Chapter 120: Blasphemy

Backward in the ranks?

Charles glanced at the character panel, looking at the string of level numbers that had soared a lot higher than before, and felt that he should have recovered the progress of the month wasted during the start of the test after half a month of hard training.

"Be careful!!"

He lost his attention slightly, and next to him came the shouts of the Dragonborn Paladin.

"Huh?"

Looking ahead, it turned out to be a level 10 elite skeleton wolf, suddenly rushing out of a crypt with a strong negative energy aura.

Ordinary skeleton wolves all have 17 agility attributes, and if they set up an elite template, they are definitely extraordinary agility creatures. As soon as Charles raised his shield, he heard a "bang", and the light steel shield shook violently, and the skeleton wolf had already torn on the shield surface, and the bone teeth collided with the steel shield, and a string of dazzling sparks was drawn.

"[Crush Strike]!"

Using his shield to block the skeleton wolf's attack, before the skeleton wolf could withdraw and retreat, Charles subconsciously activated a melee skill.

Bang!

The power of the right arm was instantly gathered on the flailed flail, and the spiked chain hammer slammed into the skeleton wolf's skull, and a high damage value of "-30" popped up.

The skeleton creatures are all anemic monsters, and this attack basically knocked out nearly 50% of the skeleton wolf's health.

"[Holy Strike]!"

Balasa's sword was filled with divine light, and then slashed at the skeleton wolf that had been smashed away by the flail, taking the last of the elite monster's life.

Click.

The skeleton shattered to the ground. Barraza stood with his sword folded, looking out at the outline of the dungeon, about a hundred paces away, faintly in the darkness.

"That's the end."

Balasa pulled out a badge representing a sacred organization from his bosom. Keep an eye on the gleaming sigil of the Holy Sword on it. In a low voice, "This is my mentor." A paladin affiliated with the Holy Liberation Organization gave me a necromancy detection item. The brighter the mark on it, the more necromantic creatures gathered in the dungeon ahead. ā€

After a pause, Barraza continued: "In the past half a month, it is the first time I have seen the emblem fully shining, which shows that it ...... There may be a heroic necronomicon inside! ā€

"Predictable."

Charles let out a sigh of relief from his chest, and his face became solemn.

From more than ten days ago. After killing the Bone Warlord, he teamed up with Barasa to explore, taking turns using 'Dispel' to cleanse the underworld.

These days, all sorts of undead creatures have died at their hands. Weak swarms of creatures, such as swarms of dead flies and maggots, can be killed with a single splash of holy water. The strong ones include troll skeletons, minotaur zombies, and even a powerful demon soul corpse that is close to the lord level.

But now, only this ancient dungeon was left in front of them.

According to the Tivanton Lord Mario. Carmen's account. There is definitely a demon cultist in the dungeon, and it could be a heroic necromancer with great intelligence. But strangely. After the death of the skeleton warrior, the other side did not send a second lord to prevent the priest and paladin from purifying the land.

There should be something that trapped the demon believers, otherwise the other party would never have allowed the two of them clerics to walk freely in the underground world, leaving the huge blasphemy circle in a thousand holes.

"Continue?"

Charles pondered quietly for a while, glancing at the ample spell slots, the number of dispels that day had only been used once, and there were still four left. The Paladin's condition is similar to his.

"Go on. I'd like to finish this advanced mission today. Barasa said in a deep voice, putting away the sacred emblem.

The dungeon is meant to be entered no matter what, even if they know that there is a heroic necromancer waiting for them. Charles looked at the quest panel, a [Holy Purification] and a [Kill Demon Believer], both of which were purple quality quests in this world, and now they were only one step away from reaching the end.

Of course, the final location of the [Sacrificial Demon Painting], the Temple of Night Glory, is also located in the dungeon.

As his footsteps approached, Charles had seen that there was a magnificent temple in the center of the ancient city, standing tall.

Carved from crystal blue jade, the statue of the Night Flare stands on top of the pointed dome with its hands crossed over its chest, smiling as it overlooks the world.

Her turquoise eyes seemed to have divinity. Charles looked at the idol as he walked towards the city, feeling that the goddess's gaze was always on him.

"Boom"

The empty underground world echoes with the sound of the city gates slowly opening.

Charles and Barraza stood side by side more than a dozen meters away from the city gate, silently watching a large group of undead creatures walk out of the open city gate, lining up on both sides of the road, and posing in a strange welcome formation.

Led by two demon priests, holding a magic weapon that was not a skull-style emblem representing the ghoul king Dorison, nor was it the emblem of the demon lord Orcas.

It was an open, white palm with a heart-shaped piercing hole. At first glance, the emblem looked like it had just been severed from a lady's wrist, fresh and lifelike, but there was no blood in the section, and after observing it, Charles thought that it must have been made of jade and endowed with some kind of magic.

"These two demons have changed their faith?"

