Blasphemy Chapter 14: At dusk

When the setting sun was about to sink into the distant mountains, it was able to reveal its full view for a moment amid the dense clouds. It seemed to be venting the passion that had been suppressed all day in this short moment, turning the gray sky into a sea of ​​burning clouds in an instant. Golden-red light patterns flowed like waves, and the sky and earth suddenly became a little brighter.

Under the fire clouds, Mount Auburn has changed from its usual green, black and snow-white decorations and is now covered in a red coat. The red color comes not only from the contribution of the sea of ​​burning clouds in the sky, but also from the large areas of dark red ice on the mountain, which are regularly divided into three or four paths and wind down from the top of the mountain. At first glance, they look like solidified red streams. .

Under the sea of ​​clouds, long trumpet sounds resounded through the sky. The believers of the Silver Holy Cult slowly retreated from Mount Auburn. They supported each other, and hundreds of bodies were dragged along, which were the belongings of their fellow believers. remains.

But those bodies that fell heroically behind the Eye of Wisdom’s defense line could no longer be retrieved.

Today, the Holy Cult believers achieved their best result since the attack on the mountain. In the afternoon, they once broke through the defense line of the Eye of Wisdom, and the warriors at the front could even see the back of the saint praying on the altar! Fanatic mages protected the altar, but Mora remained motionless, turning a blind eye to the weapons and blood that were so close at hand. At this time, there were less than 500 Eye of Wisdom believers who could still hold their position.

A sudden change occurred.

The halo that always enveloped Mora's body quickly expanded outwards, spreading to the entire altar in the blink of an eye, and the soft light radiated hundreds of steps away, illuminating the battlefield. The Mad Faith Mage's spirit was greatly boosted, and his already stagnant spell-casting gestures suddenly became more flexible. The believers of the Eye of Wisdom became even more courageous. Their faith in the goddess filled their bodies and minds, and they shouted and rushed towards the Holy Cult believers. Their enemies felt exactly the opposite. Negative emotions such as fear, confusion, and wavering spread like a plague. The situation of the war suddenly reversed, and the Holy Cult had to sound the trumpet and withdraw its troops.

Hundreds of smoke have already risen from the foot of the mountain, and dinner will be ready soon to replenish the energy of the fanatical followers of the Holy Religion. At the foot of Mount Auburn, several ice mages and warriors who were much more gorgeously dressed than the others kept pointing towards the top of Mount Auburn. One of the old men, wearing a high crown and ivory-white robe, was the highest-ranking priest in the entire southern empire and the leader at the moment. Several warrior leaders beside him were explaining in detail tomorrow's plan to attack the mountain.

Auburn Mountain is extremely steep, with only a few long and narrow passages that can accommodate people going up and down. The reason why Mora chose this place in the first place was not because Mount Auburn was a sacred place. The only reason was because of its danger. Perhaps within a thousand miles, Mount Auburn was the easiest place to defend and difficult to attack.

In just a few days, tens of thousands of followers of the Silver Holy Cult gathered at the foot of Auburn Mountain. They attacked the mountain day and night, but there was no room for maneuver on the narrow mountain road. The fighting place between the two parties could only accommodate twenty or thirty people fighting at the same time. Often after the dozens of people at the front die in battle, the believers at the rear will be blocked by the corpses of the believers, and it takes a lot of effort to climb to the fortifications of the Eye of Wisdom believers. In this way, the followers of the Eye of Wisdom and the fanatical mages, whose number is dozens of times smaller than that of the Holy Religion, can always get precious breathing time to persevere.

If it really can’t be sustained, the Eye of Wisdom cultists will launch the giant crossbow that is only used when defending the city. At such a close range, the power of one arrow from the giant crossbow is enough to pierce through several people without stopping, giving The Saints were greatly hit. Fortunately, there are not many Eyes of Wisdom left in this very destructive weapon.

After discussions with several ice and snow mages, priests and snow palace warriors, they decided to change their tactics and divide the Holy Religion believers who were able to fight into dozens of echelons, and launch a series of continuous attacks in order to exhaust the energy of the people on the top of the mountain. physical strength. This tactic offsets a lot of the natural advantage of the Eye of Wisdom.

