Chapter 686: 226: Demon God Forbidden Skill·God-Controlling Court_4
Chapter 686: 226: Demon God Forbidden Skill·God-Controlling Court_4
Chapter 686: Chapter 226: Demon God Forbidden Skill·God-Controlling Court_4
It was like a massive arena of beasts, imprisoning all kinds of terrifying monsters.
Leonard Churchill’s heart jolted as he saw this, “What kind of spell is this?”
He was certain that this was yet another secret skill that he had never come across in any of the classic books he had read to date.
Barre Shepherd, who stood beside him, pondered for a moment before he seemed to realize something and said with slight surprise, “Could this be... the ‘God-Controlling Court’, that exclusive Demon God Forbidden Skill of the Spirit Communicator?”
This was the first time Leonard Churchill had heard of this Demon God Forbidden Skill.
After observing for a while, Barre Shepherd affirmed, “It’s that lost forbidden technique! That arena is the legendary ‘God-Controlling Court’ which is said to be able to suppress everything!”
Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill’s expression grew even stranger.
He had previously thought that this rascal must be “Auntie Garcia”.
But hearing this sequence... he couldn’t help but feel it was like, a certain Roundhead young lady he hadn’t seen in a long time?
...
Before Leonard Churchill could reflect further, the Orlan Remnants below had also discovered her.
But it was already too late.
The Nine-pointed Star Spirit Array in the sky had already lit up, and then the building illusion that resembled the arena began emanating an inexplicable suction force, which was actually pulling the entire ten-thousand-strong Death Knight legion into the air.
No matter who had come, Leonard Churchill immediately understood that this “rascal” intended to take advantage of the chaos to rob; she was stealing away the Death Knight that the New King of Orlan had managed to summon from the Underworld with great difficulty!
The silver-haired young man also noticed this and shouted furiously, “Quick, stop her!”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than several cloaked figures charged over.
But the rascal was neither flurried nor lax, having already prepared her response; with a slap to the gigantic scroll she suddenly drew out, she shouted, “Moon Cross Knights, heed my command... Form battle array, legion spell ‘Thousand Shields Strike’!”
Seeing the familiar giant scroll, Leonard Churchill instantly confirmed, “Tracy Garcia?!”
He had never imagined that after their last farewell, they would meet again in such a manner.
Suddenly, a miraculous scene unfolded.
The cloaked figures had just entered the ranks of the Death Knight legion when suddenly they watched as thousands of Death Knights around them miraculously came to life.
“Clang!”
“Clang!”
“Clang!”
“...”
Countless shields were lifted in unison, the sound resonating in an instant.
Before the cloaked figures could react, golden glows appeared on the numerous shields, turning in an instant into golden curse shields resembling rounds of miniature suns.
The number of death knights was dwindling.
....
As an observer, Leonard Churchill immediately noticed that Tracy Garcia’s commands had higher priority as she managed to snatch more knights.
The two sides were stealing death knights in roughly a 6.5 to 3.5 ratio.
A few cloaked figures tried desperately to stop them, but Tracy Garcia resurrected several times after being killed.
And this Roundhead Miss had no intention of tangling with these people. Seeing that the mine’s death knights were nearly gone, she decisively turned around and rushed straight into the spirit communication array herself.
The moment she entered, the nine-pointed star in the sky went out instantaneously.
The once turbulent space immediately calmed down.
A few cloak figures looked at each other bewilderedly.
And there was the New King of Orlan, his face red with rage, roaring up at the sky, “Damn it all!”
Listening to that hysterical roar, Leonard Churchill felt oddly pleased.
He understood the feeling.
After all, it was his invincible army that he had summoned from the gate of the underworld at great expense, and now someone had hijacked it.
And the thief got away without a scratch.
Even the best of temperaments would be shattered.
Leonard Churchill had counted earlier, Tracy Garcia had stolen at least sixty percent of the death knights.
With that, the New King of Orlan’s hope of using this “Undead Moon Cross Legion” to reclaim his country had suffered a huge setback before it even started.
As spectators, both Leonard Churchill and Old Shepherd relaxed their furrowed brows, feeling that the outcome was cause for universal joy.
Before, they had thought that by failing to stop the New King of Orlan, they had unleashed an uncontrollable beast.
Now it seemed there were still those who could restrain it.
....
After all, she had already escaped.
There was no further dissent for staying behind.
It wasn’t long before the New King of Orlan, too, wearily left the mine with a few cloaked figures.
Once the people were gone, peace returned to the seventh layer of the mine once again.
Barre Shepherd looked at the mess in the mine and pursed his lips, “Your friend is quite special.”
Leonard Churchill merely shrugged, responding, “I don’t know what’s going on either. It’s been a long time since we last met.”
Indeed, he had no idea.
He had not expected that upon reuniting, the Spirit Communicator Miss who once needed his protection had grown so strong.
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