Chapter Thirteen Annihilation Armor

The first day of the Silver Holy Sect's attack on the mountain ended in a crushing defeat. There were no powerful figures among the first believers. Most of them were woodcutters and farmers and towns near villages. They spontaneously formed a team to attack with just a passionate blood. Even a few warriors and travel mages were helpless. In front of the believers of the Eye of Wisdom who were prepared and occupied the natural danger, the scene of driving sheep and attacking tigers in the city of Zoramu was repeated again.

On the narrow mountain road, the bodies of the believers of the Holy Church were piled up like a mountain! The believers of the Eye of Wisdom even rushed out of the fortifications and covered them down the mountain, and were about to eat up the first batch of more than a thousand believers of the Holy Church in one go.

Fortunately, the group of believers who arrived later were the garrisons and ice and snow mages of the Silver Holy Church nearest to Mount Auburn. Their combat power was incomparable to ordinary believers. The ice and snow mages devoted all their efforts to bless the believers and barely stabilized their positions that were about to collapse. Seeing that there was no more advantage in the Eye of Wisdom, they retreated back to the mountain.

After inspecting the terrain of Auburn Mountain, the warrior leader and the ice and snow master decided to temporarily surround the mountain and wait for the arrival of support. In the next few days, the believers of the Silver Holy Sect entered the sea like a hundred rivers, gathering around Auburn Mountain.

In the past few days, the advancement and retreat of the Eye of Wisdom has been undertaken by Master Kuangxin and several highly respected believers.

On the top of the mountain, on the temporary altar, the saint Mora has been kneeling here since the moment she went up the mountain, praying devoutly. Her appearance was holy and unparalleled, as if her whole body and mind had been integrated into the praise of the goddess. The milky white halo came out from her chest and gradually expanded to her whole body.

Such a miracle! The believers of the Eye of Wisdom are thundering and are all called the name of the goddess.

Every day, the glory of the Saint Mora is stronger, and the holy and beautiful light cannot be seen directly.

Early that morning, Roger discussed the final details with Sius again, said goodbye to Strau, and quietly left Richelieu with Androni, Froya, and Sius, and met with the Dark Side of the Elf Moon who had been waiting outside the city and headed north.

Shortly after Rogue left, the Temple of Ice and Snow suddenly shone brightly, and the melodious bells rang throughout Richelieu! Emergency messages quickly spread through the snowflakes in the cold wind and spread throughout the main churches of the Silver Holy Church in the north of the empire. After a while, countless clergymen rushed out of the church, scattered in all directions, and began to summon the believers of the Holy Church from home to household, and quickly explained to them what they were doing. In the afternoon, carriages filled with believers came out of the city one after another, gathered from all directions to the north.

In the Great Ice and Snow Temple, the magician Jima kept sending instructions one by one. She claimed that these were oracles that were inherited from the Ice and Snow Goddess. Although she did not explain the specific content of the oracle, all clergy had already felt the seriousness of the situation, because there was only one core content of all Jima's instructions, requiring all goddess believers to immediately leave everything behind, rush to the northern ice field, and eliminate all enemies that hinder the progress of the believers.

This is an unprecedented call in the Holy Church!

The abnormal movements of the believers of the Holy Church also alarmed the controllers of secular power. Of course, the city defense force did not stop the church from leaving the city, not to mention that many of them were also believers of the church, and even some devouts responded to the oracle of the Goddess of Ice and Snow, asked for leave and left their posts, and joined the ranks of the church people who left the city.

However, the city defense force reported the news to the imperial palace in time. After layers of introduction, the general who was responsible for the report was introduced. The last person who saw the chief general Sara Wenger. The old man in the evening sat on a bench with a genuine leather bag outside the reception room of the emperor. After squinting his eyes and listening to the report, he did not say a word, but waved his hand to signal the end of the reception.

A huge sand table was placed in the center of the Emperor's study. The terrain of the entire empire and the surrounding countries was condensed on the sand table, and it was meticulous. The Emperor stood beside the sand table and was looking at the Longines Sea intently. The boss walked in slowly when the door of the study opened. He coughed and said, "Your Majesty, Lord Roger and the people of the Holy Sect have left the imperial capital and headed north."

"Oh?" Emperor Feuerbach raised his head and said unexpectedly: "They started the decisive battle so soon?"

The boss said weakly: "I heard that as soon as Lord Rog left today, the Ice and Snow Goddess sent out an oracle and summoned all the believers to go north."

"So, will this decisive battle really involve God?"

The boss nodded and said, "It seems that this is going to happen."

