Chapter 350 Breaking the Formation

The night sky of the city of Bly was red, and the gray fog was dispersed by the burning heat.

The white moonlight that shone in silently witnessed all the pain that the city had experienced tonight.

Four faceless men twice the height of ordinary people were wreaking havoc in the city, one at the fifth level and the rest at the fourth level. They surrounded and killed two newly promoted fourth-level extraordinary people in the city.

After that, the city could no longer establish effective resistance, and those who were in temporary command died in the charge of the faceless men.

The order of the city collapsed, and this night became a carnival feast for the cultists lurking in the shadows. Under their instigation, the mobs smashed, looted and burned.

In the suburban area, the manors of the great nobles were lined up, and now they were besieged by a large number of mobs. If the nobles did not have strong private armed forces, they would have been captured by the mobs long ago.

The most pitiful were the ordinary citizens in the city. Some of them were slaughtered by the mobs as soon as they resisted.

Screams, cries, and the twisted laughter of the thugs were all drowned in the "crackling" sound of the raging flames.

"Lord of Fire, save your people"

The believers' cries for help could not save the impending tragic fate. Under the reflection of the flames, the thugs' grim smiles became more and more arrogant.

In St. Peter's Basilica, countless flesh and blood were piled up in the main hall, and dark red bloodstains stained the red carpet.

Under the high dome, the huge eight-pointed star magic circle flickered with a strange light.

Osman was wearing a moon-white holy robe that was spotless. He stood outside the magic circle with an expressionless face, chanting spells softly.

The evil voice echoed in the hall, and the flames of the torches around him twisted wildly, as if blown by the wind.

In the magic circle, there were piles of blood-red hearts, some the size of a fist, some the size of an egg, and the few on the surface were still contracting irregularly.

Dozens of faceless men of normal adult height walked back and forth in the hall. They skillfully cut open people's chests, took out their hearts and threw them into the magic circle.

Some of the people whose hearts were taken out were still alive before. Their painful wails gradually became weaker and weaker.

The hearts piled up like sand dunes began to melt like candles under heat, gathering into a small pond.

The "water surface" of the pond was much higher than the magic circle, with red bubbles bubbling up. Twisted animal-shaped red water balls crawled out of the blood pool and began to devour the corpses around the magic circle.

As they devoured flesh and blood, these water balls gradually grew real flesh and blood.

This used to be the solemn prayer hall of the church, but now it has become a flesh and blood alchemy base.

Osman stepped forward and imprinted his magic mark between the eyebrows of the alchemy beast.

This is his improved alchemy magic circle, which has higher conversion efficiency, simpler procedures, and stronger genetic stability of the alchemy beast.

Behind the magic circle, the more powerful faceless man put the extraordinary people tied by blood-colored ropes into another magic circle to extract the essence of life. The life essence of the extraordinary people can greatly accelerate the growth of alchemical beasts.

With these technical means, Osman can raise an army of alchemical evil beasts in a short time.

"Your Holiness, help me."

"Shut up, can't you see that he is the one who wants to take our lives?"

"Damn Osman, you will not die well, His Majesty the King will definitely avenge the wronged souls of Bly City."

Most of these extraordinary people who were used as magic circle materials were priests and warriors of the church, and those who were still awake kept cursing.

Osman turned a deaf ear to it, and the indifference in his eyes remained. He had no interest in talking to the dying.

The situation in Bly City will not be concealed for a few days, and the outside world will soon get the news.

After the Saxon family knows the situation here, they will definitely use the kingdom's troops to attack him. At that time, the power of the church will no longer support him.

What he had to do was to use the evil beasts to stop the enemy and buy time for himself.

He had already opened the secret vault of the church. Using the rare spiritual objects inside, he would soon be able to push his strength to the peak of the fifth level.

The archbishop trapped in the sanctuary was his further nourishment.

His most important goal was Crown. He could "smell" the vigorous and fiery vitality of the other party. If he could refine the essence of the other party's blood, he would be sure to be promoted to the sixth level and purify the spiritual pollution he had suffered.

