Illimitable Until Death

“Boo-hoo! ”

When the dull explosion shook throughout the lobby, the strong waves and shocks immediately swept around like a storm, blowing the counter with the precious exhibit along with the glass, successively smashing it against the wall, stirring a brisk sound.

This is no less powerful than a powerful bomb attack, naturally coming from the Roman Orthodox Church.

Only, Olette took a bunch of monks and wondered when they would show up at the entrance to the lobby.

Olette stood among the monks.

The monks, on the other hand, surrounded their regiment just as they protected Olette.

The number of monks is around thirty.

If there are magicians here who are skilled in technique, it can be seen that these monks are not merely protecting Olette, but that the ranking of each other, like a delicate matrix, constitutes a pattern.

In this context, the magical fluctuations that emerge on a monk not only converge so harmoniously, but even circulate with each other, that they eventually gather together on Olette, allowing the entire team to present a perfect cycle of magic.

Obviously, Roman Orthodox people are working together to use a massive technique.

And the center of this massive surgery is Olette.

Unfortunately, Olette's face is a bit ugly at the moment.

There are two reasons.

One is that Olette had no idea that her confident intention to slaughter the intruder had not only failed to achieve her purpose, but had arranged the entire exhibition hall and turned it into a stunning fortress. All the techniques had been broken through so easily and the enemy had invaded it.

Even if, because of the exhibition, this is not an Orthodox Roman territory, it has limited technique and is unable to achieve the highest level of protection, but even so, it is not a magician in the district who can take it down.

The protection here, that's the scale of "no magician's army of more than a thousand hostile forces can break".

That's why Olette was so confident he could slaughter the intruder.

The result, however, is that all surgical protections are easily breached.

Whether confrontational, defensive, obstructionist or junctional, all are broken.

This kind of thing makes Olette lose her sense of calm and confidence.

Another reason is the scene in front of you.

“Finally out? ”

Even when struck by magic enough to cause a terrible explosion, he remained undamaged, fully dressed in black, his masked figure stood in the waves of fire, fluttering with a dazzling starlight, completely ignoring the roasting of the flames around him, lifting the curtains and watching.

“ ———— ”

At this moment, all Roman Orthodox people, including Olette, felt their hearts squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, with a deadly chill.

Under the eyes of a demon with an icy blue rainbow.

Olette's face changed immediately.

“Spiritual magic using the" eye "as the medium?! ”

It seems that Olette handled the sense of death terror brought about by the direct death eye as a kind of psychic attack magic.

So Olette did not hesitate to give the order.

“Quick! Build the formula! ”

It was said that a monk around him raised the cross worn in front of him and began to sing the spell.

“Buzz!”

The vibration of the air sounded.

Intense magical fluctuations appear on a monk.

The next second, a faint fluorescence covered everyone.

That fluorescence, combined with the formation of the monks, just formed the shape of a sturdy cross shield.

At the same time, Olette started singing without hesitation.

--" Cavalry ".

That is the name of the technique that Olette and his monks are using.

The Crucifixion was the religion that once dominated the whole of Europe, rooting its beliefs on the continent, and even today it still has great influence.

In those days, people even thought that the Crucifixion was like a cavalry, stepping on every piece of dirt in Europe.

And this is the kind of myth that spreads.

This must be initiated by a bishop and thirty monks.

Once activated, the magic of all who make up the technique will circulate to each other, not only borrowing from each other, but also solidifying, forming "spears" and "shields" of the cavalry.

"Spear" is the flash that just flashed, devastating enough to penetrate the walls.

"Shield" is a protective technique that covers everyone, enough to block dozens of missiles unharmed, and even to dispel any abnormal state.

It is precisely because of this technique that Olette and her subordinates were entrusted with the responsibility of guarding the original book of monasticism and carrying out missionary acts in exotic exhibition halls.

Plus Olette, as an Orthodox bishop of Rome, mastered all kinds of techniques of protection, obstruction, confrontation and assault, and worked with his monks to build a magical fortress in a short period of time. To date, he has never been deprived of the original Book of Magic by any hostile force.

In the past, even if Olette did not rely on the surgical system that made up the fortress, the "cavalry" technique alone was able to ravage the enemy to death and even to bring about the extermination of a magical association.

Even in the square, if faced with such a powerful technique, it is presumably going to be a bitter battle.

If there's no straight death eye.

“Choke ————! ”

The knife is shining.

“Bang --! ”

The magic gleams on Olette and the monks beneath him broke apart like glass.

“What...?! ”

All Roman Orthodox people, led by Olette, have changed their face.

“Psst! ”

In the next moment, a monk whose number of knives crossed barely had time to react.

“Pfft - Pfft - Pfft -! ”

Under the sound of the chopping, a monk who constituted a "shield" was slashed past by an astonishing cut that could not be captured at all, as if it had been slashed by an invisible sickle, and the blood was red at first.

Can't even scream in time.

You can't even open your pupils.

None of those monks had any painful burial.

Slowly falls down with the bloodshed.

Finally, Olette was left alone, standing still.

No, no, no.

More precisely, it should be said that it was strangled, his face hung in pain and pressed against a column.

“Goo... um...! ”

Olette could only hold on tightly to the strong and powerful hand that strangled her neck, her eyes protruding and her face staring at the person in front of her with pain and indifference.

Look at this invisible expression in front of you, only a pair of ice-blue demon eyes flashing intruder in the dark.

“You... are... who...! ”

This is Olette's last question.

That is the only answer.

“Kill your man. ”

The murder weapon, crossed Olette's throat.

Bring blood to the ground.

As a result, the famous Orette forces of the Roman Orthodox Church were killed.

The whole army is down.