The statue's circular base is 5 Sami in diameter, and the base is surrounded by 12 Balani angels holding bouquets of flowers, kneeling towards the statue.
The statue's material can be seen as a nosebleed to the unknown dragon. 5 Sami diameter base is a block of obsidian, the statue is carnelian as the main material, hair is a line of spinel, eyes are freshwater pearls, cloak is lapis lazuli, embellished with secret silver and opal, the whole a solidified vault of the kingdom. But Lysatos know that the statue by the gods to shape, Nieron willing to use platinum as the material is the same, anyway, is the appearance of goods.
The statue is a male and a female two elves, the male is naturally Nieron, his face cold, serious gaze, wearing a meticulous ceremonial dress, palms pressed on the cane. The female facing Nieron, a long, smooth golden hair, tall but bent back, dressed nobly but look pleading. If one interprets the low posture of the female elf and the pleading on her face as a gesture of affection, one can see Nieron's polite refusal and detachment, courteous but condescending.
"Humans on the surface of Ferrum always do something like that, retaliate by painting or writing the object of their unrequited courtship, they call that ... masturbation."
Iraduni's pint of the head is never the wrong angle, but this time Lysatos felt that he was reliable. The brain belonging to the mage was digesting what it had seen along the way, the crystal palace in the middle of the golden lake, the soul-stealing Love Stabbing Heavenly Race, the allegorical statue of the unidentified pair of eyes ... a piece of fragments pieced together with each other driven by the speed of light running thoughts, revealing the truth hidden by mists.
"He is imitating Avado."
"Ohhhh, it's time for another Torchfire Sensei lecture. What does this term stand for? Realm, deity, or allusion?"
Lysatos glanced across at Priest Asmodeus who failed in his knowledge of the realms and religion, "Among the most prominent outer realms, there is a [Spirited Wilderness], you should always know that, right?"
"Ehn, the main camp of chaotic goodness, I've heard of it."
"There are three levels in the Wilderness of Spontaneity, and the divine kingdom of the Elven divine lineage is located in the first level, named the Kingdom of Avado. The Father of Creation, the main Elven God, Corellon Larethian, is the absolute master of this divine lineage, and He rules over two powerful gods, eight medium gods, one weak god, and one weak god. And these elven gods are scattered with Avado."
He pointed to the female elf with a pleading face and said, "The one beside the Lord of Rituals is the goddess of love of the elves, the golden-hearted lady Hainali, who resides in the crystal palace in the center of the Lake of Scintillation."
"I see." Iladuni said: "He muses about the entire elven kingdom, the wilderness of spontaneity inhabited by millions of native love prickly celestial race, the Lord of Rituals is like a paranoid child who dresses up his toy house, no living celestial race half dead can. According to this, the master of the Kingdom of God is bound to place himself in the honored position of the king of the toy house, where does Coriellon live in Avado?"
"String Moon Sacred Forest, a palace in the endless birch tree forest, anyway, the main tone of white, very recognizable."
Iraduni tilted his head: "Then, let's go meet the welcoming party of the owner of this place, it's not appropriate to always keep them waiting."
On the outskirts of the Crystal Palace, the Prayer Army had surrounded the place. The hierarchical priests were distinguished from each other by the pattern of their robes, the divine servants in silver skeleton armor were mostly armed with bows and arrows, and there were some paladins with long swords.
Lysatos and Iraduni stepped out of the palace and instantly felt hundreds of sharp eyed knives smashing into their faces and turning into spinning drills that dug in with deadly force.
"315 priests, 638 divine attendants and paladins, I think they can use the full list of divine magic within the divine country of the Lord of Rituals, although in the mortal world no experience to here priest level can not be higher, but after all, it is more than 300 spell casters, to turn into?" Spirit Suckers asked.
Lysatos said: "There is no need to go, sooner or later to step over the obstruction of these cannon fodder, kill out, and then attack to Nieron where!" The murderous decisiveness in his tone was on display, causing the spirit-sucking monster's tentacles to flap with excitement; it wasn't the killing to his heart's content that made him happy; spirit-sucking monsters don't advocate that. Rather, it was the Golden Dragon's disdain for life that slipped further toward the forces of evil, though the Prayer Merger was not considered normal life.
In the next instant, over a hundred offensive divine spells and arrows with holy power attached landed in the two men's place, the ground hardening and wearing down by half a meter.
Knowing that there was no hit, the divine messenger commander chanted out a hymn character, and the weapon-wielding guards spread out in neat formation, at a distance from each other to both work together and not be swept up in a pot of ranged spells. So when the chain of lightning from the underground recoiled and ran rampant, they had enough space to dodge, and the electricity crackled and burst to converge into one, rushing towards the priests. And the guards surrounding the priests with a frenzied look, not retreating a step, using their vulnerable bodies to take the attack completely. Lightning jumped from one to the other, flesh trembled violently, armor was heated to red, and no amount of tenacity could stand with the lower half of their bodies turned to charcoal.