Osman was very clear about his situation. His spirituality had been polluted. If there was no other way, he would probably sink slowly.

His original plan was to use the church's Holy Flame Array to slowly burn himself and remove the pollution bit by bit.

But the Holy Flame Array was the ultimate foundation of the church. If he proposed to use the array, he would definitely not get the consent of the cardinals. This was also the reason why he had to modify the array to besiege the cardinals.

Only when he obtained enough rings of the cardinals could he use the Holy Flame Array.

He hadn't expected to get a surprise from Crown, and now he had a better choice.

After extracting the other party's blood essence, even if the pollution he suffered could not be completely purified, there would be very little left. At that time, he would use the Holy Flame Array to completely remove the spiritual pollution.

At that time, he would not be afraid of any challenge, and then he would use the foundation of the church to help himself advance to the Golden Stigmata, and he would be on an equal footing with the gods.

At the end of the hall, the statue of Hephaestus, the Lord of Fire, lowered his eyebrows and looked at everything with a compassionate look.

I don't know if the sadness happening here can be conveyed to the kingdom of the gods.

The dragon soul surrounded Clown, and he swung the two giant hammers with great vigor.

Weapons infused with the energy of life can stimulate the power of elements, and the aura of the array was like a candle in the wind under his violent attack, swaying.

He also tried to use Yangyan or palm thunder to attack the array, and the effect was similar to now.

Clown has now basically figured out the operating rules of the magic circle. It seems that the defense of the magic circle is already shaky, but it is still a little short of the fire.

If the attack intensity decreases, the defensive aura of the magic circle will recover soon, and the magic circle must be broken in one go to be considered successful.

He felt that his life energy was seriously depleted, so he stopped to rest, preparing to recover to the best condition and then break the magic circle in one go.

Seeing him stop, Flanders shouted:

"Everyone, let's take over from Clown and continue to attack the magic circle."

Clown waved his hand and said:

"No need, if your attack cannot exceed a certain critical point, the consumption of defensive aura is very small, even if everyone attacks at the same time, the result will be the same."

Of course, the magic circle of the sanctuary cannot be worn away by a large number of low-energy attacks, otherwise the sanctuary cannot become one of the trump cards of various churches.

"Then what should we do? We haven't eaten for three days. If we can't break the magic circle and escape, we will starve to death sooner or later."

Drag was a little irritable. He now completely believed that everything was done by the Pope he once trusted the most.

"Yes, if we can't break the magic circle, this is our grave."

"I would rather die in battle than die so humbly."

The room was filled with an excited and pessimistic atmosphere. Everyone had given up hope of getting rescued from the outside world.

Thinking of the possibility of starving to death, everyone was not calm.

Flanders clapped his hands, and when he attracted everyone's attention, he said loudly:

"Everyone, be quiet, I think Clown will definitely find a way to leave."

In fact, he was not in a hurry at all. He witnessed two fifth-level soul-eating jellyfish being killed instantly. The powerful and suffocating attack intensity gave him great confidence.

He once asked Clown if he could release that level of attack again, and got a positive answer.

So he had no fear at all. It felt so damn good to have someone stronger to rely on.

His words immediately focused everyone's attention on Clown's face.

Clown looked around and took in everyone's expressions. He coughed and said:

"Even if Archbishop Flanders didn't mention it, I'm going to tell everyone that I'm sure I can break the magic circle."

"Good!" Flanders led the cheers. He was a qualified supporting actor.

Clown raised his hands and pressed them down. When the scene calmed down again, he said:

"Everyone, it has been nearly three days since we were besieged here. We don't know the intelligence from the outside world, but we must adjust our status and be ready to fight at any time.

If I want to break the magic circle, my consumption will be very large, and I will have to rely on everyone after I get out."

If he doesn't use the sun and moon essence to restore his life energy and spiritual power, his consumption will be difficult to replenish.

Flanders nodded and said firmly:

"Don't worry, we will definitely protect you."

"Yes, don't worry." Everyone echoed.

Crown bowed slightly: "Everyone, I still need half a day to adjust to the best state. Take this time to recover and don't be stingy with holy water."

