Chapter 5-133: Ten Thousand Souls Gather Godhead

Prisoner of war camps.

“...... Attention, all minds, follow my thoughts...... Ladies and gentlemen, this is a great crisis for my Witchblade Clan, but it is also a great opportunity for my Clan......"

The voice of the leader of the Witchblades, Octavi, rang out in the minds of every adult Witchblade.

“...... This time, my lord Montgolath has accidentally fallen into a trap and has fallen by a combination of many hostile gods. However, this is also our opportunity...... Before his fall, my lord sent me an edict, ordering me to activate the ancient secret methods of my clan and reawaken our ancestral gods......"

Octavi has been a leader for many years, and when he brags, he doesn't blink his eyes, and his heartbeat doesn't change.

At this time, his heart was already full of excitement and excitement. He kept saying encouraging words, boasting to his companions about his plans and prospects for success.

Anyway, Montgola is already dead and can't die anymore, and with the fall of Montgorath, the priests of the temple are almost dead, even those who are lucky enough not to die, they are only some insignificant low-level priests, and they are not qualified to know this kind of secret. Moreover, the oppositionists, who may know this secret, but do not buy their own accounts, have been eliminated by him with the help of the armies of the Amanders.

The biggest secret of this witch blade clan, what can be known so far, is probably only him.

"Hehehe, Montgola, Montgola, you're finally dead...... If you don't die, how can I have a chance?It doesn't matter, if it weren't for your incompetence, how would my Witchblade keep hovering on the edge? You are lucky enough to become a god, but your talent has not improved in the slightest......"

Octavi stirred up the morale of the Witchblade while thinking in his heart, "...... I, Octavi, am the best leader of the Witchblades...... Hahahaha~~~"

At this time, he said in an impassioned tone: "...... Dear brothers and sisters, the awakening of the ancestral god this time is related to the rise and fall of our clan. The rise and fall of the witch blade, in one fell swoop, unite as one, work the witch blade, long live"

At this time, the mood of the witch blades has been mobilized very high, and they said in unison: "The witch blade rises and falls, in one move, unite and work hard."

"Long live the Witchblade"

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At this time, about a kilometer away from the prisoner of war camp, two figures were suspended in the air, quietly watching the movement of the prisoner of war camp.

One of these two men was a young Chinese man, who appeared to be very young in appearance, and by the standards of the earth, he would not be more than twenty-five years old. The facial features and temperament can only be said to be ordinary, but the overall appearance gives people a very comfortable feeling. If it weren't for the fact that he was now extremely eerily suspended in the air, it would definitely make people think that he was just an ordinary college student who had just graduated.

He was wearing a "Xuanduan" style robe, and his demeanor was light and light, but there was no so-called, master-specific edge in his eyes, only an indescribable depth and tranquility, if you look closely, it will give people a feeling as if time is condensed in it.

This is, of course, the earthly agent of the great god of the order, the unique primordial infant monk on the earth, and the Han Empire's pardon of the "Feng Xian Zhenren" Su Xue.

After achieving the Yuan Shen, he has returned to the basics, with a sharp and introverted edge, and naturally does not have the momentum of a so-called master.

However, the cat lady beside him, Shibel, was completely different, the number one thug of the Si Ming Lunfei Church, his whole body was tightly wrapped in a set of dark gray heavy armor, and even his eyes were protected by a strange crystal lens.

The surface of this heavy armor resembles the carapace of an insect, shimmering with a characteristic sheen that is between metal and bone. The head sticks out with a crescent-shaped "horn" that curves backwards, which is more like an organ that protects the crown of the head than a horn. On the helmet and armor, there are many Siling cone-shaped spikes of different lengths, these spikes are not fixed, they are all things that can be shot at any time as darts. The two longest of these, stretched out at the elbows of both arms, extend backwards, and this pair is not a Yotsubishi cone, but a knife shape, with a blade on one side and a serrated tooth on the other, like a pair of serrated knives.

The shape of this heavy armor is extremely hideous, it looks like a ghost, and the cat lady after the costume is murderous.

However, she is also floating in the air very strangely now, which is not because of Su Ze's help, but because of her own new ability that she has recently developed under Su Ze's guidance-gravity control. With this supernatural ability, Cat Lady can control a certain range of gravity, not only has several new types of attacks, but also gains the ability to levitate and fly.

