Chapter 340 Tsunami in Plymouth, a three-party melee
Torrential rain poured down, branch-shaped lightning tore through the inky sky, and on the cliff, Yeats's cold shout was loud and loud, along with the deafening thunder.
On the rocks where the waves beat, the iron chains were shattered by sharp arrows. Helena looked up in confusion, a savior-like figure reflected in her eyes, and her cheeks pale with fear showed a hint of trance.
Is it a dream? Or a miracle?
It was as if God had answered her call.
In front of this apocalyptic scene where tsunamis engulf the coast and floods pour from the sky, there is a figure standing between heaven and earth, shooting whistling arrows towards destiny!
Famula narrowed her eyes slightly.
The golden eyes surging with the flames of judgment stared indifferently at the figure on the cliff.
Her face was expressionless and her eyes were slightly lowered, showing...disappointment.
Too weak, isn't it?
Famula thought to herself, she only has the strength of the fifth ring, but she wants to save people in front of me.
I don’t know if this spirit of coming forward is brave or stupid.
However...since he keeps saying it, he represents the Dark Night Sect...
Famula slowly raised the one-handed sword surging with fire in her hand, pointed at Yeats on the cliff, and said faintly Said:
"You also stay."
In an instant, a fiery snake shot out from the burning sword edge.
呲——
The flames opened a path in the rain curtain, evaporating the rain instantly, erupting with roar, raising thick smoke, and hitting Yeats on the cliff at an incredible speed. !
Brimstone fire means ‘divine fire’ in the Book of Revelation. It burns the body only secondarily, and more importantly, it tortures the soul.
Once you touch this flame, your soul will suffer endless pain before it is burned to death!
Famula has the heritage of the Judgment Apostle Uriel.
From the burning sword in her hand, rays containing fire and brimstone hit her, and the pungent breath came towards her.
Yeats's eyes reflected the turbulent fire, and his nerves were instantly tense to the limit.
This is the offensive from the Sixth Ring Master!
With my current strength, it is impossible to withstand it.
But before taking action, Yeats had already prepared a strategy to escape.
What's more, he is just a cover, and the one who really wants to deal with Famula is the High Priest of the Night hiding in the shadows!
Yeats blended into the shadow, superimposed the wild hunting footwork, and instantly distanced himself behind him.
The scorching ray fell on a boulder behind Yeats and instantly dissolved a large hole in the boulder. Staring at the large hole that was bubbling like magma erosion, Yeats couldn't help but frown.
Six rings.
This is the highest level of power that humans can currently access on the Zhongting Continent.
If I could have this power, I wouldn’t be so passive when facing Famula!
However, promotion to the Circle of Life does not happen overnight.
Unless you can obtain a large amount of divinity in a short period of time and use this divinity for your own use, forcibly stimulating the promotion of the Tree of Life!
The dark night array beneath Plymouth flashed through Yeats's mind, and he immediately shook his head.
The top priority is to cooperate with the high priest to save Helena, who has the blood of Poseidon!
She is the key to this dispute. As long as we get her trust and support, both the Poseidon Temple and the Poseidon Trident may become our own strength in the future!
His eyes penetrated the heavy rain and fell on Helena who fell into the sea. Her thin body was soaked by the heavy rain. She still didn’t know what happened. Yeats’ eyes were deep and determined, and she once again blended into the sea. film.
Rescue her from Famula first and bring her to a safe place!
At the same time.
When Famula saw that the opponent had avoided the attack, her face was expressionless, and she was about to step forward with her sword and start chasing him.
At the same moment, she suddenly raised her eyebrows and noticed a cold light coming from nowhere. She immediately returned her sword and swung a sea of fire about ten meters long and wide in front of her.
Sa——
Around the sea of fire, golden fire rose into the sky, dispelling the shadows and forcing the figures hidden in the darkness to emerge.
Famula recognized the other party’s identity at a glance and said lightly:
"Margotha, you're safe."
As old rivals who have fought several times, the two have a general understanding of each other's moves.
Margotha was wearing a purple robe, her figure was charming, her eyes were slightly narrowed, and she said poignantly:
"You are really high-sounding when you attack a child and claim to be righteous. "Now, Famula."
As she spoke, Margotha tapped the staff in her hand, and a circle of purple shadow swayed under her feet, instantly extinguishing the sea of fire. She then raised the staff and lifted it from the top of the staff. The amethyst shot out the 'Night Shadow Gravel' after rising up the ring, and hundreds of sharp shadow blades stirred up mist in the rain curtain, overwhelming Famula!
boom!
Famulla just raised her left palm, and released raging golden flames from her palm, incinerating all the debris in the sky.
Even the rain could not penetrate even one foot of her body, as if a high-temperature barrier had been formed with her as the center.
The rolling heat wave carried the aura of divine punishment, blowing her short black hair and distorting the air around Famula, making her face covered with golden runes even more cruel. And ruthless.
“The sinner always deserves what he deserves.”
Famula said indifferently:
“No matter what the reason is, if you are an enemy of God, you will not escape the fate of judgment!”