Seeing the palm-shaped emblem, Charles's heart suddenly settled.

Sure enough, according to the current course of the game, how can the system force the player to deal with a heroic necro who can't kill no matter how many lives.

The purification, which lasted for half a month, was the end here, and there were no powerful enemies in front of them. The goddess Nya shines down and regains control of the underground stone city.

"Welcome, Holy Presence."

The two demons held the palm-shaped emblem and walked quickly to the two of them.

Even with a priest's robe, the demon was a demon after all, his skin and body were shriveled and wrinkled, and he looked like an old man who had been drained of water, and there was a disgusting smell of corpses.

"Necromancy!!"

With a gloomy face, Barraza raised his sword and took a few steps back as he harnessed the lizard. The spell was dispelled in his mouth.

Charles and the two demons both had drastic expressions. Especially these two priests of the Night Shine. A vicious look suddenly erupted in his eyes. Keep an eye on the Dragonborn.

"Don't be impulsive, Balasa!" Charles hurriedly stepped back and grabbed one of his teammates' arms, and whispered, "This is the best result, Ye Yao is welcoming us, and the mission has been completed without bloodshed." ā€

"No!"

Barrazar glared at the priest, raised his sword, and raised his voice, "The priesthood will never be in the league of any necromancer. The Paladin should use his sword to kill all the dead! ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€

Charles felt that reasoning with a teammate in this state would not work at all, because Balasa was more of a paladin than a native paladin, and it was impossible for him to walk with the necromancy.

"Let's get back into the aisle first." Charles thought for a moment and whispered to Barasa.

Because the final process was a bit too simple, Charles also had doubts in his heart. Barassa's tough attitude can be regarded as a smooth push, which made him make up his mind to wait a little longer.

First, go back to the surface and ask about the magic painting.

If you are in a hurry, you fall into the pit set up by the wise hero Necrondon. It was really a failure, and I wanted to cry without tears.

"Let's—"

The mind moved. Charles spread the wings of the dragon eagle and rose from the ground.

Barraza made a U-turn, rode the lizard, and galloped at Charles' feet.

Thundered.

The two clerics walked away in an instant. At this time, a black mist suddenly floated from the depths of the dungeon, and an angry voice came from it: "Your plan has failed! ā€

"The two priests did not enter the city, and even if they were killed, their souls would not be imprisoned. They are Holy Presences, favored by Io, and will be resurrected infinitely to find trouble...... And now, the blasphemy circle we have set up has been destroyed. ā€

The two demon priests threw away the emblem in their hands, knelt down and said in a trembling voice: "Lord Maka, but we at least know that the human priest is indeed the oracle of the eternal lover, who came to take back her dungeon. ā€

"That's a true god, even if it's a weak god, but there are many gods standing behind her, and neither Dorison nor Orcasus can target her."

The demon priest said that the night glow, and the timbre completely changed. Everyone knows what it means to blaspheme a true God.

"Damn!"

The black mist was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "We have been preparing here for many years, and the plane passage is already under construction. Wait, the dark ages are coming, and Nightlight may not be able to take time out to provide substantial help to that priest. ā€

……

Syllable.

Flying is lifted, and Charles stabilizes himself on the ground.

There were no unclean creatures nearby, and Barasa seemed to have regained some reason at this time, and stopped the big lizard and muffled, "...... I was impulsive. ā€

"I'm sorry."

Barraza's tone was sincere.

Charles waved his hand, a little depressed, but he didn't take it to heart. Let's just put it this way, even if it wasn't for the strong opposition of the holy warriors, he would have to think carefully about whether to enter the city or not.

Faced with a bunch of necromantic creatures from the evil camp, especially the demons of the chaotic evil camp, Charles felt that it didn't matter if it was a believer of Dorison or a believer of Nightglow, he should clean it up first, so that he could do the task with peace of mind.

"That could be a trap."

"Let's go back to the surface first."

The priest beckoned to the paladin and walked straight to the entrance of the passageway. However, at this time, an ethereal female voice suddenly sounded in Charles's heart:

"Wait, Holy Presence."

"Please release me."

As the sound came out, the frame tied behind his back vibrated as well, and Charles stopped abruptly, just between two giant stone statues of knights.

"Balasa, you step away."

Charles didn't immediately tear off his cloak and untie the painting, but first reluctantly said to the paladin.

The magic painting is a conglomeration of negative energy, and Ibarasa is nervous about filth, and if he is nearby, he may not be able to slash at it with a sword.

"Oh."

The Dragonborn couldn't figure out the situation, but they obediently steered the lizard back a dozen paces away.

Then, under the surprised gaze of the paladin, Charles tore off his black cloak, untied the belt, and took out an oil painting that could be called a work of art in the layers of black cloth.

The woman in the painting has a pair of blue eyes, and she looks at Charles, and her eyes are filled with a blasphemous look of anger. (To be continued......)