Although the flight speed is not very fast, the mobility is greatly improved.

"Your Highness the Acting One, what are they doing here? I feel that there are abnormal mental power fluctuations in the prisoner of war camp, and the fluctuations are very weak, if it weren't for the fact that they are very close now, they wouldn't have been able to detect it at all. ”

The cat lady asked a little puzzled.

"Hehe, be patient, the show will start soon......" Su Ze smiled and didn't answer directly.

It's not that he's pretending to be forced to sell off, it's that he himself can't be sure what it is. Although he had gained a lot of memories and knowledge from the corpse of that unlucky man in Montgola, it was somewhat mutilated, and the record of the greatest secret of this so-called witch blade was not very clear.

The judgment he was able to make now was based on the inference that was drawn after a comprehensive analysis of Montgola's memories and the relevant materials collected from the Imperial Archives of the Han Empire, the library of the Arcane Federation, and other places. According to Su Ze's own speculation, although the accuracy of this guess is very high, it is not 100% accurate.

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"Shibel, are the troops arranged??" Su Ze asked again.

The cat lady hurriedly said, "Your Highness, it has been arranged." All of our own people can be trusted. They're all ready at this point, and when the signal comes out, they'll start moving right away......"

"Very good, it's almost time now......" Su Ze nodded with satisfaction.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to the prisoner of war camp with a smile and said, "...... They've already begun, Shibbel, look at it...... This is the end of the self-defeat...... Hahaha......"

At this time, I saw that the air of the prisoner of war camp suddenly lit up with a faint pale golden light.

When this light cluster formed, Octavi's heart was filled with ecstasy. He continued to suppress his excitement and encouraged the Witchblades, "...... Everyone, add a little more strength and lend me all your strength. Don't resist...... Do not resist, let go of your hearts, and follow the guidance of my will......"

The invisible network of spiritual power that connected the various witch blades had now turned into translucent silver filaments visible to the naked eye. These silver filaments resembled a giant spider web, suspended in mid-air, and threads extended from above, connecting all the adult witchblades together.

I saw that this network was constantly pulsating, like arteries and blood vessels. Countless spiritual power and vitality were extracted from the witch blade by this net, concentrated in the light cluster in the middle.

"Poof~~~" At this time, a witch blade suddenly shook, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then collapsed to the ground softly. If there is a light, you can see that his seven orifices and skin pores are spurting blood.

"Poof~~~" In less than a few seconds, another witchblade spurted blood and fell to the ground.

Immediately after, the body of a witch blade suddenly let out a violent spasm, and then his head exploded like a tomato that had been shattered by a hammer.

However, at this time, these witch blades could no longer feel the changes in the outside world, their spirits were absorbed by the network, and all perceptions had been lost. At this time, even if someone came to kill them, they didn't know.

Of course, there is only one exception to this, and that is the Witchblade Leader Octavi.

“...... Okay, take a good ......" Because the overall situation has been decided, the other witch blades have lost their senses, so this initiator can no longer control his emotions at this time.

He looked at the sky triumphantly. The ball of light, located in the middle of the network, is gradually expanding and materializing.

I saw that it began to gradually thicken from a faint ball of light, and its color gradually changed from light white to milky white.

In a few moments, it turned into a milky white mist the size of a dinner table.

At this time, more than half of the witchblades on the ground were dead, and even if these witchblades were dead, the silver thread was still attached to their corpses, and they were still absorbing the residual energy from their corpses.

I saw that these corpses gradually dried up, and even the blood that flowed to the ground began to be absorbed by the silk threads. In less than a few minutes, it turned into a mummy, and finally turned into a pile of black ashes.

At this point, the fog began to shrink inward again, but the color became thicker and more substantial.

In the end, after absorbing the life and spiritual power of tens of thousands of witch blades, this mist reached a critical value. It turned into a fist-sized, silver-gray substance, like a mass of gelatin, pulsating in the air, as if something was about to burst out of it.

"Hahaha, it's done," Octavi was ecstatic.

"This is the legendary priesthood and divine fire, unexpectedly, I got it hahaha......"

By this time, the web had vanished, and all the adult witchblades were gone, except for Octavi. Their best luck was to leave the whole corpse, and the worst one was already ashes.

Under some kind of occult power, Octavi's body was rising into the air, flying towards the gelatinous mass......

[Dedication]