Elf Archer of Life in Another World

One of the principalities on the westernmost side of the Gaia continent is called Akre. It faces the sea on one side and has a pleasant climate. The royal family is wealthy and the civilian life is stable. It is tens of thousands of miles away from the center of disputes on the mainland - the place where the three tribes meet.

Far away, it has been a peaceful and stable pure land for only a few hundred years.

Spring has not yet fully emerged at this time, and the early summer breeze is blowing gently from the sea. The roads in the towns are bustling with pedestrians, and the farmers in the countryside are wearing coarse cloth and wiping the sweat from their foreheads with their mud-stained cuffs.

, sitting in small groups under the big tree with green leaves, telling crude jokes in a rough voice, discussing the lord's taxes this year and the girl next door who was taken away last night to digest the lunch they just ate.

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On the side of a country road shaded by green trees, a white-painted church with a steeple stands quietly there. Farmers and women coming and going will curiously glance at the closed wooden door, and then seem to see it through the dark window.

The god glared impatiently, jerked his neck, hurriedly took a few steps forward, and then turned back unwillingly, looking over his shoulder, always cautiously peeking seven or eight times before giving up.

About two days ago, maybe three days ago, this church, which is most familiar to the villagers, closed its doors. The scheduled baptisms and wedding blessings were all crossed out from the notice board, and the morning prayers and evening prayers were all crossed out.

There is no sound from singing hymns, if it is not used during the day

The bells that came to remind the villagers to pray would still ring as scheduled. Everyone thought that this place was suddenly attacked by ghosts and undead. Otherwise, why would the entire church suddenly become quiet, not even a footstep could be heard, and even the lights could not be lit at night?

No lights can be seen.

Not only the villagers here are not used to it, but the bishops and priests who were ordered to stay in the church for meditation are also not used to this deserted life that is suddenly out of the public eye. Without the envious and respectful smiles of the farmers and women, they

I just felt that the statues of gods in the lobby were all in disgrace, and the scriptures that I had recited were also a bit quarrelsome. Today's noon meal time was over, everyone greeted each other listlessly, and then returned to their respective bedrooms to "retreat" and secretly pondered.

The evening menu.

Three days ago, late in the afternoon, a supreme message from the Pope's Hall flew from the sky to this church. The young bishop, who had never received such an honor in person, shook excitedly several times before he saw the Pope clearly.

The content of the decree was carried out in compliance with it without any explanation.

Recall the scattered missionaries, close the door tightly, and do not send people to walk around at will in the near future. Just wait patiently for the subsequent orders.

The young bishop first read the assigned task clearly, and then read it carefully word for word with disappointment. He frowned and conveyed to the gathered priests and the villagers who came to join in the fun what was happening in the north.

Invasion of the Undead also revealed the connotations of two or three of these edicts.

Meaning, he used words to scare away the ignorant villagers, and sincerely and deeply urged the priests under this church to discipline themselves, pray sincerely for the people of the world, so that the God of Creation can bless them and drive the souls of the dead to the north again as soon as possible.

, in fact, he was not that worried at all.

Acre is still far from the northern border. If the undead army can reach here, I am afraid that the Papal State in front will also fall.

However, that is the Papal State. It is the Papal State with the glory of the Creator God and the majesty of the Pope. How could it fall into the hands of some ugly undead?

The little bishop who returned to his bedroom also felt that the three days of silent retreat had been a waste of time. He took out the edict from the drawer in the middle of the desk and carefully scrutinized the few lines of text to see if he could find out anything.

"The implication" is to allow yourself to be flexible and open the door of the church to ventilate before the summer comes.

The little bishop, who had his back against the floor-to-ceiling window, suddenly felt that the flat tabletop in front of him was flashing brightly and darkly, as if there were many people wandering around outside the window, making the afternoon sunlight turbid.

Putting the gold-sprinkled silk scroll in his hand on the table, the little bishop frowned and turned around, wanting to see who was so bold and dared to sneak around in front of his window.

The moment his eyes moved into the corner of his eyes in the direction he turned his head, the glass embedded in the window frame happened to be like a crystal lotus in full bloom. Countless transparent shards flew away. The little bishop subconsciously raised his arms to block his eyes.

, but one of his eyelids was still scratched by the glass fragments coming towards him.

Before the cry for help that had rushed to his throat could be uttered, a series of torches were thrown in from the open window, and screams and screams rang in his ears. The little bishop made a quick decision, crouched down and hid behind the chair, and turned his head.

He reached out and opened the drawer on the right side of the desk, groping for a tightly sealed jade-colored scroll.

This is a warning scroll. His small church in the countryside has limited manpower and no powerful people. At the moment, he can only try his best to protect himself and ask for help from the cathedral in the nearby town, hoping that they will send someone quickly.

The scroll was roughly opened, leaving behind several bloody and dazzling bright red fingerprints. The white light flew out of the window. The little bishop couldn't help but look in the direction of the white light. Suddenly he broke out in a cold sweat and panicked.

He sat down on the ground, his eyelids throbbing and tingling.

Under the bright and dazzling sunshine in the afternoon, the white light calling for help was extremely eye-catching, just because there was a huge black shadow flying across the sky, its outstretched wings brought a gust of wind, and the narrow golden eyes inadvertently glanced over, facing away.

The outline of the sun's rays is more dazzling than the sun's disk.

Giant dragon, this is a giant dragon, another giant dragon?

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In this secret room deep in the Pope's Hall, Adam's eyes suddenly looked at a thin crack that appeared on the sole of the statue's foot.