Emperor Feuerbach said coldly: "Two goddesses? Humph! Let them fight slowly, it is best to lose both sides. This plane does not require gods!"

The magic light in the Ice and Snow Temple was extremely strong. Under the extremely strong light, the shadow of every wrinkle on Old Jima's face seemed deeper! The corners of her mouth were almost vertically hanging on her face, and her eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

Seeing that all the instructions were quickly and steadily sent out, Jima went alone to the altar room behind the Great Temple, which was enshrined in the statue of the goddess. It was listed as an absolute forbidden place from the early morning and no one except her is allowed to enter.

Not long after, almost even the cleaning staff who did odd jobs in the Ice and Snow Temple were sent out to mobilize believers. Jima stood in the middle of the hall, looking at the already empty temple, her murderous aura suddenly disappeared completely, leaving only the aging brought by time and the despair of powerless despair for fate.

Jima suddenly started to cough heavily, and only the sound of her hoarse cough was as if she wanted to cough out the internal organs. It made people worry that her seemingly weak fire of life would be extinguished in a flash.

Finally she calmed her cough, slowly moved to the front of the altar hall, took out a brass key with her trembling hands, and opened the lock. However, the two doors made of hard silver were extremely heavy, and she almost pressed against the door with all her strength, and then she opened a gap that had just allowed one person to enter and exit.

Jima entered the hall and covered the door with remaining strength. This action almost consumed Jima's little life. The wrinkles on her face became deeper and her pupils became more turbid. Jima leaned against the hall gate and gasped heavily.

There were strange sharp whistles echoing in the hall, as if a woman was crying shrillly. The source of the sound was actually the statue of the Ice and Snow Goddess behind the altar!

The beautiful folded face of the statue was slightly distorted, slightly ferocious and anxious. What was even more strange was that a blood-red tears slowly flowed down her left eye!

Jima's hand trembled and stretched towards the statue, and she was already incoherent: "This...why! The greatest goddess, what is your oracle? Tell me, tell you the most devout believers!"

Although Jima kept praying, the oracle of the Ice and Snow Goddess received was violent and complicated, full of all kinds of crazy emotions such as rage, hatred, panic and uneasiness. It was like the power of the divine rushing between the peaks and valleys that kept washing away Jima's soul, making her consciousness shaky, as if it could leave her body at any time and turn into blue smoke!

Jima struggled to support her, and her still gray hair slowly turned white.

But no matter how hard she tried to distinguish, it was like listening to a child's cry in a storm. She knew that the Ice and Snow Goddess was talking, but she couldn't hear clearly what she was talking about.

Jima suddenly groaned, and two blood flowed out of her nose, and she sat softly on the ground. The power in her body had been exhausted, and her connection with the Snow Goddess was finally completely separated by the storm around the Goddess. The calls of the Snow Goddess statue sounded just a simple and meaningless scream at this moment.

Jima can no longer contact the oracle of the Ice and Snow Goddess.

This is not because she is not pious enough, nor because the Ice and Snow Goddess is angry with her. All this is just because the unnatural storm that accompanied the call of the Ice and Snow Goddess has completely covered the voice of the Ice and Snow Goddess!

But what kind of existence can suppress the goddess's voice?

Chill was in tears on every fingertip of Jima. She had used the magic power accumulated by the Great Ice and Snow Temple over the years to send the previous oracle of the Ice and Snow Goddess to the Holy Church in the north of the empire. Even if the Ice and Snow Goddess has a new oracle, there was no extra magic power to spread the message throughout such a vast place.

What's more, the Holy Church believe that they had received the message must have embarked on the journey. Even if a new oracle comes down, it will not be too late to spread it to them.

Jima looked up at the goddess statue with blood and tears, muttering something, and a few drops of turbid old tears fell quietly. She struggled to sit up, and a dagger as red as blood fell from her sleeve. Jima stared at the dagger for a long time, sighed a long time, turned her wrist and stabbed the dagger into her chest!

A moment later, Jima pushed open the gate of the altar hall. Her face was flushed, she was full of energy, and her eyes were extremely sharp. She carried wind and thunder when she stepped down! A temple warrior immediately came up and said, "Master Jima, do you have any instructions?"

"Prepare a carriage! I'm going to the north!" Jima shouted.

Today, Richelieu was extremely cold, all the rivers were frozen and the wind was whistling. The streets were deserted and no one wanted to go out in such weather.

Amid the rumbling wheels, a carriage inlaid with the silver holy teachings was galloping past the open street and galloping towards the north gate. There was a luxurious hotel next to the avenue. In front of the window on the fourth floor, a noble and handsome man looked at the carriage all the way until it disappeared at the end of the long street. Then he sighed and drank the aged red wine in the goblet.

