PFC Chapter 394 The Ascetic Died?
Chapter 394 The Ascetic Died?
"What... what is this?"
The dozens of surviving clergy members were deeply shocked.
Surviving was a good thing, and it was even better that the cathedral had not been destroyed.
But the way these demons and fallen ones died was too much of an anomaly.
At least within the sanctuary, they had never seen anyone attack in a way that caused plants to grow inside the enemy's body and drain them dry.
At that moment, a group of graceful and strangely dressed girls slowly approached from not far away from the church.
The plants that had sprouted from the bodies of the demons and fallen ones actually stood up on their own and ran towards the girls, burrowing into their bodies.
The terrifying Abyss magic faintly emanating from the girls made the clergy members' scalps tingle.
"Is it them?!"
A middle-aged clergy member in armor suddenly remembered something and widened his eyes.
"Do you know the origin of these demons? Never mind, don't say it. Prepare for battle! They are more difficult to deal with than the previous batch."
A weary-looking bishop chuckled.
"Don't attack actively, wait and see. If I'm not mistaken, they shouldn't pose a threat to the cathedral." The armored clergy member shook his head.
Although the other clergy members were skeptical, they still followed the advice of the armored clergy member.
The strong members of the Temple Knights had traveled far and wide, fighting in multiple worlds, and had broad knowledge.
Perhaps they knew some secrets that others didn't understand.
Besides, their small group wouldn't make much of a difference even if they fought desperately.
As it turned out, the judgment of the armored clergy member was correct.
These "demons" resembling human girls did not attack them, but instead formed a defensive line in front of the cathedral, resisting the attacks of other demons.
The clergy members finally breathed a sigh of relief, relying on each other to recover from their injuries.
"Why would these demons help us?" the bishop asked the armored clergy member with confusion.
"Perhaps it's because their master is related to the Pope."
The thoughts of the armored clergy member seemed to go back several decades or even a hundred years.
During the glorious years when the Temple Knights first emerged and followed the current Pope to fight in various battles.
In the war to support a certain empire and resist the invasion of the Abyss, he personally witnessed an indescribable existence.
With a wave of its hand, billions of demons were annihilated.
That existence seemed to have a deep connection with their current Pope.
"If it's that person..."
"These demons definitely have no chance!"
The armored clergy member smiled contentedly.
The same scene occurred in front of every cathedral.
Thousands of plant life hearts formed an impenetrable defense around the cathedral.
Whether it was demons or fallen ones, as long as they approached the range of the cathedral, their fate was inevitably to be wiped out without any surprises.
In theory, plant life hearts were only Rank Three units.
But even Rank Seven demons could not shake the existence with all four attributes reaching several million.
In the face of such a huge attribute gap, quantity had lost its meaning.
When Chen Yu made a move, the crisis of the cathedral was immediately resolved.
The Abyss Lord, who had been lurking outside the battlefield, also noticed the situation here.
However, it did not rashly launch an attack on the cathedral. Instead, after observing the plant life hearts for a while, it boldly joined the Rank Eight battle.
Chen Yu's expression froze, and the eleven little elves around him immediately assumed an attacking posture.
The Sword Intent grass also transformed into a sword, swirling around him.
He does not trust the higher-ups in the cathedral.
In his view, anyone could be a mole, including the direct lineage of the small Saintess and the Temple Knights of the Holy Power.
He needs the demons to stir up the water and reach a balance between the two forces.
Otherwise, he could easily annihilate all the demons outside the holy city.
However, at this moment, he cannot sit idly by while all the skilled members of the cathedral are being wiped out.
The grand cathedral and the angelic statue are within reach, but he hesitates to make a move due to concerns.
Even if he faces all the demons and fallen ones alone, he cannot guarantee the absolute safety of the small Saintess and the uninterrupted ritual.
"Oh, if that's the case, then I'll just watch and see."
Just as Chen Yu was about to make a move, he saw the target of Abyss Lord's attack and stopped.
In the sky, on the Rank Eight battlefield, the ascetic Hera Tugus fought alone against four demon lords.
The surging holy power surrounds him, forming a pure white river of holy power.
His resolute figure is faintly visible in the white light.
The Abyss power originating from the demon lords continuously shatters the river of holy power, breaking through the defense and attacking Hera Tugus himself.
Hera Tugus is struggling and is starting to show signs of weakness.
Originally, there were five Rank Eight members of the cathedral, but now only four remain.
And the ten demon lords still maintain their fighting strength.
Even though Hera Tugus withstands most of the pressure, the remaining three are also under all-round suppression.
Among them, the most outstanding performance comes from the Knight Commander Dalia of the Temple Knights.
His strength seems to be comparable to Hera Tugus, fighting alone against three demon lords.
Although he is injured, it does not affect his combat ability, and he occasionally supports the other two.
Abyss Lord quietly enters the scene, and Dalia is the first to notice.
The heavy domain spreads over, and the immense power makes Dalia's hair stand on end.
When Abyss Lord's power attacks Hera Tugus, he only has time to shout, "Be careful!"
But his voice is already too late when it reaches.
In the instant the domain covers, a powerful wave of Abyss magic sweeps over like a tsunami, directly shattering Hera Tugus's holy defense.
"Boom!"
Without any chance to react, Hera Tugus, who took the full force of Abyss Lord's attack, crashes into the ground.
A cloud of dust rises.
The next moment, Hera Tugus's figure soars into the sky again.
His body is covered in spiderweb-like cracks, like a ragged puppet pieced together after being torn apart.
"You're not dead? Your vitality is quite strong."
Abyss Lord elegantly adjusts the wrinkles on his suit.
"But, your life has reached its final moment."
"For devout followers like you, I enjoy personally sending you to meet your sublime master."
"Speak up!" Abyss Lord's figure flashes and appears beside Hera Tugus.
The sharp claws shimmering with crimson light pierce Hera Tugus's chest.
"Lord Ascetic!"
The three Rank Eight members of the cathedral are furious and desperately try to shake off their opponents to go support him.
But the demon lords won't give them any chance.
The demon's arm effortlessly reaches into Hera Tugus's chest.
Then, with a gentle pull, a bloody heart is pulled out.