A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

"Every demigod will not be an unknown person, have you confirmed, which one is that barbarian from the corrupt monastery?"

The staff members in the war room kept summarizing and analyzing the information as soon as they received the news. The moment the fleet arrived at Faljar and overlooked the silent cemetery, the chief of staff had compiled hundreds of pages of information into two A piece of tissue paper and an old photo faxed from the local area——

It was a woman sitting on a chair, young and elegant, peaceful and demure, dressed in an old conservative maid attire, completely missing the "fashion" and "luxury" that celebrities and dignitaries advocate nowadays, and also lagging behind any modern-day clothes. The popular diversified maid dresses, even if a maid of the same age is casually picked up in the imperial capital, she can be [-] more charming than her.

However, that not-so-all-powerful face was delicate and endearing, with delicate and distinct features.No matter how conservatively you dress, you can't hide your maternal figure.She is not the slender type, but her plump body is also full of temptation.

The chief of staff reported to his chief: "Commander, after our comprehensive comparison, there is only one Void Disciple who conforms to the characteristics of corruption and likes to be executed with a blasphemous cross. The perpetrator of the massacre in the parish of Kenwell 60 years ago and the serial killings in slaughterhouses The perpetrator of the crime - the slaughterhouse, Lily Paganis."

Buswell was gloomy and depressing, his wrinkled cheeks were like dark clouds under the blooming light, he took the document, and shredded the pages with his claw-like fingers, and the gentle face on the photo followed suit. Wrinkled and distorted.

He took a deep breath and asked, "You tell me that savage is Lily Paganis?"

The chief of staff hastily took out his binoculars and looked. On the huge building made of bones and flesh, there were two blasphemous crosses standing on the wide platform. Osgar's voice was hoarse and he chanted loudly. The brutal, beast-like woman was leaving deep scars on her rock-solid skin with her barbed tentacles.

The invisible, transparent spirit matter seeped into the ground where the eyeballs were clustered along with the filthy and corrupt blood, and finally formed a layer of thick black pus on the ground, and the traces of transparent spirit matter that constituted the soul seemed to have mixed into these Among the pus, there is no trace anymore.

"It's easy for people to gain weight after middle age..." the chief of staff looked for a reasonable excuse unconfidently, "And it's an old photo from more than sixty years ago, after Lily Paganis' serial massacres in slaughterhouses were dismissed , she never appeared in the sight of the church again..."

Before the words fell, an irregular, huge and dark door appeared out of thin air above the bone building. The door frame was decorated with human and (beast) limbs, and six floating dim light bubbles were lit at the same time.

At the same time, the sticky black pus on the ground squirmed upwards, like living shadow creatures, woven into tall seats like climbing vines, and connected to the door.

It was also at this moment that the slaughterhouse sat down, and her skin was cracked with scars, and mouthparts with tentacles grew out of the scars.At the same moment, a huge wet tentacles poured out from behind the door that seemed to be able to engulf the entire flagship, and a disgusting and vicious flood spewed out, black and green water vapor doused the burning clouds, and Osgar's passionate voice was drenched. Praise.

The tentacles stretched for several miles, splashing the torrents that engulfed the scorching sun along the way, and crashed directly into the fleet.

Boothwell thought he had kept a safe enough distance, but he never thought that the opponent could extend the attack to such a range.In a hurry, the hulls of several frigates on the outskirts were sunken under the violent impact, and broken iron sheets and wood chips shot in all directions, smashing the scattered fleet formation.

Fortunately, those tentacles have been extended to the limit, they spread out like giant trees, forming an intricate twisted jungle at high altitude.

This gave the imperial fleet a chance to breathe, and the group of ships dispersed around the forest of tentacles, forming an arc-shaped encirclement.

"What does she want to do?" Boothwell asked a silver-haired and bearded clergyman beside him.

Archbishop Hugan, the demigod accompanying the imperial coalition forces, is also the new generation leader of the Holy Flame Cathedral.In a sense, that slaughterhouse was both his benefactor and his enemy.If the other party hadn't killed the former archbishop, it would be impossible for him to enter the spectacle and become a demigod. However, due to the other party's destruction of the Holy Flame Cathedral, the Holy Flame Cathedral has not yet been completed due to insufficient funds and shortage of related materials. Restoring the former grand occasion greatly reduced Hugan's strength.

"Maybe it's a ritual, an evil ritual, she must want to use Lord Warbleton to realize some vicious ideas," Hugan stared at the black pus and formed the secret text, making a tooth-piercing trembling syllable, "The slaughterhouse is not Immediately kill the Lord, but arrogantly perform the ceremony in front of us, this is an opportunity..." He emphasized, "We must save the Lord, this is not only to save a devout Sun believer, more importantly, we We must stop her from using Sun Believers to do more dangerous things!"

