Chapter 1660: 556. My Murphy’s creed is, to make a dazzling entrance just like a hero! _2
“Don’t let these dogs contaminate our sacred relic! Once the Slate is contaminated, it will plant the Seed of Corruption within the entire wolf people civilization, and when The Master of Hunting releases its first roar, my people will be dragged into an abyss they cannot return from.
And this Underground Palace!
The moment the Civilization Slate is polluted, it will form an energy singularity between subspace and the material world, imposing subspace corruption powers upon the entire Underground Palace. Everything here will become a carrier for subspace shadows, becoming a source of corruption in this world.
This is the purpose of the Twilight!
They want to devour the Baphomet Cult, causing those Goatman Cultists to collectively fall; damn, even in this mad era, evil fights against evil!”
“I’m curious, how do you know all this?”
Triss had her Flame Strike Skill ready, casually asking while locking onto her target. Below, ‘Hog,’ still engaged in combat, snorted disdainfully and replied:
“Because I’ve seen it, I’ve seen it with my own eyes! Let’s chat after securing the Slate, Vampire Lady. Beware of that guy in the black robe, he’s a true ‘Fallen One.'”
“Boom”
A dazzling column of fire formed instantly, transformed by Triss’s precise manipulation into a giant fist, blossomed invisibly and achieved ‘Super Magic Feat’ casting enhancement, exponentially increasing its destructive power.
The Flame Strike Skill is a spell known to many Psychics; they summon a column of fire to deal damage to groups, but in Triss’s hands, it became a ‘single-target spell,’ causing the previously unbothered Goatman Priest to turn abruptly.
It raised its claws while roaring, expanding its energy shield, as gray-white spiritual energy surged forth to create an egg-shaped shield in the nick of time.
With a bang, Flame Strike Skill clashed with the filth shield, inducing a violent spiritual energy conflict. The uncontrolled energy almost swept everything around into destruction.
The less skilled Mornic Screech cried out as her Scorpion Lion pinned her to the ground, its other three paws leaving sparks on the earth, preventing master and servant from being swept into the dangerous storm.
Cunning Winnie was playing the role of a clever Summoner.
She didn’t enter the cathedral, instead commanded her Bullheaded Monster warrior to rush up and assist the Golden Knight, while she began summoning her Permanent Summoning.
As Colando’s youngest daughter, since mastering spiritual energy and becoming a Summoner, she lacked no resources for training, thus ‘at a young age,’ she already possessed a Wind Elemental and a Fire Elemental as her contract warriors. She commanded them now, the entities composed entirely of elements joining forces to stir a firestorm offensive.
Scorching flames swirled wildly amidst rushing winds, sweeping across the cathedral with sharp lethality, igniting those Chaos-imbued Silver elite heretics, then used dust and wind to disturb their vision, creating an opportunity for Palano to charge again.
The Rose Knight didn’t waste this assist.
He gathered strength for a few seconds, then unleashed a Night Bat charge, a move common among vampire combatants.
His handsome form dissipated into bats, reappearing with his golden lance striking with critical force against the Goatman Priest, like an invisible hammer, sending the spiritual energy-gathering creature flying like a struck golf ball.
The latter fell clumsily against the back wall of the cathedral, spat black blood upon seeing Palano approach, and crushed a talisman in hand. In an instant, the agonized wails of thousands roared in sonic attack against the Golden Knight, seeming to pull Palano into a dreamscape.
In that daze, a sleeping Thousand-Eyed Demon Fetus appeared.
Its entire form wrapped in black-gray smoke ribbons; neither head nor feet visible, with no fixed shape. Yet in the dark mist, countless green pupils opened, those dirty and malicious eyes rotating, one after another, focusing on Palano’s spirit.
Each gaze triggered a storm in his mind. Though the Rose Knight’s will was firm, enduring seventeen nightmare gazes left him somewhat on the verge of collapse.
It wasn’t a lack of strength.
Even for the Golden One, facing direct attacks from the Evil God left few options, and there was no chosen White Knight with a Watcher’s token here to help him steady his spirit, while the vampires’ unique dark inclination left Palano with inherently lower resistance against such attacks compared to other races.
“Hahaha, face the nightmare of Baphomet directly!”
The Goatman Priest who controlled Palano with a talisman laughed heartily.
Its furry face gleamed with enemy-defeating joy, while its bizarre cross pupils sparkled with filth. As a heretic who had joined the Twilight, it was not favored by Baphomet, only because it was within Baphomet’s ‘Corrupted Underground Palace,’ it, as a Goat Man, could tap into the ‘Nightmare Tyrant’s’ power.
Yet the cost of forcibly using unrecognized Evil God powers was horrifying.
This Priest’s left eye was completely blind, with its heart near cessation, yet for a Silver-tier desecrator to contend against two Golden powerhouses still holding its own proved its extraordinary strength as The Fallen.
While Palano was controlled, the desecration Priest also had no time to catch a breath.
In the few seconds it was entwined, Triss from the sky had already cracked the protection curse placed on the Civilization Slate, and now Hog and Mornic were striving with all their might to pull the Slate from its polluted zone.