Our family is in decline

The structure of the church is not just the auditorium, but a whole complex of buildings, which once accommodated hundreds of clergy living and working in it.

No matter how glorious it was in the past and how many people believed in it, the church is now dilapidated, with large collapsed houses, missing top floors, and broken glass.

Because the front door was stuck due to disrepair, the monks entered from the living areas at the back, walked all the way up to the auditorium, and then were beaten back.

Since the enemy's position was determined, Lance entered directly from the front and forcibly pushed open the broken door. The wear and tear made it make a fierce sound, just like the powerful music of the boss in the game.

After many years, the sun shone into the church from the main door again, and the huge wall made of colored glass was shining with brilliant light.

All the benches that were originally provided for believers to participate in prayer were in sight, but most of them were destroyed now. The scene was very chaotic, and it could be felt that a tragic battle had taken place here.

Because Martin and his team didn't even have time to take the bodies away, that is, the winter temperature was low enough, otherwise they would have been occupied by the stench.

As soon as you enter, you can hear the irrational giggles that echo madly - the madman is hiding here, behind the bench, chattering his stupid nonsense!

The voice seemed to have a strange power, echoing in the empty auditorium, making people tremble unconsciously. The team entered and soon found the source of the sound.

Taller than ordinary humans, dirty rags draped over his head to cover his face, vaguely visible eyes wrapped in red cloth, sparse teeth like old gums withered, dirty makes the beard on the chin dark yellow, coupled with the pointed nose, the whole looks like an evil wizard in a horror story.

A wooden shackle restrained his head and one hand, the other hand broke free from the shackle, but it was stained with blood red, holding something in it.

The grayish-blue skin was covered with abscesses, and there were traces of various vicious torture instruments all over his body. A large number of swords were still inserted into his body, and chains were tied up with iron blocks to restrict him. He was not dead, as if to declare that he was no longer human.

The prophet of the end of the world!

The one who had peeped into the secrets of the ancestor.

Like many villains, the ancestor liked to write a diary. Lance got the memoirs left by the ancestor before the execution of the catastrophe ritual from the packages he found in the dungeon.

Just a simple flip through can make you feel the guy's viciousness and cruelty from the distant text. The memoirs also record information about this prophet.

But in the ancestor's mouth, the prophet is an incoherent madman, a disseminator of the end of the world, and a messenger of the apocalypse.

[The excavation under the mansion is in full swing, and at this time, a ragged poor guy came to our town. This filthy, toothless degenerate was strangely aware of my aims, and prophesied to anyone who would listen that I would bring about the end of the world.

This babbler must be silenced! But, to my chagrin, it proved almost impossible to do so. How had he survived death row, deep cold water, and even when I had plunged my knife into his back so frantically? How had he returned again and again to provoke a violent reaction from the townspeople with his wild predictions and speculations?

Finally, giving in to his unusual physical resilience, I lured him to the dig site. There, I showed him the "thing" and explained my plan in detail. Successfully, I watched him tear his eyeballs out of his sockets and run screaming into the shadows - crying madly: The end will come for us all. 】

From the memoir, it can be easily seen that the prophet once predicted that the ancestor would bring the end of the world, and then he was caught and persecuted by the "evil-bringing" ancestor.

You must know that the ancestor had killed witches, sank pirates, and killed wizards. He was merciless, but no matter whether he was chopped with a knife or chopped with an axe or sunk into the water, he could not kill the prophet. The weird scene even gave the ancestor a headache.

The ancestor had no choice but to take him to see his excavation site, and with the help of the indescribable power, he finally defeated the prophet's reason. The terrified prophet dug out his eyes and fled into the ruins of the church in fear, which was the last place where Hamlet might be safe in his instinct, the shelter of holy light.

But it was a pity that the church was still destroyed in the catastrophe, leaving only him there to talk nonsense about the prophecy of the end of the world.

Lance had no time to explain to them at all, because the two sides started fighting as soon as they met.

Seeing the newcomer take the first step, the prophet of doom stretched out his blood-stained big hand, and when he opened it, he found two vivid eyeballs, which were the eyes that he saw the indescribable thing dig out.

At this time, with his action, the double-ring complex ritual pattern composed of dark red runes appeared.

Prophecy!

The chosen Bigby became alert like a nervous beast, but as the dark red runes disappeared, no strong spells came.

But Lance spied that the power of the ritual was entangled with Bigby, and he didn't know when it would explode.

"It's the power of destiny! I know, he is the missing wandering prophet..."

And Alhazred's reaction was even stronger. He said some unclear words and lost his usual calmness.

Lance couldn't care less about that at this time. The best solution was to kill that thing first.

"Bigby, change your body and kill him!"

He raised his hand and took out the hand cannon to shoot. The huge bullet was ejected under the impetus of gunpowder. The speed was so fast that it even tore the air and made a whistling sound.

The bullet shot into the body of the prophet, but it just made him stagger. It didn't seem to be hurt too much. It really turned into an inhuman existence.

Lance shouted to wake up several people. Bigby didn't care so much. He took off his coat and threw away the chain and let out a roar.

The next second, the beast form appeared and rushed forward with a roar.

But the prophet was surrounded by the dilapidated benches. If he wanted to get close to them, he had to destroy them first. Bigby thought so too. He waved his claws directly, as if he was going to tear the rotten wood into pieces in the next second.

Then the claws collided with the wood and made a dull sound. It was not torn into pieces, but only left a few scratches.

But Bigby's momentum was too late to stop, and he was stopped by crashing into those wooden chairs. Only he knew how embarrassing that was.

Anyway, Lance couldn't hold back after seeing this scene.