Those moist pus climbed onto Warbleton's body, and cut open his chest in front of them. Dense red sunworms crawled out of the wound, and the blood of the sun burned blazingly.

"She's provoking us!" Boothwell pretended to be angry and threw his fist hard on the side of the ship, but he breathed a sigh of relief, "But it seems that she won't kill the Lord for the time being...we have to do whatever it takes The price, save Warbleton!"

45. Saving Lord Warbleton ([-])

The Arada Mausoleum originally belonged to an ancient kingdom in the junction layer, and it was built to appease the undead disaster that broke out at that time.

For the souls that can be appeased, the mausoleum will lead them to the spiritual world, and for the stubborn ghosts, they will be sealed in the inherent enchantment of the spectacle, which will accelerate the loss of their spiritual quality and force the soul to disintegrate. The decomposed soul will in turn replenish the consumption of wonders and maintain operation.

But in the subsequent disasters, the ancient kingdom came to an end, and the land island where it was located was also torn apart. One of the lands sank to the mist layer with the remains of the Arada Mausoleum, which is today's Far Yar.

The penitentiary was never a spectacle, but was built on top of a buried mausoleum, and thus imbued with a part of the mysterious quality.

The mausoleum itself is not evil, but following Alista's contract at this moment, the entire cemetery is stained with dirty purple-black, and flesh and blood form irregular human bodies in the soil, with crooked eyes staring blankly at the sky.

The soul of the nun is draining towards the core of the spectacle, but her power is approaching the peak without restraint.

"Poisonous woman! Evil villain! Your soul will be imprisoned under my lord and burned for eternity!" Osgar laughed hoarsely, the thin tentacles stirred under his skin, and the sunworm burned hotly under the corrosion, While causing heart-piercing pain, he had to laugh even more wildly, tears were burning, "The sun protects me, it is pure wishful thinking for you to corrupt me! Hahahahahaha, you idiot only has this ability, yes Do you want to give me a massage like a servant girl? But you are too ugly, I don’t like you, hiss...you are anxious, you are anxious, you are anxious hahahahahaha!" Osgar didn’t know if his spirit had already Breaking down, he wants to shout desperately, he wants to become a saint, "Boothwell! Her wonder is here, and there is nowhere to escape. Don't let me be your restraint. Although I am dead today, I am still a vassal. Prince of the Principality of Rhea—Long live the sun! Shoot me——fire!"

Rona looked at his lord with a complicated expression. Fortunately, his character was not a fanatic, nor was he an "enlightened" or "heroic" lord. He was just the humble secretary behind Osgar Warbleton. No one cares about life and death.

On the flagship, Boothwell's eyes were on fire, he gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Warbleton should be canonized as a saint...but he can't die!!!"

The voice almost roared out, startling the chief of staff around him.

Archbishop Hugan could somewhat guess what the commander was thinking, but he had a close relationship with the Warbleton family and also needed Osgar to survive. Therefore, he nodded in agreement with Boothwell's words: "The slaughterhouse should want to Corrupting Osgar, huh, the lord is a blessed 'sun bug' after all, unless the rotten evil comes in person, he is a demigod, and it is difficult to corrupt the spiritual veins of that personality... We can't let the lord continue to suffer, we must Combat at close quarters."

"Let the mage arrange the 'Scorching Sun Judgment', order the fleet to burn those tentacles, and advance three kilometers. Everyone is ready to dedicate themselves to the sun and create a rescue opportunity for the priesthood." Buswell was burning with anxiety, but he remained calm on the surface. He is not a general who loves soldiers like a son, as long as Osgar can be saved, it doesn't matter even if the entire fleet is damaged.

It is not cost-effective to exchange a main fleet for a demigod who sits in charge of the spectacle. Under normal circumstances, it should be bombed from a long distance, or not attack when the demigod is outside the attack range. It is a long-term plan.However, the Imperial Fleet has also begun to update and upgrade its armaments. The ships that were already behind the Farnese will be eliminated. If Osgar is really rescued, another demigod can be replaced. Boothwell and him The group behind will get a lot of room for mediation.

Judgment of the scorching sun, a disaster magic that transforms the weather.

When the mages manipulated the spiritual veins of the ship to make the source force form an array under a special trajectory, the temperature in the southwestern part of Far Yar suddenly rose, and the dry and scorching atmosphere enveloped the tomb. The source force of the sun and flame attributes Instead of the original darkness and humidity, as an army that believes in the sun, all soldiers wear blazing sun alchemy stones to avoid heat, and the combat capability will not be affected by climate changes.

The criss-crossing jungle lost its moisture and shriveled up in a large circle in an instant, and the incendiary bombs fired by the group of ships also burned towards Arista's location along the tangled trajectory of the jungle.