"When will we be like these human races, who can strive for the same goal without regard for life and death, that's fine," he sighed.

"Mirou, you have been here for too short. The human race is united, most of the time to kill each other more efficiently." The tall warrior said.

Miro smiled, his smile was full of sunshine, enough to fascinate countless young girls. "Maybe it. But the human race can unite and kill each other, and can unite to deal with foreign enemies together. This is different from us. As long as I think of certain races, I wish I could kill them all and not mention cooperation at all. But I have endured it over the years and can do a few things together. Now I think about it, it is really strange."

"This is exactly what Lord Miro is extraordinary. If you are just powerful, you are not worthy of my follower."

"Excellent?" Miro smiled bitterly, "If this can be considered extraordinary, my clan... then there is really no hope!"

He stared at the warrior again and smiled, "If I don't have enough power, no matter how many things I have, how dare I leave my back to you?"

The warrior did not follow this already sensitive topic and said, "Sir, the new soul-guiding master acted rashly. She not only blinded her eyes, but also seemed to be in eternal fear. I finally calmed her down, but I don't know when her fear will recur. What do you do when you see this?"

Miro pondered for a moment and said, "Although she is not very capable, the old guy behind her still cannot be despised. Let's take me to see her situation first."

The basement was as dark as before, and there were hysterical howls coming from inside. Miro climbed down the stairs, and the faint light emitted from his body not only dispelled the darkness in the room, but also blocked the moisture, foul air and dirtyness outside. It seemed that even if he was in the thousand-year-old rotten swamp, Miro could still maintain his noble and tidyness.

With a light wave of his left hand, an invisible force lifted the female mage on the ground and pressed it firmly against the wall. Miro lifted the female mage's cloak and carefully observed her face.

The lower half of her face was smooth and delicate, very charming, but the upper half was as if it had been burned by fire, which was terrible. The muscles on her face rolled up and kept squirming, and it seemed that it was regenerating quickly. The rotten meat kept falling with blood, and the new meat continued to grow, but the tender meat that was newly born would rot quickly when it came into contact with the air. Therefore, after half a day, the injuries on her face did not improve at all! The female mage seemed to have another attack of fear, and she wanted to scream, but under the pressure of Miro's power, she couldn't even open her mouth.

Miro reached out carefully, and as soon as his fingertips touched the rotten flesh on her face, the granulum suddenly exploded! A silver lightning fire rushed out from it and landed accurately on Miro's fingers that had been retracted with lightning, making a crackling sound, and it actually penetrated into Miro's flesh like a small ferocious beast!

Miro's face changed, and he blinked his fingers for more than ten seconds. A small ball of bright purple fog wrapped the moving silver electric fire and threw it towards the corner of the wall.

The electric fire suddenly exploded, and the basement was instantly filled with silver light! The next moment, the basement had turned dim again, and the silver electric fire had died with the purple mist wrapped around it.

Miro silent for a moment, then asked, "Is she who provoked the other party?"

"That's right!" The warrior took advantage of the situation and had no sympathy for the female mage.

Miro's face sank and said coldly: "I can cure her injuries, but I can't cure her stupidity! Keeping such useless things is also a shame for her mentor! You should deal with her!"

After saying that, Miro left by himself, and the warrior looked at the female mage in the corner of the room, pinched his knuckles and made a low laugh.

In the past thousand years, the Bluestone Mountain has always been the forbidden area for powerful monsters. Even the powerful dragons dare not appear in this area easily. The spear throwing of the frost armored giants is a nightmare for every giant dragon.

Now, the bluestone mountain that has hidden in the vast clouds and mist all year round has become a ghost realm!

Any existence with a slightly stronger power will disappear immediately as soon as it enters the vicinity of Bluestone Mountain. Those powerful monsters have keen intuition. After the number of powerful companions disappeared one after another, they left their territory one after another and fled in a hurry to the place far away from Bluestone Mountain.

But Bluestone Mountain is the home of the frost armored giants, and they are unwilling to leave their homes and escape no matter what. Moreover, even if they want to escape, they will never be able to escape.

I don’t know when, no matter how the insidious sacred dragon provoked, the frost armored giants would never leave the camp at the top of the mountain. In just a few days, half of the 100 adult warriors fell, and the terrifying existence was obviously still unsatisfied, and they still wandered around the Bluestone Mountain, waiting for an opportunity to capture the lonely giant.

