285: Chapter 279 A complete mess

Blood color usually represents ominousness and slaughter; encountering it usually brings panic.

However, most people in the royal capital at this moment were kneeling on the ground.

Pestoya was speeding through the high sky, her robe sleeves fluttering loudly.

She looked down at the crowd kneeling in a sea, chatting with Blova beside her: "It seems you weren't entirely wrong."

"You should have realized that sooner."

"We're here."

Arriving above the church, the two landed straight in front of the main entrance.

The people below the stone steps were all kneeling, and no one noticed their landing.

The two cast an inscrutable glance at the crowd, lifted their feet to walk through the gate, followed the corridor to the end, and walked into the main hall.

Jarvis stood at the foot of the faceless statue of god, seemingly having anticipated their arrival long ago, turned around, and smiled: "You've come late."

"You are very confident."

"Heh heh..." His shoulders shook slightly, "You are the ones who should be confident. Do you really think you can defy the will of the gods?"

"God or not, I don't care. You just need to know that it's impossible for you to go to the Magic Tower."

Slowly raising his staff, Jarvis looked at the gem at the top with a mesmerized expression.

The originally dim, milky-white light inside the crystal was now so dense it seemed about to condense into liquid.

"Look, the authority bestowed upon me by the gods, True Word Spell!"

Having received the gift of mastering divine magic, according to the grading of the Saul Continent, he was now a Legendary.

But facing the True Word Spell that could decide his life and death with a single word, Blova and his companion looked calm and composed, as if his True Word Spell was just a joke.

Jarvis felt that, apart from the Pope on the Holy Mountain, no one on the entire continent could defeat him; he was at a moment of extreme arrogance.

Seeing the indifferent expressions of the two, he was naturally incomparably angry.

So he vented.

"God says—" He gripped the staff tightly with his right hand, extended the index finger of his free left hand, pointing at Blova, "You shall die!"

Blova stood safely on the spot with his hands behind his back. After a full three minutes, the corners of his mouth lifted in mockery: "It seems the god of Mr. Bishop is not very reliable."

The madness on Jarvis's face was replaced by astonishment. After a long while, he regained his senses, then immediately pointed at Pestoya: "God says, you shall die!"

The result was the same as before; the woman with charming eyes standing beside Blova was unharmed.

"Why? What exactly is going on?!"

He was unwilling to believe everything before his eyes, staring blankly at his left hand.

Was it because he used the wrong hand?

Yes, that must be it!

Jarvis hurriedly switched the staff to the other hand and used the True Word Spell again with his right hand, but the outcome didn't change in the slightest.

Looking at him, who seemed to have empty eyes as if he had lost his soul, Blova laughed: "No need to doubt yourself, oh, and your god too. Your True Word Spell simply has no effect on us."

Slowly lifting his head, Jarvis's dead eyes lit up again, his finger pointing at a wooden bench in front and to the left.

"God says, you are stone!"

As the words fell, the wooden bench turned into a stone bench almost instantly.

"Hahaha..." He laughed maniacally, his eyes rolling back until only the whites were visible, "The gods did not lie to me!"

Pestoya backed away a few steps in disgust: "Are all believers of the gods like this?"

"According to Mr. Servant, not everyone can withstand everything related to the gods. Except for the appointed Popes of each generation, for any other person on the Saul Continent to forcibly listen to the divine oracle, this is the end result."

Blova tilted his chin toward Jarvis, and Pestoya looked over accordingly.

The Bishop who usually showed a benevolent and warm face to the public was now full of ferocity and distortion.

His facial features were undergoing strange changes that he himself could not perceive.

The sunken eye sockets were bulging, and the prominent nose bridge, brow bones, and ears were gradually collapsing.

It was as if there was a horizontal line on his face, and everything above and below was shrinking toward that line.

If it continued, in the end, it should...

The two looked up at the face of the statue of god; that face had no features.

"A bit intimidating." Blova lowered his body slightly, bringing his mouth close to Pestoya's ear.

"After all, it is a god."

Here, Jarvis was finally dragged out of the joy of "loss and recovery" by doubt.

Since the True Word Spell could be used, what was going on with these two?

He fixed his gaze on the two, his tone full of confusion: "Why is the True Word Spell ineffective against you? I don't remember the divine oracle mentioning you... Did I mishear?"

"You didn't mishear." Blova gripped the hilt of his sword and pulled it up, the blade reflecting cold light slowly leaving the scabbard, "As for why we can be immune to the True Word Spell, it's because many years ago, an old man who refused to submit to captivity snatched something from the hands of the gods."

Snatched something from the hands of the gods?

Who could do that?