In the eyes of the Snow Palace warrior leaders who understand military matters, time is not a problem. Cold and lack of rest will gradually drain the energy of the Cultists of the Eye of Wisdom, and the magic power of the fanatical mages will become less and less day by day. The Holy Cult members under rotation not only have enough food, but can also sleep peacefully to restore their physical strength. The longer time goes on, the closer victory is to them.

In the eyes of the old priest, the lives of the imprisoned believers were not a problem. The number of Holy Cult believers who died in battle on Mount Auburn is now dozens of times greater than the number of believers imprisoned on the top of the mountain. The only thing he cares about is the lives of Saint Mora with the Eye of Wisdom and dozens of fanatical mages. Everyone knows that the Eye of Wisdom’s rise is at least half due to this saintly woman with incredible motivation and extremely rare natural charm.

If possible, he would trade a thousand followers for the life of a fanatical mage. And if he could sacrifice one hundred thousand believers in exchange for the destruction of Mora, he would definitely be willing to do so. Anyway, there are many people in the empire, and believers can continue to be recruited after they die.

As time goes by, the offensive and defensive battles at Mount Auburn become increasingly fierce. In order to carry enough offensive and defensive materials up the mountain, the believers of the Eye of Wisdom did not bring enough food rations. In order to withstand the cold on the top of the mountain and replenish their exhausted physical strength, both the believers and the fanatical mages ate significantly more. But there was a solution to all this long before going up the mountain.

Mora still prays all the time, and the radiance pouring out of her gently guides the magic of the fanatical mages, driving away their physical fatigue. She could clearly feel the state of every surviving believer, and knew that although their will was still extremely strong, their bodies were on the verge of collapse.

Mora knew the source of the food and acquiesced to this solution. For her, as long as she could persist until the day of the sacrifice, any method was sacred.

In fact, the believers of the Eye of Wisdom only brought less than three days of food, because every enemy corpse can be regarded as food!

In addition, the corpses of the Holy Cult believers were piled together and poured with ice water. After a while, it turned into an extremely strong fortress. On the way up the mountain, the blood of the dead and wounded was shed all the way to the bottom of the mountain. In this season of splashing water to form ice, layers of blood and water have already condensed into thick layers of trapezoidal ice.

The smooth ice undoubtedly caused great difficulties for the Holy Cult believers to attack the mountain. Despite this, in the face of the absolute balance of power and the wheel tactics of the Holy Cult, the number of followers of the Eye of Wisdom is still decreasing day by day.

Tomorrow is the time for sacrifice.

When the morning light illuminated Mount Auburn, Mora finally ended her long prayer and stood up slowly. The surviving dozen fanatical mages and more than 300 believers immediately gathered together. They had injuries of varying severity, but their eyes were full of light and hope!

At this time, the rest of the Silver Holy Cult has come to an end. Next, it is time to attack the mountain with all its strength without stopping.

The old priest, surrounded by believers, came to the foot of Auburn Mountain. He held the scripture of the Ice and Snow Goddess in his hand, waved it hard towards the top of the mountain, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Kill the witch and the evil fanatical mage! For the goddess!"

"For the goddess!" Amidst the huge roar, groups of believers began to climb firmly towards Mount Auburn.

The old priest let out another morale-boosting roar. "Go save our brothers! For the goddess!"

However, the real voice in his heart was: "Those dozens of unlucky ghosts will definitely not be saved."

Looking up at the milky white halo that could still be easily identified even on the top of a hundred-meter mountaintop, the old priest thought of all the rumors about the Saint with the Eye of Wisdom, and suddenly felt a little thirsty. Maybe it would be a good idea to capture her alive. But his reason also told him that this was not realistic at all.

The old priest stroked his long snow-white beard, which represented majesty and qualifications, and another thought came to his mind. After this religious war, the Holy Church could no longer rest on its laurels. It was time to select a few saints for the Ice and Snow Goddess.

The other leaders of the Snow Palace Warriors and Ice and Snow Mages were also looking up at the same place on the top of the Auburn Mountain with the high priest. When I thought that the legendary saint would eventually fall under the intertwined swords, I felt a deep sense of reluctance in my heart. I just hope that when she dies, her face is not scratched and she can still see her appearance. Several men thought so.

The attack began, and the Holy Cult believers flocked to the top of the mountain like a tide. When the killing on Mount Auburn was in full swing, it seemed that the war had offended some god, and the earth actually trembled slightly. A snow palace warrior suddenly turned around, his expression immediately changed!