One fifth of the guards fell without a cry of pain, replaced by holy singing again, a wave of positive energy of healing spells swept through, the guards returned to their posts. The extremely effective chain of lightning surprisingly did not even kill an elf, not even wounded.
Lysatos hit without success, but instead the ensuing arrows forced back. The Prayers saw the humanoid dragon pull away and did not go after it. One after another, the chant echoed, and all sorts of beneficial divine spells fell on the Prayers, whose arm strength can tear a tiger or leopard, light-footed like a bird, keen perception like a cunning fox, and spell resistance as strong as the Celestials.
You can block magic, but you can't block the omnipresent mind.
"Nieron is a son of a bitch born of shit!"
An obscene shout rang through the group of priests, hard enough to make the priests guiding the collective divine spells turn around in consternation. The voice was that of a mid-level priest whose eyes burst with surprise, unable to believe that such a blasphemous slur had been uttered by himself, and he argued loudly and fearfully: "Nieron always keeps his mouth shut because he's afraid that if he opens it, shit will spew out!"
There was an uproar. Before the next, even more sensational plea could be uttered, he was killed with a sword. The high priest, holding a short sword stained with the blood of his countrymen, said angrily, "Nieron's carries a cane because it's the right thickness for masturbation!"
The prayers turned from amazement to anger, so vile and nasty was the evil art that the most loyal servant of the Supreme One had defiled the honor of the Lord. The high priest let out a roar of pain, reversed the hilt of his sword and reached into his mouth to strangle his tongue, unable to bear the blasphemous obscenities coming out of his own mouth.
At that moment, a cold and slimy thought like a snake emerged: thrust the sword down, let Nieron see his loyalty and fearlessness, this way to wash away the shame.
The short sword entered the throat inch by inch, the high priest was so hard, so determined, until the tip of the sword protruded from the gap between the fifth and sixth vertebrae of the spine, and he fell down.
Psychic psychic ability [manipulation of voice] [death impulse].
The Great Spiritual Warlock demonstrates his complete dominance over the low and mid-ranking priests, who know where he is, yet he is everywhere. He distorts the senses of the elves so that everyone in sight has a golden dragon head, vicious curses echo in the ears, and the neck is always cold with the feeling that someone is aiming a sword at them.
Not without prayers and warned themselves that they are all illusions, but to dispel the illusion to no avail, and when other elves roar heresy to death to cut over, will have to fight back. The majestic army was turned into a burlesque in a third-rate theater, with actors attacking what they thought were enemy targets indiscriminately, with divine spells and arrows fired in all directions.
And for those extraordinarily devout fanatics, Iraduni also just a little more time, their intention is strong but rough, just need to pinch the tumbling emotions, and then the mind tentacles at the right time to push, they found the hand to the wounded healing positive energy actually somehow turned into a life-threatening negative energy.
Invisible and high in the sky, Lysatos regained the body of a giant dragon, four eyes watching the farce below. The Kingdom of God is a big bonus for the prayers, they can use divine magic faster and more often, without having to turn into ugly derivative bodies. But for two legendary spellcasters, this amount is far from enough to cause a qualitative change.
Several large protective evil spells unfolded to mentally counteract the spirit-sucking monsters. Lysatos did it at the same time, swooping down from one end of the battlefield at high speed, the golden dragon head constantly using low-level instantaneous spells to kill high ranking priests trying to maintain order, while the amethyst dragon head used the unique gem spew of the amethyst dragon, a conical 10-same-long flood of amethyst shards washing over the battlefield, sharp shards plunging into the body and then violently exploding.
As Lysatos flew to the other end of the battlefield, only a third of the wounded on a death track behind him regained their feet. Lysatos flew through a large circle, circled back and charged again.
Ten minutes later, Lysatos crushed the last living elf with his front paws, he was the divine messenger commander.
"A little familiar ah ... Oh yes, I recognize you, the one-way ticket to the Kingdom of God was sent to you, and asked for the name at the time, your name is ... Mr. Stutter?"
The chief priest could not imagine himself falling between the claws of the demon once again, he roared with grief and anger detonated the divine power in his body, staining the golden scales of Lysatos with blood.
"Really, I was going to remember the name properly this time." Lysatos shook off the broken flesh on his claws.
Iraduni said softly, "You know, the way you gently played him to death was particularly charming, I was intoxicated."
"Fuck off. Depart to get rid of this god directly, I'm already impatient."