chsdbacks Chapter 109 God said, be honest.
Chapter 109 God said, be honest.
Chapter 109 God said, be honest.
What kind of garbage sealing artifact is this that's so hard to use?
After several attempts, Leonard finally succeeded once, but he only managed to steal some insignificant extraordinary abilities.
The sealed artifact 3-0217, the Mirror of the Spirit Communicator, which Cohen was holding, actually had a certain impact on the offspring of the evil god.
Klein watched as Dunn struggled to restrain the offspring of the evil god. He gritted his teeth, but as a Sequence 8, he was unable to participate in the battle. Klein wanted to take the mutated Sun Emblem of the Sealed Artifact 3-0782, but was stopped by the experienced old Neil.
Although this Level 3 seal of the solar pathway is powerful, the solar pathway and the dark pathway are very incompatible. Klein's use of this seal inside the Charnis Gate will actually weaken the Charnis Gate and its suppression of the evil god's offspring.
When he wanted to use other sealed artifacts, the ones that could help on the battlefield had already been taken by the other Night Watchers.
Klein had no choice but to retreat temporarily, depending on the situation, and take over from his companions who used the sealed artifacts.
Although the offspring of the evil god was powerful, it was not fully developed. Under the suppression of Charnismon, the Night Watchers made great sacrifices but still managed to eliminate it.
The interior of the Gate of Charnis was in complete disarray.
The lingering chill dissipated, as if I had suffered a severe blow.
Klein stood in the chaotic, fog-shrouded arena, looking at his captain and comrades lying dead beside him.
Some of these night watchmen died from overexertion of their spirituality, such as Dunn and Old Neil; others fell into a coma due to the mental shock they experienced before the evil god's offspring were banished, such as Leonard and Frye; and still others were killed by the evil god's offspring, their bodies bearing signs of being torn apart.
Klein, thanks to the mental fortitude he had cultivated through years of reckless actions, managed to withstand the final onslaught without being knocked unconscious. Just as he was about to check on his teammates' condition, the Gate of Charnis suddenly opened automatically.
Klein was startled and looked towards the gate.
A man with dark gold hair, eyes so blue they were almost black, a high nose, tightly pursed lips, and features like a classical wax figure walked in.
Klein didn't recognize him at first, but when he noticed the man's missing eye and the quill pen in his hand, he finally remembered seeing his wanted poster in Dunn's office: Ince Zangwill.
The former archbishop who defected from the Church of the Night.
"Are there still some survivors who managed to escape?"
"Let me end your suffering."
Ince Zangwell took a while to adjust to the environment behind the Charnis Gate. Due to the lack of personnel to oversee it, coupled with the drain on the Charnis Gate, this Sequence 5 gatekeeper quickly adapted to the pressure.
He raised his hand and grabbed Klein's neck as if an invisible hand had grabbed it, about to snap Klein's neck.
"Cough cough."
Klein was powerless to struggle. The sacrifice of his teammates, mental exhaustion, and the threat of death caused this usually gentle man to show signs of madness. He threw out the Sunfire Talisman he had been holding tightly but hadn't yet released, and uttered an ancient Hermes word:
"Light!"
I want light!
The golden light emanated from the thin gold disc covered with mysterious patterns in his palm. The cold power at Klein's neck was driven away by the sunlight. The dazzling sunlight even illuminated the darkness inside the Charis Gate, transforming into a small sun that attacked Ince Zangwill.
How is that possible?
Ince Zangwell clearly hadn't expected that the low-sequence Klein, instead of using the common low-level spells like Sleep and Dream, which were common in the Church of the Night, would instead pull out a high-level Sunfire spell that could counter him.
The enormous sphere of light, carrying light and heat, rushed directly at the gatekeeper of Sequence 5.
Ince Zangwell dared not take the hit head-on; at that moment, he even felt the threat of death.
Even if you're a Sequence 5, if your whole body is roasted, you'll still die.
boom!
The massive explosion kicked up dust.
Klein frowned as he watched the smoke and dust kicked up by the explosion. He rubbed his dizzy forehead, swallowed a potion that would temporarily enhance his spirituality, and then infused the second "Sunfire Talisman" in his hand with spirituality before throwing it toward the smoke-filled area.
Having just exhausted a large amount of undead and narrowly escaped death, Ince Zangwell hadn't even left the smoke and dust of the explosion when he felt a familiar aura attack him again. His face instantly turned ugly. Who taught an extraordinary person to use advanced spells like this?
He didn't have time to dodge. Even if the Ocean Singer of Sequence 5 were here, it would be impossible for him to outrun the light sphere.
He could only summon the mysterious bronze gate once again to block his way, using this as a buffer, and then use the quill pen in his hand to quickly write on the ground, hoping to avoid the impact.
However, something unexpected happened.
The sunlight illuminating the darkness was so intense that the two continuous bursts of the Yang Flame Talisman seemed to dispel even the dream.
The blast created a huge crack in the space, causing it to collapse inch by inch. Ince Zangwell and Klein, who were closest to the blast, fell directly into it.
They seemed to be traversing the spirit world, with thick blocks of various colors before them, as if they had been cut into layers and arrived at another level of space, falling into a giant dragon palace with ancient stone pillars.
"Where is this place?"
"Somewhere in the spirit world?"
Ince Zangwell struggled to his feet, his robes torn apart by the violent orbs of light, revealing his scalded skin.
"Ouch, that hurts! Is the intruder dead?"
Klein propped his head up and thought the same thing, but then he heard several echoes in his ears.
"Where is this place?"
"Somewhere in the spirit world?"
"Ouch, that hurts! Is the intruder dead?"
The two voices echoed in the hall, and the two, barely regaining some of their rationality, looked at each other blankly.
"I didn't say anything."
"There's something wrong with this space. Where exactly am I?"
Klein and Ince Zangwell's thoughts echoed simultaneously.
Although the mysterious place and bizarre scene aroused many doubts, the sudden changes and the enemy in front of them left the two of them no time to focus on their surroundings.
"I'm seriously injured now. What should I do if this guy has other high-level spells...?"
"Kill this brat first."
Ince Zangwell's inner voice resonated.
"Damn it, we've run out of spells. I wonder if Mr. Azik's copper whistle will work."
Klein pulled a slightly cold brass whistle from his pocket, and then heard the heartbeat resound.
The two men exchanged another glance, neither of them looking too pleased.