Because I'm too afraid of being unlucky, I'm all lucky.

After all, although he is not the main combat force this time, he just needs to find a position. If he is a shield, he should be a shield. Anyway, the opponent can't hurt him, and he will get paid.

He is obviously not as enlightened as these Westerners. Now it seems that this is really a holy war, and he should not have the mentality of traveling.

Many of these people standing off the court are still very young, and some of them look old, but from the firm belief in their eyes, it can be seen that they have long been conscious of dying.

At this time, the Pope completed the final mobilization, and the soldiers below responded with a thunderous response. It's just that Zhang Xuansheng's Xilu language is not good, so he didn't understand it very well, but he still realized the firm fighting spirit.

Then the Pope turned to face Zhang Xuansheng, and said, "Next, I will ask my friend Xuansheng."

Henry Zhang nodded seriously, and then called out the Tianyan hexagram plate, and began to calculate the location of the soul tomb, and locked the coordinates of the small world in a different space.

After a few breaths, the result was obtained, but Zhang Xuansheng was stunned for a moment, and he even thought that his "deduction" made a mistake.

Because the hexagrams showed that the spatial coordinates of the tomb of souls were directly above them—in the air!

Chapter 290 Eight: The Pope is a bit skinny

Pope Gregory was also surprised when he heard the result of Henry Zhang's deduction, but he didn't show it on his expression.

He is the pope of the Kingdom of God, the backbone of everyone, no matter what happens to him, he must not panic.

"The magic team is ready to form a defensive circle!"

The pope ordered loudly.

As soon as his voice fell, a huge gap opened in the air. The gap was like an eye of a person who just woke up, struggling to open it, gradually getting bigger, and finally staring round!

A strange and dark breath came from the hole.

Henry Zhang looked at the huge black hole in the sky and felt a little interesting. Is this imitating a huge hole?

At this time, all the mages in the square began to chant, and opened a huge defensive circle.

The Pope made a mistake this time. He never expected that the Tomb of Souls would be so courageous. Instead of fighting a guerrilla war, he directly pushed towards the Holy City!

Substituting offense for defense, it has to be said that although it was a dangerous move by soldiers, it did pinch the lifeblood of the Holy See.

Defensive magic consumes a lot of mana. For example, if two people have the same strength, if one party attacks with 5 points of force, then if the other party is purely defensive, it may take 8 points of force to completely eliminate that attack.

In actual combat, neither mages nor knights would do this. They may use three or four parts to almost block the attack, and just dodge it by themselves.

But this is the holy city!It is the capital of the Kingdom of God, the place of spiritual belief of hundreds of millions of believers, and a holy place!

What's more, there are civilians living in this holy place, civilians without cultivation!

They must defend, and they must not let the slightest attack of the opponent fall into the holy city. In this way, more than half of the mana of the mages will be consumed at the beginning, and they may only be able to use collective attack magic once.

As the huge purple-black magic circle spread out and enveloped the holy city, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"God said that when the jihad begins, all within the holy city will be sanctuary and inviolable!"

The pope spoke slowly. Following his words, the color of the purple-black magic circle in the air changed into a holy white-gold color, which seemed to be stronger.

"Hahahaha, the people in the Holy See have always been so disgusting. It's just a magic technique, but it really looks like it's blessed by the gods."

At this time, a wild laughter came from the huge void.

Then there was a sound of chains, and first two black men appeared, wearing chains behind them, pulling a bronze coffin, and the laughter came from the coffin.

"The knights of the Holy Guard stand by!"

The pope suppressed those angry paladins with one sentence. This time, the one who came out is just a small character, and it is not worth using his vitality.

The strongest attack should be reserved for the master of magic, Mebis, the friend of the first pope.

Pope Gregory is very confident in his own strength. He has practiced the great prophecy to the No.14 level. He can be said to be the most talented popes in the history.

But he didn't dare to be careless about Mebis, the patriarch of the evil way. The other party is an old witch who has lived for millions of years. God knows what state he has reached at this time.

However, he can be sure that the other party has never broken through to No.15 level, because the concentration and esoteric level of strange laws left in this world are not enough at all, even if Mebis is a genius, it is impossible to break through that barrier.

The same is true for him. The laws on the sacred object can only allow the cultivator to reach the fourteenth level at most. Unless one day he can find the world where the sacred object came from, he will not be able to go any further.

Fourteenth rank vs. fourteenth rank, the seemingly mysterious great prophecy is better. After all, just like Joan of Arc, the combat power of the same rank is far superior to other magicians, and it can even suppress the Eastern monks of the same rank.

