Pastor's Tantra

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A wild storm swept across the land, and the sharp whistling sound was like the wail of a banshee. There was a distinct creaking sound from the house, the constant wind was blinding, and bats streaked across the sky, screaming.

The continuous electric light cannot even be said to fall, but sweeps across the ground repeatedly - the bunches of electric light are not like thunder, but like tornadoes that penetrate the sky and the earth, directly plowing ravines on the ground. . Those buildings were struck by lightning and burst into flames... But even so, not a single villager escaped from the house out of fear.

If it weren't for the lights on in the room and the smell of humans, it would have thought these people had evacuated.

But...what's going on?

Wouldn't they rather burn to death in the room than come out?

Even so, why is Aiwass so calm? He had implicated this ordinary village because of himself, didn't he feel any shame or regret?

The Punishment Demon hadn't told him much about this village before, and Wolfram wasn't interested in asking for such inconsequential details.

But now, Wolfram frowned.

Seeing the Punishment Demon constantly guiding Thunder, the Giant Prince suddenly felt a subtle sense of foreboding in his heart that things were gradually getting out of control.

At this moment, Yeats, who was fishing by the Sapphire Lake, suddenly frowned.

A bolt of lightning fell from beside him, knocking over his fish barrel filled with plump salmon and trout - the iron barrel exploded, and Yeats casually slapped it away.

He raised his head and looked at the dark clouds in the sky, his pupils instantly turned scarlet.

"How annoying, Wolfram..."

His calm and mellow, poet-like voice gradually became rough and deep: "The master said not to cause trouble for her, and I don't even plan to come to you... Now you can't blame me for this.

"It's you who came here to cause trouble."

As he spoke, the body of this man, who was as skinny as a rotten wood, suddenly began to swell.

His original height was close to two meters, but now he was taller. The strands of black hair that hung down to the shoulders like wet seaweed turned into thick fur.

It was not the skinny gray wolf he transformed into before.

But a sturdy werewolf with a body of over two and a half meters tall and a slightly hunched back——

He crouched slightly, and his whole body disappeared in place.

On the other side, Merlin was walking on the road near the swamp, when a rune suddenly lit up on his body.

He disappeared from the spot without warning. At the same time, a bolt of lightning struck directly at his original position, leaving a deep crater. Then he disappeared again - another bolt of lightning struck the same location.

"Who is it? Is he sick?"

He was almost struck twice by lightning, and even a good-tempered person like Merlin was a little angry.

He doesn't even have to parse. It only takes one glance to see that this thunder contains the power of "crime and punishment".

This is not a natural thunder, but the innate ability of the Punishing Demon.

Unless they are newly born, there is no one who is completely sinless in this world. And these thunders will track every guilty person and attack - in other words, they will try to wipe out all living people within range.

The staff in Merlin's hand paused slightly, and a faint spiritual light appeared around him. The thunderbolts became more dense, but they avoided him as if they had eyes.

"Really..."

...Interfering with the material world as an apostle, it will not be easy to explain to the boss when you go back.

Merlin narrowed his eyes and murmured in a low voice, touching the holy sword at his waist.

Although he had sworn never to kill with magic again... he was also a swordsman.

But at this moment, he paused slightly. Suddenly a sarcastic smile appeared.

Feeling the suddenly cold air around him, Merlin showed a pleasant smile: "Oh my god, how could I forget... Heleqin is buried here. It's great not to have to do anything.

"But now that you've reached this point, you still have to move a little bit. Otherwise, you will really be looked down upon by the younger generations."

Merlin whispered, pushing up his monocle.

He lowered his head slightly, white light reflected on his glasses.

Without the need for spells, gestures, or materials, a complex ritual circle suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him. One line after another appeared out of thin air, as if "growing" from the magic circle.

Merlin had no intention of breaking his oath. This magic circle is definitely not used to kill people.

The spell he prepared was made up on the spot, so it has no name. Merlin didn't know this spell before, but after deeply understanding the principle of the spell, it was easy for him to innovate.

The effect of this spell is very simple.

It has only one simple effect, which is to make nearby people who are trying to teleport, use avatars, or be reborn not to appear from the location they set before, but to appear here instead.

"A great wizard, right..."

The corners of Merlin's mouth raised slightly, revealing undisguised malice.

Just when Merlin was adding fuel to the entire basic spell, black mist steamed up from under the dark clouds.

It looked like black smoke, but there was no burning sensation at all, only a bone-deep coldness.

The black mist rose from all directions, covering the entire street.

The fire ignited by lightning was extinguished and swallowed up by the black mist in an instant. The pale cavalry legion appeared in the air in a twisted posture, as if growing out of the black mist.

Silver-white armor and ghost horses, as well as armored skeleton cavalry holding weapons——

Just like every Wild Hunt night in the past.

But the difference is that after they appeared today, they did not have the usual carnival and banter. Instead, they lined up extremely neatly, without saying a word. A cold and solemn atmosphere enveloped the entire Wild Hunting Legion.

——Suddenly, a huge thunder struck!

In the stormy night, a dark hero descended from the sky!

Cavalrymen wearing exquisite elven silver armor and holding vanguard spears emerged. There are also white skulls on the inside of the armor. Riding under it is a ghost Pegasus with wings on its back.

Originally, whether it was silver armor, spears or Pegasus, they should all be pure white. It was a hero like a pure white comet - but now its whole body was dyed completely black, and the cold black smoke came out of it.

A sharp squealing sound was heard, and the helmet's visor fell down. Two dim yellow rays of light lit up from the helmet's eyes, and then the edges of the Pegasus' wings also turned dim yellow, as if smoke was evaporating. Gradient from pure black to dim yellow.

Immediately afterwards, the white armor on all the Wild Hunts was also dyed dim.

Like a sandstorm rolling up in the dark night, or like pure white clouds turning into dark clouds. There is a kind of destructive oppression——

The next moment, the Wild Hunt Legion launched a charge in the storm. They even briefly illuminated the sky, turning the dim night sky into a pure haze - as if a sandstorm was about to come, or a spectacle that appeared in heavy rain.

Faced with this kind of power, the Punishment Demon also felt nervous. As soon as it saw the appearance of the Wild Hunting Legion, it immediately removed the maintenance of "Thunderstorm" to prevent itself from becoming too conspicuous.

It had never even experienced a battle of this scale before, but when it saw that the situation was not good, it turned around and ran away.

I don’t know if His Highness the Prince can attract its attention...

——As expected, the Punishment Demon finally breathed a sigh of relief when it found that no Wild Hunt was rushing towards it.

Great, the plan worked.

This "thunderstorm" was very effective! Even if you pay the price for these powers, it is worth it!

Sure enough, this is how it should be done - destroy those buildings so that the opponent cannot hide, and kill all living creatures to cut off the opponent's possibility of receiving support. It is even possible that the opponent has been seriously injured or even killed!

And the King of the Wild Hunt, who was lured away by the storm, was also lured away by Wolfram!

Such a clever lightning strike!

Blocking the enemy's support, he safely launched a complete and unstoppable group attack, using Wolfram to draw away the King of the Wild Hunt who was the most threatening to him, and making it possible for him to betray him at any time. Wolfram was also killed by the King of the Wild Hunt... It was a plan that served multiple purposes with one stone!

There can only be one ultimate beneficiary!

"——The only one who can win the Book of Law is me!"

The devil, who was as ferocious as a demon, covered in pitch-black matte scales, like a crocodile, a turtle, and had the black wings of a bat roared and let out a triumphant laugh.