"It's impossible for her to use that level of Void Touch multiple times in a short period of time. Let the frigate connect to the bridge. I'll try her quality."

Hugan held a heavy textbook in his hands, each page was made of special synthetic fibers, the tension far surpassed that of steel.

Hallows, the Sun Bible.

This book will bring a continuous burning sensation to the holder, causing the hallucination of boiling heat in the body all the time.But just like the Ring of the Void and Cloris, Hugan, as a demigod of the Church of the Sun, those burning sensations are as close as coming home to him.

The bridge approached Alista, and finally confronted the burning Void Tentacle at a distance of 300 meters. Those huge tentacles were like dead but not stiff centipedes, fighting the fleet against the hail of bullets.

Hugan was followed by twelve priests.

"Osgar took out his heart and declared the determination of the saints to the Lord with burning blood..."

When the demigod opened his mouth, it was exactly the same as the chapter that Osgar had recited before.

The only difference is that each chapter of this "Sun Bible" contains a divine spell.

He and the clergymen jumped into the clouds, and during the pious chanting, sunworms like torrential rain slammed into Arista on the seat of corruption from a high altitude!

"It's not flashy, and it's not real."

The seat of corruption behind Alista gave birth to pus bubbles flowing with poisonous acid. When those pus bubbles shrunk to the extreme, they suddenly swelled. Amidst the shocking sound of shattering, the dense poisonous tide shot towards Xiugen in the sky.

The latter was fearless, and when the sunworm was burning in the corrosion of the poisonous tide, the cleric accompanying him summoned the light curtain that wrapped his body, the flying pages closed the Bible, and the muscles under Hugan's cassock rose With a high bulge, during the extremely fast fall, he held the Sun Bible as hard as iron, and smashed Arista's face with the spine of the book!

The nun didn't get up, and when Hugh Gen approached her, she swung her fist upwards, and the blood vessels burst in the collision with the spine of the book, and thousands of rotten and tough tentacles crawled out of the wounds full of mouthparts. While still spreading, twist along the priest's wrist towards the torso.

Hugan snorted coldly, opened his five fingers, and broke the tentacles of the page-turning Bible. He continued to read: "'God said to Fiat: You don't need to care about the slander of the unclean, they are dead and will be purified. '"

In an instant, the manic flames released a mighty light, and the dense tentacles disappeared in the purification. Hugen closed the Bible, swung it in mid-air, and slammed it at Alista again——

Don't fall behind!

46. ​​Saving Lord Warbleton ([-])

A dazzling solar halo floated behind Hugan.

The spiritual vein [corona], [corona] will produce corresponding characteristics according to the individual differences of extraordinary people, so Shugen's spiritual vein is also called [sacred crown] among the priests.

The moment the holy crown emerged, the surrounding temperature was not so hot, but under the glare of the glare, the rotten tentacles accelerated the melting speed, and pieces of ashes flew away, even Arista's skin It also blurred, and black lipids continued to ooze out.

"Open the door." The nun snapped her fingers.

The space was suddenly distorted, and the spine of Hugen's book, which was split straight down, hit Arista's face and smashed to the other side.The image of his arm was bent, but he was not actually injured, and the surrounding vision was also hazy and deformed, like an abstract painting made of splicing.

This is not Arista's skill, but the characteristics of the spirit vein itself.

After her [gate] of soul was corrupted into a twisted [gate] by rot, the characteristics of the spirit veins also changed from listening and inspiring to interference, invasion and distortion.

Alista distorted the space, but her own position did not change.It was like rolling a piece of white paper into an arc. Hugh on the paper clearly felt that he was moving in a straight line, but he had actually gone in the wrong direction following the bending of the white paper.

After Hugan's attack failed, Arista held down the opponent's head, and took advantage of the situation to smash the armrest of the seat——

"clang!"

The impact is like a clang of gold and stone.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

Even though the body of a demigod is far superior to that of a mortal, Hugan still felt dizzy. He tried to stand up while holding on to the armrest, but rotten tentacles suddenly spread out from the armrest, entangled his wrist, and then——

"clang!"

His whole face was pressed into the pus of the armrest, and Hugan was bathed in fire, using the flames to prevent the tentacles from invading the organs.

Just a few seconds after the two fought each other, the clergymen accompanied by Hugan also came over in the not-so-large corruption bush. The mouth of the clergyman who charged forward was pulled out, and a red blood flower was brought out from the chin and the gums.

But at this very moment, another clergyman who followed immediately pressed the short gun against Alista's eyebrows: "The sun is merciful."

He prayed devoutly and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The gunshot sounded like a cannon, and the violently vented solar power baptized the nun's face. The overloaded high temperature fused the gun barrel and burned the priest's rough fingers, and the huge impact pushed them into the groin.