White smoke rises from the distant horizon and rolls towards Mount Auburn. It is filled with ice fragments brought up by the trampling of countless iron hooves on the snowfield. After a while, several leaders of the Silver Holy Cult saw clearly that what came with the smoke and dust were thousands of cavalry!

Behind the cavalry were countless infantry. There are no marks on the banners of this murderous army, and it is not yet clear where it belongs, but judging from its marching posture, it seems that this is a well-trained regular army, and everyone in the Silver Holy Cult has this feeling in their hearts. An ominous premonition arose.

The general leading the army has a light body and is none other than the Bauhinia Butterfly. She raised her hand slightly, and the nearly 20,000 soldiers of the Arei Principality stopped and formed a battle formation behind her.

Facing the hundreds of thousands of Holy Cult believers at the foot of Auburn Mountain, Bauhinia Butterfly drew out her sword with a choking sound, waved it forward, and shouted loudly: "The entire army attacks! No prisoners of war will be left behind!"

In the northern ice fields, life-threatening battles are also going on at the mountain passes. Tens of thousands of Silver Holy Cult believers marched into the valley singing hymns and rushed towards the thousands of insignificant Eye of Wisdom believers who dared to stop them!

At the end of the canyon is a sloping soil **** tens of meters long. The soil **** is covered with a thick layer of smooth ice. Those Holy Religion believers who are not skilled in martial arts but are only physically strong cannot gain a foothold on the soil slope. This **** was not formed naturally, but was lifted up from the flat ground by the astonishing power of magic. There is still a strong magical aura left on the slope, but the heavy smell of death in the magical aura is unbearable.

But there are many followers of the Silver Holy Cult. These fanatical believers are like army ants in the southern virgin forest. The ones behind push the ones in front, and they squeeze up the icy **** step by step. If the person in front stops moving, they will push hard from behind. If they can't push anymore, they will crawl over the top of their companion!

There is another platform several meters high on the top of the hillside. The tall Tikton leader Zagur led the Tikton warriors to stand on the platform and build a steel barrier. They held special giant steel shields and pushed outwards with all their strength. With every push, several members of the Silver Holy Cult would fall from the high platform. After the push, the Tickton warrior's giant ax would roar down and easily chop open the bodies of the Holy Cult believers who were still clinging to the giant shield.

Not long after the battle started, the first half of Zhagur's body had completely turned red. There were more than ten stainless steel battle axes stuck on the ground behind him. Once he chopped it or bent it, Zhagur would throw the battle ax at the crowd in front of him, and some unlucky Holy Cult believer would be hit hard. He fell down with a **** head. Then he would draw a new battle ax in his backhand and fight again. The huge battle ax shining with cyan light roared and whirled, and every time it struck, it would always take away a few lives.

Behind the Tickton warriors stood the elves of the dark side of the moon. They poured sharp arrows at the Silver Holy Cult members at incredible speeds. The tips of the sharp arrows shone with a faint blue light, and they were all filled with poison. Such an arrow does not need to be aimed. As long as it cuts a wound, it will take away a life.

Froya floats in the sky, her spell-casting gestures are graceful and graceful, as if she is dancing. She sends spells, gestures, and scrolls together, and she maximizes the power of the Thunder Prison Ring. Lightning flashed between those plain hands, and countless lightning magics of all kinds poured out like a gust of wind and rain towards the ice and snow mages of the Silver Holy Cult.

Lightning magic is fast and destructive, and the little goblin has countless high-level props that increase magic attack and magic defense. She is also cruel and ruthless. She is definitely a model of pursuing and killing everyone. Therefore, since the war began, three ice mages have fallen under her magic. The third ice mage was still hiding among the believers, and just secretly released an ice ball towards her. As a result, before the ice ball even touched Froya's protective shield, he was already reduced to ashes by four lightning bolts from the goblin with precise placement.

Froya's position occupies the commanding heights. In addition to focusing on dealing with the ice and snow mages of the Holy Cult, her other task is to take into account the entire battlefield situation and provide timely magical support. After she has dealt with the discovered Ice and Snow Mage, she will fly up and down like a colorful butterfly, busy and throwing out a small bottle filled with magic potions, causing a large area of ​​highly toxic concentrated liquid. The fog will envelop dozens of Holy Cult believers. Occasionally, she would summon a wall of fire to block the footsteps of the Holy Cultists, allowing the Tickton warriors on the high platform to breathe a little easier.

