Chapter 477 Vision

When chanting these spells, the speaker did not use the common language, but an extremely ancient and strange language.

The voice was light and psychedelic, like feathers gently falling on the soft snow, and like a whisper echoing from the deepest part of a dream.

When the listener couldn't help but want to further explore its content, it disappeared like a snowflake falling into the palm of his hand.

This strange feeling did not come from the content of the spell he chanted, but seemed to be related to his tone, or in other words, the organ used for sound in his body.

When the speaker began to chant the prayer, the star figure beside him disappeared directly, and through a special secret method, he instantly left here.

As the prayer continued, an indescribable breath gradually spread in the night sky centered on the ritual array.

The stars in the night sky suddenly became clearer and brighter, and were stained with a hint of obscure dark yellow.

The strange music sounded from the dark deep space. It seemed very beautiful at first, but if you listen to it for a long time, it would make the listener fall into eternal sleep unconsciously.

The many ninth-levels in the magic circle have gradually become silent from the previous fierce struggle, and their wills have sunk into the endless dark dream.

Also sinking are not only the many unlucky ninth-levels, but also the consciousness of the millions of network connectors in the part of the constructed network controlled by the speaker.

In the network, the wills of countless people have unconsciously fallen into a deeper dream. Everything in the originally illusory network world has begun to become weird and absurd, but they are immersed in the dream and have no idea.

In the web of fate, the fate lines of half of the network connectors sacrificed by the speaker are all stained with ominous dark yellow, which is in sharp contrast with the ice blue area controlled by Avis.

And as time goes by, more ice blue areas begin to be gradually stained with dark yellow.

At this moment, the abnormality in the sky has finally been noticed by many ninth-levels below.

"Something is wrong, what is that!"

Looking at the strange phenomenon in the night sky, a ninth-level person spoke with some doubt and vigilance.

"...That is a foreign object! He is calling for a foreign object that does not belong to this world!"

When he heard the slightly hollow and strange music coming from the deep night sky, [Crown of Thorns] Mark shuddered from head to toe.

When he sensed the familiar ancient and cold breath, a trace of disbelief flashed in Mark's eyes. Then, this emotion instantly turned into a mixture of anger and fear.

"How dare he?!"

Mark was naturally very familiar with the breath of foreign objects recorded in the doctrine. Moreover, as one of the seven bishops of the Holy Light Church, he knew more secrets.

In this world, there are many extremely ancient and powerful terrifying beings. They existed long before human civilization and even this world appeared, and they will continue to exist.

The Lord of Dreams, Maelim, is one of them. He is considered to be an alien god who rules the dream world and controls the authority of dreams. The main body was sleeping in the dark fog deep in the deep space, continuing the absurd dream that never stopped.

A very small number of alien god cults worshiped it as an idol, and he once led a team to destroy the evil summoning ceremony performed by the cult.

They did obtain some strange power, which could make the consciousness of professionals fall into trance and sleep. But under his divine words, even their high priests were still vulnerable.

But today, Mark suddenly realized that the cult summoning ceremony he had destroyed before seemed so amateurish and ridiculous compared to this one tonight.

Double-digit ninth-level, millions of federal creatures!

Such a hand made him feel frightened.

As the strange phenomenon in the sky continued, many ninth-level on the ground began to realize that the situation was not good and were ready to flee the battlefield.

But when they realized it, it was too late.

Soon, the consciousness of many ninth-levels also began to blur and fell into a deep sleep. Only a few ninth-level extremes took advantage of the fact that this phenomenon had just appeared and the impact was not too strong to use life-saving secrets to escape.

Except for Archbishop [Crown of Thorns] Mark.

"The ancient foreign objects brought chaotic darkness, and that darkness devoured the people."

"People called on God in despair, so God came with supreme glory and drove away the darkness and foreign objects--"

After experiencing the initial fear, the look in Mark's eyes turned resolute.

Silently reciting the first section of the first chapter of the Holy Scripture, the bishop pressed the circular holy emblem of light on his chest with his right hand, and took out a piece of holy crystal with his left hand and held it in his palm, struggling to resist the invasion of the dormant power.

At the same time, as he recited, light emerged from nothingness and shone on his body, making his figure seem somewhat out of place with the surrounding strangeness.

"God said, when light comes, darkness must not remain in the world!"

When he recited the divine text, he suddenly crushed the holy crystal in his hand. At the same time, a holy white light flowed out from the hole in the center of the holy emblem on his chest.

It was the favor of God, and it was a favor of God that belonged exclusively to the seven bishops. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as the presence of God.

Under the flow of this light, the bishop's body was gradually infected and turned into a human figure composed of pure light.

And from the broken holy crystal, there was a holy power that was enough to form a limit-breaking attack, which completely surrounded the bishop and raised his power to a new height in a very short time.

After doing all this, the bishop resolutely rushed towards the huge sun in the sky, wanting to interrupt it at the last moment of the ceremony.

"What a pathetic existence it is to be bound by pious and illusory beliefs."

In the huge defensive array, the speaker who presided over the ceremony looked at the light figure rushing down from below indifferently, without caring at all.

In the eyes of the speaker, the light rushed into the range of the defensive array, gradually approaching him, but its power was constantly weakening.

Finally, when the external network defense force was consumed by him for most of the time, the bishop's figure dimmed, and he powerlessly restored his original flesh and blood body.

After unwillingly looking at the speaker at the last bit of distance, his body fell down and also fell into a deep sleep.

Of course, his self-sacrifice was not completely useless.

Due to the influence of Maelim's power, many network connectors who fell into deep sleep could no longer provide power for the defense array.

The power of the array consumed by the bishop was not restored.

However, the speaker did not care about this.

Although the power of the defense array was almost exhausted, at this time, no one could threaten the operation of the ceremony.

"Huh?"

But at this time, he suddenly noticed something wrong.

When the bishop's body finally fell, another black-robed figure who was still awake finally appeared among the many ninth-level people.

Controlling the clone to slowly float up, Avis's figure seemed extremely abrupt in the center of the many motionless ninth-level people.

When the strange melody from the night sky sounded before, the old secret book hanging on the waist of Avis's body in the distance suddenly floated up by itself, the pages were turned, and the words on the surface emitted a strong faint light.

Whether it was the part of the network controlled by Avis, or the clone in the distant battlefield, all the extensions of Avis's power were shrouded in a faint dark green at this moment.

With the help of the spontaneous power of the Old Secret Book, Avis's will was exempted from the interference of Maelim's breath and did not fall into sleep.

However, this time, facing Maelim's dream power, the Old Secret Book showed its effort for the first time.

The dark green light on the heavy cover flickered, trying hard to suppress the dark yellow stain, but it could only maintain a state of equal strength.

"... Is it you?"

Sensing the power of the Old Secret Book on Avis, the Speaker was finally moved.

"It's a small world, isn't it, dear Lord Far."

Slowly taking off the mask, Avis smiled and bowed.