C324 Opening of the holy war

All the Holy Knights were looking forward to this moment. They had been nervous for several days, and if this day had come earlier, then they would have been able to get out of this predicament earlier, either to rest or to return to the embrace of God.

All of them were rubbing their fists and wiping their palms, the weapons in their hands shining brightly. They were going to use their own strength to protect the holy city, to protect the last piece of pure land with their own hearts, even though they were very tired right now.

On the Demonic Island, Chen Yuyang stared at the eight arrays and laughed: "Come, come, the battle is about to begin. Old Wolf, do you feel the blood in your body boiling up, and want to go up and take care of it?"

The Ash Wolf laughed, "Of course. Watching others fight makes my heart itch!"

Chen Yuyang lightly tapped on the Eight Diagrams, only to see that the area on the Eight Diagrams where the Pope's Guards secretly arranged for him had already started to collapse, and immediately opened up a huge hole, like a big mouth, engulfing the lives of countless of imperial guards. They didn't even have time to call out.

Chen Yuyang looked at the eight array diagrams: "Old Wolf, did you see that? A battle has to be fought at a price! "

In fact, Chen Yuyang could completely erase the Vatican from the Eight Diagram. As long as the Golden Crow Divine Sun Primordial Fire descends, the Vatican would quickly turn into a sea of fire, before eventually turning into ashes. However, he did not want to do this. Doing this would make things too easy for the Strigoi, and at the same time, the Vatican's thousand years of wealth would be destroyed.

On top of the huge city gates, several large cannon emplacements had been set up, and Mozart's figure had also appeared in the vicinity of the Vatican. He did not want to use any sort of sneak attack this time; he wanted to enter the Vatican through its gates in a proper manner.

This tower was over 10 metres tall, so it was nothing in front of a race that could fly. Mozart said with a trembling voice, "Old thing, come out! Old thing, come out! This emperor has already arrived. This time, I am going to announce this to the world and let everyone see how I will enter your Vatican step by step! "

The Pope, who was still in the Vatican City, heard Mozart's voice. He was stunned for a moment before furiously shouting, "Mozart, you don't know what's good for you!"

A hundred thousand Strigoi had already appeared in front of the Vatican's gates. They were in a massive formation, and it looked like a dark mass. Mozart wasn't wearing his favorite tuxedo tonight, but a red cape. He wore the crown of the Strigoi on his head.

Just as the great army of the Blood Tribe was about to enter the city, a series of gunshots rang out. The gates of the Vatican were opened, and armored warriors and a few cavalrymen poured out from all directions. They held spears in their hands and white horses at their sides. However, whether it was the people or the horses, both of them had silver armor on their bodies, making them appear exceptionally handsome.

The Vatican, Holy Church, had been passed down for a thousand years, not as a decoration. In a thousand years, the Holy See's system had become very complete, and in a few thousand years, the Blood Tribe and the Holy Church had both fought and fought, but the Blood Tribe had never won. From the first generation of the Holy Son, Jesus, the Blood Tribe was suppressed everywhere.

Even the once most outstanding Blood Emperor, Alexander, had stopped his battle with the Church to the east and west. But today, the fate of the Church and the Strigoi was about to be changed.

At this moment, Mozart could be said to be in a frenzy. Thousands of years of wish was about to be fulfilled in his body, he would become the greatest emperor in the entire history of the Blood Tribe, and would also become the ruler of Europe. He would thoroughly defeat this gigantic ship that had been passed down for thousands of years.

Prince Philip looked down at the group of holy knights with doubt, and felt a fighting spirit he had never felt before. It was the feeling of burning his blood, and he asked, "Great Emperor, please let me be the vanguard! I want to use the name of Satan to destroy all the forces in front of us! "

Mozart nodded and said, "Go, Prince Philip, we believe in you. You will create miracles!"

He was equipped with a purple and gold crown, and there was never such a resolute look in his eyes. He made a gesture with his hand, then said to the Holy Knights below, "Paladins, my children, you are the bravest of them all. The Lord is the protector of this place, can you let this group of dark bugs invade the Lord's holy land?"

The holy knights shouted in unison, "No! No! No!"

The Pope raised his voice and said, "Then what are you waiting for? Use the power that the Lord has bestowed upon you, use the holy sword in your hands to cut through the thorns, smooth out the darkness, find the light, and remember that you are the children of the Lord, you are the most loyal servants of the Lord, and that you will ascend to heaven, the beautiful gate of Eden is opening wide for you, and the Lord will be proud of you! "

Mozart looked at the Pope who was standing in the distance under the moonlight. He sneered and said in a low voice, "This old bastard, the Pope, is he still playing this game? It is only when these poor slaves are dead that they know that the gates of Eden will never open for mortals like them! "

Angry roars shook the entire world. The largest Holy War in Western history had erupted, the Holy See and the Strigoi. These were the enemies of the past thousand years. Now, they wanted to turn their anger that had accumulated for thousands of years into a three-foot-long blade. They wanted to use blood and slaughter to resolve this dispute that had lasted for thousands of years.

