I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 713 Bige's Great Fortune (Part Six)

“Crash!!!!”

Accompanied by Bigeley's cryptic words, the murky yellow mud, like a flood or a celestial river hanging down, swept in from all directions of the Holy Messiah Cathedral with unstoppable force, flowing into this ancient holy site.

Originally, 70% of the Grand Cathedral's armed forces were mobilized to deal with Bigeley, but now, these paladins lined up to face the enemy are witnessing a terrifying spell that has never been seen in the annals of excrement since the beginning of time.

The mudflats, formed by carefully colored and flavored earth elements, are vast and turbulent, like a raging torrent, inspiring fear and dread.

Fortunately, those who came to the Grand Cathedral were mostly experts with some practical experience. Almost as soon as they realized the spell, all kinds of shields were put up, forming an indestructible barrier to keep the turbid flow out.

However, the mystery of eating shrimp, a spell that originated by chance but was enhanced by the mystical teachings of the God of Excrement and the God of Toilet, lies not in its mere killing power, but in the "wishes of hatred" mixed in with it.

That is a terrifying force rooted in a higher level, a force that flies and dung beetles, which have no intelligence and are not afraid of excrement, would flee at the sight of it.

In other worlds, this would just be a disgusting fear spell, but in this world...

hum!
The barrier disappeared.

Yes, even the light elemental didn't want to be tainted by this stuff, so the shield that the priests had erected in time collapsed in a completely inexplicable way.

Everything has its advantages and disadvantages. The elements possess a certain level of intelligence, which has indeed allowed the magical systems of this world to flourish, and even created many effects that seem almost miraculous to other systems.

However, if one possesses technology capable of accessing elemental intelligence, one can dismantle elemental constructs and persistent spells with remarkable ease.

Large numbers of paladins were submerged in the swamp. Their holy light shields crumbled rapidly before even touching the mud, and their gleaming silver armor was instantly covered in yellow mud. The sticky, thin mud poured into the gaps in their armor without any resistance, submerging their mouths and noses, and completely washing them away and drowning them.

The priests, nuns, and paladins struggled in the mud, trying to rekindle the holy light, but under the terrifying threat of eating shrimp, no elementalist was willing to heed their call. They could only writhe helplessly in the sticky swamp like maggots in a latrine, emitting muffled screams tormented by the stench and suffocation.

Upon seeing this, the Pope and several cardinals, without even considering how to handle the aftermath, instinctively urged them to invoke divine grace.

As mentioned countless times before, the core difference between Western and Eastern beliefs lies in the fact that the East views faith as a transaction: I give you incense, and you do things for me. The two parties are in a relatively equal state. In contrast, Western faith is more like an obligation. It is expected that people should believe in God, and whether God helps depends on God's mood.

Therefore, divine grace in Western systems is often relatively precious, something that should be avoided if possible. However, faced with the irrational horror of eating shrimp, they still used it.

The barrier constructed by divine grace kept the yellow mud outside, but their expressions were not good. For folk magic, the higher the altar and the more thorough the preparation, the more astonishing the effect. Bigeley spent a whole day selecting and setting up the altars, which were all located in the high-rise guest rooms of hotels and inns, some as low as twenty or thirty meters, and some even as high as a hundred meters. This staggered arrangement gave the "Eating Shrimp" spell a terrifying amplification.

Their defenses only protected less than twenty square meters of open space. Beyond that, including the area above their heads, everything was covered in mud. If it weren't for the glowing shield formed by divine grace, their vision would probably be completely dark by now.

What's even more terrifying is that there are very few types of protective gear in this world that are specifically designed to resist odors, let alone a trump card like divine grace that is only used in critical moments. It's impossible for it to consider any additional functions. This means that although this small safe zone was not flooded, the dizzying stench had already penetrated the barrier and was tormenting the nerves of several high-ranking members of the Vatican.

Beyond that, the massive amount of yellow mud did not stop there. Under Bigeley's precise calculations, the mud gushing from more than ten starting points formed a clever connection, creating a huge vortex that kept rotating and flowing. Compared to simple burying, this continuous flow effect can truly be described as all-pervasive!

The doors and windows were forced open by the flowing mud, and the thick, foul-smelling mud finally seeped into the building's interior! The colorful stained-glass windows, pieced together to depict religious stories, were completely covered in mud, losing all their sacredness; the once-smooth floors were now covered in mud, obscuring any of their splendor; precious icons, murals, tapestries… all were stained with that nauseating yellowish-brown, and even those sacred artifacts passed down for generations had all their magic dispelled by this force, turning them into mundane piles of mud. (Note ①)

The Pope, constantly expending divine grace, carved a tunnel through the yellow mud and finally emerged from the whirlpool of mud. However, before he could even take a breath of the not-so-fresh air, the scene before him made him so angry that his vision went black.

The buildings of the Holy Messiah Cathedral, which have been passed down for thousands of years, are completely submerged in "yellow mud" below five meters. The surging stench and the bubbles that rise from time to time demonstrate the horror of this spell. Paladins, nuns, priests and other clergy are frantically waving their arms in the mud, truly putting the "butterfly swimming in the cesspool" into practice.

"Bigeley—!!!"

The piercing screams seemed to convey a tragedy that stained the heavens with blood, and they sounded especially mournful under the darkness of dusk.

But Bigeley simply stood in the air, clad in protective spells developed by players to avoid being eaten by shrimp in PvP, inhaling the faint scent of jasmine, and gazing at the Pope with a sly grin—

"Haha, Your Holiness, how does my Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation taste?"

Seeing Bigeley laughing so hard she was almost crying, the Pope rolled his eyes and nearly slapped her. But Bigeley wouldn't give him a chance to retaliate. She spread her blood wings and transformed into a sky full of blood light before disappearing without a trace.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

A voice of impotent rage escaped the Pope's lips, but he knew this was not the time for anger; the matter of the Holy Messiah Cathedral had to be dealt with swiftly, otherwise…

"Oh no! Your Holiness! The spell to disperse the onlookers has been broken by that damned magic!"

"!!!" Upon hearing this news, the Pope finally collapsed, his eyes rolled back, and he fell directly into the mud beneath him...

(End of this chapter)