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Rilkin glanced left and right and shook his head.

"No, it doesn't seem to be any different here?"

"That's right, 'it's not different.' That's the problem."

"?"

Ruier Jin and the magician of the "Symbol of Sunset" looked at each other, and the puzzled eyes of the two were completely consistent, and it could be seen that the two of them were very confused now.

"Mr. Sigurd, are you saying that this place is too 'clean'?"

"Yes, it's too clean here."

"Too clean..."

Hearing the question from his subordinate behind him and Sigurd's response, Rilkin whispered.

For a moment, Rielkin seemed to understand something.

"This is Avignon, the city where seven Roman Orthodox popes were imprisoned for 68 years. In such an ancient city, there are almost no traces of magic!?"

"It's like the police using the luminol reaction to find blood. Although it can be eliminated with special cleaning agents that can be bought in online stores, if it is done from the beginning, it will be a declaration of 'no silver 300 taels here'" Is there a fact of blood here?"

"So, the other party subconsciously thought of the method of 'eliminating the traces of using a special cleaning agent'. But the result of this is that the place is too clean, not only the 'artificial' reaction has been eliminated, but even Buildings and topography, even the 'forces' of the country and the city itself are removed."

Proceeding forward with the sound of the sharp alarm bell, as a group of people went deeper into the surrounding environment, it could no longer be described as "black".

In the passage that completely lost their vision, a group of golden magicians stopped tacitly at a certain place.

"This is it. This is the 'cleanest' place."

"Howell, Kent, you are the 'hierophant' and 'hiereus', and I'm the 'kerux'..."

There is no redundant response. After years of running-in, the members of "Symbol of Sunset" have a degree of fit comparable to that of "Dawn and Morning Light".

The members of the association each took out their spiritual outfits and stood in their positions tacitly to ensure the smooth progress of the "ensemble".

(Kabbala, alchemy and astrology, together with feng shui and the meaning of "sanctification", they intend to use "sanctification of one's spiritual equipment requires extremely skilled skills", so as to reverse the Roman Orthodox formula Well......)

The magicians of "Symbol of Sunset" are French, and they are very familiar with the land where they were born. As long as they clarify the purpose of the Roman Orthodox Church and its basic theories, they can easily accomplish some significant things.

"It really is here."

"The power of the Roman Orthodox way of processing... is something like purification for other religious formulas. This is a unique 'pulse' of Western Christian society, but using the Christian method will actually Did you miss it..."

"You can't detect it unless you get close to it. The fake 'vein' formed by artificial terrain hides the real 'pipe'...Although I don't want to admit it, if we don't rely on 'feng shui' to deduce the correct 'direction', I'm afraid we In a short period of time, the existence of the 'pipe' could not be noticed at all, and it was very cleverly concealed."

"Sunset Symbol" is a magic association proficient in "Cooperation" and "Large Ceremony", so they are amazed at the methods of the Roman Orthodox Church.

After all, they can't do this kind of technology at present.

This is not to say that they are weaker than the Roman Orthodox Church, but the difference in "size".

Even if it is the largest "gold" association in France or even Europe except for "Dawn and Morning Light", the "Symbol of Sunset" is not a national sect after all, and it cannot match the financial, material and human resources invested by others. The large factions supported by the country as the background are on par.

The inability to practice means that they cannot obtain equivalent "experience", and they do not have enough capital to "trial and error", and the speed of changing their own spells is naturally extremely slow.

"After the Roman Orthodox Church is driven away, how long do you want to study here? I'll go and talk to the 'Daughter of the Overwhelmed Country'. Now I'm doing business."

"Yes."

Rierkin calmed down his excitement and curiosity, because he heard Sigurd say that the "Daughter of the Overwhelmed Country" would give this place to them for research, so Rierkin, who was nearly forty years old, even waved his baton. The movements are brisk.

As far as the "magic brain" is concerned, it probably belongs to the feeling of "golden orthodoxy in France".

"However, although the opponent's method has been clarified, if we want to completely cut off the entire leyline, we need a very large number of people. Although we have enough people, if we want to call back from various places in Avignon, I am afraid that the Roman Orthodox Church will take the first step. React."

While Rilkin said this, the flow of magic power began to change.

The formation of the team of more than ten people has changed, and the "cultural relics" protected by the glass cover around them seem to have been incorporated into the "ensemble" by them and used as "stage props".

"However, now we only need to make the pipeline connecting the Holy See Palace and the Vatican unusable. In other words, we only need to deliberately create a 'loophole' to make the direction of the pipeline slightly shifted, and after mastering the core of the 'pipeline' Now, it couldn’t be easier to do that.”

Rilkin threw the golden baton in his hand into the air, and the slightly selected baton that was falling freely pierced the marble ground accurately, but there was no sound of stones hitting the baton from the sharp front end.

The front end of the golden baton disappeared into the floor as if sinking into the mud, while the ruby ​​at the end that only exposed the ground scattered a pink pentagram outward under the illumination of the magic brilliance.

(It turns out that, using the cutting process and the refraction of light, the technology of quickly starting the "ceremony field" through the overlapping of multiple layers...)

After specific cutting at different layers of gemstones, as long as you can see the "pentagram" formed by a large number of overlapping small edges from a specific angle, and Ruel Gold's ruby ​​further expands this point to " projection".

Accompanied by the soft sounds of "click" and "crash clatter", it was obvious that several small objects fell to the ground.