Before, he laughed at the monks, a team of masters, champions and legends, but they couldn't even beat a madman. Now Bigby couldn't even break a few broken chairs after his transformation, and was tripped.

"The bench is blessed with extraordinary power." Alhazred reminded, and he also used [Hand of the Abyss] to try to control the prophet.

However, the tentacles passed by but were easily resisted by the prophet. His resistance to the power of the abyss was much stronger than that of the Lord of the Dead.

The prophet had no intention of sitting and waiting to die, and he opened his mouth and roared incomprehensibly.

Scold!

The strange power covered everyone on the field, making people feel a strong discomfort, and even Lance was not spared, because this was a curse acting on the flesh.

On the contrary, Bigby's resistance to various attacks after his transformation was far superior to that of humans, so he was directly exempted, but at this time he was still destroying the benches like a violent beast.

Junia was not easy to bully either. She held up the iron torch, and the flames bursting out of it were like her heart.

Judgment!

The holy light, which was stronger than ever before, turned into a lightning and fell, and the prophet finally showed obvious damage.

But it was not enough to kill him. His tenacious vitality made the old ancestor helpless.

Jeanne was hit, but then she got rid of that negative state with the blessing of Lance. She thought that her promotion to a master was already amazing, but she didn't even have the qualifications to intervene in this kind of battle, and even became a burden.

But she understood that the lord asked her to come here to train herself, and she would never allow herself to hide behind.

Then she picked up the axe she had taken from the skeleton shield soldier and chopped it. However, the prophet was hiding in the corner, surrounded by benches, so it was not easy to get close. She could only bite the bullet and chop wood. To be honest, the effect was even better than Bigby using claws. In some cases, it was a professional match.

From the situation of the two of them, we can see the difficulties of the friars' team at that time.

Those knights are melee fighters. If you can't break through those benches, you can't directly hurt the prophet. The monks and bishops can't kill him in a short time.

But the prophet is not a target standing still. Just like now, a few bricks and stones suddenly fell on Bigby's head.

Ruins and rocks!

It is still very dangerous for stones as big as a human head to fall from a high altitude. Bigby's fighting instinct certainly realized it and wanted to avoid it, but he was inexplicably tripped by the wood. The next second, the square stone hit him hard.

Even in beast mode, the confrontation between the flesh and the stone still hurt him, but having thick skin and flesh is still good, so he climbed up by himself, but the look in his eyes was no longer as crazy as before.

Because the prophet raised the eyeball in his hand again, the dark red double ring ceremony came again.

Prophecy!

But this time it was not Bigby, but pointed at Alhazred and Junia in the back row.

The prophet predicted that Bigby would be hit by the falling rocks, and he really was hit, and now there are two, as if the strange eyes really saw the future events.

"The power of fate controlled by the prophet modified the events, and no matter what, it will fall on your head under the guidance of fate."

Alhazred made an explanation, which simply means don't try to hide.

Now he no longer expects to control it, but directly launches [Weak Curse] to severely weaken the prophet, in order to escape the power of fate later.

Junia turned into a turret and continuously cast divine arts to bombard the prophet, which also attracted the prophet's attention, and the eyeball in his hand was raised again.

But this time, what bloomed out was a single circle of white runes, with a pyramid-shaped triangle in the middle, and of course, the shadow of an eye.

Empty stare!

The special ritual pattern created another effect, and the strange power even affected Alhazred beside him. Both of them suddenly stopped moving, as if they were sinking into nothingness, and their faces showed horror.

Lance naturally couldn't let it go, and immediately blessed and awakened the two of them, but at this time the prophet refreshed his skills again.

Ruins and rocks falling!

At this moment, Lance seemed to hear a noise from above, and without any hesitation, he took out his big shield and rushed towards the two.

"Stand by my side!"

Lance, who was the last one to fall, picked up the nearest Junia with one hand and rushed towards Alhazred, holding up the shield with the other hand.

Almost the next second after he finished, the stone fell and hit the shield with a loud noise, and even Lance's hand holding the shield bent down, and the big shield was deformed.

Lance now knew that he should call the legion to come over and let them guard, otherwise Lance couldn't split himself with too many people.

Lance now understood why the friar couldn't beat the bishop. Which spellcaster could withstand two falling rocks after such a combo?

No wonder a champion bishop was actually killed in the church.

At that time, there was no need to guess that the friar must be an old man, and he had a "conjoined twin" with the candle priest. The priest took the damage, otherwise Martin would probably have died like the bishop.

The two finally woke up from the dizziness, and their expressions were a little ugly. It can be imagined that breaking free from nothingness still affected them.

But he reacted quickly and returned to the battle quickly, but he didn't dare to stand too close to be implicated.

However, there was no such nonsense on the battlefield. While they were holding the prophet back, Jeanne and Bigby's unremitting house-demolition action finally achieved results, tearing the benches into pieces.

┗|｀O′|┛Ah~~

Bigby rushed towards the prophet with a roar, and Jeanne was not to be outdone and killed him with an axe.

The two spellcasters also started to take action. The scholar's [Weakness Curse] descended again to weaken the prophet, and Junia's divine turret continued to shoot flashes.

Under the unreasonable damage infusion, the doomsday prophet who even escaped the catastrophe and survived the natural disaster still fell to the ground.

But for some reason, Lance felt a sense of relief from him at this moment.

Did he foresee his own death?

Maybe, anyway, he is dead now, and those questions have no more meaning.

After the battle, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The pressure brought by this guy was very strong, and for Lance, it was time to reap the rewards.

He went straight over to initiate the sacrifice, and the void tried to swallow him, leaving only a pile of torture instruments that hurt him... (End of this chapter)