"All are ants beneath God. Go!" Genaris pointed casually. The four Black Iron Sword Saints froze in mid-air and fell to the ground.
In the time it took to take a breath, Farren had already taken out a scroll and unfurled it.
Darkness. Boundless darkness spread out and covered more than half of the camp. Genaris laughed and said, "Darkness is not eternal. In the name of the Lord, disperse!"
Under the pressure of the all-encompassing light, the aura of darkness was quickly dispelled. What was more frightening was that this light had already formed a solid light screen that covered the entire camp. The Bitter Water Army was only a troop of three thousand people, but the area of the camp was not small. With the power of one person, he completely controlled the entire camp. The soldiers who tried to break out all hit the light screen and bounced back.
Apart from the Bitter Water Army that left the camp, not a single one of the thousand soldiers in the camp could leave.
The darkness was melted by the light. Farren had already finished chanting a spell. Twelve scrolls floated around his body. These twelve scrolls unfurled at the same time. Rex covered his mouth to prevent himself from shouting.
Salin's mouth was also half-open as he stared blankly at Farren. Using Figaro's Magic Formula, he could arrange the scrolls that were about to be released in an orderly manner. Salin could also control twelve level-one scrolls like this, but he could not control twelve level-three scrolls.
Farren was burning his life. Facing the Holy See's Oracle, he did not hesitate to give up his life. He wanted to stimulate all his potential and kill that young Oracle with long golden hair.
Genaris dispelled the darkness and was about to say something when he saw this shocking scene. Without hesitation, he loudly chanted, "God of Light, my father, please allow me to use your power …"
Genaris's voice was already so soft that it could not be heard. The twelve scrolls floating in front of Farren all unfurled, and twelve fireballs flew into the sky. This was the purest fireball that Salin had ever seen. He could not even tell what level it was. The pale green flames trailed behind, burning a vacuum in the air.
A mage who could only shoot fireballs was not a good mage. Farren's words echoed in Salin's mind. But now, Farren's expression was solemn. He used the simplest fireball spell to release the most powerful fire elemental energy.
The twelve fireballs continued to expand in the air, and each of them grew to a diameter of more than a meter. The fireball was not flying very fast. In fact, it could even be said to be very slow. However, the fireball was still absorbing the power of the fire elements in the world. It was about to reach two meters in diameter. Each blue fireball had a human face on it. The face was extremely clear, it was Fayern's face.
Genaris did not expect Qin Yin's Sorcerer to be so violent, exchanging a life for a life right off the bat. This fireball was filled with the essence of a magician. Even if he fled to the ends of the earth, he would still be caught. Furthermore, the further the distance, the more powerful the fireball. The Curtain of Darkness just now was just a cover for the Magician's preparations.
Salin was even more frightened than Genaris. He had learned Life Grant before, so of course he knew what Faylen was doing. Fayern had poured all of his life force into these 12 fireballs. As long as they weren't destroyed, these 12 fireballs would continue to exist until Fayern's life force was exhausted.
Before that, the twelve fireballs would follow their target.
Magic Shooters risked their lives in all sorts of strange ways. Fayern's was the most decisive one that Salin knew. This was because this required the Magic Shooter to pay with his life in advance. Regardless of whether the spell was successful or not, the Magic Shooter was already dead.
Salin felt something stuck in his chest. Anger and sorrow surged up at the same time. He had never called Fayern teacher, even though Fayern had always been guiding him. Life in Kushui Prefecture was the most comfortable period of Salin's life. He did not need to worry about hunger, nor did he need to fear the appearance of enemies. He had many similar Sorcerers to accompany him and learn together.
Rex had always provided him with consumables for training, and Fayern had patiently guided him on the path.
All of this would end today. Salin knew what an Oracle meant. It was not as simple as a level-nine professional. An Oracle could temporarily borrow the power of the God of Light, allowing his power consumption to be close to zero. This was like his Hunter Spider being embedded with six level-ten giant dragon magic cores. It would almost never run out.
Thus, even though an Oracle was only equivalent to a level-nine Sorcerer, it was seen as a level-ten professional. During the short period of borrowing Divine Power, an Oracle could cast Divine Spells at will.
Fayern's magic could not kill an Oracle. Even if Princess Rex had broken through, she was only a level-six Sorcerer. There was still a huge gap between her and a Magic Shooter. It was impossible for her to cause any harm to Genaris.
Salin was expressionless. He took out his family badge. The Oracle was looking down from the sky. He had no chance at all. With just a short contact, he could absorb all of this bastard's power. However, he could not fly, so it was impossible.
