Extraordinary Sailing

An ominous thick blood color shrouded it.

In the most prosperous city center of "Newing Harbor", stands a gorgeous cathedral. It is based on white marble, with towering spires and exquisite colonnades, decorated with tens of thousands of sculptures by famous artists. It is extremely luxurious and dignified without losing its majesty. It is the sanctuary of "Royalty and Nautical Goddess" here, "Newin Cathedral" .

Even this city, which has not really risen for many years, is named after this church. It is conceivable how influential this church, which was built before the harbor, has here!

But at this moment, a panicked cry unexpectedly came out from under the beautifully shaped tower of the solemn and solemn Newin Cathedral in the past:

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Activate the spell!"

In the rotunda surrounded by mythological murals, a group of at least a hundred clergymen wearing black robes uniformly held black cast iron crosses with anchor points at the bottom, and stood around the raised dome in the center of the hall to form a circle. A perfect circle.

Everyone was praying silently, silently.

Suddenly hearing the shouts of the middle-aged priests who broke into the door, the black-robed priests who had been prepared for a long time seemed to have a heart-to-heart, without any words, they all began to chant the holy words of the goddess!

Everyone's different timbres are fused into one at this time, turning into the same voice. This low humming sound carrying some mysterious power is continuously amplified, reverberated, and amplified by the circular dome.

At the top of the building spire, a milky white aura gradually began to overflow from a tall black iron cross. As the priests continued to chant, the milky aura became more intense, and then spread out instantly like water waves.

Gradually spread throughout the city

[Divine Art·Silent Sleep! 】

As the "ghost ship" and the "dead soul box" and "killer" on it were blown up and destroyed, the "runaways" who caused the turmoil have lost all their sources of power.

The undistorted "runners" fell on the spot without knowing whether they were alive or dead, while the distorted ones turned into blood mist and disappeared completely in the air.

Soon, only the shocked citizens in the city were left shivering at home, while a small number of bolder ones probed their brains and cautiously checked the movement on the street.

When the milky white magical ripples released by the cathedral swept past, the citizens who were awakened by the large-scale turmoil in the night felt heavy drowsiness again. Ordinary people couldn't even resist at all and fell to the ground and fell asleep.

plop plop

In the city, there was a sound of falling to the ground. As for whether they will catch a cold when they wake up tomorrow, or whether they can wake up, no one cares.

Because the real disaster has come.

Do not look directly at the gods!

This is the first taboo every extraordinary person is told after stepping into the extraordinary.

Personality, mystery, and the conceptual information carried by the gods themselves, inadvertently leaked, can instantly crush a human's fragile mind and soul, and will be "polluted" from the mind to the body.

This is also the reason why the church immediately put all the citizens to sleep when they saw the irreversible situation.

Although the method is simple and crude, it is very effective at this time.

"Your Excellency, Bishop?" The middle-aged priest who stood at the door heaved a sigh of relief after the magical spell took effect, and bowed to a thin old man standing outside the door to ask for instructions.

In this world, the levels of clergy in both the Orthodox Church and the Church of Evil Gods are roughly the same.

The Pope (also known as the Patriarch, usually the peak of the fourth level), the bishop (usually the third level, the level of the archbishop is equivalent to the fourth level of extraordinary), the patriarch (usually the second level of formal extraordinary, the grand patriarch of the third level), priest ( equivalent to a first-order apprentice).

Their way is called "the priesthood"!

Because they are attached to the gods, this road is safe and stable, and their abilities are very strong. As long as there is no problem with the nearly eternal gods, they will always hold the thickest thighs in the world.

But the identity of the so-called "priest" is difficult to be recognized by the extraordinary.

In the final analysis, everything they have comes from the grace of God, and their mortal nature has never changed. If one day loses the favor of the gods, everything they once had will be lost instantly, even the noble pope who once was once will fall. dust.

However, despite this, the bishop who appeared at the door at this time is already an upper-level power in the church, even if he counts the churches in the entire Phalatis Kingdom, there are not many churches.

