Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 555 Is the goddess a man? (Two updates have been made up, please vote)

The situation is a little bit wrong...

Vivian frowned and fell into deep thought.

As one of the three goddesses of Phantom, she also has some understanding of Wild Hunting.

Normally, wild hunting activities are not so frequent, and they often calm down for a period of time after completing the hunting.

Otherwise, there would be no living people in the entire Celtic God generation.

Moreover, the ordinary wild hunting army did not seem to have resurrected the corpse and drove these undead people to chase the living creatures.

This is more like...the power of the gods?

An ominous premonition surged into my heart, and a rare seriousness appeared on Vivian's cynical face:

"Teacher, let's go and have a look!"

Loren nodded and agreed, following the fire and howling, and rushed to the crime scene with Vivian.

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At the same time, Cornwall County Princess City.

Nearly a thousand fully armed human soldiers gathered at the top of the city and looked out of the city with pale faces.

Under the rich night, thousands of undead bodies, made of gray mist, covered with armor on the outside, holding spears and swords and shields in their hands, rushed towards the city gate again and again like a tide.

However, the three intertwined red and black light curtains successfully turned them away, winning a chance to breathe for the city.

"The Three Phantom Goddesses are above you, please give us victory and glory!"

The druids who came from the temple prayed devoutly before the war and applied blessings and gain magic to the soldiers on the scene.

The soldiers silently recited the real name of the goddesses, and suddenly felt infinite courage gushing out of their bodies, dispelling their fear of death and the coldness around them.

Immediately, under the order of the officers, they set up guns and shields, pulled out the longbow, aimed their weapons outside the city and began to give up the breakthrough of the main gate, trying to attach the ants to the wild hunting army that attacked the city.

"put!"

A command sounded, arrows on the city wall were raining, and curse bombs flew everywhere.

The attack mixed with wisps of golden divine light fell into the wild hunting army like water drops falling into the oil pan, making a dull explosion, blowing through hundreds of undead spirits.

However, before the people on the wall could be happy, the thick gray fog around rushed into the bodies of the dead, and they mended their broken bodies at a speed visible to the naked eye to restore them to normal.

Immediately, the undead stood up in explosions and flames, wrapped in storm of gray mist and black smoke, and rushed to the city gate without fear of death.

For a moment, a pot of holy fires sacrificing to the gods around the city wall swayed violently, like a candle in the wind.

The darkness spreading from outside the city gradually expanded into the city.

Seeing this, the soldiers and the druids felt a chill in their hearts, and they recited the goddess's real name and prayer to God even more piously and quickly.

The golden power of faith overflowed from their bodies and gathered into the majestic sacred temple in the city.

On the high altar, three statues of goddesses stood tall.

They held swords, shields, holy guns, magic wands, and wands, wearing armor or robes, relying on each other in a triangular manner, facing three directions, watching the entire city together,

This is the three goddesses of Phantom who are in charge of fertility, prosperity and death. They are also the master who leads the warriors to victory on the battlefield and the guardian of Cornwall.

Looking at the original sacred fire that continued to shine in front of the altar, and the gray fog that was almost too thick to melt above the city, the newly grown Cornish prince wiped the cold sweat on her forehead with lingering fear.

Otherwise, the three goddesses' protection, the wild hunting army outside might be able to sneak into the city quietly tonight, plunder the souls and vitality of all living beings, and turn this place into a dead city.

Fortunately, he listened to his dead father's advice and did not dare to move the money for building the temple. He was also diligent in his usual service.

Otherwise...

Realizing that he had walked in the gates of hell, the young Grand Duke of Cornwall felt scared and turned around and hired more than a dozen fairy warlocks behind him to ensure his safety, and ordered:

"We must guard the sacred temple and ensure that the sacred fire is not extinguished! As soon as the sky is dawn, these monsters will return to the ground because of fear of the sun!"

The druids and fairy warlocks in the temple nodded, fulfilling their duties with all their heart and strength.

This is not only for the usual salary, but also for saving one's own life.

The dead and the living are naturally in conflict, and there is basically nothing good to happen if they encounter them.

The wild hunters outside the city are even more terrifying. They are the incarnations of death and will actively hunt live animals in the wild. Ordinary people can only escape when they run into them.

If the sacred fire is extinguished and Cornwall is broken, think about it and know what the consequences will be for those living hiding in the city.

Because not long before the attack, the druids of the temple also tried to ask for help from the other cities under their jurisdiction.

No response was made.

To be precise, there is probably no living person in the nearby towns.

I used to have had a few wild hunts on a regular basis, but it has never risen to the current level of horror.

What's wrong with Britain?

The druids and the fairy warlocks looked at the wild hunting army and the almost boundless gray fog outside the city through the projection of the crystal ball and the holy fire, and kept praying in their hearts.

Goddess bless you, you must withstand it!

If we can spend tonight safely, we swear that we will serve you three devoutly!

It seemed that he had heard the prayers of everyone. The fierce hunting army rushed several times in a row, but failed to shake the blessings of the three goddesses outside the city. The army retreated backwards like the sea water of the ebb.

Success?

Everyone was excited, celebrating the luck of surviving the disaster.

However, the excitement had not lasted for a few seconds, and a violent roar suddenly came from the underground of the central square of the town.

As several thick blue-gray stone slabs were lifted up, dozens of human-shaped monsters with black smoke, foggy armor, pale eyes and stiff bodies were roaring out of the exploded deep pit.

Seeing this, the young Grand Duke of Cornwall was shocked:

"Is there an entity? What is this!"

