What kind of hell is this? It not only ignores the energy shield of the legendary powerful man, but also has a sustainable effect. Even if you leave the attack environment, the attack will still cause continuous damage to the body. In addition, it is extremely difficult to heal. According to Orlanna, fortunately, she took action personally and replaced it with other priests of the Temple of Water, it is estimated that the treatment has not been destroyed quickly, and the person has melted a long time ago. It is impossible to stabilize the injury like now. This kind of whole-body damage...

"Your understanding is wrong. Lord Shuer, the damage is manifested in the whole body, but it is not the kind of damage you imagined. Unknown attacks hurt the origin. The damage to the origin will cause damage to all parts of the body at the same time. So I said that it is very similar to the curse of the curse of the metal." Orlanna explained, "But I can be sure that there is no curse metal nearby. Even if there is, with our sensitivity, it is impossible to sense the special energy of the curse metal, unless..."

"Unless the intensity is too high, so high that it has exceeded our perception limit." Shure already understood Olanna's idea, "But this is too exaggerated. Let's not talk about whether the number of curse metals will have a limit. Even if it doesn't, if I want to create the current effect, I guess I have to use curse metal to build a house and then Lord Solaren move in. Uh, you really haven't moved in."

"The joke of Lord Priest is not funny at all." Even though Sorah was confused, he almost laughed out loud by Shur. "I'm sure there is no curse metal piled up into mountains, nor does it have the house they built. There is a little bit of God-given metal."

"ha?"

"In my wand."

"The Lord said that those who can laugh will often have no bad luck. Since Your Excellency Solaren can still make jokes, he must be very lucky and his injuries will definitely be healed." Looking at the scarred face of the palace mage, Shuer shook his head secretly. Although Oranna said it could be cured, it was based on the fact that the injury did not change. The problem is that no one has seen such jealous and strange injuries, and even the gods dare not guarantee that there will be no change. Therefore, it is difficult to predict whether he is alive or dead.

"Don't worry about me. I have always been very lucky and run fast enough, so I can't die every time. Isn't that the case this time? I ran back in time."

"No, what I am worried about is the God-given metal staff. Why don't you transfer it to me at a low price first? I'm afraid that someone else will snatch it from me at that time."

"Get away, bastard." Glad at Shuer. After being fucked by this bastard, the palace mage felt much more relaxed. "So, I'm sure there is nothing outside the city, and don't forget that the one activated is the heart of the city, that is, the attack will affect a large number of urban areas. Even if the curse metal is piled up into a mountain, it is impossible to produce such an effect. After all, that thing has an impact range."

"That's right."

"So Lord Orlana and I suspect that the root of the problem lies in light. Only light falling from the sky can affect such a large range and produce continuous attacks without any abnormalities around."

"Is it light?" Shuer looked up and approached the black shield through the heart of the city. He could vaguely see the sun carriage still hanging high in the sky. "Do you and Lord Oranna think there is something wrong with Lord Sur?"

"No, the Lord of the Sun is normal." Oranna shook his head, "If there is a problem with Lord Sur, it will inevitably lead to the impact of most Pavadiga. But I just used mirroring techniques to contact the sub-hones of several cities. There is no problem with them, including Milian City, which is only 300 kilometers away, so the impact range should be within 300 kilometers. Of course, the premise is that our place is the center."

“What about the cities closer?”

"You won't want to know." Orlanna sighed, with deep concern on her face. The closer city was impossible to connect. She was worried that something had happened to the church members in the worship hall or the branch hall.

"Sorry." Shure suddenly understood why so many priests were present, Oranna and Soraen didn't choose either, but kept talking. Moreover, even the legendary strong men of other priests were watching without saying a word, without even minding that they were neglected. "Do you all hope I will ask?"

If the threat really comes from the sky, the one who has the most say is Luna, the Dark Moon goddess who uses silent protection and silent love as her clergy. Although she is not the only god who is guarding Pavadiga, she is the only guardian of the gods in the sky. It is most appropriate to ask her for answers to the questions in the sky.

However, gods are not consulting tables. Most of them will not give answers to the questions of mortals. At most, they will give a hint that mortals need to seek true images themselves. On the one hand, this is a convention formed since the end of the budding era when the gods let go of their hands to control intelligent creatures to cultivate the independence of organisms. After all, if they seek answers from gods in everything, then mortals will never grow. On the other hand, gods also have their own considerations for many questions. Should mortals know the answers and whether they can understand these questions are uncertain factors. Therefore, gods often remain silent for prayers and inquiries to mortals.

