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However, in response to their questions, this armed priest, who at first glance seemed extremely difficult to deal with, simply smiled gently.

"This nascent hell is an extension of the demons' own domain, and is closely related to their essence. His Excellency the Patriarch and his men will be able to contain us from the outside, so the enemy simply cannot spare too much power to deal with us."

Seeing that they were still somewhat hesitant, he revealed a meticulous mind that contrasted with his rough appearance: "If you find it difficult, stay on the outskirts of the town. The demons' minions on the outskirts are the source of their evil. Eliminating them can also help alleviate the pressure on the overall situation."

Unexpectedly, he was so understanding. The organizations were overjoyed and repeatedly agreed, promising to do their utmost.

The various organizations were well-prepared, possessing not only numerous skilled individuals but also their own trump cards, allowing them to hold their ground and await reinforcements even against a strong enemy. Therefore, there were no objections to the plan; after a brief exchange, they quickly formed groups and settled into their assigned roles.

Protestant sects and Witchers have always maintained close ties, with a very small number of members even holding dual identities, so it is only natural that they should stand together.

The Chinese Chamber of Commerce and the witches have a good relationship and do business together, so they naturally joined forces.

The Catholic Church was the largest and most powerful, forming its own distinct faction.

The remaining Voodoo cultists and sorcerer families, whose power attributes are all biased towards darkness, are not well-liked by others and can only stick together for warmth.

"May God bless you all, let's go!" Antoine pointed his star-shaped mace and selected an area to set off first.

He glanced at the few families remaining on the outskirts out of the corner of his eye, a slight sneer creeping into his heart.

"Just as His Holiness the Patriarch suspected, you greedy and cowardly fellows, this is the fate you have chosen."

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"Let's get started."

As Rupert watched the Extraordinary Alliance disappear at the boundary of space, on the mountain peak outside, he adjusted his soft hat, and a ray of light flew from his chestnut cane into the sky.

In an instant, a golden-red radiance descended from the sky. Initially just a thin line, it rapidly expanded and transformed into a holy flame as thick as a giant pillar, crashing down upon the smoke-shrouded town.

The scorching flames, imbued with a sacred aura, seemed to tear through some kind of disguise, and the tranquil scene began to boil like a thick soup.

A huge, jet-black feather suddenly appeared, like wings that blotted out the sky, blocking the attack. With just a slight turn, the raging torrent of flames was deflected, blasting a section of the cliff to pieces.

Not only that, but the feather then transformed into dozens of dark green streaks, shooting out in a massive, overwhelming attack, launching a fierce counterattack.

A ruthless, all-consuming magic spread out, instantly softening both dense forests and hard rocks, turning them into putrid black mud.

The old bishop's eyes narrowed. The power level displayed by the other party was above everyone else present. If it were a one-on-one fight, he, an old man, would probably die on the spot!

Fortunately, today, our side has an absolute numerical advantage.

"I pray to the Most Gracious Lord for refuge from evil..."

A crystal-clear blue water curtain unfolded, and a pale blue angel held aloft a treasure bottle, from which surging light burst forth, steadily catching the sinister shadow.

Sister Irene crossed her fingers and held them to her chest, the Temperance stigmata on her wrist, symbolizing Gabriel, the water angel, radiating divine light.

As if sounding the battle horn, the next moment, thunder and lightning roared, cold winds howled, frost condensed into flying dragons, and magma rose into giants. A group of powerful figures displayed their abilities and attacked from all sides.

The violent energy shock was like a landslide and a tsunami, the earth cracked open, deep ravines appeared, and countless soil and rocks poured down, even changing the terrain of the mountains and forests!

Chapter 409 Silent Hill 2

"It is a perpetual lake of fire, its air comes from scourge coals, and its light from flickering flames."

The night was pitch black, and venomous snakes roamed the cursed man's dwelling place.

Their hope was despair. Ah, eternal death! Life without life! Ah, endless suffering!

—The Book of Revelation, St. John, Bible

Zhu Mingyao looked up and felt that the description of hell was very fitting for this scene.

The gray sky seemed to be tightly wrapped in a thick quilt, making it almost impossible to see any light. Occasionally, a streak of red light would quietly flash by, but it was not dazzling. Instead, it was like a polluted flame, swaying gracefully in the darkness.

Pieces of pale ashes, carried by carriages and horses amidst the dry, pungent smoke, fell like goose feathers in a flurry of snowflakes, indifferently accumulating a layer of white on the ground, remaining silent even as crowds trod upon them.

