this is the basis of your foundation and existence - so long as you make good use of the attachment of the forces of emptiness, squeeze them out of the Golovin hills, complete the materialization and become the real existing power..."

"These forces will overflow, collapse, become or adhere to the essence of existence... Because this is the force of emptiness. They cannot exist without dependence, just like dead words, things and languages that no longer exist, and the words describing them will die."

"This is my battle, the battlefield I choose, the way I fight - not killing and destruction, but facts and practice have proved that in the transformation from the power of emptiness to material, I......"

"Better than you!"

The dead corpse demons struggled to get up from the ground one by one, twitching and shaking like a string puppet; More and more dense figures surrounded the lonely Isaac in the center.

Unconsciously, the mysterious wizard still stood in the center of his masterpiece, opened his arms like embracing the sun, and stared up at the ceiling above his head.

What filled his eyes was an undisguised provocation.

It was a wizard who was born in the countryside, changed his life against the sky by himself, studied wisdom and mastered the truth, and... Provoked the God above.

"When the magic array is completely completed, the mountain you forcibly changed will return to its original shape, and your previous arrangement will fall short - unless you can defeat Loren Turin and take another holy grail from his hand..."

"In the name of Isaac Grantham, you can't open two barriers in front of me!"