Holy water, as a good product for replenishing energy, can fully meet the current needs. No. 0 holy water can work on silver strongmen.

After speaking, he sat cross-legged in a corner, closed his eyes and began to visualize the golden light spell.

Flanders stood in front of him and warned him.

This was his special instruction. After all, you should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others.

Crown's body surface emitted the spiritual light of the bright moon, like white moonlight shining into the room through the window, revealing a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.

Four hours later, he ended the visualization and summoned the golden wall.

[Golden Light Mantra: 157126/300000; Level 4]

[Breath of the Flame Dragon: 73984/120000; Level 1]

He has been trapped in the sanctuary for the past few days, and he still has a certain amount of Golden Light Mantra proficiency to gain.

I don’t know if it’s because of the urgency in his heart, but the speed at which he gains proficiency through visualization in the sanctuary is obviously faster than usual.

After checking the golden wall, Clown took out the golden spirit coin and began to absorb the spirit essence to replenish the spirit power of the two spirits.

When everything was ready, another half an hour passed.

Clown began to stack his armor, alloy armor, source armor, golden body protection, and Qingxin Mantra. He stacked all the skills with defensive functions.

Then, he released the bullet time and adjusted it to the 25% speed increase mode.

Then he released the fire spirit change and wild rage, and hammered at a wall with full firepower.

As time passed, accompanied by the vast dragon roar of the dragon soul, Clown smashed the giant hammer hard on the wall of the sanctuary.

The originally dim defensive aura of the magic circle was completely shattered, the wall was smashed solid, and a large crack appeared in the stone, announcing that the magic circle was broken.

Clown stepped back behind the crowd and said:

"The defense of the magic circle has been broken. The rest depends on everyone."

After saying that, he immediately swallowed a few drops of the prepared sun essence to quickly restore his life energy. Then he used the moonlight to replenish the spiritual power of the time hourglass. He trusted himself the most.

Flanders shouted: "Without the protection of the magic circle, breaking the stone door is just a simple physical job. Everyone, get to work!"

"Get to work!" Archbishop Martin shouted in agreement, swung his weapon and smashed it on the door, "Bang."

The archbishops lined up and attacked the door in relays. In less than a minute, the door was smashed.

Everyone filed out, Clown stepped into the passage, and found that there was no one outside. The silence was a bit depressing.

Flanders asked, "What should we do now?"

He originally guessed that there should be heavy guards outside, and they were ready to use any language and tone to expose the Pope's sinisterness. Now facing the empty passage, he suddenly didn't know what to do.

Crown drank a bottle of holy water and said in a deep voice:

"Don't act alone, everyone advance slowly, and leave the sanctuary first to see the situation outside."

Flanders used the Tao Seed to ask:

'How are you, do you want to rest for a while? '

He was worried that Clown's current state could not carry out high-intensity combat. If he encountered any difficult problems that could not be solved, it would be better to stay here for a while.

Crown nodded slightly and responded:

'I'm fine, it's better to get out quickly. The situation outside the sanctuary must be not optimistic. '

Now they are completely in the dark about the current situation and must obtain information from the outside world as soon as possible.

Drago activated the magic circle of the armor, and the flame-like pattern lit up everyone's eyes. His and Ah's armor were both newly made and could defend against fourth-tier attacks.

He raised the shield in his hand and shouted: "Everyone, I am willing to open the way for everyone."

As a former die-hard supporter of the Pope, he knew that he was being vigilant by everyone, and now he proposed to open the way to reassure everyone.

"I am willing too," Ah took a few steps forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with his old friend.

Clown shouted: "Then let's start, everyone will form a group of two, so that we can take care of each other."

To be honest, he was a little worried about the combat effectiveness of these archbishops.

After being in a high position, many people's combat instincts will gradually degenerate and become pampered.

If there has been no fierce actual combat recently, these archbishops may have a realm but no combat effectiveness to match it.

The archbishops found their partners and moved forward cautiously.

After a while, everyone walked out of the sanctuary.

"Damn beast!"

Drag, who was walking in the front, shouted angrily, and then Klauen heard the sound of shields hitting each other.