Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 185 Chapter 184 The End of Guan Temple

Since Vadracho has his own considerations, Feng Xiuhu doesn't need to fight to the death with Guan Miao.

So he conveyed Vadracho's instructions to Grancho and Tarunju, and the two priests immediately responded more professionally.

They directed the deacons to set up a series of magic arrays in the four directions of the temple. Feng Xiuhu, who was just filling in the numbers, became the boss who didn't care about anything.

Granshaw and Tarunzhu had originally wanted Feng Xiuhu to help, but Feng Xiuhu didn't understand these things. He grumbled and made up some nonsensical excuse to fool them.

The difference between the church and the temple can also be seen from the arrangement of the magic circle.

It’s like casting a spell, the temple relies on spells, and the church relies on chanting.

The two are essentially the same thing, but there are obvious differences in their effects.

The spells can be performed faster and can be used in conjunction with the physical combat skills in the method; while the church's chanting spells often focus on "large range" and "great power", but ignore efficiency.

The same principle applies to the church's magic circle.

Corresponding to the magic circle is the temple's talisman.

The advantage of talismans is that they are convenient and can be activated quickly, but their disadvantage is that they have a limited duration.

The magic circle requires more troublesome and time-consuming procedures to set up, but as long as there are enough materials, the coverage of the magic circle can reach an extremely exaggerated level, and as long as someone maintains control, the magic circle can continue to take effect.

Essentially speaking, the Temple Church has the same goal, but the reason for these stark differences is actually due to what Eclipse said.

Eastern gods seek immortality, so they focus more on personal power; while Western gods are just the opposite, they seek long-term rule.

Closer to home.

When the church was setting up the magic circle, people in the temple also felt the urgency, and they seemed to realize that they were being pushed into a desperate situation step by step.

So before the magic circle was set up, the monks of the temple took the initiative to launch a breakout attack from multiple directions, but the church was not a pushover. The actions of the temple were completely expected. The Divine Guards relied on their numerical advantage to hold their positions and beat back several waves of temple monks.

Feng Xiuhu had found a reason not to help with the formation. When the two priests had no time to intervene in the battle, he used his authority to summon the fog and helped the Divine Guards regain their home advantage.

The leader of this exploratory breakout was Song Chun-kyu.

He chose the east as a breakthrough point, but happened to collide head-on with Kalus.

Although he did not learn spells and only practiced the methods of tempering the body in the Mist Code, Kalus, who was already qualified to be promoted to the captain of the guards, was definitely a master who had entered the rune enlightenment stage in terms of methods alone. Relying on his adaptability to the foggy environment, he moved forward and backward freely in the thick fog, forcing Song Chungui into a very embarrassed state.

When Feng Xiuhu hurried over, Song Chungui knew that there was no hope of breaking out, so he decisively withdrew.

Kalus complained: "Father, you came at a really bad time."

Feng Xiuhu blamed Kalus: "Why didn't you hold him back?"

Kalus sighed helplessly. "A cultivator who practices the Wind Transforms Rain technique is as slippery as a loach. I deliberately engaged him to drain his mana and keep him hoping for a successful breakout. My original plan was to seize his moment of laxity and deliver a fatal blow, but your sudden arrival scared him away instead."

Well, good intentions led to bad results again.

Feng Xiuhu touched his nose in frustration, but remained firm: "Then remember to tell me earlier next time."

Kalus smiled awkwardly.

The breakout attempt once again ended in failure at the temple, leaving only corpses on the ground.

When the magic circle was activated, almost the entire Guanmiao Street was shrouded in thick fog.

The monks in the temple had to call upon wind and rain to resist.

Strong winds howled overhead, and heavy rain covered the temple, dispersing the fog that had seeped into the temple. Only in this way could they ensure the safety of the monks inside the temple.

But this also means that the monks' mana is being consumed every moment.

On the other hand, on the church side, the two priests simply divided the deacons into four teams, and they took turns controlling the magic circle. Only a small amount of mana was required to maintain the normal operation of the magic circle.

Feng Xiuhu approached the two priests and emphasized that he hadn't been slacking off. "Luckily, I didn't help set up the magic circle, otherwise it would have been dangerous."

Granshaw, who had a somewhat familiar understanding of Feng Xiuhu's character, replied expressionlessly, "Thank you for your hard work, Father Feng. Father Taren and I are free now, so we'll take care of the rest. Please return to the rear and rest."

It’s not that they dislike Feng Xiuhu, but they just dislike that Feng Xiuhu is an amateur, so it’s clear that they don’t want to take him out to play.

Feng Xiuhu got angry—just got angry.

He really had no idea what to do. After all, it was a fact that he had been doing more harm than good in terms of strategy so far.

So Feng Xiuhu simply stopped serving and found an empty room to hide in and practice on his own.

As the saying goes, don't fight for bread, fight for reputation. Feng Xiuhu made up his mind that he would work hard secretly and then surprise everyone.

……

Time passes day by day.

The church implemented a tactic of surrounding but not attacking, sometimes making feint attacks, sometimes harassing at night, and even throwing food scraps and excrement into the high walls, continuously putting pressure on the temple.

Feng Xiuhu predicted that the temple would collapse within a week at most, but it turned out that Vadracho knew the temple better.

To date, the temple has held out for nearly twenty days and is still holding on.

With so many people eating horse fodder, the food in the temple had long been consumed. In the end, they relied on a well to survive and relied on drinking water to survive until now.

Where is Xi Wusheng?

Isn't this long enough for him to make up his mind?

Feng Xiuhu had a premonition that if they continued like this, they might face a brutal battle.

For nearly twenty days, the monks in the temple faced both psychological and physical pressure, but they were not in chaos and had no infighting. This only proved that Vadracho's reminder was correct - the monks in the temple were extremely pious to the gods, and only the support of faith could enable them to persevere until now.

This is also the reason why Feng Xiuhu feels serious. When this group of devout believers are completely forced into a desperate situation, they will burst out all their potential to drag the enemy into the water, because only in this way can they prove their remaining value in the last moment of their lives.

This time Feng Xiuhu guessed right.

On the night of the 21st day, the temple launched a suicidal breakout against the church.

The monks rushed out directly from the main gate of the temple, aiming directly at the central army position where Feng Xiuhu and Tarenzhu were located.

The alert Divine Guards sent a signal in time, and the troops on both flanks immediately rushed to support from the rear and surrounded and strangled the monks.

The violent storm shattered the fog. At night, the heavy rain blocked the view and the fierce wind made it impossible to open one's eyes.

The monks' offensive was quickly contained in the chaos, but Feng Xiuhu felt something was wrong. He borrowed the power of shadow and looked again, and the situation in his vision immediately became clear.

Although the monks from Guan Temple had a strong momentum, they were actually seriously short of manpower.

This is a trap.

(End of this chapter)