At the same time, despite being in a windless room, Rilkin's suit was still rattling by some invisible force, as if he was in a storm.

"Walking on the ground, watching..."

The pentagram projected by the ruby ​​rose from the ground, moving up and down like a scanner with the movement of Rielkin.

And every time it moves, the "pipe" hidden underground is like a rough stone whose skin has been peeled off, and its "essence" is being peeled off and analyzed layer by layer.

Rilkin squinted his eyes, then stomped on the ground with his heels.

The impact of the leather shoes on the ground was accompanied by the same soft "click" and "crash" sounds as before.

"The mountain is attached to the ground, peel it off!"

Following Rilkin's instruction, the magician named Howell threw the metal dart in his hand.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of sparks and something breaking when the metal collided with each other, the iron rod that was originally hung obliquely on the wall as a decoration lost its support and fell to the ground with a loud noise.

And the moment the iron rod hit the ground hard, a ripple visible to the naked eye and the landing spread to the surroundings, and it was obvious that there were obvious "rebounds" in several empty positions.

Another stomp, but noticeably shorter than before.

"Heaven and water are against each other, sue!"

The shattering sound followed the order of the "ripples" bouncing back, and it felt like something invisible smashed those "obstacles".

As the shattering sound continued, a louder sound came.

But this is not from Rilkin et al.

"'stolistes (cup bearers)'! 'dadouchos (torch bearers)'! Back left and right..."

The moment Ruier Jin finished speaking, the wall on the side of the crowd was obviously deformed.

boom......

The attack abruptly tore through the outer wall of the museum, completely ignoring the collections containing countless "history" and "culture", and attacked the baton buried in the floor, as well as the entire formation of "symbols of sunset".

The blade, which was larger than the blade of a normal guillotine, seemed to be swung by a giant.

The color is white, drawing a pure white "tail smoke" visible to the naked eye in mid-air.

The attack moved forward in a straight line towards Rilkin and the magicians of the "Symbol of Sunset", advancing with an unstoppable momentum.

too late to block

That was the only thought in Rielkin's head.

Their speed is not fast enough. Although the ceremony field is successfully activated, it is absolutely impossible to guarantee the safety of everyone.

(Then at least keep Howell and Kent out of the way, as long as they don't fall, then my 'imperato' position, Gray can take...)

At the moment when Rilkin had decided to give up his evasion and use spells to push other people out of the enemy's attack range, Sigurd's voice suppressed Rilkin's voice one step at a time.

"He held out his finger. He said that evil exists in pigs. So the army of evil spirits left the man's body and entered the pig's body, thus protecting the peace of the world."

twisted.

The white guillotines thrown by the enemy converged into a point, and the clumps of white powder formed the shape of a pig, and then turned their heads quite simply, rushing towards their creator.

"Priority - Wheat flour at the bottom, air at the top."

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Accompanied by the man's announcement, the "White Blade" exploded in all directions at this moment.

It's not a metaphor, but it really becomes a white powder and scatteres towards the surrounding area.

The powder curtain that swayed like a mist reassembled with the movements of the attacker's fingers.

"Wheat flour?"

Gently sniffing the scattered powder in the air, Rilkin immediately figured out the real body of the powder.

"It depends on the sense of smell, there is a saying..."

When the other party opened his mouth, the focus of all the "symbols of sunset" finally focused on the attacker's overall picture.

It was a man wearing a green dress, and it wasn't just a decoration, but a green dress from the top of the head to the bottom of the feet.

His height is a little shorter in terms of Caucasians. Compared with the tall Rilkin and others, he is estimated to be around 1.7 meters. Under his extremely thin body, he looks extremely short.

But on the other hand, he may not be much younger than Rielkin. Although the dress looks quite loose because of the exaggerated dress and too thin body, the strange dress, thin and concave cheeks, and the symbol of "health" "Smile, it can be said that there is some kind of wonderful vitality...

"Ah, that's right. You 'golden' guys are all dogs..."

Before the man named "Land of the Left" uttered the next word, a black shadow and the magicians who passed through the "Symbol of Sunset" mercilessly pushed the man's green head into the ground among the marble.

It was inserted upside down into the marble like an onion, and the whole head was completely submerged in it, leaving only the limp body half kneeling on the ground.

Even the ring of white powder that was originally wrapped around his wrist completely spread out and sprinkled in the air.

If you look down from above, you can also find that on the cracked marble, the cracks extend to the surroundings just right, forming a standard inverted cross that can no longer be standard.

("Shrinking", "Crown of Thorns" and "God's Execution", three spells were activated at the same time without any preparation...)

Although Rielkin doesn't look very strong, among all the "golden" magicians in the world, except for the exception of Sigurd, it is definitely in the top five.

His strength is definitely not weak, even if it is only for an instant, Rilkin can also judge the prototype of the technique used by Sigurd.

"Mercenary, do you still like sneak attacks as always?"

"?!"

Rilkin's body froze, and his neck turned to the left side of Sigurd's "smash" with a stiff neck.

I saw that the land on the left, which was supposed to be dead, pulled out his head that had been smashed into the ground with both hands quite easily.

Not to mention injuries, except for the fact that the gown was stuck to the wheat flour, there were no extra creases in other places.

"Are you more resistant to beatings than before? Why, did you come here specifically to be a punching bag for me? And you said that you have some habit that is inconvenient to describe?"