Chapter 261 An Su: You Have More Spirit Rings than Me?

The mourning crow swooped down from the sky, its wings entangled with clumps of women's hair. If ordinary saints were entangled by it, they would never be able to break free. They could only be devoured by the crowd of crows, and eventually they would be covered in blood. All were sucked dry and turned into a mummy.

It would be fine if there was only one, but the tower was densely surrounded by a flock of crows. The crows swooped down, as if the entire sky was about to be crushed.

This is Merlin’s second design idea.

Lots of monsters!

And there are a lot of flying monsters, a lot of disgusting monsters, a lot of monsters flying all over the place, a lot of monsters with shit all over their bodies!

[Quantity of crusade: Level 3 lives (12).]

【Level 3 Life (13)】

But Ansu's face was calm. He was holding a holy sword composed of two saints, and he was rushing through the crowd of crows. The holy blood on the sword blade rose up with heatless flames. He just touched it lightly, and the mourning crows Divided into two pieces, the body was burned in the sacred blood. Crows flew one after another, and piles of ashes fell. The tower seemed to have a gray-white rain, falling in patter. .

Every time a monster is killed, the Holy Sword of Redemption meows. The citizens watching are thoughtful and nod, feeling that they have learned a lot today.

It turns out that the holy swords of the Glorious Holy See are all called this.

The more enemies the Dawn Redemption Long Blade kills, the brighter and more sacred the light on the blade becomes, making the dim night look like daylight. Ansu holds the holy sword, and his long gray hair flutters in the wind, as if he has grasped the world. of dawn.

This sacred and glorious back made many old Holy Light believers burst into tears. They seemed to see the soul of the legendary Dawn Saint from Ansu, standing behind the young man, like a dream.

Even though 30,000 years have passed and the dawn has returned to the sky, Her Majesty Mary must be in the distant heaven, protecting and blessing this young man.

There is a 30,000-year-old soul ring on my sword. What can you, old thief Merlin, do to fight with me?

Ansu held a wheelchair weapon and killed everyone, enjoying the thrill of leveling up, and the smile on his lips became brighter and brighter.

Merlin, on the other hand, looked silent.

He decided to secretly increase the difficulty, after all, he was paid.

The third task in the room is to kill more enemies, the higher the score. He holds the Holy Sword of Redemption, relies on the simple strength of the epic weapon, and the assistance of Luo Xiaohei, and kills the mourning crows to pieces. , and in a short while, a full twenty of them were slaughtered.

The mourning crows were killed and dispersed in an instant. They wailed and screamed pitifully, climbed up one after another, and dispersed.

"Meow, meow——"

Luo Xiaohei stumbled and jumped to the ground. She walked a few steps on the ground unsteadily, trying hard to stabilize the majesty of the saint, but in a spin, she fell down again and fell down. On the ground.

She felt like her brains were being shaken by Ansu!

Just like the Saint of Dawn has become a real Saint of Light, the Saint of Chaos Elf also feels that she has become a real Saint of Chaos. After living for so many years, her head has never been so dizzy.

Quit!

Luo Xiaohei swung the holy sword and sat on the ground with his paws crossed, his eyes sparkling with tears of grievance, and he changed from a weapon spirit to a weeping spirit.

Seeing that Ansu's weapon spirit was on strike, the eyes of the mourning crow that had been dispersed flashed red, and malice arose in its heart again; this kid can kill so powerfully, in addition to relying on the dawn of the holy sword In addition, this wild cat should take most of the credit,

The speed and reaction of the mourning crows were extremely fast. If it weren't for the sword cat's precise pulling and killing, Ansu would not be able to touch their feathers with his current physical reaction speed. They gathered in the air again, this time there were forty or fifty of them. Twisted human hair filled the sky, and they were crushing Ansu like a big net. They wanted to kill Ansu with their numbers. .

The wheelchair was weakened. Ansu held the Dawn Salvation Long Blade and sighed softly. Without Luo Xiaohei's help, with the speed of his body, in this wide space, there was really nothing he could do against these crows flying all over the place. .

Ansu's body has reached its limit.

【The third attack is coming! Corpse Worm]

【The fourth attack is coming! Suturing the human face]

[Remaining time: two hours]

At this critical moment, warnings from artificial stars flashed across the screen in front of their eyes. No one expected it - not even several archbishops expected that the second attack was not over yet, and the third and fourth attacks were coming. And then, it came at the same time without any warning, starting at zero frame, without any forward movement.

The smile on Merlin's lips became more and more joyful. There was nothing in the exam rules that said attacks could not be launched at the same time.

