A large number of soldiers and clergy passed on the method of using the holy path through their communicators.
Soon, many heavily injured warriors used the Holy Path's teleportation to return to the medical area for treatment.
The holy path could only be opened once every half an hour because it consumed a lot of energy, which put a lot of pressure on the sacred crystal font.
* Swoosh! *
One of the holy paths brushed past the Night Lord. It hit the body of the cyclops opposite him.
The white light from the holy path poured into the cyclops' skin, but it was quickly eroded and swallowed by the endless Blacktide energy.
The Night Lord held his golden sword upside down. His armor was covered with mottled black and gray scars.
In exchange, one of the cyclops giant's arms had disappeared, and its face and chest were filled with holes of different sizes.
It was just that these holes were healing at an astonishing speed.
"That's why I hate these garbage monsters that can heal themselves the most!"
Seeing this, the Night Lord, who was already exhausted, felt even worse.
He felt that he should go back and buy some insurance from his main body.
If he were to encounter such troublesome monsters often, it was better to write a will in advance to be safe.
"A few more times, and I can go to the cemetery and buy a place to lie down."
The Night Lord raised the two Saint power swords in his hands.
Against such a monster, the Sword of Dawn and the suppression of the realm would not work. The only way to deal with it was by hammering it with all his might.
The cyclops had no concept of weakness. It was a giant monster made of energy and resources. Without completely destroying all of its components, it would be impossible to get rid of it from its roots.
"Shadow Dragon Whiskers!"
The Night Lord turned his body, and a large number of translucent gray roots shot out from his back. In the blink of an eye, the earth-shattering roots pierced into the surrounding ground and positions that could be fixed.
* Bam! *
The cyclops' palm traveled thousands of meters in the blink of an eye and hit the two holy swords that the Night Lord put up to block.
* Crack! *
* Bam! *
His shoulders shattered into pieces of pure holy light.
The Night Lord was also sent flying backward by the powerful impact.
But the Shadow Dragon Whiskers he released earlier was like a big elastic net, which made him fly backward for a short distance. Then it got slower and slower, and finally tightened. Rebound!
Rip!!
With the help of the rebound force and his Saint Power, he communicated with the Tidal Gate and released an endless amount of Shadow Energy.
Behind the Night Lord, there seemed to be a vast expanse of the night sky. In the dark night sky, there were white stars formed by Saint Power shining brightly.
With a speed dozens of times faster than the speed of sound, he traversed thousands of meters in the blink of an eye. He pulled out the longsword that came with his armor and stabbed it into the cyclops' chest.
Bang!!
Another gaping hole appeared in the cyclops' chest.
The Night Lord flew out from his back and circled around at an incredible speed before returning to his original position.
As soon as he stopped, before the Night Lord could even catch his breath, he saw that the bloody hole he had just made was rapidly healing again.
"F * ck!" Even with his self-cultivation, he couldn't help but curse out loud.
"How do I kill this thing?!" He felt hopeless.
Even if he couldn't kill the other party, he still had to be extremely careful. If he were to be struck by the other party's palm … that feeling …
That was how the wounds on his body came about.
"If this goes on, I think I'm going to die." The Night Lord looked around with a heavy heart.
Other than himself, no one could help him share the burden.
Fortunately, he had just destroyed the four protruding spiral pillars. Otherwise, he didn't know what would have happened.
A legendary could only fight a legendary.
This was not just a matter of level. When facing a cyclops, an ordinary peak Palatinate could only destroy a small piece of the cyclops' fingernail with all his power.
Even if it pierced through the skin, it would not go beyond the skin, and it would be exhausted immediately.
Only freaks like Lin Sheng and the Night Lord, who had unlimited power, could fight with the cyclops without caring about the consumption.
If it were the other Palatinates, they would have been worn down by the huge burden of the Tidal Gate before the monster died.
Just as the Night Lord and the rest were in a tough fight.
In the headquarters of the Holy Sanctum in Shermanton, the first holy city. It was also at this time that the Blacktide here finally came.
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The two-headed black hawk that covered the sky like a dark cloud had become the biggest problem in Shermanton.
The walls of the holy city of Shermanton were extremely tall, more than 50 meters high, blocking most of the raging Blacktide below.
Only a little water splashed in, but it was immediately neutralized by the unique Saint power particles of the holy city.
Although there were many monsters emerging from the Blacktide, it was not a problem with the cooperation of many Palatinates in Shermanton.
After all, Shermanton only needed to defend two sides and two directions.
But the most troublesome thing was the sky.
Tens of millions of two-meter-long, two-headed black eagles appeared in the sky here.
These black hawks were not afraid of low-intensity Saint power purification. Their feathers were very resistant.
Ordinary flames, explosions, electricity, and toxins did not work on them.
Only the Clerics who took to the air fought to the death, trying their best to kill and purify all the invading Double-Headed Black Eagles.
Just as all the Holy Sanctum warriors were fighting hard.
In the war quarantine zone in the city.
A large number of people were gathered together.
Hanyu and Nisse looked nervously out of the city from time to time.
There were many others in the same situation.
But everyone could only hear the real-time battle situation on a temporary screen projected on a high place.
"According to the historical records, shouldn't the outbreak of the Blacktide be over safely? It was clearly just a small-scale outbreak of fighting. How did it become such a huge scale?? "
Hanyu's heart was heavy.
He had gradually begun to doubt the historical records he had seen. Perhaps the records he saw were simply the parts that had been tampered with.
"If it is really a large-scale disaster … then maybe this is the safest place …"
With this thought, he turned his head and looked at Lin Xiao's family not far away.
"I hope everything goes well … It was not easy to get close to the Night Matriarch. I can't let all my efforts go to waste."
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Inside the cafe.
Lange, the Night Master, stood at the door, looking at the countless two-headed black hawks that were trying to press down from the sky.
"So, this is what it means to be hit by a meteorite while sitting at home?"
He put on the pure white gloves helplessly.
"This is the city guarded by my brother-in-law … Let's take care of it first."
"East Gate."
He took a step forward, and suddenly a dark mouth opened under his feet.
With a puff, the big mouth swallowed him completely and then quickly disappeared on the ground.
Silently, a large number of two-headed black hawks in the sky of Shermanton began to wither and turn into countless gravel by the wind.
But there was no sign of anyone doing anything just seeing the large-scale death of the monsters.
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