Chapter 331

Murphy was stunned for a moment. "How so?"

"Ancestor, the City Builder—Lady Miriam, in legend, her power is like a god, her magic power might reach the requirement for magic counter-balance."

"But... it's been so many years, the magic power on the bones should have dissipated long ago..." Murphy said.

"No, it's not the bones," Maxim shook his head. "You were designated as the Protector Shaman by the Empress, and you have the right to know this. Ancestor Miriam might not have died, she is just sleeping."

Murphy was stunned. "What did you say?"

"Legend has it that Ancestor Miriam is still alive," Maxim said. "She is a prophet. According to records, in more than a thousand years, she will occasionally wake up and give us guidance."

Ancestor Mausoleum.

This is a huge building built inside the mountain, and its entrance is a forest, which is the Sacred Forest.

At this moment in the Sacred Forest, several wizard teams are fighting with invaders.

And they soon discovered the special nature of the enemy.

"Captain, these knights can resist magic!" an Arkaim combat wizard reported in shock. "Our spells have no effect on them!"

"Their armor is dragon skin!" another person said. "Use indirect attacks with elemental spells, earth spikes, wind blades, or fire. Their armor cannot block formed elements!"

"Or, you can use this." Suddenly, a man's figure appeared above the wizards, holding a strange black iron creation in his hand.

The next instant, accompanied by a deafening roar, the terrifying creation spat out tongues of fire, and in front of its aim, dense bullets fell like a rain of bullets, but every raindrop could bring out a spray of blood.

The dragon-skin armor on the pitch-black knights was pierced by the torrent of steel, and their limbs were torn off by the huge impact. Each knight was hit by at least a dozen bullets, almost beating them into a pile of rotten meat.

Less than half a minute later, there were no targets left standing in this area.

The man landed, waved his hand, and piled several strange-looking guns on the ground. "Change to this, this is easy to use."

After speaking, Murphy left two Aurors to assist the Arkaim combat wizards in clearing the enemies, and he himself followed Grand Shaman Maxim into the gate of the mausoleum.

"Down here, you will pass through a maze and several traps. There is the strongest spatial blockade here, and you can only walk forward," Maxim said. "The ancestor coffin is at the very bottom."

Just as Murphy was advancing into the depths of the mausoleum.

Deep underground, in front of a huge stone gate, Lady Yaga was confronting several black-robed men.

Three black-robed corpses were already lying on the ground, and one of Lady Yaga's arms was hanging, bleeding.

"What do you want?" Lady Yaga coughed twice and asked weakly. "Arkaim hasn't been invaded for hundreds of years, and we have no enemies. Who exactly are you?"

Opposite her, standing at the head was the black-robed priest wearing a crown of thorns that Murphy had seen from afar.

In his hand, he held a strange wand that looked like a cross.

"I am the echo, the duty, the punishment, the keeper," the priest said. Although he was a male, his voice was gentle and kind, extremely strange. "My mission must be completed. Don't resist anymore. You are not my opponent."

"Hehe, what big words," Lady Yaga laughed mockingly. "You have already lost. I can feel it. The Wall of Saint Peter has been redeployed, and you have been trapped in the city. You can't escape."

"I am everywhere," the priest said. "All who worship me are my shells. If one is lost, there are more. But your life only has one chance. Move aside, and I can let you live."

"You are far from as strong as you say," Lady Yaga said. "Otherwise, you wouldn't need to waste so many words. The people here should already be all the power you can bring to the table. As long as these people are killed, you won't be able to send new subordinates in, so you don't want to lose them."

The priest was silent, as if he had been hit in the sore spot by the other party.

But he also had words that could shake the other party. "Your duty is to guard the Emperor, but Sophia Petrovna has been killed. One of my followers personally delivered a dagger into her heart."

"You said... what?" Lady Yaga's body trembled.

Just at this moment, the black-robed priest raised the cross wand in his hand, and the priests behind him also raised their wands at the same time. Several black auras gathered in one place, suddenly turning into a hook-like chain, like a poisonous snake biting people, stabbing at Lady Yaga.

Lady Yaga was startled, and four or five stone walls suddenly rose in front of her, trying to block the chain. But the intensity of the other party's spell was extremely high, and it pierced through the stone walls in an instant. Just as it was about to hit Lady Yaga, a green flash suddenly lit up from the side. "Avada Kedavra!"

For this group of priests, Murphy's killing intent had boiled to the extreme, so he naturally didn't hold back.

But just as the killing curse was about to hit the priest wearing the crown of thorns, one of the people beside him suddenly moved a step to the side and blocked the curse with his body.

"Bang!" He was blown away by the power of the curse, and the thorn priest was forced to withdraw his attack on Lady Yaga.

"Murphy Darkholm." The thorn priest looked at the newcomer.

But Murphy was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He suddenly turned into a demon form and attacked the other party like lightning, his claws wrapped in electric light.

"Bang!" The black-robed priest supported a translucent shield and blocked Murphy's attack, but was still knocked back half a step by Murphy's huge force.

Murphy stretched out his other hand, curled his fingers into claws, and suddenly lifted them upward. Seven spikes shot out from the petrified ground.

The priest held the cross wand in his chest and pushed it outward. The spherical defensive shield blocked all attacks.

"Abnormal!" The black-robed priest stared at him. "You will be judged!"

"Heh, judgment!" Murphy's black wings behind him spread out, and several feathers at the tips overlapped, contracted, and deformed, forming several tips that looked like wands. "Judgment your mother!"

The next instant, more than a dozen killing curses were stimulated and hit the defensive shield. The killing curse, which would not be defended by spells like the Armor Charm, could not break through this layer of shield.

But Murphy immediately changed to several blasting curses, turning into a turret, and launched a bombardment on the black-robed priest.

However, even though the power of the spell hit the priest back again and again, it could never break the thin film outside his body.

"You can't break my protection," the black-robed priest said expressionlessly. "Just like you can't lift my spell."

"Oh? Is that so?" Murphy suddenly beckoned, and an anti-tank heavy sniper rifle fell into his hand.

Immediately after, countless runes lit up on the three-meter-long pitch-black gun body.

He took out a huge bullet with a diameter of thirty millimeters that looked like a cannonball and pressed it into the chamber.

"Tell me, will God bleed?"

The whole body is made of magic metal, and every inch is piled up with "projection spell" enchantments. The bullet is also a special titanium-tungsten alloy magic metal, with countless "toughness" spells attached.

This is Murphy's ultimate stacking work driven by fear of insufficient firepower.

Because the cost is too high, even Murphy only has this one, and it is an experimental product that can only be fired three times before it is scrapped, but this is the kinetic energy weapon with the strongest penetrating power ever made by humans.

When dealing with Dumbledore, with Grindelwald's danger prediction, unless Murphy can change this sniper rifle into a high-speed continuous-fire Gatling, it is difficult to achieve a one-hit kill, so he didn't take it out.

But when dealing with targets that only need to be attacked, this heavy sniper rifle is his strongest means besides the Avada Star-Destroying Cannon.

The Holy Mother's magic power level is higher than his own, so its shield is difficult to break through spells, but what about physical attacks?

Murphy pulled the bolt. "Tell me, will God bleed?"

(End of chapter)