Whispering Verse

After bidding farewell to the professors at Zalas Academy of Literature, Shade continued walking towards the Natural Church located in the center of the narrow room. As for the content of the letter, it was to inform the church in the narrow room to start the ceremony in advance as soon as it heard the bells coming from the direction of Mount Sikal.

The reason why Shade, a stranger, sent such an important letter was because there was more than one channel transmitting this information. It seems that something happened on Mount Sikal, and the church plans to start the ceremony early.

Even though the sound was suppressed, strange noises could still be heard from everywhere along the way.

Joey Barton, whose true identity is currently unknown, must be controlling the undead, and Hazama itself is also countering the actions of the living. The large number of manpower mobilized by the church this time, coupled with the help provided by the three major thaumaturgy academies and friendly organizations such as the Prophet Association, has so far been able to barely resist Hazama's counterattack.

When he finally approached the Natural Church, Shade saw with his own eyes a "tide of the undead."

It was quite a scary scene. He climbed up to a high place and tried to find the direction. Then he saw the mist swirling in front and side as if stirred by the wind. . Relying on his jumping ability, he crossed over the street, jumped onto the somewhat curved gas street lamp, and then jumped to the roof of another house facing the street. Only then did he see the densely packed undead rushing towards the fog like a tide. The looming natural church.

Everything in the narrow room is a "shattered and damaged version" of real time, but only the natural church looks almost exactly the same as the real church in appearance, and it even shines.

At this time, the golden bell on the side tower of the church was ringing continuously by a burly figure whose appearance was unclear. The bell cannot travel very far, but every time it is rung, a circle of green ripples will spread out from the center of the church, and evil spirits will be slowly melted when they come into contact with the ripples.

Ring magicians are also guarding the main entrance of the church and the side windows, using spells, thaumaturgy, and incantations to expel the undead that approach the church.

I don’t know how many times this was an impact, and the Church Ring Warlocks were quite familiar with their response. Even if the narrow space suppresses the magical power, with the church itself as the ritual base, the magical rituals of the Five Gods Church can offset this negative suppression.

At the end of this terrifying wave of undead, a giant-shaped black evil spirit appeared carrying a back and pulling a bone hammer. It is difficult to imagine how a living person could become like this after death.

But its huge size means that the area under attack is wider. It didn't even touch the wall of the church before it was sieved by golden light bullets like light rain, and then disappeared into wisps of white ash.

People at the church windows clapped and celebrated, then rearranged the destroyed perimeter defense rituals and traps. Shade's attention moved to the other end of the dilapidated street where the church was located.

At the intersection of the hazy white fog, a figure slowly disappeared into the fog. Because the short and deformed appearance was so distinctive, Shade was almost certain that it was Joey Barton.

"Appeared at the top, mountainside and foot of the mountain at the same time? He absorbed the clown and actually inherited the clone's ability?"

As if noticing Shade's gaze, the slowly disappearing figure suddenly became clear again.

That was indeed Joey Barton. He was holding on to the cracked red brick wall on the street corner, looking through the white fog at Shade on the roof.

The two looked at each other until Joey Barton took the initiative to look away. He squatted down with great effort, and then pressed hard towards the ground——

Boom!

A dull sound came from the Natural Church on the other side of the street, and then a small, silent earthquake occurred centered on the Natural Church. After the earthquake, a black wind burst open the church door and flew into the sky like a tornado.

Iluna appeared next, a seventeen-year-old girl dressed smartly, shaking the holy bell at the door of the church, then squatted down slightly, and suddenly threw the golden thunder spear in her hand:

"Sunshine Gun!"

Of course, Shade couldn't hear the sound, but he guessed that Iluna must have shouted these words.

The sunlight gun penetrated the clouds and hit the center of the black wind. As the golden thunder exploded in the air, what appeared in the black wind was a woman riding a dark red horse and wearing a white bridal dress.

The supposedly white bridal dress was covered in black blood, and the veil completely covered her face. In her right hand she held a sharp black scythe, while in her left hand she held a man's head in front of her chest.

Because the other person was in the sky, Shade couldn't see the man's expression clearly. But when he stared at the woman, an inexplicable intuition made him understand:

"The fourth nail! It was actually sent to the narrow room by the church. Did it escape?"

Wei Wei felt a little surprised and looked at Barton at the corner of the street. He nodded slightly to Shade, then retreated and disappeared into the fog.

[Obviously, I'm trying to seduce you to catch up. 】

"I know."

Shade held onto the fishing rod on his back and lifted the kerosene lamp at his feet. He took another look at the woman in a wedding dress riding a horse over the church, and the two high-ring warlocks flying out of the church:

"But even if it's a trap, I have to catch up."