The leader of the Frost Armor Giant had already faintly felt the final fate of his clan. He was shocked and angry, and challenged the existence several times, but she ignored it at all. All he knew now was that every time a giant disappeared, her power would be stronger.

A loud rumbling sound suddenly sounded at the top of the bluestone mountain. For a moment, smoke and dust rose everywhere and rocks flew. Two giant warriors suddenly flew out of the opium. They shouted loudly, and the loud voice resounded throughout the bluestone mountain! They flew up a hundred meters high, drew a curve, and fell down the mountain from afar.

The leader of the Frost Armored Giant witnessed all this in the distance, his heart sank, knowing that he could not be rescued anyway. Falling from this height, the two giants will undoubtedly die.

But more than ten frost armored giants had rushed out of the camp and rushed towards the two giants' place. The leader of the frost armored giant roared wildly and forced them to return.

But his order was too late. With the vigorous dragon roar, the sacred dragon came out from nowhere, grabbed a giant warrior like lightning, and then avoided all the throwing spears with amazing speed and agility, and flew to a high altitude.

Suddenly, a burst of thunder broke out from the sky.

The demon lotus surrounded by dark thunder lightning appeared quietly, and then a faint phantom was pulled out. Before the leader of the Frost Armor giant blinked, he had already flew around the two giants who had not yet fallen to the ground for dozens of times!

The silver snake in Vina's hand flew, and the Dragon Soul Battle Gun had passed through the bodies of the two giants dozens of times in an instant. Each piercing would tear off a part of their souls and power, and flow into Vina's body through the baptism of the Silver Dragon Dragon Soul.

Wina, who had completed the killing, stood in the air, closed her eyes and let the two corpses of different giants fall heavily. After a while, she opened her eyes, and the golden cross stars looked indifferently at the leader of the frost armored giant on the top of the bluestone mountain. The demon lotus was bright and bright at this time, and the light waves were flowing, and from time to time, shattered thunder lights would be blown out. Occasionally, a small ball of thin silver mist would be sprayed out at the tip of the Dragon Soul Battle Gun.

The leader of the Frost Armor Giant was extremely sad and angry, but he knew that going down the mountain to challenge Vina at this time would only add another strength to her. He suddenly roared wildly, raised a huge rock, and threw it at Vina! However, he and Vina were thousands of meters away at this moment, and the huge rock fell into the deep valley less than half of it.

Gregory stretched out his wings and slowly landed in the air behind Vina. It suddenly opened its dragon's mouth, burped, and spewed out a small ball of light white dragon breath.

It was very satisfied with its current life, as if it was back to the best days when the Death World followed the Master Fengyue. Although it was a little hard and dangerous to lure the enemy at the beginning, once the master's power was improved, good days would come. Those giants that Vina looked down on at all, no matter how fragile the power was, it was an overly sumptuous meal for Gregory. Now it can deal with two Frost Armored Giants alone, and without using any dragon-language magic, all relying on hand to fight.

Wina opened her mouth and sprayed a ball of white mist, and smiled coldly at the leader of the Frost Armored Giant. There were only a few giant warriors on the Bluestone Mountain and could not keep such a long line of defense at all times. Once they were too thin, they would pay the price of their lives. It won't take long for Wina to attack the mountain.

At that time, the entire Bluestone Mountain giants would become part of Vina's power.

She saw that it was getting late, and today she was already satisfied, and was ready to call Gregory to leave. At this moment, Vina's ears suddenly moved slightly, and Gregory, who was supposed to be "yes" in her mouth, turned her head and looked to the north.

"Master Weina, Master Fengyue is summoning us, but why do I feel that she is a little different from before?" The Holy Dragon asked in confusion.

"She took another step on the way to becoming a true god, so of course you will feel different. There is nothing strange about it." Wina said in a faint tone, but Gregory keenly captured a trace of something vague, as if it was something humans called sadness.

Wina looked at the lead-colored sky silently, suddenly smiled gently, thinking to herself: "But Fengyue... do you want to become a god like this? How can you be so cheap! Wait, I will find a way to smash your cold shell sooner or later!"

"Master Wina! Master Wina?" Gregory called out several times before Vina came to his senses.

"Frost Armor Giant..." Seeing that the war would come with the call of Master Fengyue, Gregory suddenly felt that his ability to improve these days was still insignificant. Its wise eyes immediately turned to the big guys with a greed and greedy top of the mountain.

Wina looked at the top of the bluestone mountain, and her rare smile had already disappeared without a trace, and she said coldly: "Don't hurry! We have two days left. Although we can't do anything at this time, at least the biggest guy can't escape."
To be continued...