"Okay, I understand, then I'll give it a try." Shur nodded. Everyone was walking with him, so he naturally knew what questions could be asked, but it was useless to ask any questions. Everyone wanted to ask him for help because they agreed that this was already a major event worthy of alarming the gods. After all, it was related to several cities and tens of thousands of lives. According to the practice of Dark Moon Luna, it was impossible to ignore it.

If you decide, you must implement it immediately. Seeing that the color of the city's heart barrier is getting heavier, it means that the load is getting bigger and bigger. Although the palace mage Solaren said that it can support it for a while, no one can guarantee this kind of thing. Maybe the barrier will be overloaded in the next second. At that time, everyone can only turn into rotten meat under the unknown threat, so they must race against time and solve the problem as soon as possible.

No one entered the palace, so Sorahn suggested that he could go in, but the palace must be very cautious now, and it is even more troublesome to go in, so he simply found a building nearby and asked for a quiet room as a place to communicate with the gods. Although there are worship halls for other temples nearby, no one wants to do stupid things to pray to another god in other people's temples.

Cleaning and setting up, Shuer found that he was now enjoying the treatment of super high standards. The one who swept the floor for himself, perhaps the samurai leader of a temple who helped him arrange the communion wine. Maybe he was the archbishop in charge of dozens of divisional halls. He could see a group of legendary strong men busy around him, attentive and considerate, fearing that there would be any omissions. This is a great wonder in life.

It took only a few minutes to make everything well arranged, except for the absence of a holy icon, and it was almost no different from the prayer room in the temple. As for the holy icon, it was no longer important to the priests of their level. Even when facing a piece of wood, they could communicate with the gods through prayer.

"Bang", in front of all the high-level priests, the door of the quiet room was tightly closed, and Sav and Moria were guarding the door from left to right. Praying requires full dedication and it is impossible to distract from the outside world. Therefore, it is the most vulnerable time for a priest. Although these people in front of him are Shuer's companions, it is better to be a little safe.

"It's beginning." Oranna kept drawing symbols symbolizing the Lord of Flowing Water on her chest, silently praying for Shuer and the fate of the city. She could sense that not long after Shuer entered, a powerful sacred power filled the quiet room, majestic and heavy, as if with a sense of substance that was coming to her face.

"Praise the blooming flower, this guy is such a strong sacred power." Aloma, who was always following her, frowned, "Is this guy really just a golden rank?"

"The golden level only represents his energy intensity, not everything. Such a pure sacred power is probably no worse than ours." Mingni did not blame Moria for being alerted to her, but instead cooperated to stand a certain distance to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. "I really underestimated him, praised the wise Lord, and could see everything in advance."

"Don't praise yourself." A sneer rang beside him. Without looking back, the image of a red-haired fire bishop flashed in front of the archbishop. Ferres said disdainfully, "Is this called "Isn't it worse than you? It's more pure than you, right? Anyway, compared to the purity of the sacred power, I feel inferior to myself."

"Haha." The two ladies just smiled at the provocation of the old opponent. However, Aloma turned the parasol in her hand. On the other side, the bishop of the God of War Camill took a step forward at the same time. The two looked at each other and looked away. Unfortunately, it was wrong now, both time and occasion, otherwise, a big battle might have begun.

"I hope there is good news and the problem can be solved as soon as possible." Among the people present, Sorahn is a few non-priests and the only mage. The middle-aged mage always frowned slightly, obviously very worried about the form. "I don't want the city I guard to be destroyed so inexplicably, but as a protector, I don't even know what the enemy is."

"His Excellency Solaren, this is certain, and none of us want it." Oranna smiled, and was about to comfort this old friend who was worried, but suddenly turned around suddenly. Almost at the same time as her, all the priests turned their eyes to the door of the quiet room, "Why so fast?"

It was indeed too fast, less than five minutes before and after. After deciding on the preparation stage of communication, it is probably not too late to explain the problem clearly for the rest of the time. But the facts were in front of me, and the sacred power inside began to converge, which was a manifestation of the end of prayer.

"Squeak", the tight door opened, and everyone found that Shuer's expression could not be said to be weird, worried, confused, and uneasy. Moria and Suff rarely saw Shuer having such expressions.
Chapter completed!