Margotha laughed contemptuously, and the staff Releasing a coquettish purple light, it escaped into the shadows and became invisible under Famula's eyes.
Subsequently, dozens of night meteors fell simultaneously above Famula’s head! Dark purple streams of light passed through the night sky, carrying majestic shadow energy. The entire coastline seemed to be trembling in front of the magical tide that broke out at this moment!
Except for the emperor-level monster ‘Kraken’s Claw’, both the murlocs and the priests all looked up in unison, with fear and horror in their eyes.
This is the extraordinary power from the Sixth Ring Master! Among the major sects in the Atrium Continent, the Dark Night Sect and the Moonlight Sect can be called behemoths. As the High Priest of the Dark Night, Margotha has mastered the integration of night and shadow spells. No one in the entire continent can match them in shadow spells. She's on par!
Night Meteor is only a fifth-ring spell, but when cast by Margotha, it is as powerful as a meteor shower!
Famula looked up, her golden eyes as calm as an inhuman creature. Immediately, her knees slightly bent, and the next moment, her entire body had disappeared from the place, and in the blink of an eye she was in the center of a falling meteor. Night sky!
Swinging the sword, it stirred up fire, like a storm of flames.
Above the coastline, Famula rolled up the sky with fire, burning up all the falling night meteors!
This shocking scene was reflected in Helena's shrinking pupils, and she saw sparks falling from the sky, making the night sky look like day, just like the Day of Judgment recorded in the scriptures! !
Boom! !
The terrifying explosion shook the coast, and there was a brief vacuum period in the heavy rain, and even the rain clouds were forcibly blasted away.
In the dark, Margotha was startled, and a strange color flashed in her eyes.
Compared to the last time they fought, Famula's strength has actually improved!
The priests of Demon Hunting Hammer looked up, with deep shock and awe in their eyes.
This is Famula, the leader of the Demon Hunting Hammer, the most powerful presiding judge of the Tribunal, and in charge of the Fire of Judgment!
At this moment.
On the undulating sea surface, an ancient sea monster as huge as a Titan waved its giant pincers like an iron tower, causing turbulent waves.
Boom!
The huge waves are ten meters higher than the coast, like a big river hanging in the sky, lapping against the cliff with a roar.
This royal giant crab, Kraken's Claw, raised its two crab eyes that shot out deep gazes, looking at the bottom of the sky with lightning and thunder. Two strong men with six rings were engaged in a fierce battle, and let out a sound from The low cry of the deep sea——
“Woo——”
As a member of the sea god in the past, Kraken’s Claw has the power to dominate the weather, heavy rain and the ocean, and it is its decisive victory. battlefield!
With the call of Kraken's Claw, the water element in the realm of creation boils again.
The rain clouds gathered again, and the black clouds shrouded the sky above Plymouth, casting a huge shadow. In an instant, hundreds of thousands of tons of sea water poured down like a torrent, just like the great flood recorded in the scriptures!
In the heavy rain, the plate-armored priests standing on the coastline were as silent as statues.
The thought of fighting such a terrifying behemoth cast a huge shadow over everyone's hearts.
However, what drives them to fight is not only loyalty to their leader, but most importantly, faith!
“Array!”
Facing the murlocs who scrambled to board the coastline.
A Demon Hunting Hammer squad leader issued a low command.
“Meet the enemy!”
In an instant, the priests of Demon Hunting Hammer lined up, exuding an aura of iron blood. They hold flails, wear plate armor, and have iron masks on their heads, standing on the front line of the murloc attack.
“It’s like a city wall.” Yeats said solemnly.
"If it's not my brother, how can there be a city wall?" Zhuan Ya asked strangely.
Yeats: "Metaphor! This is a metaphor!"
Bang!
The squad leader swung the hammer and smashed the head of a murloc that was biting him into pieces. Blood stained his plate armor. His body did not shake at all. He backhand pulled a murloc that had jumped into the face of his companion. Next——The fishman tore off his companion’s visor, along with his life.
Immediately, new priests filled the vacancy, chanting holy light spells, holding maces, and fighting bloody battles with the tide of murlocs.
At this moment, the priests of Demon Hunting Hammer transformed into tenacious soldiers.
This scene fell into the eyes of Yeats, who turned into a shadow crow and passed through the storm, and his pupils flickered slightly.
Perhaps, these priests of the Holy See did not do anything wrong, they just stood on their side and fought for their beliefs.
However, Famula and Uriel, the angel of judgment behind her, have threatened my life——
Yeats showed his determination.
Fight, not for high-sounding justice, but for survival!
The combatants of the Demon Hunt Hammer are each elite troops worth one thousand, but there are too many murlocs, and the environment is too harsh, the battlefield is conducive to the performance of the murlocs, and the demon hunter The Hammers were forced to shrink their front and gradually retreat towards Plymouth.
One after another, fishmen broke through the gap and pounced in the direction of Plymouth. Suddenly, purple lights flashed in the town, and those fish that slipped through the net were burned to ashes by the shadows in the blink of an eye.