Corpse worms are third-order worms made from corpse segments glued together. They emerge from the ground and spew out pools of dark green venom swamps, and the enemies will accumulate toxins;

The sutured face is a giant face made up of several faces sewn together at the same time, crawling with hair. Anyone who looks at its blasphemous face will pollute the soul and spirit. When the pollution reaches the limit, the saints will be exposed. Die by death.

Bishop Morgan stared at Merlin with an evil smile on his face in silence, shocked at how he could restore so many birth gadgets, which were even more disgusting than the stitched life in real history.

As the question maker of the Glory Room, these creatures were all made by Merlin's hands. Where did he get the inspiration?

It can be inferred from this that Merlin must have dissected many disgusting monsters with his own hands.

Bishop Morgan couldn't help but look at Merlin with a bit of disgust.

The stitched creatures instantly surrounded Ansu, who was exhausted and in a wheelchair. Toxins, mental pollution, ADHD birds and all kinds of feces monsters gathered together. They grinned and wanted to rely on their numbers to slaughter the paladin in front of them.

However, these stitched creatures seemed to have forgotten that Ansu's job was a warlock.

Although most of the attack magic he was good at could not be used due to attribute problems, there were also a few powerful ones.

Like to fight in groups, right?

Seeing that the giant nets made of human hair were about to cover Ansu, the citizens' breathing could not help but stagnate, but the boy was not in a hurry. He recited a prayer softly, raised his hand towards the flock of crows in the sky, and put his slender index finger and middle finger together, as if to order the whole world——

[Free and Glory City]

He prayed softly, and the world around him seemed to obey the boy's orders. Changes happened quietly. The broken tower disappeared, and the flames in the sky suddenly disappeared. The overwhelming light poured out, and the prosperous and desolate roads spread and spread around from the position where the boy stood. Rows of slums were born from the light, and alleys with the smell of lava covered all the stitched lives.

Since you want to give me a big one, let's fight big!

The smile on Ansu's mouth became calmer and calmer. Let's see who has more soul rings!

[Epic High-level]

[Magic power consumption: 10]

[Domain-type Holy Light Magic]

[Effect: A domain is constructed by holy light, covering a radius of 100 meters, changing the surrounding terrain, extracting citizens who died in any street in the Chaos Border, and the highest rank of the residents is not higher than the caster. They will remember the truth of their own death and regard all the cult creatures in this domain as the real Ansu, which lasts for three minutes]

The City of Free Glory is the first time that Ansu has used it in actual combat.

The rank of this magic is epic high-level, and it is the highest rank magic that Ansu has except for the sacred-level magic "Holy Light Judgment" that has not yet been completely completed.

It comes from the top blessing given by the Goddess of Glory after Ansu passed the "Chaos Border" perfectly.

But because the magic power consumed is too large, and the rank is limited to not exceed the caster, it can only last for three minutes at a time, and the effect is not proportional to the consumption, so Ansu, who was still in the early stage of the third level at that time, shelved it.

But now that Ansu has become the middle stage of the fourth level, the benefits of this domain will have a qualitative leap.

Now Ansu can completely unlock all the functions of this epic magic.

First, he now has sufficient magic power to maintain the domain for a long time, and second, the rank limit has been raised to the fourth rank, while the citizens in the chaotic border were only at the fourth rank before their death.

Ansu can unlock the chaotic border in the true sense.

When they saw that the holy light completely covered all the stitched lives and the originally empty terrain was replaced by narrow alleys, all the glorious examiners stood up subconsciously. They never thought that Ansu could use domain magic, or the domain magic of the holy light system!

However, why does this holy light domain look so strange?

The examiners' expressions are a little subtle.

This street does not look glorious at all, only the ruins that have been burned out and the smoke rolling in the sky. The streets are cracked, revealing the rolling magma and smoke inside-some historians frowned, and they have vaguely guessed the name of this street.

It was an ancient battlefield where the volcano giants and the Hell Demons fought in history. It was called "Hell Street" and was a scenic spot on the border of chaos.

The magic of the Holy Light system summoned a chaotic street. They were all dumbfounded.

The most terrifying thing was the undead that crawled out from the underground of the Hell. Each species had its own merits and unique talents. Each one had unique abilities:

HIV orc tribes with pus and smallpox all over their bodies, and dark elves, a protected species, that were pressed down by black clouds and were about to be destroyed. Hovering in the sky were the vampire nobles from the Chaos Imperial Capital!

Their eyes were red, and the monstrous hatred of those dead souls was steaming up, as if they were going to devour the whole world. They looked more social than the monsters created by Merlin!

Despite this, it was still Holy Light magic.

Seeing these top creatures of the Chaos Kingdom, the stitched creatures of the Life Cult were also confused. They stopped in place awkwardly, thinking in their hearts, are they all the same group?

