According to the strict power system of the Sorcerer World, these believers were not even at the fourth level. Not only was their bloodline aura weak, but it was also extremely weak.
The three divine-spellcasters could barely reach the level of a grade-1 wizard, while the other five church knights were only grade-2 body-refining wizards. Logically speaking, with their weak bodies, coming to this Alternate Plane Battlefield was tantamount to courting death.
However, as they prayed sincerely and used the special tools in their hands, they summoned dazzling divine spell halos out of thin air. These divine spell halos landed on their bodies, layer by layer, perfectly fusing together, and also pushing their energy aura layer by layer.
Before the divine halo was activated, these believers of the gods were nothing more than a bunch of chickens. However, after the halos, they were all full of vigor and vigor, and their aura skyrocketed. Even if they were surrounded by hundreds and thousands of intermediate and high-level undead, they were not afraid at all.
The five church knights were overflowing with dazzling divine halos, scattered around the periphery, forming a relatively loose defensive circle. They waved their shining standard longswords, chopping down the undead that swarmed in front of them.
Behind them, two clergymen in exquisite robes held holy scriptures in their hands, working together to create a holy barrier that covered a few hundred meters. All the dead souls that rushed into the holy barrier would have their bodies glowing with a white light. Then, as if they had been soaked in a pool of high-purity holy water, they began to make strange sizzling noises as if they were being corroded.
The so-called undead were the corpses of intelligent creatures that died, and they stood up again under the effect of strange magic. Most of them had lost their intelligence, and only a bit of killing instinct remained, under the control of evil spellcasters.
Therefore, most undead spells were condensed with negative energy as the core.
When the negative energy in the corpses of the undead was neutralized by the pure positive energy in the holy barrier, the condensed evil core naturally collapsed without a sound.
As soon as the middle and low-level undead stepped into the holy barrier, they fell to the ground like pieces of rotten wood. Their rotten and withered bodies quickly melted into a puddle of stinking black water, and then quickly melted. Only the high-level undead could resist the 'purification' of the holy energy with their rotten flesh that was as tough as vellum or their thick, solid aura of death.
As one of the Seven Sovereigns of the Bone Plane, the undead army he brought with him would not be so weak.
At the rear of the Undead Army stood a huge skeletal monster. It had a humanoid form and was more than 20 meters tall. There was no flesh or blood on its body, and it was made up of strange, pitch-black bones.
A small platform of white bones protruded from the back of the Giant Skeletal Monster. On the platform, there was a White Bone Throne made of countless skulls.
Lich Congnus sat there calmly, one hand tapping on the armrest and the other propping up his chin as he watched the bloody slaughter with boredom.
Beside the skeletal giant, there were five liches wearing human skin robes, bone crowns, and bone staffs. They occupied a few of the core nodes of the pentagram array, and were continuously summoning more and more powerful undead subordinates from the Bone Plane.
Congnus didn't care about the five paladins and two archbishops. The only thing he was wary of was the young man behind them, flipping through the Book of Wisdom.
His appearance wasn't outstanding, and his body wasn't robust enough, but his entire body was overflowing with golden holy light that was as thick as armor. Wherever this golden divine light illuminated, all evil and filth were cleansed completely, and the heavens and the earth were suffused with a type of divine and pure and formidable energy.
As the pages of the Book of Wisdom flipped, the golden light around them grew thicker and thicker. In the swirling holy light, there seemed to be countless little angels with wings on their backs flying and circling, singing the supreme and holy hymn in a cheerful tone.
Within the area enveloped by the Holy Light, no evil could survive. It would quickly melt like snow under the bright sun.
Even from miles away, Grim, who was hidden in the shadows, stared at the Book of Wisdom that the young man held tightly in his hands. He could clearly see that the light emitted by the Holy Book of Wisdom contained traces of strange nomological powers that did not belong to the Morian Plane.
Even under the suppression of the Morian Plane's consciousness, it was still able to extend the laws of the outer realm. Apart from divine weapons, no other treasure could do this!
[Beep. Aura of a foreign power detected … Analysis indicates it's a branch of the God of Wisdom … Based on its attributes and characteristics, initial judgment is that it's a keepsake of the God of Wisdom …]
[Keepsake form: Book …]
[Keepsake attribute: Knowledge …]
[Keepsake grade: Rank 5 (divine weapon)]
[Keepsake function: Enlighten …]
[Keepsake description: This item records the views and opinions of a certain God of Wisdom regarding planes, space, knowledge, and power …]
As the Book of Wisdom was enveloped by a powerful divine force, the information that the A.I. Chip could detect from afar was limited. However, judging from the overflowing attributes, this was definitely a rare and powerful knowledge-type divine weapon.
