"BOOM------ !"
When the dull explosion echoed through the entire hall, a fierce fire wave and shockwave immediately swept around like a storm, blasting away the display cases, each one holding precious exhibits, together with their glass, smashing them into the walls one after another, producing crisp shattering sounds.
This destructive force was no less than that of a powerful bomb, and naturally, it came from the Roman Catholic Church.
At the entrance of the hall, Olet appeared at some unknown moment, leading a group of Daoist exorcists.
Olet stood in the center, while the Daoist exorcists completely surrounded him, as though protecting him.
The number of Daoist exorcists was around thirty.
If there were a mage proficient in techniques/spells present, they would immediately see that these Daoist exorcists were not merely guarding Olet. Their arrangement was like a precise formation, forming a pattern.
In this way, the waves of Magic Power surging from each Daoist's body not only interwove in perfect harmony but even circulated among them, ultimately gathering into Olet's body, making the entire group operate in a flawless Magic Power cycle.
It was clear that the people of the Roman Catholic Church were combining their strength to perform a large-scale spell.
And the core of this large-scale spell was Olet.
Unfortunately, at this moment, Olet's expression was ugly.
There were two reasons.
The first: Olet had originally been full of confidence, planning to slaughter the intruder with ease. But not only did he fail, all the spells covering the entire exhibition hall, turning the place into an astonishing fortress, had been broken through effortlessly, allowing the enemy to infiltrate.
Even though this hall was not the actual territory of the Roman Catholic Church due to the exhibition, and thus the spells they could set here were limited, not reaching the highest level of defense, even so, this was still not a place that a mere lone mage should have been able to break into.
This defense was at the scale of "an army of over a thousand hostile mages would still be unable to breach it."
That was why Olet had been so sure of his ability to torment and kill the intruder.
Yet in the end, all defensive spells, whether intercepting, guarding, obstructing, or barrier-type, had been shattered.
Such a thing caused Olet to completely lose his composure and confidence.
The second reason was the scene before his eyes.
"So you've finally come out?"
Even after being struck by magic powerful enough to trigger a terrifying explosion, the black-clad, mask-wearing figure stood unscathed in the midst of the fire wave. Star-like radiance shimmered around his body, ignoring the scorching flames completely. He lifted his gaze, staring forward.
"------!"
In that instant, Olet and every member of the Roman Catholic Church felt their hearts seized by an invisible hand, as a deadly chill surged through them.
Those Mystic Eyes, glittering with an ice-blue rainbow glow, locked onto them.
Olet's expression changed instantly.
"Magic of the mind/energy system, using the 'Eye' as a medium?!"
It seemed Olet mistook the deathly terror brought by the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception as some sort of mental/energetic attack spell.
Thus, Olet gave an order without the slightest hesitation:
"Quick! Construct the spell formation!"
Hearing this, the Daoist exorcists surrounding him simultaneously raised the crosses they held before their chests and began chanting incantations.
"Wong----!"
The air trembled as dense waves of Magic Power appeared around each Daoist's body.
The next second, a faint, dazzling light spread to cover all of them. That dazzling light, combined with the exorcists' formation, just happened to manifest in the appearance of a sturdy cross-shaped shield.
At the same time, Olet too began chanting without hesitation.
--"Cavalry."
That was the name of the spell Olet and his Daoist followers were activating.
Christianity, once the faith that ruled all of Europe, had deeply taken root in this continent. Even now, its influence remained immense.
In that era, people even believed that Christianity was like a cavalry, setting foot on every piece of soil in Europe.
This spell was derived from such a rumor.
It required a bishop and thirty Daoist exorcists working together to activate.
Once unleashed, the Magic Power of all participants would circulate among them, not only allowing them to borrow strength from each other, but also solidifying it, forming the cavalry's "Spear" and "Shield."
The "Spear" was that flash of light just now, its destructive power was astonishing, enough to pierce through castle walls.
The "Shield" was the protective spell that enveloped every member, strong enough to block dozens of missiles without taking any damage, and even dispel various abnormal statuses.
It was precisely because they possessed this spell that Olet and his subordinates had been entrusted with the vital task of guarding the original Magic Path scriptures, carrying out missionary work in a foreign exhibition hall.
On top of that, Olet, as a bishop of the Roman Catholic Church, was proficient in various defensive, obstructive, intercepting, and offensive spells. Combined with his Daoist followers, he could construct a magical fortress in a short time. Until now, no hostile force had ever managed to seize the original Magic Path scriptures from them.
In the past, even without relying on the fortress-level defense system, just the spell "Cavalry" alone had allowed Olet to utterly crush his enemies. He had even achieved the great feat of annihilating an entire Magic Method Bond Society.
Even someone like Fang Li, if he had faced such a powerful spell head-on, would likely have been forced into a bitter struggle., If not for the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.
"Qiang------ !"
A flash of blade light.
"Bang------ !"
The glittering radiance of Olet and his Daoist exorcists' Magic shattered like glass.
"Wha…?!"
Olet and every member of the Roman Catholic Church turned pale in shock.
"Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua------"
The next moment, several slashes of blade light swept through the Daoist exorcists before they could even react.
"Puchi-- Puchi-- Puchi--!"
With the sound of flesh being cut, those Daoist exorcists forming the Shield were struck by impossibly swift slashes, as though invisible sickles had carved through them. Scarlet blood blossomed in midair.
They didn't even have time to scream.
They didn't even have time for their pupils to dilate. The Daoist exorcists, all of them, perished instantly, without a trace of pain.
Blood scattered. Bodies fell to the floor one after another.
In the end, only Olet remained, dumbfounded, standing still, No.
More accurately, he was pinned against a pillar, lifted by the throat, choking in agony.
"Gu…ghhh…!"
Olet could only claw desperately at the powerful hand squeezing his neck, his eyes bulging, his face twisted in pain and fury as he stared at the intruder before him.
That intruder, his expression hidden in darkness, had only a pair of icy-blue Mystic Eyes glimmering coldly in the shadows.
"You…who are you…?!"
That was Olet's final question.
The answer he received was only this:
"The one who kills you." The blade swept across Olet's throat.
Blood sprayed onto the floor. Thus, the famous Olet Unit of the Roman Catholic Church was slain. Annihilated to the last man.
(End Of This Chapter)
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