Chapter 506: The second shadow priest fell into a desperate situation and was forced to break out.
When Jean Tocque learned about the battle that took place in the early morning, he immediately said:
"Masters, I will stay here as a helper. Don't worry! I am also a member of the Van Helsing Mercenary Team. It will not be a problem for me to provide long-range cover for the masters..."
His words were full of confidence and enthusiasm, and he wanted to contribute his own strength to protecting the magicians.
"You? So we are colleagues. Great! We really need the help of the sharpshooter!" A middle-aged magician said with a smile. In this dangerous environment, it is very rare to have a helper who is good at long-range cover.
The magician unknowingly thought of himself as a member of the mercenary team. In fact, they were just wearing vests pretending to be mercenaries, not real mercenaries.
But in such interactions, they seemed to have already integrated into the role. Jean Tocque certainly knew the reason, and he just smiled and dealt with it.
From this incident, we can see that the captain's mercenary team has a strong sense of belonging, and even the magicians regard this identity as an honor. This sense of belonging comes not only from the reputation of the team, but also from the unity and trust within the team.
After learning about the current situation, Jean Tocque made another thoughtful gesture.
He once again sent the armed forces of the merchant corps back to instruct his family to kill the cow, and asked the knights' kitchen to work at full capacity to cook the beef with the aroma of magic potion, in preparation for rewarding the magicians to have an authentic meal here.
He wanted to use delicious food to comfort the magicians' bodies and minds and make them feel a little comfortable in this harsh environment.
As for the ingredients needed for cooking, he asked Emily to go to the academy to buy them, and told her to make sure the magicians had authentic potion-scented beef tomorrow.
Jean Toc walked with firm steps to report to the dark element detector.
As he gradually approached his destination, a strange iron tower came into view. The tower was about ten meters high and stood there like a silent giant.
There is something like an iron pot on the top of the tower, spinning rapidly. The speed of rotation is so fast that it creates a faint light and shadow.
The air around the rotating iron pot seemed to be stirred, with a sense of distorted waves. The waves were like ripples that suddenly appeared on the surface of a calm lake, spreading out in circles.
This mysterious dark element detector seems to be the crystallization of the wisdom and power of the magician group, showing their unfathomable profundity.
Looking at the ground again, an area about half the size of a threshing ground was covered with formation patterns.
The lines of these patterns are intricately crisscrossed, and every stroke seems to contain endless mysteries, making them look extremely mysterious.
Although Jean Tocques was not a magician, when he saw this scene, his yearning for magic culture became stronger.
The mysterious scene before him made him respect the magicians.
In his eyes, magic is no longer just a mysterious power, but also a profound cultural heritage, representing a world full of fantasy and unknown that he longs for.
Afterwards, Jean Toc quickly found the person in charge here to report and officially participated in the operation of hunting down the shadow priest.
He was fully aware of the danger and importance of this operation, and his heart was filled with anticipation and tension for the upcoming battle.
In the blink of an eye, time passed quietly and it was late at night again. Darkness enveloped the earth, like a thick curtain covering the world.
For the shadow priests, this long period of hiding made them miserable and they could not hide like this for long.
They knew they had to find a way to evacuate this dangerous situation. However, this evacuation was unusually difficult.
The shadow priests began to lament the injustice of fate. In their hearts, the Holy Church should have been an omnipotent refuge.
But now at this critical moment, they did not receive the blessing of the Almighty Lord, which made them deeply doubt the holy religion they believed in and felt extremely desperate about their current situation.
In the dim little room, the weak candle flame flickered faintly, providing a little bit of lighting, making the room full of depression and dullness.
The burly Black Shepherd took out a full set of armor from his space ring.
This set of armor is a mysterious purple color all over. The moment it appeared from the space ring, it began to glow and emit a strong light. That light seemed to carry a sacred and inviolable power, giving people an extremely sacred feeling.
The shadow priest was about two meters tall, and as strong as an iron tower. His black hair and beard were so thick that they were shocking, which were obvious characteristics of a foreigner.
His black pupils were like dots of paint, deep and mysterious, like an endless black hole. Just looking at each other could make people feel a strong sense of mystery.
He was now in desperate situation, and he knew clearly that there was not enough food at home for him to continue hiding.
He gently stroked this beloved armor with both hands, and his thoughts could not help but drift back to the past...
He clearly remembered the moment when the old Pope bestowed this set of armor on him; the scene was as vivid as if it had just happened yesterday.
It was a solemn and sacred moment. The old Pope's majestic voice seemed to still echo in his ears. The solemn expression on the Pope's face when he handed the armor to him was also deeply imprinted in his mind.
Now, with mixed feelings, he put on the armor methodically. He first carefully fitted the various parts of the armor to his body, making sure that every part fit perfectly, then picked up the horned helmet and slowly put it on his head.
The moment he put on the helmet, he looked majestic, like a god of war from ancient mythology.
However, although he looked extremely strong on the outside, his heart was still shrouded in deep despair and helplessness.
He didn't know whether he could successfully escape from this dangerous situation, nor did he know what fate awaited him.
Then he knelt on one knee and raised his hands to the sky to pray. His voice was steady and powerful as he began to pray:
"Merciful Lord, faithful believers stand before you and are about to embark on a battlefield full of danger and uncertainty. I am a warrior defending justice and faith. At this moment, we pray to you with awe and gratitude."
The dark priest lowered his head, closed his eyes, and his face was full of piety.
"Lord, war is cruel, and the shadow of death looms over me. But we also firmly believe that your light is enough to penetrate this endless darkness.
Give me the courage you gave David to face Goliath.
Let us not be afraid or waver in the face of powerful enemies. Let every swing of our sacred weapons be filled with your power…”
"Finally, Lord, if I am doomed to fall, may you receive my soul into your heavenly kingdom. In your arms, I will receive eternal life, and let their sacrifice be a testimony to your glory.
I believe that death is not terrible, because you have conquered death, you are the Lord of eternal life, and I will follow in your footsteps until death...”
After the prayer, the burly dark priest slowly raised his head, his eyes flashing with the belief that he would win and his unwavering faith in God.
What is about to happen is a brutal war. With God's blessing and protection and a fearless heart, we will step into the unknown battlefield to fight for justice, faith and life.