The buildings on both sides of the street are packed tightly together, and the shop windows are like empty eyes, silently watching everything that has passed. The mottled cracks on the glass and the faded signs tell the story of the past prosperity and the present desolation.

A faint, indistinct sound drifted in, as if something mysterious and unpredictable was lurking in a corner, spying on them, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Isn't it said that there are many demon-like monsters? How come I haven't seen a single one?" A crisp voice rang in Zhu Mingyao's ear. It was Madison who quietly squeezed in, her almond-shaped blue eyes suspiciously looking him up and down.

Although they had discovered through magical means such as paper cranes and ghost soldiers that the turbulent currents above were extremely dangerous and unpredictable, and in order to take care of their companions who did not yet have the ability to fly, they chose to travel on the relatively safe ground.

But everyone present was an exceptional individual. Even the witches, who were physically weaker, possessed physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people. With the assistance of various means, they advanced at the speed of professional track and field athletes, and in a short period of time, they had penetrated several kilometers into the town.

The expected enemy has yet to appear, which is truly intriguing.

Zhu Mingyao was also deep in thought: "The opponent is a demon lord-like being with high intelligence. Perhaps they are consolidating their strength to prepare for a thunderous strike."

"Hmm, you're right to some extent." A snow-white finger was raised, tilting the gold-threaded, pointed wizard's hat upwards to avoid obstructing the view. The blonde girl pursed her lips.

"By the way, did those two witcher brothers take the wrong medicine today? They stood in line for ages without even coming up to say hello."

"How would I know?" Zhu Mingyao casually replied, "Judging from Sam and the others' serious expressions, they're probably preoccupied with something. I'll ask them later..."

The streetlights on the roadside turned on by themselves at some unknown time, casting a dim, sparse yellow light that made the faces of the crowd appear to be in and out of focus, like walking ghosts and phantoms.

"what?"

During the conversation, Lingjue suddenly felt a momentary lapse in perception. The feeling was hard to describe, but it was like a fish swimming from freshwater into seawater. His expression quickly became alert, and he swiftly drew a sword finger across his brow, about to activate his Heavenly Eye.

But someone was faster than him.

"Stop!"

An old witch wearing antique tortoiseshell glasses suddenly looked up, her fluffy, wine-red hair moving without wind, and a pure crystal ball suddenly appeared in her hand, with dim, shimmering light points rotating like stars.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed, causing the air in front of her to tremble and wrinkle, as if a transparent film had been torn off, and the surrounding scenery changed drastically!

What are these abandoned streets and alleys around here? It's clearly a garbage disposal plant.

They were standing on a wide conveyor belt when a gleaming, crushing gear was closing in, forming a twisted demon head that was a fusion of flesh and machine, ready to bite down!

The superhumans standing at the forefront were all skilled in close combat, with agile and nimble movements. They tried to temporarily avoid the attack with a slight movement of their shoulders, but the conveyor belt under their feet suddenly generated a force that made them unable to move.

At the critical moment, a golden dragon-patterned halberd emerged, unleashing a fiery attack that swept across the heavens like a reversed Milky Way, shredding the ferocious demon head into dust. It was Qi Yue who had just summoned a deity to possess him.

At this moment, everyone realized what was happening, and spells were unleashed in all directions, directly flattening the garbage disposal plant and revealing the original street.

At the same time, warnings from other fighting groups also came through the communication talisman carved with hyacinth patterns:

"Be careful, everyone. Their aura is different from that of ordinary hellish creatures, making them difficult to detect in advance..."

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“There’s a problem. This is the second time we’ve passed through here!” The burly witcher in his combat leather jacket raised his longsword, pointed at the arrow carved on the lamppost, and cautiously called his companion to a halt.

"Mere illusion." A high deacon of the Evangelical Church scoffed disdainfully, opened a classic book and recited holy words. Holy light shone from his pure white eyes, breaking through the obstacles. Then he lifted his leg and took a step, ready to set off again.

However, just as he finished casting the spell and his mind relaxed, the manhole cover at his feet suddenly opened, and a palm-sized black shadow darted out like a knife through butter, piercing through the deacon's protective magic and hitting his foot.

A bloodcurdling scream rang out, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

He stared in horror at the exposed white bone at his ankle, a bulge lurking beneath the skin of his calf, rapidly climbing upwards with excruciating pain, reaching his thigh in the blink of an eye.