This meant that the young man with the blond hair, blue eyes, and straight nose bridge was most likely an important follower of the God of Wisdom from another plane. He could even be a divine son or a clone of a god. Otherwise, that god would not have given him such a precious divine weapon and allowed him to bring it into another plane.
"God of Wisdom?" Grim could not help but mutter to himself.
The God of Wisdom was also known as the God of Knowledge in many planes. As such a god did not have many combat skills, he was not loved by many fighters. Hence, the birth of the God of Wisdom was much more difficult and slow than that of other gods.
In fact, many of the Gods of Wisdom who were still growing would become targets for other Evil Gods or Demigods due to their weak combat abilities.
It was because of these factors that the number of famous Gods of Wisdom in the World of Gods could be counted on one hand. Their divinities were mostly limited to rank 5 or 6, and there were almost no Gods of Wisdom above rank 6.
Grimm licked his lips.
If it had been any other divine weapon, he might have given up on the thought of the difficulty of obtaining it.
After all, most divine weapons had extremely harsh conditions to use, and even if he had it, it would be difficult to control.
But now, the divine weapon of the God of Wisdom had appeared in front of him. This was a powerful force that any spellcaster could control and use!
While the lich Congnus looked a little ugly, he was a spellcaster through and through.
It was no wonder that he had given up on other prey and focused on dealing with these foolish believers of the God of Wisdom who dared to roam the Morian Plane. For this, he did not hesitate to bring the undead army from the Skeletal Plane over.
However, the battle between Congnus and the believers of the God of Wisdom did not go smoothly.
After all, the God of Wisdom belonged to the Order pantheon, and had the purest and most powerful divine force. In terms of strength, it was a great counter to necromancy spells.
Besides, since the god was willing to give the divine weapon as a reward, he would definitely leave some divine force imprint on it. Once the wielder died and the artifact changed owners, all they needed to do was to activate the divine imprint on it. No matter where the artifact was, it would open a passage to the Divine Kingdom and guide the artifact and the souls of the believers back.
And the only thing that could interrupt this process was another 'divine weapon' or another god!
It was precisely because of the difficulty of obtaining it that not many people dared to offend a god and do something so crazy.
However, Grim was definitely not one of them.
In the blink of an eye, Grim had come up with a simple and feasible plan of action, and secretly contacted a few of his' old friends'.
… …
"Lord Mitzer, that evil lich is too difficult to deal with! Do you think we should change directions and avoid it? "
After an hour of killing, although they had killed a large number of evil undead, the undead army surrounding them did not decrease. Moreover, as the necromancy formation continued to operate, more and more powerful individuals appeared in the undead army.
The Grade 1 Black Warriors were nothing now, and they had also purified a lot of the Grade 2 Vampires and Grade 3 Undead Knights. Apart from that, there were also many ghouls, abominations, and undead spirits.
Although their strength was not worth mentioning, if there were too many of them, it would be extremely tiring to purify them!
Hence, seeing that the undead around them were still dense and their numbers did not decrease, Antonio, one of the two archbishops protecting Mitzer, could not help but speak up.
The young man who had been silently flipping through the Holy Book of Wisdom finally raised his head.
"Everyone is tired? Then let's change directions! But be careful, that lich will not let us go so easily. Also … the Holy Book just reminded me that there's a new enemy targeting us. I'm afraid there will be more changes soon! "
This young man called Mitzer had a head full of curly blonde hair. His green eyes flickered with calmness and wisdom. Although he was heavily surrounded, there was no fear on his face, not even a hint of worry.
"A new enemy? Sir, did the Holy Book specify who the other enemy is? "The other archbishop, Roseau, could not help but interrupt.
The young man smiled.
"As you all know, in this Morian Plane that is ruled by the Arcanists, it is difficult for Father's divine power to be transmitted here. So, the Holy Book can only vaguely warn me that there's a new enemy, but it can't give me more specific and detailed information. Haha, if the Holy Book can really do that, then Father will have to change his profession to the God of Prophecy! "
The two old and wise archbishops did not find the young man's joke funny at all. Instead, they warned him, "Sir, you can't make jokes like this anymore. Although what you said is a joke, it involves the divine power and order of the great gods. If the related gods hear about it, I'm afraid … "
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