The Evil Familiars

Eleazar takes the 'Prayer of the Fallen' all the way to the outskirts of the city.

And the knight with the crimson gaze followed him all the way to the outskirts of the city.

The two men were tens of meters apart, without further communication.

Come to a very desolate looking hillside.

Eleazar suddenly drops his gaze and looks down.

A large scorched black pit appeared suddenly in front of him.

"Well, how come it kind of looks like a spell blasted out?"

Looking at the depression, which was half the size of the playground, he was secretly staggered.

If it's really caused by a spell, this doesn't have 4th level spell energy, I'm afraid.

"Well, here it is."

Eleazar suddenly found this place inexplicably appropriate.

With the knight behind him suddenly gripping his silver sword warily, he slowly took it out and casually flipped through it.

"Do you know why I dared to try to activate this thing?"

Fintan said coldly, "I don't care what you want, I'll recycle the curses when you're dead anyway."

Eleazar shook his head regretfully.

"At the time we all should have sensed the power that this thing was about to inspire, it was twisted, corrupted, corrupted, and perhaps at the time you already thought that it was the power of an evil god, that's why it was so like an enemy."

"But I can say with certainty that it wasn't, because I've experienced His greatness so deeply that if it really was Him, even if it was just a hint of His power, we'd all be dead by the time the first sentence was recited."

Fintan coldly pressed the hilt of his sword, "That's a good analysis, but unfortunately you're not!"

"Yeah? Then we'll see."

Eleazar glanced at him, then raised the ancient text high and let loose with a chant that resonated through this part of the world.

"O God and Lord who created everything!"

"We sing instead of cry!"

"We cry and shout!"

"We pray for your gracious descent!"

"Great Sky Lord-Atorgas!"

...

The sky clouded over for a moment, and the yellowed ancient text levitated up, its pages flipping madly.

A ripple of alienation that caused blood and flesh to rise, hundreds of meters of insects, mustard, rats and ants instantly exploded and died, and the two people on the field were covered in boiling blood and flesh, their bodies constantly bulging with sarcomas and subsiding, seemingly wanting to hatch something but being suppressed by transcendental activity.

Fintan soon couldn't take the corruption anymore and covered his head in a frantic retreat, trying to escape the polluted field.

Eleazar silently resisted both the mental and physical assaults, and sensing that the time was almost up, suddenly drew his sword and cleaved the ancient text floating in the air.

The space all of a sudden seemed to crumble for an instant.

A bunch of things suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Ritual items scattered from the sky, and a dozen or so people in various costumes fell out.

Ancient priestly garments, linen sailor suits, woolen shirts, silk tunics, satin silk robes... All walks of life, it seemed like there was everything in there.

Eleazar found the four youths who looked like university students and asked with a smile, "Hello, may I ask if you know Aegus, is he also involved in the study of translating ancient texts?"

"Aegus..."

"Aegus!"

"Aegus--"

Watching the dozen men roar in unison, Eleazar couldn't help but cover his head and take two steps back.

Instead of weakening because of the broken ancient text, the power of the contamination increased dramatically with the appearance of the dozen or so people, and the distant knight planted himself on the ground with a scream.

Eleazar covered his head as well and nodded slowly, "Good, looks like you all know him then."

"Aegus!"

A dozen or so Polluters howled their hearts out, their chests cracked open like doorways, and a huge bloody eyeball slowly poked out, they coldly probed the surroundings, and then began to tangle and fuse with each other...

The power of the distortion grew stronger in vain!

Eleazar couldn't even stand the infestation anymore, it was as if a million rats were crawling under his skin as the alienation continued to rise and subside, forced backward by the unparalleled power of this contamination.

More than a dozen huge eyeballs stacked together, forming a several-meter-high thing full of slime, with dense tentacles drilling out from the cracks of the sphere, dragging gusts of black mist, it was the unnamable thing that would cause an ordinary person's sanity to crumble and fall into insanity with a single look at it.

"See, it's just an Evil God's Favorite, I was right about that, wasn't I?"

Finally, Eleazar retreated to the knight's side and patted the man howling in agony on the ground.

"You look up for a second."

Veins bursting all over his body, already on the verge of collapse Fintan screamed miserably, "Kill me! Hurry up and kill me, don't let me become that kind of monster!"

Is this the so-called path to justice?

Eleazar despises him for a moment and picks up the silver longsword that has fallen aside.

"Watch the Knight, Silver, it's used like this!"

Slowly infusing the Witcher's unique spirituality into the silver longsword, in an instant! This transcendent metal from the distant past was completely awakened, and a layer of radiant silver light emanated, enveloping the two.

The silver glow blocked out all of the contaminating forces spreading ahead of them, and the distortions were drastically reduced.

"No way! You... Why were you able to awaken Silver!"

Fintan, who had regained his senses, stared in disbelief.

"What the hell kind of sequence are you!!!"

Eleazar walks slowly towards the Evil Familiars with his silver longsword.

"Your righteous fists have no way of defeating evil."

"It is not justice that can fight this evil..."

"It is absolute evil that is darker than evil!"

A brilliant silver light tore through the darkness that had swallowed even the light.

Eyeballs, tentacles, and all sorts of deformed limbs were constantly strewn about.

The Evil God Favored One tried to resist, but its attacks couldn't even break down the Silver Light.

[Residual magic potion: 890/1000]

Eleazar stood in the midst of the limbs littering the ground panting freely.

The soothing sensation of heaps of magic potion residue being consumed flowed through his entire body, and the transcendental activity in his body was giving out a frantic cry!

After a long moment, he walked back to the staring knight and handed back the lone hilt.

"This silver sword of yours, it's not pure enough~"

The rare silver sword inherited from the family was destroyed, and Fintan was instantly so infuriated that his head exploded and he fainted.

...

It was a long time before he awoke with a start and found himself in his bed at home.

Fintan sat up lightning fast, looked around, and felt around his body again.

The ancient text that had been slashed appeared in his pocket, along with the silver sword that had only its hilt left.

When he saw this thing, a mouthful of bad breath came up in his chest, and he could not wait to chop that person to death!

"No, how did I get back!?"

Suddenly the vital question came back to him, and he quickly jumped out of bed and rushed downstairs.

Hearing his footsteps, Finnian, who had a gray apron over his upper body, came out from the kitchen and smiled happily, "Brother, you're awake!"

"Finnian..."

Fintan blushed and asked, "How did I get back?"

"It was Eleazar's classmate who brought you back, he said you were exhausted from chasing thugs down the street."

Needless to say, it must have been that asshole who used his hypnotic ability again while he was unconscious.

Fintan hated it with a passion.

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