But Mebis is different, she is the ancestor of magic, how can her understanding of magic be comparable to that of ordinary people?

Pope Gregory has lived for nearly a thousand years. Although he is far inferior to those long-lived monks in the East, he has always been a good thinker. He has his own unique views and research on magic fighting spirit and Eastern cultivation.

He believes that each system has advantages and disadvantages, but in the final analysis, there is no weak system, only weak people.

What is strong is not skills, but people.

Henry Zhang looked at the sky from the side, and his expression was a little dignified. He might be about to meet a real master today.

Regarding the matter of the number one soul in the tomb of souls, Joan of Arc mentioned to herself on the road that it may be an existence infinitely close to the level of an immortal king, and today, its strength may have surpassed that of the immortal from the Broken Star Mausoleum during the ancient catastrophe .

He wondered in his mind, whether the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Heavens World can directly remove that Mebis, if not, is he going to use the sealing secret method to consume the vitality and aura of the Western Continent, and seal the Ninth Soul?

In the air, several bronze coffins came out from behind the huge black hole, but there was no brother Hei to carry the coffins, and the people inside the coffins did not make a sound. It was eerily quiet, which made the Holy See army a little uneasy.

"Xuansheng, do you feel it?"

Joan of Arc suddenly whispered to Henry Zhang, her face was not very good.

Henry Zhang was a little confused, not knowing what Joan of Arc was talking about.

"I sense the familiar smell of the containment."

Joan of Arc saw that Zhang Xuansheng was silent, so she continued.

Only then did Henry Zhang realize that Joan of Arc actually said that there is a SCP Foundation containment item hidden in the Soul Tomb?

At that time, he basically had no freedom to speak of in the SCP Foundation, and he was not very interested in other containment objects, so he didn't know about them in detail, and he only knew those few containment objects.

Joan of Arc is different. Her parents are more energetic and may know more.

Henry Zhang is just curious now, is the thing hidden in the soul tomb a living thing or a dead thing?Or, could a certain soul be the containment object?

He braced himself up, the containment of the SCP Foundation was rule-oriented, it couldn't be counted according to common sense, he couldn't underestimate his opponent.

"Little friend Xuansheng, if there is a powerful single-point breakthrough attack later, it will depend on you."

Pope voice reminded.

Zhang Xuansheng understood what the other party meant, and the defensive formation that was opened was best to resist group attacks, or to defend against scattered energy. If the opponent broke through to the point, the best way was for him to block it.

At this time, six bronze coffins had appeared in the sky, and no one in the bronze coffins made a sound, even the soul who provoked the Holy See at the beginning was very peaceful.

They are not afraid of the power of the Holy See, but they know that one is coming out, and they should come out quietly to greet them now.

"God said, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the dead should not stay in the world, and the people in the coffin cannot return."

The pope spoke again.

Then an embarrassing thing happened in the air, the coffins of the six souls that had appeared kept shaking, but they couldn't be opened

Henry Zhang glanced at the Pope, feeling that the old man was quite skinny.

Chapter 290: Mebis, the Progenitor of Demon Dao

The six bronze coffins trembled violently in the air, and the people inside the coffins had obviously activated the largest mana, the void was collapsing, and the wind was flowing between the cracks.

The entire sky seemed to have turned into a big face full of scars at this moment, and the terrifying huge mouth opened wide in the middle.

At this moment, everyone heard a heartbeat, like a cowhide drum, beating between heaven and earth.

Even the hearts of the people trembled, and those who were not cultivated hurriedly had their blood flow faster, unable to control themselves, their minds swelled, and they could not control themselves.

"She's awake."

Pope Gregory's voice was a little low, and he looked at the sky with firm eyes.

Naturally, Zhang Xuansheng was not affected in any way, but he found that even Joan of Arc's complexion was not very good, so he knew how strong the magic power of the heartbeat just now was.

The six bronze coffins in the sky no longer swayed. If the adult sees this indecent situation, they don't need to think of ways to break free.

At this time, I don't know if it's an illusion, but many people seem to feel that the world has opened a pair of eyes, looking at everyone, as if their whole body has been seen through.

At the same time, the dark, dark red, heavy and suppressed magic power flowed out of the mouth.

Like viscous devil blood, falling from the sky, it will be sprinkled on the world, turning this holy place into an abyss of purgatory.

Joan's eyes were full of disbelief. Although her training time was not comparable to those of the older people, her talent was obviously excellent, so she was naturally an expert.