Jarvis wanted to open his mouth to question, but the two people in front of him being unharmed under the True Word was a hard fact.

He felt as if a cat's claw was scratching inside him: "What did the gods give the old man?"

Blova's hand pulling the sword paused, and Pestoya's staff, raised halfway, also froze.

The two looked at each other and suddenly burst into mocking laughter: "Hahaha—"

"My god." Pestoya laughed until she had tears in her eyes, wiping the corner of her eyes while saying intermittently, "Blova, you, you heard that? Ha, hahaha... Mr. Servant's story is too good, you can never pull up a guy who is used to kneeling!"

Blova was slightly better, managing to stop laughing: "Cough... Anyway, uh, let's just fight."

Jarvis's hearing was a bit dull now, and he couldn't hear clearly what the two were saying, so naturally, he didn't know what they were laughing at, but he knew the object of the joke was definitely himself.

Not to mention that he had just been promoted to Legendary, even when he was a Saint-level in the church before, no one dared to be so disrespectful.

So he successfully became angry from embarrassment.

"Without the True Word Spell, I can still easily send you to repent before my god!"

Jarvis waved his staff in a rage, activating the amplification magic cast on the faceless statue of god behind him.

The beam of light shot from the center of the statue's brow enveloped him, his momentum instantly skyrocketed, and the spreading magic power fluctuations became increasingly turbulent.

In Blova's perception, the magic power climbed to the peak of Saint-level before slowing down, and finally stopped completely upon reaching Gods Blessing.

"The church's light-attribute amplification magic is indeed terrifying." Pestoya lit up the crystal gem at the top of her staff, fiery red light shining through, merging with the scarlet color all around.

"If it weren't for old Mr. Servant, we... well, it would have ended the same way."

"There is always a difference; at least we won't die miserably in some unknown corner."

Between their exchanges, they no longer hid anything, instantly erupting with their full magic power.

"Gods Blessing?!"

Jarvis felt that all the shocks of his life combined probably didn't add up to as much as today.

After the astonishment, he felt a bit guilty.

His most powerful reliance—the True Word Spell—was ineffective against them.

He used amplification magic to forcibly raise his level to Gods Blessing, but the result was that both of them were also at Gods Blessing.

One against two, the chances of winning were slim.

The only good news was that the other party had also just advanced and could not skillfully use the power of Gods Blessing.

Under the threat of death, Jarvis's nearly chaotic reason recovered slightly.

"If you dare to touch me, the church will surely tie you to a cross and execute you by fire!"

"Heh." Blova looked disdainful, "You don't think we intend to leave the church alive, do you?"

The moment he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already above Jarvis's head.

"I've wanted to try hacking a bastard from the church for a long time." He grinned, and the slender knight sword slashed down vertically.

...

Outside the church.

Ordinary people heard the explosion from the pure white building, and Professionals felt the surging magic power, all waking up from the intoxication of worshipping the gods, fleeing wildly in all directions.

They probably wanted to go home; encountering danger and quickly hiding back in their lairs was an animal instinct.

Therefore, the area in front of the church, which was crowded just a second ago, became empty in an instant.

Only Zhang Mu, on the other side of the stone road, looked blankly at the church from which gravel kept flying out.

They started fighting? And were fighting evenly? What was the reason?

According to the information on Zhang Mu's mobile phone, because Jarvis intervened in royal affairs and supported Andre, he was indeed in a hostile relationship with the two dukes.

If both sides were unwilling to compromise on the competition for the Blood Sacrifice Array, a big fight was inevitable.

But the problem was, it shouldn't be now.

The Blood Sacrifice Array had just been opened and was still in the warm-up state, and the city lords who were the main sacrifices had not yet been captured alive.

Fighting rashly like this, weren't they afraid that everyone would run away?

Most importantly, with the True Word Spell, how were the two of them dealing with Jarvis?

Shouldn't one person die with a single finger?

Obviously, no one could give an answer at this time.

Zhang Mu scratched his head: "What a mess, the two of them are fighting Jarvis like dogs, and the King is unconscious, so what should I do?"

After pondering for a while, he took out the walkie-talkie to contact Mihe.

"How is the progress on your side?"

"The magic node has an array defense, and I am breaking it."

"Okay, you don't need to worry about other places."

Then he switched to the channel of the First Army's temporary command post and contacted Domit.

"What is that group of city lords doing?"

"Andre took a Saint-level to the Core of the Blood Sacrifice Array, attempting to seize control. Some city lords bumped into them unintentionally and are now entangled with the Saint-level."

Halfway through the reply, Zhang Mu sensed a violent vibration of magic power coming from the central area of the royal capital.

"Continue to assist Mihe's mission."

"Understood!"