"The situation has not deteriorated to the most serious level, and what ran out is indeed just a projection."

Also not daring to look up at the sky, the old bishop Benedict, who just observed the movement of the evil god with some kind of detection spell with the help of the divine power of the goddess, saw the reality of the "evil god" at this moment, and his tense nerves relaxed a little. .

"Please bring out the Holy Lance Durendal!"

Hearing the old bishop's order, the priests gathered under the dome seemed to have a backbone, and they were busy with their duties.

"Oh heh heh, this is the taste of freedom! Aha, betrayal, jealousy, grief, despair! What a wonderful emotion, this is the best seasoning for a gorgeous opera!"

In the aria that is in the same line as "Dead Soul Box", the evil god Purcell dressed like an opera singer dances in mid-air, without the majesty of a god imagined by ordinary people.

"Ah! I'm sorry everyone. I didn't notice that so many people came to welcome me. I'm so happy! Oh hehehe"

It seems that he just noticed the remaining three warships on the sea and the legendary battleship "Steam Fortress". He bowed exaggeratedly and apologized in all directions, as if there were really audiences sitting around him.

"Aha! And this city, the noisy crowd, the bustling land is just the stage I need!"

But no matter how exaggerated his actions are, no one will be able to see them.

Because as early as when they heard the crisp sound of the seal breaking, under the command of the commander, everyone had lowered their heads and closed their eyes, lying on the ground for fear of seeing the horror that could not be seen directly.

The only person on the scene who still dared to detect the evil god Purcell by certain means was probably Princeton, who was a third-rank high-ranking wizard.

If the fallen God of Opera descends, he will run as far as he can, but as long as it is just a projection, as long as it does not reveal the mythical form, it will not make him defenseless.

"Sure enough, although the seal is temporarily unsealed, it has been weakened layer by layer in the early stage. Even with the power accumulated by the 'killer' in seven days and the blood sacrificed Wacker Wells, it can only allow him to transmit limited power."

Standing on the bow of the giant steel ship, Princeton's posture is still straight, as if even the gods can't make him bend down. The old god is here, and he even has the mood to comment on the projection of the evil god.

After bowing and apologizing to all sides, the evil god didn't care about the "cold reaction" audience at all, and chanted to himself:

"In order to thank everyone for joining this grand show, please allow me to call the curtain call for you personally!

The curtain call performance is: the solo opera "Dead Poems"! "

"ah--!

History is watching me,

let me tell you,

Things I didn't know when I was young:

you can't control

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story.

"

The chanting sound was clearly heard by the sailors. It was still the exaggerated tone of an opera performer, but it added the performer's feelings, the feelings of a god!

Frenzy, cold, tyrannical, bloodthirsty

Every character is like a ghost crawling out of the abyss of hell, dragging the souls of the audience, pulling them to hell little by little.

The chanting sound covered the sea area and spread farther in the direction of Newing Harbor. Whatever the effect of this lyric, if left unchecked, soon "Newingport" will be a dead city!

"Close your ears and don't listen!"

The fleet commander closed his eyes, covered his ears, and shouted desperately. This kind of attack by a god, even if it was just a projection, was far from what an ordinary person or even a low-level transcendent could bear.

But his reminder was of no help to the situation of the sailors. How could the attack of the gods be so easily resisted?

"ah--"

boom!

As soon as the commander's words fell, a sailor on the deck suddenly raised his gun and shot himself through the head.

"Ah! My eyes!" Some people stretched out their hands like a demon to gouge out their own eyes, and then realized that they hugged their heads and wailed.

Some people planned to pierce their eardrums with a sharp dagger, but they used too much force to pierce their brains!

At this time, even Princeton couldn't keep calm, and frowned slightly, looking in the direction of the city: "Why hasn't the church moved yet?"

As in responding to his thoughts.

At this time, in the center of the city towards the port, a pure and holy white light suddenly lit up!

ps: from the musical "Hamilton"

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