Chapter 556 Plan
So, the familiar thunder struck again, and everything seemed to be no different from before.
But this time, with the help of the sense of the God's followers before their death, the priest suddenly found that the breath of the four people did not seem to dissipate, but went away all the way.
How could the other party hide himself, even the self-protection system of the secret realm could cover it up?
This was absolutely bad news. He felt a disgusting breath on the other party. Letting these little mice run around in the secret realm is likely to bring unpredictable variables.
Some regrets about letting a few people in easily, the priest no longer hesitated, and immediately ordered all the pagans present to enter the secret realm and make sure to get rid of the few people who just got in.
Although he could vaguely sense that the energy in the secret realm was like a candle in the wind, he was not prepared to wait any longer. Even if it was a huge loss, he had to get the key of apocalypse as soon as possible.
At the same time, he sensed the situation of the many noble descendants attacking at the bottom of the tower, and found that the situation was also not optimistic.
Although many people were attacked, there were still many people left, and the participants of the temporary alliance were luxurious. Including two princes and a princess of the royal family, as well as several descendants of several major families in the empire.
The combat effectiveness of these veritable princelings cannot be calculated by the simple professional level.
Perhaps they are reluctant to use them at ordinary times, but now it is obviously a matter of life and death, and all kinds of high-level disposable magic items in the hands of the people are thrown out like money.
Moreover, in the hands of everyone, there are actually disposable protective items given by the elders of the family, similar to the rune stone that Alanis took out to seal the Duke's ninth-level attack.
If there is a too strong enemy, then there will be a ninth-level attack soon, and then if not dead, it will be seriously injured.
If it was before, the priest would not care much about it, and if one died, he would just pull out two more.
But now, his divine power reserves have been severely consumed in the consumption of the core secret realm, and he can't pull out a lot of followers to catch people everywhere as before.
Staring at the green flame in the center of the altar in front of him, the priest hesitated for a while, and finally made a certain decision.
He raised his staff and emitted a series of strange and difficult notes from deep within his body.
It was a sound of multiple frequencies superimposed together, like the creaking sound of sand cutting a blackboard, the rumbling sound of a stone mill running, and a low gurgling sound mixed together.
As the sound fell, the stone door on the side of the hall suddenly opened, and a red-haired male youth dressed as an aristocrat emerged from the stone door, walked up to the altar with a fanatical look on his face, and knelt in front of the dark green flame.
The flame jumped slightly, and a trace of invisible and intangible breath emanated from the young man.
If Avis or any high-level prophet was present, they could clearly sense that it was the breath of the power of destiny.
But the young man seemed to be unaware of it, just staring at the jumping green flame in front of him with a pious face. However, deep in his eyes, he was already filled with deep fear.
After a moment, he made an amazing move: he stretched out his hands and suddenly threw himself into the flame!
As if getting some powerful fuel, the flame suddenly became brighter. At the same time, in the secret room of the Count Grimaud family outside, a crystal ball of life that was originally bright suddenly shattered.
Seeing this, the guard was shocked and dared not hide it, and immediately reported the situation to Count Grimaud.
When the Count was extremely angry after learning the bad news, a humanoid family that was very different from before walked out of the fire on the altar deep in the tower.
Previously, they sneaked and captured a large number of noble explorers, not just for the purpose of framing.
Each of their own extraordinary destiny is also a precious sacrifice and transformation material.
At this moment, facing the unstoppable temporary alliance, the priest had to consume some "poor quality" sacrifices in advance and transform them into special family members to resist the attack.
"Cha, Chas."
Looking at the priest in front of him with awe, or the scepter in the priest's hand. This family member with a dark clay body and a deformed big mouth on his face half-knelt on the ground and said the name he was born with life.
A breath of power close to the ninth level emanated from his body burning with dark green flames.
Nodding slightly, the priest repeated the same method again, pulling in two more helpless sacrifices, and following the same process, transformed into two more followers with auras close to the ninth level.
The high level of divine power partially made up for their shortcomings of not having the power of rules, and the ordinary ninth-level attack could no longer kill them instantly.
After hesitating for a moment, the priest finally decided to arrange all three new followers under the tower to defeat and capture the people below as soon as possible.
Before that, he was still planning to slowly accumulate strength, and then use the sacrifice array covering the entire city to catch all the explorers in one fell swoop.
But now, due to the urgent time pressure, this method is no longer practical, and can only be resolved quickly.
And he himself needs to sit at the altar, and unify the command and planning of the tower's ritual construction and defense against enemy invasion. He cannot leave easily and must arrange new followers.
As for the few little mice that ran into the secret realm, the priest still didn't care too much. In his opinion, the many pagans he sent to the golden secret realm were enough to eliminate them.
At this time, in the core secret realm, Avis and others were also caught up in a great battle.
There was only a little bit of silver-white thunder in the sky, and it had to be used to destroy the weird, almost magic-immune Old God followers. A large number of ordinary pagans needed to be eliminated by Avis and others.
Everyone tried their best at this moment. Prince Lanno and his several followers took out their family's treasures, a modular magic guide structure that was dozens of meters high.
After adding a special secret energy core and a large number of special alchemy modules, each attack it issued had the destructive power of an eighth-level range spell. Even Avis looked up to this technology.
Avis took out the three cursed plutonium dragons he had raised for a long time, and two eighth-level mithril golems obtained from the ruins of the Sky City.
The source was easy to explain. After all, when the Sky City exploded, the treasures on it were almost scattered all over the continent.
The cursed plutonium dragons were previously kept by Avis as pets. They either ate or slept every day, and grew faster than unslaughtered pigs. At present, the attack power of the largest one has completely reached the eighth level.
At this moment, there is finally a chance to play. The curse dragon breath as hot as the sun is spewing everywhere, and the pagans in the attack are completely erased like an eraser.
The terrifying power also shocked Lan Nuo and others, and secretly increased the level of attention to Anvis.
At the same time, after listening to the specific information about the outside world described by Lanton and others, Prince Lan Nuo proposed a bold plan.
Since the priest intends to use up the magic power of the secret realm, he might as well just play along and pretend that the power of silver thunder has been exhausted. Then if the priest enters in person, he will use the last bit of silver thunder to give the priest a hard blow.
This sounds very tempting.