Putting away the walkie-talkie, Zhang Mu looked at the church.

The three people inside had turned into a demolition team; the dazzling light of high-level magic flashed non-stop, the white high tower with a pointed roof tilted and collapsed, and dust rose and filled the air.

"I suspect the church will disappear before the royal capital."

Zhang Mu shook his head, thinking that with the movement of their battle, if he got close and was swept by the aftermath, he would probably have to resurrect once.

"Not getting involved, I'll come to clean up after they finish fighting."

"Let's go, to... what is that?"

Intending to lead the sniper team to support the city lords first, who knew that as soon as he turned around, he saw a translucent Magic Tower standing in the center of the royal capital at some point.

When he noticed the outer wall of the tower was ice blue, he immediately understood that this was probably the royal family's inherited Magic Tower.

"The Core of the Blood Sacrifice Array is in the center of the royal capital... Damn, the King is a madman, using the inherited Magic Tower as the Core?"

You have to know, the inherited Magic Tower is the foundation of a Professional family, the gathering place of all the family's essence.

Not only external magic weapons and magic books, but even bloodlines and supporting secret techniques are placed inside.

Was the King not afraid of playing it out of control?

If the Magic Tower were to explode, the Laike Royal Family would inevitably weaken to the bottom within a hundred years.

Zhang Mu didn't care about the royal family, but Avril's future could not be separated from the Magic Tower.

"Hurry!"

Unable to wait for the slow speed of the Soldiers on foot, he directly wrapped everyone with magic power and flew through the air.

At full speed, it only took more than ten minutes to fly to the high altitude near the Magic Tower.

From afar, he saw that in the air to the right of the Magic Tower, hundreds of city lords were surrounding a Middle-aged Man wearing a robe and fighting fiercely.

The number of people far exceeded the enemy, but the battle situation was the opposite, one-sided.

The magic released by the city lords was slapped away by him with a casual wave of his staff. After waiting for a long time, they finally seized the opportunity to hit the earth-yellow magic shield that tightly wrapped his body with a magic spell, but it was easily deflected to another direction.

And the situation of the knight Professionals who were entangled at close range was quite miserable.

The Middle-aged Man threw out an unremarkable stone thorn. A Great Knight could not dodge in time, blocking with his long sword in front, but ended up being pierced through the sword body and the chest behind, screaming and falling to the ground.

"A tough guy."

Zhang Mu sighed, put the seven Soldiers on the ground, instructed them to find a sniper position by themselves, and then activated the Shadow Technique to fly to the battlefield.

The Soldiers were all ordinary people, theoretically, they would not attract the attention of Professionals, but to be safe, Zhang Mu still used the Shadow Technique to help them become invisible.

The sniper rifle they were holding was too conspicuous.

Although the appearance of the magic guidance sniper rifle was rare and very different from the "staff" and "long sword" in the common sense of Professionals, the Professionals of the Saul Continent would not ignore it because of this.

The main reason was the vastness of the labyrinth and the extremely complex variety of treasures it produced, so strange-looking things were not rare.

Even Adventurers who had traveled the continent for thousands of years would not dare to pat their chests and say that they could recognize all the items produced by the labyrinth.

Therefore, once Professionals encountered a "magic item" with a strange appearance that they had never seen before, they would be even more vigilant.

Zhang Mu looked down at the Soldiers scattering and selecting sniper positions according to the nodes of the array, while silently flying behind the Saint-level.

He didn't take action immediately; he was pondering what magic to use to not talk about martial arts (fight dirty).

Although the Saint-level could not see through the Shadow Technique, the opportunity for a sneak attack was still only once.

Once he missed, the Middle-aged Man might still not be able to find his traces, but he had plenty of defensive means.

Zhang Mu hovered in mid-air, pinching his chin and looking at the back in front of him.

Stras Falling Spirit wouldn't work; the movement of its appearance was deafening, and it was covered in flames like a meteor; anyone who wasn't blind could see it.

Solar Storm?

The power might not be enough.

But he only had two high-level magic...

Just as he felt troubled, he suddenly remembered that he didn't just have two high-level magic.

When he first arrived in Kas Town, the Fireball Spell and Ice Cone given to him by Potter were something he practiced every day.

It was just that after becoming a city lord, he rarely did it himself. The only time there was an attack from the Kingdom, he was worried that if any enemies escaped, they would leak his secrets, so he didn't use those two Trainee magic that had mutated several times.

And at this moment, the scene was chaotic; who could notice that what he was releasing was actually a Fireball Spell?

Thinking of this, Zhang Mu no longer hesitated, raised his right hand in a virtual support posture, and mobilized magic power to condense a fireball.