Airplanes!

A slight vibration appeared in the hall, not the shaking of the previous idol, but a sound that appeared throughout the hall, as if it were an echo.

"There!"

The moment this strange sound appeared, the Grand Duke's swordsman looked around, and immediately made a discovery.

I saw that some blood-colored patterns began to appear on the walls around the hall, layer after layer, and then superimposed on each other, finally forming a huge eye full of maggots.

It has blood-colored pupils, and the whites of its eyes are replaced by maggots.

The eyelashes are crooked and twisted vipers.

"Mark of Morbius!"

The Grand Duke's swordsman frowned.

It was the first time she had seen such a mark, on a secret book kept by the Emerald royal family, in the massacre of 20,000 men twenty years earlier.

This sigil, like the statue of Morbius, is a symbol of the Ring of Möbius.

However, compared to statues, sigils are not so easy to appear.

After all, every time a mark appears, it requires a large amount of blood sacrifices—blood sacrifices in hundreds.

"Be careful......

The Grand Duke's swordsman reminded De Holl in the distance, but it was obviously a little late.

Rumble!

With a loud explosion, a black light appeared directly on the statue, quickly enveloping Dekhor and the twelve priests.

The white glow was completely obscured.

Only black remains.

However, it is not the kind of darkness that you can't see your fingers. It's a translucent darkness -- like a man standing in front of a black curtain.

Although the background color is black, the person is clearly visible.

Therefore, Dean and the Grand Duke's swordsmanship saw it clearly-

The twelve priests were as if the water had been drained. 'withering' at a rate visible to the naked eye, the delicate skin began to wrinkle, and after a few moments, when the wrinkled skin was like tree bark, all the muscle tissue was evaporated, along with their internal organs, so that it seemed to have more than doubled in size. The priests stood there like little children.

They opened their mouths wide and wanted to shout something.

But. In the end, there was nothing, and it was frozen in place.

And Dehall's already wrinkled skin showed a gray color at this time, which made people see it at first sight. The word zombie comes to mind.

But. As the bishop of the Cult of God, De Holl clearly has some hole cards.

Syllable!

A crunch appeared in his arms, and the next moment a rich, milk-like light appeared on his body, firmly protecting it like armor.

Then, taking advantage of this opportunity, Dekhor rushed out of the black field of light.

"Stop it, hurry up and stop them ......"

Almost a dying gasp, De Hall said.

The chief of the Grand Duke's swordsmanship subconsciously pulled out his long sword. A strong wind flew out of the blade and shot straight into the black field of light. However, it was like a stone thrown into the water of a lake, and it had no effect at all, except for a ripple.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, the Grand Duke's swordsmanship was long, and he wanted to get close to the black field of light.

However, before the Grand Duke's swordsmanship could get closer, he was pulled by Dean.

"Wait! It's too dangerous! ”

Dean shook his head solemnly.

"They're transforming into monsters like the ones we encountered that day, and if you don't stop them now, your territory will be ruined!"

The weakness on the face of the Grand Duke Swordsman completely disappeared, and he said in a rapid tone, with a kind of military vigor - perhaps, this is the most real side of the 'White Rose'.

"As a lord, if you want to go up, I'll go up!"

Dean faced the Grand Duke swordsman in a strange state, and his tone was equally tough, and it was impossible to refute; A unique aura softened in Dean's momentum and turned into a burst of coercion.

With his actual actions, Dean is showing that he is not joking and cannot be refused.

The Grand Duke's swordsmanship was furrowed, but in the end he nodded.

She knows Dean's 'stubbornness' very well!

Looking at the nodding Grand Duke Swordsman, Dean drew his sword as soon as he turned around, and strode towards the black field of light—which he had laid out.

Using his familiarity with the Ring of Möbius, he drew some of the internal organs of the bandits into the Mark of Möbius.

Of course, it's just the imprint of imitation.

Without the statue of Morbius, the imprint of such a parody would simply be a skillful graffiti - after all, Dean and Morbius were only collaborating, not really joining.

Therefore, the mark is only a formality.

In essence, there is no effect at all, and the reason why there is the current power is still the statue of Mobius in front of him.

Looking at the dried corpses transformed by the twelve priests and the appearance of the swelling appearance, Dean was not really worried.