The wound was too sensitive, and the surrounding witchers and priests were sweating profusely, unable to find a way to treat it.

"Get out of the way!" A silver-gray light traced an arc, deftly flicking out the dark mass, which was then pinned to the concrete ground.

The old witcher, who had lost one eye, looked closely and saw that the enemy had six legs, compound eyes, wings, and tentacles; it was actually a giant cockroach.

Although ordinary cockroaches certainly don't have the face of a ferocious baby, their tenacious vitality is just like that. Even when pierced through the heart by a steel knife, they do not die immediately. Their chitinous legs, covered with sharp barbs, spasm and scratch, sparking a few sparks on the alloy blade.

Before he could finish off the enemy, he heard a rustling sound like thunder as the elytra rubbed together.

From the ground drain openings and house drainage pipes, hundreds of cockroach monsters surged out like a tidal wave, accompanied by a suffocating stench of decay, flying and leaping in a dark mass.

Their filthy mouthparts carried a strange, malevolent power, capable of tearing apart anything, from energy field shields to nanofiber armor. Coupled with their small size, they could blend into the crowd in an instant, causing the group to break up their formation due to their fear of harming the animals.

“You should consider all winged creatures that crawl on four legs as abominations!”

Several highly skilled priests and elders, seasoned by countless battles and possessing extensive knowledge, instantly recalled targeted incantations. They vigorously shook their bells, and a silvery halo poured onto the ground like mercury. Any insect-shaped monsters covered by the halo immediately emitted billowing black smoke and, after struggling for a moment, turned into ashes.

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Compared to the other locations, the actions of the Catholic Church appeared more composed and at ease.

Bunches of emerald green verbena were drawn from the large silver pot, spewing out strings of crystal-clear water droplets. Together with the splashed quartz sand and sea salt, they formed an invisible high wall, keeping the monsters that tried to approach out.

Meanwhile, the knights of the cult donned ancient armor, brandishing their swords as they galloped across the battlefield, intercepting any who managed to escape.

Occasionally, powerful and unpredictable enemies launch surprise attacks, while skilled individuals in the center may target specific individuals for concentrated fire.

Their seamless teamwork made their defenses impregnable, and they advanced while fighting, maintaining their speed without slowing down. Before long, they arrived at the gate of a tall building.

The building's stained glass windows are covered in moss, and its pointed roof with a cross leaning against it is clearly a church.

"Attention! According to records from that time, targets are very likely to appear in places like churches, factories, and hospitals."

The commanders, led by Father Antoine, solemnly reminded their subordinates that, as those who knew the inside story, they were well aware of the enemy's strength, and even the fanatical believers who disregarded life and death did not want to sacrifice themselves in vain.

As if confirming their suspicions, the moment the words were spoken, the old, latticed wooden door, along with the entire wall, shattered with a bang.

Amidst the scattered bricks and wood, a grotesque giant shadow nearly two stories tall, enveloped in a ghastly green mist, charged forward!

Chapter 410 Silent Hill 3

A blood-red, cold light streaked across the sky, causing the air along its path to tremble. A shrill whistle, like a typhoon passing through, swept through the air. The flying debris and dust seemed to be sliced ​​off by a giant blade, and the semi-circular outline was suddenly split in two!

"Cha-"

An indescribable tremor resonated in everyone's heart, and the invisible barrier of holy power lit up for a breath before suddenly cracking open.

The silver holy water jugs shattered under the backlash of the spell, and amidst the splashing of clear water, a giant cleaver carrying a strong stench of blood rushed towards us.

The terrifying killing intent and murderous aura penetrated to the bone, causing people's minds to waver even before it arrived, and making them slow down their counterattacks.

However, the next moment, a star-shaped hammer emitting a soft white light emerged and stood in front of it with unwavering determination.

The hammer was no more than ninety centimeters long, with a plain, unadorned pale silver surface and slightly chipped edges. Compared to the massive blade that was as wide as a desk, it looked like a toy. But with just a light touch, the ferocious enemy would cross the line!

The blood-red figure stopped in its tracks. It was a tall humanoid creature with an iron helmet covering half of its face, a dirty leather apron soaked in blood, and a huge butcher's knife in its hand.

Antoine's face remained calm and expressionless, but his calves twitched almost imperceptibly as he pulled his feet out of the pit that was up to his ankles. Clearly, it wasn't as easy as it seemed on the surface.