Without arousing the church's idea, Shade returned to the ground from the roof and came to the corner of the street where Barton was standing just now. Of course, there was no one there at this time. Shade looked left and right at the empty street, and stepped forward to take a look on the right side. But he didn't expect that with one step, the world was spinning, and the white mist quickly gathered over, completely covering his sight. But when the vision returned to normal, the surrounding area was no longer a city, but a mountainous open space covered with black dead trees and twisted grass.

"Space movement? No, I have the [Time and Space] spirit rune. Space power cannot be so effective on me. Did it not transfer my position, but spliced ​​other spaces together?"

In the forest clearing, there was only black withered grass that looked like sprouts. On the other side of the clearing, Joey Barton was waiting for Shade.

After not seeing him for a day, his skin tone had turned a lot whiter. It was not healthy whiteness, but rather corpse-like whiteness. The decline in health brought about the increase in his strength.

No matter how insensitive the ring warlock is, he can easily detect the strong whispering element in him.

"Mr. Watson, why are you so persistent? Do you have such deep feelings for Fort Midhill?"

He stared at Shade calmly, and his voice came from all around the jungle, as if he was everywhere.

This is a little trick to induce fear, and Shade won't fall for it.

"I once said that I am a foreigner and I have no feelings for this city. But now that this has happened and I have the ability to stop it, I can't watch you make a big mistake."

"You still want to convince me?"

"You have begun to fuse the relics, and you can't go back."

Shade said softly, and then a sigh came from around the dense forest:

"yes."

Mr. Barton lowered his head and said nothing. Shade frowned and raised the sword in his hand.

Suddenly there was a sharp explosion, and Joey Barton's neck stretched like a long snake, and his head flew towards Shade like a cannonball.

Now that he has decided to stop the other party, Shade doesn't want to test him at all:

"Solar Ray!"

The index finger of his right hand rests on the blade of the sword, and then he thrusts forward with the sword in both hands. As the color of the midday sun gathered on the sword's body, a thick beam of light shot out directly along with the huge wind pressure.

The beam of sunlight not only penetrated Joey Barton's body, but even left a straight trace of light in the dark forest behind him.

Joey Barton's body completely melted into the beam, and Shade, who was panting, quickly drew a circle under his feet with his long sword, then knelt down on one knee and put his forehead on the hilt of the sword:

"Space stabilizing halo."

Click~ A clear cracking sound appeared in my ears. I raised my head and looked around. I had returned to the abandoned city street corner surrounded by white mist. Joey Barton knelt on the ground, panting and trying to get up. Shade stepped forward with his sword, and the next moment he appeared directly next to him.

He raised his sword and slashed towards the opponent's neck, but his thick hand suddenly raised and grabbed the sword of [Night Watchman]. The long sword was buzzing, and the rune on the sword's body [My heart is clear, my sword kills demons] was emitting bright light.

Joey Barton, who was holding the sword, slowly stood up against Shade's strength. The look in his eyes was still calm:

"I am no longer the one-ring fortune teller you know."

[Night Watch] automatically counterattacked the evil force, and dozens of white sword lights struck Barton's chest. He flicked it violently, and [Night Watcher] was taken away from Shade's hand, flew out diagonally and stuck on the ground, buzzing due to the vibration.

"I know."

Shade throws a right jab and Joey Barton throws a left jab. The two fists collided head-on, and with a crack of bones, Shade flew backwards, breaking the leaning lamp pole on the opposite side of the road, and then smashed through the brick wall of a nearby shop.

When I climbed up from the ruins, I felt that my entire right hand had no feeling. It was obviously broken in multiple places:

"This power is too exaggerated."

Holding back the pain and getting up, Joey Barton still stood there looking at him and did not catch up:

"The gentlemen of the [Truth Society] told me that only the chosen can fight against the chosen. Mr. Watson, you are an audience member, so don't think of interfering with the performance on the stage."

Shade snorted and said nothing.

Joey Barton is still talking:

"Maybe the chosen one is really the one chosen by fate. If I rely solely on my own strength, it is impossible to break through the church's defense anyway, but fortunately, Hazama is unwilling to be sealed. So, I help it, And it helps me too."

"In stories, those who say this are usually the villains."

"Fortunately, this is not a story, this is an epic."

The middle-aged man, who looked like a deformed child, looked at Shade limping out of the ruins holding his right arm:

"Mr. Watson, I don't have many friends in my life, but I think that you, who I have only met a few times, are one of the few friends I have. Please watch carefully, watch all this, watch what happened today Things happened. This night at Fort Midhill will eventually go down in history.”