"The undead! The undead!"

A fairy warlock answered tremblingly, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Legend has it that this creature is the relative of the God of Death, has an almost immortal body, and will crazily hunt and kill all living things and offer sacrifices to the God of Death in the dark.

In other words, this sudden large-scale [wild hunt] is likely to involve a [god] behind the scenes!

Thinking of this, the fairy warlock couldn't help but tremble. Seeing those undead charge towards the temple where the three goddesses were worshipped, the Duke of Cornwall was anxious:

"They will extinguish our holy fire and stop them!"

The temple guards, druids and fairy warlocks woke up as if they were dreaming, and hurriedly picked up their weapons, ready to suppress the chaos.

However, the monsters are far more powerful than they expected.

Under the jingling of gold and iron, the guards found that ordinary weapons only aroused the black fog on these things, making it difficult to hurt the other party.

Even if they used enchantment weapons and spells to destroy their limbs and cut off their heads, these monsters still attacked the living creatures around them without fear, like killing machines without fear and emotion.

What's worse is that there are some more powerful non-human existences among them.

"Roar!"

Several monsters with black air all over their bodies roared with their necks, waving their claws as long as two meters long, sweeping across the surroundings.

The nearby temple guards broke their bones, and were beaten away by unrivaled huge force, falling heavily to the ground, vomiting blood.

"God...kill!"

"Fairy... Kill!"

"Human...kill!"

Accompanied by a vague and gloomy murmur, a monster rushed forward, stepped on the seriously injured soldier's waist and abdomen, and grabbed his legs with one hand, instantly tearing it into two halves in the human shrill scream.

The bright red blood and slippery intestines were poured on the monster, as if the black fog on its body became more intense and more gloomy.

And under the stimulation of the **** smell, the other undead also showed gloomy and greedy eyes, rushed towards the crowd, causing a **** storm.

Everyone had never seen such a formation, and they were suddenly overturned and were easily killed and crossed.

Seeing that the monsters in the square had broken through the blockade and appeared at the entrance of the church and in front of the city gate, the young Cornish grand duke showed despair.

It's over!

Once the temple or city gate falls and the city is gone without the blessings of the gods, the wild hunting army outside can take advantage of the opportunity to rob the vitality and soul of all living things in the city.

The great three goddesses of Phantom, you are the masters of life, death and war, and the dominant of the undead, save them!

At this moment, the Grand Duke of Cornwall, who was at the end of his journey, could only hope for the Lord God believed in the Cornwall area and shout for help in his heart.

It seems that the existence in the dark heard the prayer of this human believer, and the light traces flashed in the church.

At the same time, several golden flames slashed through the dark night and fell into the city, accurately knocking dozens of undead people who had stepped into the temple with half their feet into coke.

  Really come?

Goddess, from now on, I will be your three most loyal lackeys!

The Duke of Cornwall was overjoyed and expressed his loyalty to the three beings in his heart. He wanted to kneel down on the spot and lick the three goddesses of Phantom who saved him from water and fire.

However, as the smoke and dust in front of the church dissipated, the Grand Duke of Cornwall's expression was a little dull.

Flat chest, Adam's apple...

Is the goddess a man? !

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“Ah snee!”

At the same time, Vivian, who turned into petals and descended in front of the city gate, sneezed heavily.

Who is slandering me behind the scenes? Don't be caught by me!

Vivian muttered, raised his wand and gently tapped it to the ground.

Suddenly, a circle of pink ripples spread out.

After hundreds of undead people rushing to the city gate, they turned into pink petals all over the sky, drifting in the wind, and returning to the dust again.

The beautiful pictures dilute the **** smell of the battlefield and show an elegant art of killing.

Vivian nodded with satisfaction, and a hint of satisfaction appeared in her purple eyes full of dreaminess.

Dream creation is just the most obvious function of [change], and it is also her to use it to excuse the teacher's appearance.

  Changing the form and structure of matter, turning virtual into real, turning real into virtual, leading birth and inheriting death is the real mystery of this [theistic power].

The reason why she wanted to hide this trump card was of course to prepare to give the teacher a big surprise after she finished her studies.

"I'll deal with these living dead people who broke in. You are responsible for controlling the field and treating the wounded!"

A low voice came from the street. Vivian quickly suppressed the distracting thoughts in her heart, raised the magic wand in her hand, and sprinkled the dreamy colors forward.

Suddenly, the cold ground turned into an endless sea of ​​flowers, and the living dead people who broke into the city crashed into the illusion like headless flies.

Sensing that the living people around him had been isolated, Luo En vomited a breath of turbid air from his chest.

A group of ancient divine words such as Hemisven, Lun Rune, Titan, Elf, and the newly learned Okan Shuwen appeared behind him, like twinkling stars, igniting dazzling fire, shooting towards hundreds of living dead in the illusion.

“Boom boom boom boom boom boom!”

The violent explosion sounded in the illusion, and the undead, surrounded by black air, turned into pale ashes and scattered under the golden flames filled with sacred power.

As if he noticed that the raid had failed, a roar came, and the gray fog outside the city contracted sharply, and the army of wild hunting hidden in it retreated like a tide.

"Win! We won!"

The soldiers who survived the disaster threw away the shields filled with gray-air arrows, lifted their helmets, sat behind the walls, and gasped heavily.

Retreat?

Luo En narrowed his eyes and told Vivian:

"You guard this place and I'll go outside and take a look!"

Immediately, he turned into a stream of light, rushed out of the city, chasing the wild hunting army that was retreating like a tide.

(This chapter ends)