Fayern stood there quietly. He had already lost his life, but he refused to fall. Twelve fireballs had already pounced on him. The faces on the fireballs were somewhat ferocious. Genaris's eyes were bloodshot. He chanted his prayers in a low voice. Dense light enveloped his body. The fireballs carried Fayern's determination and pounced on him.
The twelve huge fireballs fused together and completely enveloped Genaris. Divine Guard was the most powerful Divine Spell of the Vatican. Genaris had borrowed the power of God, so his defense would not be broken in a short period of time. However, even Divine Guard could not stop the burning life force in the fireballs. Every inch of his skin, muscles, organs, and bones seemed to be burning. Even though it was only an illusion, it felt so real.
The two white deacons beside him had already fled far away. Their faces were pale. They had never thought that a level-seven Magic Shooter could release such terrifying power. Not to mention being hit by the fireballs, even a slight graze on one's body would be enough to burn a person to ashes.
The fireballs continued to burn. The light that enveloped the camp was still maintained. Salin knew that the Oracle had not been burned to death. Otherwise, the light would disperse. However, the Oracle could only borrow Divine Power for a limited time. As long as Fayern's life force was not used up completely, the fireballs would continue burning. Even the Oracle's soul would not be able to escape.
When Fayern sacrificed his life, he also raised his power to the level of a level-eight Sorcerer. These twelve fireballs were already in the range of a level-nine spell.
The fireball spell that almost every Sorcerer could use became the pinnacle spell in Fayern's hands.
All the remaining Sorcerers in the camp stared blankly at the sky. Their feelings were the same as Salin's. There was anger in the sadness, and pride in the anger.
The most furious one was Genaris. The idiot from the Cardinal Institution had come to assassinate him. He knew that he would not succeed, so he did not help. Anyway, his goal was to capture Rex alive so that he could hold Emperor Qin Yin hostage. He did not expect this little level-seven Magic Shooter to risk his life as soon as he came. His magic was so strange.
He could only borrow Divine Power for an hour. Even if the fireballs could not burn for that long, his body would be seriously injured. Picasso was not his subordinate. If he was forcibly captured to lead the way, Faka would definitely be furious. If he was seriously injured, that arrogant guy might take the opportunity to kill him.
He had already gone against the will of the pope by coming here. If Faka killed him, many people would support him. He had no choice but to use the forbidden divine spell once.
Thinking of this, Genaris, who was wrapped in the fireballs, chanted again.
"God said, you are my messenger, my mercy, my hymn, my sword. You will lead the believers through the darkness to the kingdom of heaven. Those who believe in you will become your new followers, and those who stop you will be corrupted. I grant you the dignity of God. In my name, I will give you Divine Punishment. "
Rex stared at the sky. The huge blue fireball slowly split open, and a dazzling light fell from the sky. A painful wail came from the fireball.
Rex raised her left hand and only said two words, "Shenluo!"
On Rex's fair and slender finger, the God Sifting Ring burst forth with a seven-colored light, forming a huge barrier that enveloped an area of more than ten meters. Even the ground under his feet was not left with any gaps.
The level-nine fireball was destroyed by the Divine Punishment. It was as if twelve different souls were screaming in pain at the same time. The Divine Punishment Spear directly hit the colorful shield that Rex released. Salin felt the ground under his feet sink, and he fell into darkness.
The fully enclosed shield was actually hit into the ground. Its sinking speed was even faster than magic. The Divine Punishment Spear suddenly split into two. One of them shot toward the sky and hit Genaris, who was under the divine protection.
"Sir!" The two white deacons shouted at the same time. They couldn't believe that the Divine Punishment could be replicated and countered. However, there was a hint of surprise in Picasso's voice. After being hit by the Divine Punishment, Genaris would be severely injured even if he didn't die. His life was saved. Thinking of this, he said to the other white deacon, "Hurry up and save Sir!"
The Divine Punishment Spear easily tore apart the divine protection and pierced a huge wound in Genaris's abdomen. Genaris's body fell to the ground. His subordinate, the white deacon, jumped down and caught Genaris's body in the air. On the ground, countless level-three and level-four spells shot toward the sky. The white deacon didn't even dare to fight back. He only used his divine power to protect his body and escaped into the sky.
With his power, of course, he could kill for a while before leaving. However, he was worried about Picasso if he was injured. Picasso was Faka's subordinate. Given Faka's temper, he might not be able to take this lying down.
The colorful shield formed by the Shenluo Ring protected Salin and the others as they kept falling into the ground.
It was pitch-black all around. Suddenly, the ground under their feet shook violently. Salin activated the Fluorescence Spell and found that he had landed in a desolate wilderness. Other than Neris and Shika, there were only two swordsmen beside him and Rex.
What is this place! Salin raised his head and looked up, but all he could see was a patch of gray.
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