Because, he knows, such a switch will come at the last moment.

Dean is for the sake of the pit gods, and he will never put himself in it, so although he sacrifices the internal organs of those bandits in absolute proportion, the number is a little less.

Therefore, it is only necessary to delay for a while.

Of course, in order to make everything more realistic, Dean also tried his best-

Call!

In the beating of a burst of flames, a fist-sized fireball appeared in the palm of Dean's slightly raised left hand, consuming ten points of energy, and the magic flame created by [Flame Attachment] equivalent to 100% of its own attack power, with Dean's throwing, with a beautiful tail flame, it rushed towards the black light field.

Bang!

Different from the powerlessness of the long sword wind of the Grand Duke's swordsmanship, the flames created by the [Flame Attachment] have consistent characteristics. Moving forward in a black field of light.

Although the fireball kept shrinking, it was also rapidly approaching the statue.

However, the Grand Duke's swordsmanship and the fallen Dekhor could see it. Before the fireball touches the statue, it will extinguish itself.

"Dean, no, let me ......"

"Roar!"

The Grand Duke's swordsman wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a loud roar from Dean, and the giant sword behind his back fell into Dean's hand, and then. Straight down.

Rumble!

A scorching cone of flame, gushing out from the blade, followed the trajectory of the fireball. Crashed into the black field of light again.

Immediately, the entire black light field began to shake violently, as if it was trying to defend itself.

But those flames. It's like it's pervasive. Straight pushed the black light out of the way, and pounced on the dried corpses and statues.

"Opened?!"

The Grand Duke's swordsman was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly reacted to something.

"It's a blow comparable to the silver level!"

Such a thought flashed in the heart of the Grand Duke's swordsman, and then, she subconsciously looked at De Holl who fell to the ground. The bishop also witnessed such a blow, and his heart was shaken.

Undoubtedly. The bishop thought a little more.

However, his current body simply does not allow him to take it into action.

Especially when he saw the gaze of the Grand Duke Sword Master, the Bishop smiled wisely—indicating that he was harmless.

Of course, that's just for now.

And looking at the other party's smile, the Grand Duke's swordsmanship chief was also hesitating.

The struggle between kingship and divine power will always remain unchanged in the emerald - unless one side is completely destroyed.

And just when the two of them were thinking, groaning, and considering the stakes, there was a little accident in Dean's place-

Just like he calculated before, there were not enough sacrifices, and the Möbius statue in front of him was a paper tiger, and the flames of [Dragon Flame Breath], after a slight stalemate, directly devoured the statue and the twelve dried corpses around it.

This qiē was expected by Dean.

And there's nothing strange about it!

However, after the statue of Homobius shattered, an invisible energy instantly appeared in front of him, enveloping Dean before he could react.

The crystal, which Dean had been keeping close to him, began to emit a trace of light, quickly absorbing this invisible power, and began to transfer it into Dean's body.

What's more, the whole process is very fast!

After Dean truly realized what was happening, new information began to appear on the system panel in front of him-

[All Stats +0.3]

Then, when he examined the crystal, the crack on it was still there, but the mist consumed inside had been replenished.

Not only has it been supplemented, but it has also been far more than before.

"This ......"

Dean couldn't help but think about it, this crystal from the random killer, almost subconsciously, he thought of the other party's appearance of a dry corpse when he died.

"It seems to have a bit of a resemblance to the priests who had been drained before...... Could it be that this crystal has a connection with the Ring of Morbius? ”

Dean thought subconsciously.

However, such thoughts were only fleeting, and Dean did not delve into them, after all, now is not the time.

"Now...... I think we should destroy this place completely - I don't want the Ring of Morbius in my territory. Teach! ”

Dean, who turned around, said righteously.

Looking at the statue of Mobius shattered in the flames, the Grand Duke's swordsman had no objections, and Dehor, who felt that the power in it had dissipated with the shattering of the statue, also had no objections.

And after the two nodded, Dean immediately arranged a series of actions.

After all, he was just imitating, and if he looked closely, there would still be flaws - so, of course, the sooner the better.

PS Second Update~

This chapter is timed......

At this time, the decadent is estimated to have fallen asleep tiredly...... (To be continued......)