At this moment, when a precious magic scroll burned out in her hand, the gate of purgatory made of blood-stained bones roared up from the ground, and the underworld spewing green flames jumped out of the gate!

It was a little confused, confused by the fact that there were so many victims.

What a joyful killing this must be! The underworld demon's body began to tremble with excitement.

At this moment, Froya suddenly heard the very clear sound of horse hooves and rolling wheels. On this battlefield where the sound of killing was overwhelming, the not so loud sound of hooves and cars somehow managed to penetrate the heavy sound waves and reach her ears.

With the sensitivity of a magician, Froya immediately noticed that the source of the sound was abnormal, then raised the height and looked into the distance with vigilance.

At the end of the ice field, a carriage with four drivers was driving towards it. The emblem of the Ice and Snow Goddess on the carriage reflected the light of the ice field, making it extremely dazzling.

Inexplicably, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated!

Froya began to chant the curse, and wild thunder and lightning couldn't help but surge out of her hands, but they were restrained by the powerful magic power and could not be released. Finally, when the violent thunder and lightning accumulated to the critical point where it must explode, Froya waved her hands, and three dazzling blue electric **** were connected together by lightning chains, surrounding each other, spinning at high speed, and headed straight for the car. The strange carriage flew away.

The three connected electric **** quietly sank into the carriage compartment. The gorgeous carriage instantly turned into transparent blue, as gorgeous as a car of the gods!

But the splendor is always short-lived. The beautiful blue faded in the blink of an eye, and the carriage carriage silently exploded into a ball of flying black powder.

But there was no one in the carriage!

When Froya was stunned, a faint wind suddenly seemed to pass by her. The strange feeling passed away in an instant. She looked around, but found nothing. At this time, from the corner of her eye, she saw the Tickton warriors below were engaged in a fierce battle again. A corner of the formation was about to be rushed away by the crazy Holy Cultists. Without thinking about anything else, she immediately took out an amber filled with dark green liquid. Vial, throw it down hard.

A green poisonous cloud bloomed among the followers of the Silver Holy Cult again. In the swirling poisonous cloud, the Holy Cult believers fell one after another. Their pilgrimage had come to an end.

In the north, ripples suddenly appeared in the sky, and the brilliant and gorgeous floating city slowly emerged from the void. It hovered, slowly turned at an angle that was extremely small for its huge size, and then began to fly along the coastline of the icy ocean.

Below the floating city, the thick ice layers were shattered under the invisible huge pressure, and the magical beasts with a little intelligence had already escaped.

In the center of the Fengyue main hall, there was a magic well with a diameter of ten meters. There is a very light mist floating in the well, like a gauze-like cloud flow. Looking down through the clouds, we can see the shrunken Northland Ice Coast.

This magic well is like a window to another space, showing not a flat image, but a complete miniature world.

In the world in the well, you can see that countless colors are flowing, drifting, and changing.

Beside the magic well, Feng Yue, Wella and Macbeth stood respectively, forming a tripod.

Macbeth is still a golden figure with no physical feeling. He points to the magic well and says: "Although the hiding place of the Ice and Snow Goddess is secret, the fluctuations of divine power when she issues oracles, as well as the faith of her believers, are Judging from where the power gathers, her body or at least part of her godhead should be located in this area."

As Macbeth's spirit fluctuates, the world in the well changes accordingly. The ground is continuously drawn closer, everything on it gradually enlarges, and a cliff hanging on the ice of the ocean gradually becomes clear. In the world in the well, there are countless bright white lights that cannot help but gather from all directions, turning into countless tiny seven-color light spots around the cliff, and slowly falling.

The cliff is getting bigger and bigger, and now it can be seen that it is actually a huge piece of ice that has been frozen for thousands of years! Judging from the surrounding terrain, this cliff made of giant ice is actually a thousand meters high!

A burst of indescribable coldness suddenly rose in the depths of the souls of the three people in the hall, followed by a burst of extremely sharp angry shouts, which sounded like two giant pieces of ice rubbing against each other.