But the Chaos species do not regard their stitched lives as their own people. The cognition of the dead souls has been distorted by the Holy Light. At this time, in their eyes, the one crawling on the ground is Ansu, the one flying in the sky is also Ansu, and even the one crawling on the ground in the dark like a bug is Ansu.

The hatred of the undead for Ansu has reached its peak. They wish to tear Ansu into pieces in an instant.

Only the real Ansu is not Ansu. His face has been distorted. With the expansion of domain magic, Ansu's paladin costume has also changed. The dark black feather cloak drags on the ground, wrapped in a dark black military uniform, with chaotic lines and distorted eye patterns on the waist, symbolizing the authority of the "Mayor of Chaos".

"Citizens of chaos, listen to my orders," An Su raised his hand and pointed at the rows of stitched lives, "Slaughter all these despicable An Sus!"

For a moment, it was unclear which side was the real secret sect.

Luo Xiaohei looked at An Su with horror, swallowed his saliva, and thought to himself that this guy cursed people so dirty that he actually called others An Su.

The three chaotic races rushed forward and fought against the mourning crows, corpse worms and stitched faces.

HIV orcs and corpse worms are more poisonous, dark elves and stitched faces are uglier, imperial vampires and banshees are better at sucking blood. For a moment, the six major races are fighting together, the scene is dark, blood is flowing everywhere, and heads are in chaos fly.

It is worthy of being the highest level domain magic of the epic level, and worthy of being the most chaotic border ever born. The level of chaos among its citizens is enough to compete with the dung monsters carefully designed by the old thief Merlin.

Anzu's kill count began to soar.

[The mourning crow has been killed]

[The corpse worm has been killed]

The smile on Anzu's lips became more and more public. After Cersei's grand ceremony, all the secret cult creatures present will be harvested. But as long as Anzu kills all the monsters within these three hours, then Cersei Can't catch even one!

But several examiners frowned slightly.

This field can only last for three minutes, and it costs ten magic points at a time. With Ansu's current magic power, it can last for up to nine minutes.

But this wave of joint attacks will be far from over in nine minutes.

They looked outside the Church of Dawn. The Life Cultists were still continuously creating stitched lives. Creatures such as mourning crows continued to pour into the tower from the piles of corpses and entered Ansu's domain. They had to rely on numbers to conquer the domain. It was broken and Ansu's magic power was exhausted.

No wonder the rating of this exam can reach the 'Saint Level'. With this kind of continuous offensive, except for the Saints, the fourth-level Saints have no way to parry.

At present, it seems that the tower of Dawn Church cannot be defended.

He was clearly in danger, but the smile on Ansu's lips remained calm. He sang softly again, raised his left hand slightly, put his index and middle fingers together, and pointed at the streets of Hell——

【Holy Light Praise】

[Consumption of magic power: ten]

[Epic low-level magic]

[Effect: Within the area, every time a secret cultist dies, the magic value will be restored by two points, lasting ten minutes]

[City of Freedom and Glory] is a blessing reward for Ansu who has perfectly cleared the Chaos Border, and [Praise of Holy Light] is a blessing reward for Ansu who has perfectly cleared the Painful Cadre School. In the domain, for every esoteric creature that dies, the magic power If you value it, you will get a reply!

The combination of the Praise of Holy Light and the unlocked City of Freedom and Glory formed the most heaven-defying intensity - an almost perfect perpetual motion cycle.

Because the citizens of the Free and Glory City are all mystical believers who believe in chaos.

Group fights are ineffective against Anzu.

Whether the enemy dies or we die, Ansu will restore the magic value, and the restored magic value will continue to act on the continuation of the Free City. Mayor Ansu's soldiers will never end, and the citizens of the Hell Street will Only the appetizer came out

The most important ones have not yet appeared.

There are only two ways for the esoteric cultists to break this holy light combination.

An army so large that it can break through the glorious city of freedom in an instant, or a saint with enough rank to crush the realm.

But Stitch Life doesn't have either now.

Mayor Ansu raised his hand and pointed into the distance, giving an order to his citizens, "Counterattack with the entire army!"

With his order, as time continued to pass, that terrifying and undefinable existence finally came to this world; creatures that cannot be observed, defined, described, and recorded - except Apart from the fallen angels and flower fairies, there were only those adults.

As the earth shook and the earth tore apart, the forest elves of the Fairy Legislative Group emerged from the ground.

"Speechless."

As soon as they appeared, they saw the Anzu sky full of mourning crows composed of various human skulls stitched together, and they immediately shouted,

"The sky is full of inferior men!"