Hugan finally got rid of the shackles, and he hurriedly opened the Sun Bible: "This spear has been stained with precious blood, it heals the diseases of the people in the world, and purifies the unclean and evil!"

A sacred and sharp spear appeared in Hugen's hand, and he stabbed forward without hesitation, intending to crucify the nun to the seat.

Pass through.

"Phew." Hugen breathed a sigh of relief, still staring at the woman whose face was burnt to death, "Release the lord and his secretary, and put them to death in the slaughterhouse..."

Before the words fell, the two protruding eyeballs rolled, and the pupils happened to meet him.

Alista's lips fell off, and her two rows of yellow teeth were burnt as white as new. She grinned: "You want to see the slaughterhouse?"

The bone fragments of the building fell off, and the rotten liquid on the ground gradually faded into bloody water. Monsters composed of countless flesh and blood aggregates crawled out, scarlet, cruel, like Shura purgatory.

"This is what you rely on to kill the demigod?" Hugen took two steps back subconsciously, and finally stood firm, with fearless eyes, "If you treat me like Sarkas' kind of waste who attacks politics and puts all interests first, It would be a big mistake.”

"This is my reliance on resistance to erosion." Alista laughed.

Companion skill: [Hell View].

"You still walked the path of hell?!"

"you guess?"

There are two common development directions for extraordinary people when chimerizing skills: one is purification, and the other is balance.

When Arista discovered that the erosion of corruption was irreversible, she spent 20 years promoting the [Slaughterhouse] owned by corruption to a living hell.

The third level of calamity is only one line away from natural disasters.

Balanced, but not completely balanced.

This slows down the erosion of corruption to a certain extent, but when the two incompatible forces collide, it will intensify the decay of the body, especially after forcibly combining skills with different characteristics, the rate of decay will be exponential increase.

On the surface, the characteristics of the two seem to be somewhat similar, with the same corruption and depravity, cruelty and blood, but the power of corruption and hell will spontaneously infect everything around them, and they are incompatible with each other.

Alista had dedicated her soul to hell before being completely corrupted by the rot, which made her mentally manic, bloodthirsty, and murderous, but for a demon obedient to hell, this is not a defect in itself.

However, due to the curse of her god-endowed skill [Fuxie Preacher], she was robbed of her mind by Huaxie and reduced to a puppet, so Huaxie also has a share in the subordination of her soul.Neither is a master who can work together, so the nun miraculously retains sovereignty over the soul.

As Alista's psychic matter gradually gave birth to formless fruits, her soul gradually dissipated, her containment of the power in her body became weaker and weaker, and her spiritual veins also showed signs of getting out of control, but because of this, the nun is now far more than the usual semi-human. God is strong.

Even if he resisted a fleet, he could still fight head-on with Hugan who restrained himself.

Arista got up from her seat, her spiritual veins were completely out of control, cracked or corrupted or bloody mouthparts under the skin, dense tentacles covering the surface of the flesh, splitting, melting, merging, and splitting again, howling came from far away Crying and screaming, a clergyman suddenly lost his mind and knelt on the ground without God to repent.

Extraordinary people usually can't exert the full effect of companion skills, and can rarely use a single skill to create a disaster corresponding to the rating.The rating criteria for all disasters are based on the overload of the spiritual capacity and the loss of control of the spiritual veins.

[Fear spreader], a third-level hazard.

This level of disaster is not enough to shake Hugen's mind, but for transcendents with weak wills or psychological defects, as well as ordinary soldiers, the fear spread by Alista is definitely a deadly weapon.

In addition, additional appendages, small tumors, and organs grew on the skin of the clergyman. They slowly melted, and some skin fell off in half, and gathered on the arms, legs, and ground.

Hugen was utterly horrified. The woman in front of her definitely possessed more than one calamity-level skill.

"Are you going to die with me!" If the opponent fought with normal strength, Hugan was sure that they would win or lose each other, but in the end no one could do anything to the other.

"Guess?" The voice had gradually changed from rough to an inhuman grunt, only a pair of clear eyes showed reason.

How can a normal person still have a complete mind under so many curses?

How could it be possible for a normal person to collapse like this without going crazy?

Hugan couldn't understand it, and didn't intend to understand it.

He was ready to die: "You take the lord out of here, and I will stop this evil thing!"

47. Saving Lord Warbleton ([-])

When the transcendent's spiritual veins are out of control, each of his accompanying skills, and even the spiritual veins themselves, may cause a full-scale disaster at any time. At this time, avoiding the edge is the most suitable choice.

Few people can continue to survive in a state of out-of-control spiritual veins, and even if they survive, they will eventually become monsters with lost minds.

As far as a pure disaster is concerned, it is difficult for a demigod who is not fully prepared to eliminate a disaster, and if he is not careful, he will die in it, but Hugan has no choice.