The scenery in the magic well suddenly jumped, and then three groups of vague cold air seeped out, attacking Feng Yue, Wella and Macbeth respectively!

Macbeth's pale golden body became extremely thin, allowing the cold air to pass through his body and float to a thick stone pillar behind him. The stone pillar suddenly lost its luster, and the middle section suddenly turned into countless powders that were so fine that they could not be distinguished at all, and were scattered in the slight wind in the hall.

Weina opened her lips slightly and blew out a strong wind that could destroy everything, easily scattering the cold air that hit her face.

But Fengyue just stared at the cliff. The closer the cold air got to her, the thinner it became, until finally it dispersed on its own.

Macbeth said in a deep voice: "It can't be wrong! It seems that most of the goddess of ice and snow are hiding in this cliff. It seems that she has just accumulated enough power of faith to wake up from her deep sleep. Come. By the standards of gods, she is very weak now and has little divine power. I really don’t know what happened before to make a **** sleep in this plane."

He looked up at Wella and asked: "Lord Audreyhe, can you use the Insight Field to explore the reason why the Ice and Snow Goddess fell into a deep sleep? This will be of great help to us."

Weina frowned and said: "I only have the lowest level of divinity. Compared with the goddess of ice and snow, I am much worse in terms of divinity. So insight cannot be used."

Macbeth looked at the cliff for a while and said slowly: "It doesn't matter if we can't have insight. We still have a chance. Lord Fengyue, what do you think?"

Feng Yue said calmly: "She is very weak. So we can start."

The floating city shines brightly and accelerates into the distance.

In the main hall, Macbeth has already left, but Feng Yue is still watching the ever-changing scenery in the magic well. The fleeting mountains, ravines, rivers and fields made her silver eyes flicker, but there was no specific scene that could stay in Feng Yue's eyes.

Weina looked at Feng Yue's fixed eyes and suddenly sighed and said: "It will be a war with a true **** soon."

Feng Yue said calmly: "We will eventually win, we just don't know who will be destroyed in the war."

Wella wanted to say something, but she hesitated. She was silent for a moment, and finally said softly: "Fengyue, no one knows what will happen in the war between the gods. I...go and ask him to come in."

Feng Yue's black hair suddenly fluttered slightly.

She suddenly fell silent.

Wella quietly left the hall, and a moment later, Rogge walked in as if walking on thin ice, surrounded by a solid silver light. After several painful experiences of meeting the goddess, the fat man really didn't dare not be on full alert. But this time there was no raging energy storm in the hall, nor was there a strong holy light that could blind one's eyes.

He saw the silver eyes, the black hair, and the goddess floating in the air.

Feng Yue slowly fell to the ground and walked toward him step by step.

When their eyes met, there was a bang in Rogge's mind. Countless memory fragments emerged from the deepest part of his consciousness, spliced ​​together in a messy manner, and immediately burst out and flew in all directions like electricity, weaving an extremely chaotic scene. a picture of. Rogge couldn't discern the true meaning of the chaotic thoughts in his mind, but the only thing he could confirm was that when facing the approaching goddess, he had no fear, only a wildly beating heart and a vague expectation!

Behind those pair of silver eyes, there seemed to be too many things hidden. Rogge tried hard to see through, but all he saw was a glistening silver light.

"Roger." Feng Yue suddenly called.

Roger responded: "What are your orders?"

Feng Yue's lips opened slightly, then closed again, over and over again, and finally squeezed out a cold word: "In a moment...be careful."

Roger suddenly felt warm in his heart and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't die that easily. ~IndoMTL.com~ The light in Feng Yue's eyes suddenly jumped for a few times. She wanted to say something again, but she never could. Even one syllable.

She finally waved.

Roger turned around and left. With every step he took, the heavy footsteps beat on the two agitated souls.

The door of the main hall was closed heavily behind Rogge.

"When this war is over, I should look for Odeleh more often! The distance between gods and humans is not far, isn't it?..." Rogge suddenly had such an idea. He suddenly smiled and felt that a whole new world seemed to have opened in front of him, so he quickened his pace to leave.

"When this war is over, I... will be a real god..." Feng Yue stared blankly at the closed door of the main hall.

A drop of water comes from nowhere, falls to the ground, splashes into jade fragments that cannot be caught, and finally dissipates into the void, not knowing where to go.

This is the first drop.

Will this be the last drop?