There are many members of the Dark Night Sect hiding in Plymouth. The reason why Margotha ordered the believers to protect the town was not to protect the lives of civilians, but to prevent the murlocs from killing the sacrifices prepared for the goddess of the night. .
However, out of hatred for the members of the Holy See, it was inevitable that members of the Dark Night Sect would release shadow arrows at the priests of the Holy See, and provoked tracer bullets from the priests to fight back.
The battle quickly evolved into a big melee between the fishmen, the Holy See, and the Dark Night.
“This is what I want to see!”
Diamond shouted excitedly:
“Play harder!”
Yeats Somewhat helpless, he complained:
"You really have the potential to be a great villain, Zuo Ya!"
"Hey, thank you for the compliment!" Zuo Ya said cheerfully.
At this time, Yeats felt that there was a mist of divinity surrounding him.
This melee started because of Daisy's trial ceremony. Therefore, Daisy was obviously watching everything secretly.
Thanks to blending into the shadow and the cover of the mist, Yeats was not discovered by the six-ring strong men on the battlefield, and kept moving closer to Helena.
"Daisy probably enjoyed watching it too."
Yeats was in a complicated mood.
“If the Trickster can be successfully promoted...then we should consider promotion to the sixth ring!”
Only promotion to the sixth ring.
In this melee between the High Priest of the Night, the Holy See Judge, the imperial sea beast ‘Kraken’s Claw’, and the Murloc King who has not yet appeared, only then can we have enough say!
The power of the storm was still increasing. Yeats quickly passed through the battlefield and looked down. He saw the tragic battle situation:
The corpses of fishmen piled up into mountains, the waves dyed dark red, and the human defense line It became riddled with holes, and there was even a fish-man eating a familiar corpse - Yeats remembered him, the Harvey who tried to save Helena, but was killed by Famura on charges of betrayal.
Yeats flew high in the sky and shot the fishman who desecrated Harvey's body with an arrow. The object control technique lifted Harvey's body and put it into the space bag. Yeats thought that at least he could be buried in peace.
Soon.
Yeats noticed the thin girl huddled beside the rock, shivering, and her face was livid with fear.
Whenever a fish-man approaches her, waves will immediately hit her and turn into ruthless killers, swallowing up the fish-men.
This is the scene caused by Helena's Poseidon bloodline, which can make the water element in the sea become her guardian.
But even if she is a divine blood person, there will always be a moment when her willpower collapses. At this moment, Helena has reached the edge of despair, and one step back will lead to the abyss.
A murloc was biting towards Helena. With quick eyes and quick hands, Yeats swung the shadow blade, and the sharp edge of the shadow cut the murloc into two pieces.
"You, you are..."
Helena's voice trembled, and she looked at the figure falling from the sky, with timidity, panic and vigilance in her eyes.
But soon, the figure in front of her coincided with the figure standing on the cliff just now. Helena seemed to have witnessed a miracle, surprised and unbelievable, and said softly:
"He is here to save me. Well..."
Yeats nodded slightly.
In an instant.
Tears welled up in Helena's eyes.
The joy of someone lending a helping hand, the glimmer of hope in a desperate situation... The young man in front of me seems to be shrouded in divinity like dawn!
Maybe he had bad intentions, and maybe he was no different from the people of the Holy See, but at least Helena instinctively chose to believe him, because he broke the shackles on her body and gave her hope of life. .
The next moment, Pastor Harvey’s figure once again appeared in front of Helena’s eyes.
The thin girl took a deep breath, wiped the tears on her face, and choked:
"But I... don't want to implicate you..."
"Let's go, let me stay here..."
"Let, let me atone..."
At this time, Helena felt a warm palm covering the top of her head.
She raised her eyes and saw that the heavy rain had wet his hair, covering Yeats' forehead, and his pupils were deep.
"No one is guilty until he is found guilty through legal procedures."
Yeats smiled: "This is what my companion told me. She has amazing wisdom, and I choose to believe her. "
Helena looked at the palm he handed over, her eyes flickering slightly, with confusion, confusion and hope.
"And you can choose whether to believe me or not."
Yeats said: "The prerequisite for miracles to happen...is to believe."
In an instant, a flame of hope ignited in Helena's eyes.
She gently handed her hand to Yeats's outstretched palm.
The moment when the two hands are about to overlap.
A fierce murderous intention suddenly surged from under the sea!
Boom!
A huge whirlpool formed in the water, and was immediately torn apart by a powerful force. A black shadow suddenly broke through the sea water and soared into the air.
The ugly fish man with a huge body, his scales shimmering dark green, his face ferocious, holding a huge trident in his hand, exuding coercion from the deep sea, already in the six-ring category!
Wow!
The Fishman King raised his trident, pointed at Yeats, and hoarsely uttered human words.
“Give her... to me!”
Standing in front of the majestic fish-man king.
Yeats dispelled the shadow blade in his hand, drew out the Silver Sword, and said calmly:
"You are really not afraid of death!"
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