Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 49 Confrontation
The dense rain of arrows enveloped the formation of the Twilight People like a cloud of black mist, but failed to disrupt their formation.

The brown elves on the backs of the Twilight People chanted spells in the Elvish language one after another. Like an invisible plowshare, the soil on both sides of the army rolled up, closed and formed on top of the Twilight People's heads, and then turned into obsidian The hard material forms a corridor that blocks flying objects. The arrow made of white bones pierces the top of the corridor, and the tail trembles in the air, making a dangerous buzzing sound.

Following the manipulation of the brown elves, the brown corridor stretched forward following the footsteps of the people of the dusk, like a foraging earth dragon, biting a small gap in the edge of the darkness that had just been blasted.

Subsequently, a fierce conflict broke out between the two sides.

The twilight giants in the first row slammed their big swords full of twilight light into the ground at the same time. With the cracking sound of shattering, twilight-like light spots poured out from the sword body, turning into a hurricane. A fan-shaped area within a radius of 50 meters in front of the front line.

The movements of the undead soldiers who had no time to evade in that area froze. The moment the darkness they depended on for survival was dispelled, the seeping twilight light deprived them of their vitality for the second time.

They were held in place wielding bone weapons until the lines of the Twilight Giants rushed through and trampled them to shattered bone.

At this time, a faint fragrance suddenly came from the depths of the darkness, like the ointment used by the uncivilized aborigines of the Southern Continent to make mummies.This smell immediately overwhelmed the smell of smashed bones on the battlefield, and passed into the nostrils of the giant warriors and brown elves in the front row.

The eyes of the brown elves and giant warriors who smelled this smell suddenly became confused, their hands stopped involuntarily, their eyes stopped blankly, and then they were knocked to the ground by the Twilight People behind them.

Although they won't be trampled to death with the dusk armor, the brown elves on them are often not so lucky.

The ears of Altaïr and Venata were suddenly filled with the blunt sound of the brown elf's broken body. The last scream of the brown elf before death seemed to be drawn very long, and Altaïr's heart trembled slightly when they heard it.

Seeing this, the brown elves in the back row sang an ancient song in Elvish language again, with a mournful voice, like a cuckoo weeping blood.

As the song sounded, the endless dark depths suddenly became agitated. Countless moon flowers and night herbs tore through the darkness and suddenly grew in size. They grew wildly, and soon became equivalent to living in the primeval forest for thousands of years. The trees are densely packed, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

These flowers automatically sent another exciting fragrance to the Twilight People in the front row, making their eyes clear, and the white fluff growing on their bodies fell off one after another.

At the same time, those giant plants also stretched out their well-developed aerial roots, tightly entangled the bodies of those monsters hiding in the darkness, and then grew tubes as hard as steel drills from the aerial roots, and penetrated deeply. The bone marrow of the entangled skeleton soldiers was sucked out with a tooth-piercing sucking sound, turning into a puddle of bone powder and scattered on the ground.

Altaïr kept moving among the crowd relying on the assassin's body skills, and gradually approached Venata.Although his strength after blessing was not weaker than that of the Twilight People, the "Assassin" once again felt at a loss in the face of this scene of two armies fighting.

At this moment, he felt so insignificant, and the deep sense of powerlessness during the battle of faith once again filled his heart, making him unable to help but want to escape and leave this terrifying battlefield.

However, at this moment, the holy emblem on his chest emitted a warm light, dispelling the fear in his heart.Only then did he realize that he had reached Venata's side.

Even if it's just the projection of the family, with only a half-claw of the goddess of disaster and fear, it can still make people so frightened that their hearts stop beating... Altaïr couldn't help but quietly tapped his chest four times.Afterwards, he swung the "Bleeder" and cut off the head of a charging corpse.

Venata was charging at the front of the line at this time, continuously creating pure fireballs in the color of dawn in her hands.With the blessing of the Holy Emblem, the fireball with the increased "explosion range" has a terrifying killing effect. Undead creatures are blasted out one after another, and the yellow oil stains on their bodies are ignited by the flames, covering a large area again.

Altaïr came to Venata's side, slowed down to protect the opponent's flanks, and at the same time told Venata what happened in a low voice in a Loen language that no one here could understand.

"...In short, I have told you the situation now, and I have found out the news about the God of War that Sister Vespa needs. This should be the meaning of the divination statement that says 'disobey Badheil, but intervene in this matter'? "

Altaïr spoke quickly, and at the same time stabbed repeatedly with his sword, forcing back the skeleton soldiers who wanted to attack Venata from the side.

"Then what should we do now?"

Venata quickly scanned the surrounding environment. At this time, the battle has become anxious, and the shallow gray river has covered the ground of the battlefield. However, due to the extremely strong twilight light here, its killing effect is not very good.

However, under the surface of the water less than two centimeters, strange new undead creatures crawled out. They greedily lay on the bodies of the dead brown elves, devouring their still warm flesh and blood.Then they themselves were pulled back into the river by an unknown force deep in the river, and together with the devoured bloody brown elves, they turned into wraiths wandering in the river.

"Continuing to stay here is also a waste of spirituality... You are ready for the next fire run, and when Badher and the others start besieging the goddess, we will jump to their battlefield and focus on containment to reduce consumption."

Altaïr's eyes flickered slightly, and he had already made a decision.

In this twilight world, although the spirituality of the two can be supplemented, what is supplemented is the false spirituality in this twilight kingdom.To make a simple analogy, the original spirituality of the two is like a glass of milk, and then the spirituality in the Twilight Kingdom is like coffee.The holy emblem absorbed the spirituality of the kingdom of twilight and passed it on to the two, and merged with their original spirituality.

In this way, the two can't actually judge how much their original spirituality is left. As the spirituality used increases, the holy emblem will continue to pour "coffee" into their spirituality containers.In this way, when the two return to the Harvest Church, they will face the danger of losing control brought about by a large spiritual deficit.

(End of this chapter)