The Descent of Evil (II)

The knight who was about to be swept into the giant mouth of the abyss struggled.

"Ah!!!"

A figure that leaped high into the air roared and brought the searing, rolling twin spears in his hands together, before erupting in a blinding light that made his body pause.

The tentacle that was hanging down from the sky snapped with a sound, in a beam of light that looked like a meteor sweeping by.

The Holy Lance Garn, who was the first to land on the ground, stood up and stabilized his body, and threw a large number of sacred runes in all directions to form a radiant barrier, blocking other tentacles from attacking, as well as those contaminants from approaching.

Getting a brief respite, he quickly replaced the holy crystals on his gauntlets that had all but gone out.

Seven whole ones, this is the bishop-level clergy meditating for 70 days to condense the sacred crystals.

There was only time to hastily load back 5 of them, and the knight had fallen off.

After finally loading another explosive flare to disperse the dense swarm of monsters surrounding the outside of the barrier, Garn lifted his soon-to-be-melted Holy Lance again and rushed out to meet them.

It went well enough to bring back the young knight who was so tainted that he was black and purple.

Replacing the cracked morning glory insignia that had been all over his collarbone socket, Garn put on another goggle to look up and check out the horrible evil god that suddenly hadn't moved a bit.

The sky was chaotic for a moment, and the giant face that loomed there became a blur.

In the distance, the evil believer let out a heart-rending scream.

"No ----!"

Suddenly, all the contaminants rushed towards that villa in the back.

Garn froze, realizing that it was the vanished Witcher who had gone off to do something great, and immediately got up and went out to prepare for backup.

But just then, he was acutely aware that the exposed skin felt a tingle, and his fur was curling slightly.

It was unimaginably hot...

Dragon's breath!

Thinking of the terrifying abilities unique to that mythical creature of Witcher's, he instantly returned to the barrier at a faster pace, even adding two more defenses just in case.

Then, a roar that seemed to come from the distant past resounded through the heavens and earth.

An overwhelming red light spread from the end of his vision, and the sun-like glow stung Garn's eyes to tears.

"Anon ----!"

Only after the soul-crushing dragon's roar had ceased for a moment did Garn open his eyes to see that the earth around him was scorched black, and fires that would not go away rose from the cracks.

Countless firemen stumbled forward and then planted themselves.

He realized that he had wasted the sacred rune, the dragon's breath had bypassed his holy light boundary with great precision, and the land behind him was normal.

And the evil believer, the carousel facility, the gambling table with the arbiter lying on its back.

Everything else was reduced to ashes.

"Hurry!!!"

Witcher with three white soul crystals rushes out and tosses two over.

Gahn jumped up and caught it in one hand, turned, and ran to the carousel, contemplating it for a moment.

Soon, the three acolytes whose souls had been taken also lay in the Holy Light Boundary.

How could the symptoms of a soul leaving the body be so easy to recover from, if it was an ordinary person, they would have died long ago.

Garn checked the faint breathing that several people had regained and asked with a hard look on his face, "How are we going to get out of here?"

"Now!"

Witcher slowly clenched his fists, and in a burst of dark red fire that ignited from his body, a dark armor covered his body.

Garn quickly raised his holy spear as well.

In the distance, that Evil Believer's body was pulling up inch by inch, even the bones were bursting out of the flesh and blood to grow crazily, obviously being used as a vessel for the Evil God's descent, and underwent a shocking mutation.

Witcher held a silver sword in one hand, his face, covered by half a sheet of face armor, inclined over, his lips moving slightly.

"Do you know how the primordial space crystal was formed?"

Garn was stunned, "Know a little..."

"Not so good, I hear it's a waste of time."

Eleazar only had to explain, "The way you say is purely violent destruction, while the other quick way is to break the rules."

"I'm going to take care of that Evil God's detachment, you think about how to break the rules, and if we can't, we'll still have to violently destroy the space to get out when the time comes."

After saying that, Witcher stepped out of the Holy Light Boundary which was already shrouded in boundless darkness.

"A bet?..."

Garn summoned his three doppelgangers, picked up another deck of cards that were missing from the east, and meditated hard, still looking up now and then at the sky and earth that had been plunged into pitch blackness.

In the endless darkness, the air floated with a thick and strange black fog, and nothing could be seen within one meter of the normal field of vision, and even the Sacred Eye could barely make out a little vague outline within a hundred meters.

A hazy yet massive and bizarre thing moved slowly through the mist, and it was because it was hard to see that the invisible pressure became even more appalling, enveloping him from the sky as if it were materialized, and pressuring him to gasp for air.

"He... Can get it right?"

It wasn't that he didn't believe in Witcher's strength, but the aura of the enemy was just too much.

And Eleazar, who had approached the evil body, saw it more clearly than the acolytes farther back, and experienced the suffocating pressure more deeply.

It was a horrible monster like a type of spider, with eight long and thin tentacle legs that seemed to be hanging down from the sky, holding up a huge oval body in the clouds, all the wrinkled surface of the body was covered with human faces with different expressions, the moment it came into contact with the line of sight, there were countless evil thoughts infected with the gaze, Witcher tilted his head back a little on the spot, with blood seeping out of the corner of his nose and eyes, and the Morning Glory insignia in his chest The Morning Glory badge on his chest directly exploded.

With great difficulty, he averted his gaze which seemed to be drawn like a magnet, Eleazar produced three more Morning Glory badges and, with an uncontrollable howl of endurance, stuck them all into the flesh and blood.

"Hoo... Hoo..."

Just as the pupils of his disoriented eyes widened and his mouth opened wide to gasp for air, a blood-red vine spread across the surface of the ground from in front of him.

Wherever the touching feet traveled, vines like veins quickly emerged from the earth, accompanied by the creation of pustules like hematomas, contaminating the scorched earth as horrifyingly as chambers of flesh and blood.

The true strength of most evil gods was not strong, what was strong was His spiritual pollution and those incomprehensible top five characteristics.

Indescribable, unheard, unseeable, untouchable, incomprehensible.

If you try those behaviors, your brain will be overloaded due to the acquisition of incomprehensible information, and you can't even screen out that incomprehensible information from your brain. Along with the attempts to comprehend and analyze, most people will experience hallucinations, ravings, insanity, and other abnormal symptoms, which are referred to in the transcendental realm as mental pollution.

Perhaps the only way to be completely relieved is to go mad.

As one Morning Badge after another crumble, a pained Witcher rushes up and cleaves the tentacles of the Evil God's doppelganger with a single stroke of his sword.

"Ah!!!"

It hurts, it hurts too much...

A sharp pain as if the brain was being stirred, a sharp pain as if the soul was going to be torn apart.

Eleazar gritted his teeth and stared at the blank pupils of his eyes that were almost on the verge of losing their sanity as he mechanically slashed at the evil god's doppelganger that had planted itself down.

Trying to spit out dragon breath to speed things up, the severely disturbed consciousness ended up just spitting out a few wisps of fire.

The mouth that opened and then couldn't close anymore only had to keep repeating the message from the magic guidebook.

"We only have two kinds of pain."

"One is the agonizing pain of success, the other the remorseful pain of failure..."