The Holy Knight Legion was already prepared for the charge, and the Holy Knight Legion was right behind them. As for the close combat troops of the Pope, they were already behind the formation of the Strigoi, preparing for a pincer attack. However, there were too many Strigoi.

In fact, the Strigoi only needed to remember one word, and that was the pile of people. The pile of people was much more direct, effective, and terrifying than the various powers of the Church.

The holy archers on the tower were already prepared, their holy arrows already on the bowstring. As long as the Pope gave the order, these archers would shoot out ten thousand arrows, piercing through the formation of the Strigoi, piercing through the lives of the Strigoi. They firmly believed that the final victory in battle was their own, belonging to the Lord, belonging to the proud Church.

The Pope saw that everyone was ready, so he ordered the archers on the tower, "Children of the Lord, let the Lord see your pride! "Ready, oblique fire at 45 °, shoot!"

With the command given, the silver arrows began to shoot towards the Strigoi. Mozart thought to himself, "Damn brother, that old pope really does have some skill!" As he thought of this, he turned around and arrived high in the sky. Darkness began to shine on his body.

Mozart placed his hands on his chest, feet apart, and chanted an ancient blood incantation. Finally, he said, "Dark Elf, please bestow upon me the power of Satan, and let the darkness forever envelop the earth. The light of the moon is dim and speechless, the Dark Holy Light!"

Countless rays of darkness began to envelop the whole place, and even Haoyue's brilliance was enveloped by the darkness. Gradually, all that was left of him was an incomplete shadow, which carried an incomparably mysterious feeling. A black shield of light began to envelop the Strigoi, repelling the incoming arrows. The arrows rained down one after another, but were blocked by the shield of light and then disappeared into nothingness.

The Pope became anxious. He raised the scepter in his hand and said, "Holy Knights, Holy Knights, prepare, attack!"

When these medieval cavalry and infantry started charging, another round of arrows started to fall from the sky. As the black light gradually dimmed down, many arrows had already deeply pierced into the bodies of the Strigoi, letting out mournful sounds. Mozart immediately felt a little helpless.

In the past, the Holy War had always been launched by the Church, who had attacked their castle. He had also used this type of rain of arrows before, but now, he had become someone else's target. However, he couldn't think about this right now. First, he had to eliminate these archers. Otherwise, the losses of the Strigoi would be quite terrifying.

As he thought of this, Mozart who was in the sky raised his hand again. He looked towards the distance and said, "The power of darkness has given me unlimited possibilities. The rose is waning. Rise!"

Enormous purple roses began to appear on the city gate tower, and many archers were swallowed up by these huge corrosive roses, leaving behind piles of bloody skeletons. This scene caused everyone to feel a chill run down their spines, and made them tremble in fear.

It was not the first or second time he had fought against Mozart, but he had never seen him use such a move before, nor did he expect that Mozart's cultivation had reached such a level. Among the top five God Level experts in the world, Mozart should be able to be ranked first.

It was only now that the Pope understood that Mozart had gone all out. He raised his scepter, and lines of wrinkles appeared on his aged face. His originally powerless eyes began to emit a strange glow as he heard the Pope saying, "The Lord's radiance shines on the earth, dispersing all darkness and evil. Go, Holy City!"

A palace faintly appeared in the sky above the city gate tower, then it enveloped the city gate tower, dispersing the purple roses that were still blooming, the withering of the roses was interrupted just like that. Mozart sneered, no longer saying anything, only looking at the battlefield below.

Black and white mixed together. The ten Holy Knights, with countless people charging from below, along with the continuous rain of arrows from the city gate tower. This kind of battle had caused the blood tribe to suffer a great loss, leaving them with only seventy to eighty thousand people left.

The ten Holy Knights, together with the Holy Archers and the Pope Guards, there were no less than thirty thousand of them. Now that they had been reduced by half, a streak of silvery-white light could be seen below them, followed by an overwhelming amount of magical energy.

Chen Yuyang was currently experiencing this world-shaking battle on the Demon Island, and even the Ash Wolf on the side was dumbfounded. He didn't think that the battle between the Church and the Blood Tribe had reached such a degree, he originally thought little of them, and felt that their battle was just child's play.

Chen Yuyang chuckled, "Old Wolf, to change your position as a member of the Demonic Wolf Army with the Blood Tribe, how many people will you lose?"