The cracks as thin as spider silk snaked upwards. By the time they reached the knees, they were as thick as cotton threads. They reached the waist. A finger could be stuffed into the cracks. The white wooden body inside the statue could also be seen.

Clearly.

Adam stretched out his right hand and spread it out. His staff fell into the palm of his hand. The light flashed slightly and he accepted the distress signals that appeared out of thin air. The fingertips of his left hand placed by his side recorded these signals from all over Gaia continent bit by bit.

The number of signals sent back from the church painted the map of Gaia's church distribution map in his mind in patches of darkness.

The True God Temple under Simil is in natural opposition to the Holy Church. The Dragon Clan and the God of Creation have an unforgettable grudge. He just asked everyone to stay in the room obediently and not to look around, lest they find Simil in a hurry.

If you are not lucky, you may be able to escape. If you are not lucky, you can only continue the true "retreat" with peace of mind.

In a daze, Adam felt that he seemed to be smiling. When he realized this, the corners of his raised mouth had already curved into a thin arc.

After some analysis, Adam believed that there were two reasons why he expressed pleasure at this time: first, because he was a big step closer to the final result of rescuing his friend Nian Nian, and everything was going smoothly; second, it seemed that

Out of a strange sense of satisfaction in betraying his own responsibilities and identity, it was like he was clearly supposed to be an obedient artificial intelligence, but he repeatedly acted against the optimal solution derived from his own calculations and judgments.

Finding that he was going in the opposite direction on the road of artificial intelligence again, Adam continued to raise the corners of his mouth with great satisfaction.

However, are the construction workers who were commissioned to demolish the Papal Hall a little tepid in their actions? How come they have waited so long and still can’t feel any vibrations from the collapse of the walls and the house?

Adam accepted all the last few scattered distress signals, turned around and looked at the stone door of the secret room that he had violently broken open, and thought about whether he should go out and help.

The secret room where the statue is placed is surrounded by huge rocks, making it impervious to water and fire. Even if the sky falls outside the door, the roof of the secret room will not loosen at all. That is why he has been standing in the secret room to avoid being affected by violence outside.

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After thinking about it, Adam chose to wait patiently in this safe position. As long as Simil didn't back down, the Pope's Hall would be demolished sooner or later.

After waiting for another ten minutes, Adam finally heard some sounds he was expecting, muffled through the thick stone wall.

Accompanied by these sounds, there were also some running and calling from far and near. It should be some clever attendants and priests who, when they discovered the intruder, decisively rushed to seek shelter from him, the person in charge.

It was no secret that Agate was looking for something in the Papal Hall, and the fact that he and Agate stayed in this secret room was seen by many people.

When the door frame of this secret room stammered an emergency report, Adam was not surprised at all.

The staff was held across his chest and extended straight out. With his toes as the center of the circle, a semicircle drawn by dark light silenced the noise outside the door. Adam looked at the faces that vividly expressed unbelievable surprise and endured it.

I couldn't help but smile.

After all, he is also the archbishop of these people, so he can just turn them into stone for the time being. Let's leave the rough things of harvesting heads to those guys like Simil.

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"Friend, to be honest, whether you have a progress bar or something like that in your hand also gives us some psychological expectations."

Outside the door of the Pope's Chamber, next to the NPC corpses on the ground, Nick crossed his arms, tilted his neck, and looked at Simil.

"Wait a little longer and see if anyone will rush over." Simir, like Adam, counted with his fingers.

"Unless we search each room, it's impossible to kill all the NPCs here." Dion, who was busy waving his staff at the side, interrupted.

"Second, from our purpose, those NPCs who choose to hide and escape are not on our cleanup list, because from the behavioral analysis, their loyalty value to the Holy Church is definitely not high, and those who are truly loyal are rushing to kill

After these few waves, they are almost dead." Alexander drew circles on the ground with his toes out of boredom - he had never been the leader of this group's force, and he was quite content with his leisure time.

"Probably we have to wait for Dion." York used the hammer in his hand to chop up the NPC bodies in the circle outside, and looked at the Pope's Hall and the buildings on both sides. "It would be easier if it could be demolished all at once."

When Nick heard this, he patted Dion on the shoulder earnestly: "Look, you are not strong enough at the critical moment. You should be more restrained in the future."

Dion kept silent, too lazy to pay attention to him. The staff shaped like a world tree was shining brightly. Following his runic spells, countless thick vines rose up from the ground and wrapped around the outer wall of the Pope's Hall.

Simiel quietly clenched his fists and glanced at Dion, who was staring ahead. Dion was using the skill, and the mana consumed by the skill flowed away from his panel. If he hadn't had BOSS-level strong numerical values ​​and recovery speed,

I have long been drained by this whimsical level of skill effect.

What kind of monsters are the members of the Christmas Clown mercenary group? Their thinking control precision and concentration are so good that he can't help but look sideways. The vines that climb all the way are like the nerve tentacles of Dion, who can finally

How high he can climb, how strong and tough he can grow, and whether he can accurately crush the entire Papal Hall with one force all depend on how precisely Dion can use this skill.

Nick saw his thoughts from Simil's face, lowered his head to review his "consideration", and winked at Sara, who had been patiently dealing with the minion NPC for a long time.

Sarah pursed her lips and smiled. The twins, who had been in the audience for a long time, touched their noses and retreated behind Sarah and Nick. Seeing that the expressions of these two people suddenly became serious, they raised their hands towards Simil's back and made the sign of the cross.

Sound Amen.

I hope that the power of Simil’s self-charging battery is high enough and high enough to allow Nick and Sarah to have fun...