To what extent does a person's magic power have to be high in quality and rich in order to cause this world-like scene when it dissipates?

Is this really the power that No.14 can possess?

Or is it that this ancestor of the Demon Dao has crossed that line and achieved the No. 15 level that no one has ever seen before?

Zhang Xuansheng also frowned slightly. Although he had never seen the real fairy king, he still asked Doudou to help him watch the video in Jiuxiao o. He had also seen the fairy king's shot in the copy of "Sura Dragon King God of War" before.

Jiuxiao o is equivalent to a semi-real world, and the level of strength, the perception of Taoism, etc. are all in line with the real world.

From his point of view now, even if this so-called ancestor of the demonic way is not the strength of an immortal king, he is definitely not an ordinary immortal king.

He cast his eyes on the Pope, and felt that the old man's words were a little untrue. He really just wanted me to be a shield to protect your holy guard?

Why do I feel that you can't handle the other party by yourself!

In the air, the viscous and weird magic power fell like magma on the defensive circle built by all the mages before. The magic circle made a creaking sound as if it had been suppressed by a heavy object, as if it was unbearable.

"tatter"

Footsteps resounded between heaven and earth, unhurried, but as if they were stepping on everyone's heart.

From the huge black opening in the air, a woman wearing a black and purple close-fitting robe stepped out.

The woman looks very young, a typical western beauty, with long black hair, which adds a bit of grace to her, and a close-fitting robe that outlines her figure vividly, full of temptation, but her temperament looks a little bit It is so cold that people dare not look directly at it.

Of course Henry Zhang was not among them, he looked at Mebis with great interest, and thought that this is an old hag, and it is still in good condition.

Mebis raised his bare hand lightly and waved it slowly, as if he had erased something on the drawing board.

Then the six bronze coffins were opened, and the six figures escaped from it, knelt down on one knee, bowed their heads, and waited for orders.

"Boy, what position are you in now?"

Mebis said lightly, looking down at the old pope, as if she was the queen of the kingdom of God, and Gregory was just a sinner waiting to be judged.

Zhang Xuansheng didn't understand it very well, and he only understood it through Jeanne's voice-transmission translation.

"Gregorio, I didn't expect you to be as young as the legend says."

The Pope was not angry either. After introducing himself, he sighed a little.

He now somewhat understands why the ancestor of the demon way did this. No beautiful woman wants her face to age, let alone a peerless demon flower like the other party.

She yearns for strength, longevity, and beauty. For her, she is above everything else, and all living beings can be sacrificed for her.

Although Gregory has lived for a thousand years, he is far from enough, but this is the end, he died peacefully, and will be engraved on the stele and engraved among the statues of the successive popes in the Holy Land, no Is it good?

He believes that a person's life should not be judged by its length. Eastern monks often retreat for hundreds of years, but how much life can they really enjoy.

Those who have lived for tens of thousands of years may not have a better life than him.

The same is true for Mebis in front of him. He knows that the number one soul in the Tomb of Souls almost never wakes up and relies on other people to collect life force for it.

So what's the point of living in a deep sleep even if you have lived for millions of years?

In the air, Mebis' mental power swept across the entire square, as if he was reviewing his own army, not paying any attention to the eyes of those Holy Guard soldiers.

Only when she saw Zhang Xuansheng, her gaze stayed for a while longer. She heard that the Ninth Soul was killed by a young man from the East, but she didn't care much about it before.

The Ninth Soul is just a tool to collect life force, she can be promoted at any time, and she doesn't care about that oriental man.

Because at her stage, the incomplete will of this world has made it difficult to punish her. Even if the other party is blessed by the will of the world, it's fine if she doesn't kill him.

But she didn't expect that this eastern man was, unexpectedly, so handsome!

Don't kill, and then take it back to the soul grave to adjust and teach.

Henry Zhang couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart, looking at Mebis in the air, he thought that this old hag wouldn't have any unreasonable thoughts about him.

"Is this the helper you invited?"

Mebis smiled, a little disdainful, she hadn't been born all these years just waiting for that world to come again, and didn't want to waste her life by waking up.

But seeing that the time is approaching, so what if she was born and slaughtered the Holy See?

The Pope didn't answer, but said in a voice transmission like Zhang Xuansheng: "Little friend Xuansheng, you will fly up with me when the battle starts, the Magician Legion needs to protect the holy city, we have lost a lot of power, and may need your help in advance. "

Although Zhang Xuansheng was a little slandering in his heart, he still nodded in agreement, feeling that he was on a boat of thieves, and he might have to clean up the mess by himself in the end.