Chapter 168 A mere fatal injury, not fatal at all

The second floor of the hotel.

Around the second floor, the originally spacious and bright corridor now has only broken walls.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and blood, the collapsed ceiling was covered with traces of smoke, and traces of blood splatters could be seen everywhere.

Beside the collapsed walls and broken doors, several cold corpses stared with wide gray eyes.

Philomena came to the corridor with a sword in hand, and looked at the scene in front of her, with a fierce light in her eyes.

No matter who was the attacker or who was ambushing them, it was an indisputable fact that the Moonlight Church and its party suffered heavy casualties. If it was really the Windsor Ministry of Magic, she would definitely make the enemy pay with blood.

Ahead, the sound of fighting came.

The fighting was fierce and the screams were endless.

Philomena tapped her toes on the ground, the sword blade swept through the air and spread the silver light, her figure flickering like a phantom.

At the end of the corner of the corridor, the Moonlight Church group was forced into a utility room. The human wall acted as a human shield, blocking the big tattered iron door.

The 'self' in the other world rushes like a mad dog, loses magic power, only looks at the essence of life, and is also a strong man per person. It is easy to tear down bricks and walls. At this time, the wall of the utility room has been demolished to pieces.

Seeing themselves with despair on the other side of the hole, the mad dogs became even more malicious and charged like they lost their minds.

Silvery white light streaked across the flowing clouds and water, and the sharp howling stopped abruptly. Heads fell to the ground one by one, and their hands and feet twitched.

The mirror shattered and these figures disappeared.

"High Priest!"

Seeing the female war goddess in their hearts appear, the remaining five people were overjoyed. Everyone was injured, and their smiles looked particularly sad.

Looking at the last five people, Philomena felt deeply guilty: "I'm sorry, I was late."

"High Priest, what kind of magic did those people do just now?"

"Our magic is sealed..."

"Everyone is dead..."

Philomena raised her hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "They are us from the other world. I just met myself, and I finally got rid of their pursuit."

"The other world?!"

It was the first time that everyone heard that such a world existed in the world.

"Mirror space, a world opposed to the God's Chosen Continent, a world abandoned by the gods..."

Philomena briefly explained and frowned: "The reason why you can't use magic is because the enemy has set up a magic-forbidden area. They won't stop there. You can't directly participate in the battle. Protecting yourself is the priority. I don't want to see it again.

Someone is hurt."

Everyone was very angry after hearing this. If you fight openly and openly, you will die. There is nothing to say if your skills are not as good as others. It is too humiliating to die by such despicable means.

"High Priest, who is the enemy?" one person asked.

"It's not certain yet."

Philomena looked very sad. She had some guesses, but she couldn't talk nonsense without evidence.

"High Priest, the hotel has been placed under a forbidden magic zone, and in the other world you mentioned, enemies will encounter the same situation when they come in. How can they continue to attack?"

"It's not that simple. Since the enemy dares to do this, they must have their own methods."

Philomena sighed helplessly, thinking about what to do next.

She first thought of the Golden Mage on the fifth floor, who was also ambushed. If they could join forces to fight against the enemy, it would be beneficial to both of them.

After all, with such a large enemy formation, it is clear that no one will be left alive, and there is reason to cooperate.

Furthermore, according to Philomena's opinion, the golden mage on the fifth floor should be from Heavenly Father's Holy See. Luzerburg belongs to Heavenly Father's Holy See's sphere of influence and can put pressure on the attackers.

Unknowingly, Philomena has identified the murderer as the Windsor Ministry of Magic.

It was outrageous. She couldn't figure out why the Ministry of Magic killed the people. What benefit did the evil Moonlight Church bring to Windsor? Could it be that members of the Dark and Death Church had entered the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic in Windsor?

Another point is that Philomena is curious about the identity of the golden mage on the fifth floor. Sheng Yan has seen it with his own eyes. It is extremely pure and unmistakable. But if it is a mirror space, what about the death faith that fights against it?

Philomena had no clue and didn't want to wait for the enemy to come to the door. She opened the suitcase and looked at the few items inside.

Book of Moon Shadow!

Manuscripts of the Forgotten!

The flesh and blood of the starry sky beast!

Ring of the Fire Element!

And a bottle of sealed dragon blood.

These five treasures are from the collection of the Moonlight Church. The senior officials of the Ministry of Magic in Windsor asked for them. Five people asked for five things each.

Among them, the most precious one is undoubtedly the Book of Moon Shadow, which involves the Moonlight Church’s belief in magic. Even if it is repeatedly deleted, the recorded content is still precious.

In order to better develop in Windsor, the Moonlight Church Headquarters made a decision that went against their ancestors and reluctantly took out the secrets that were not passed on, deleting and subtracting them for trading.

In comparison, several other items are valuable, but because they have nothing to do with faith, their value is greatly reduced.

Like dragon blood!

There are no giant dragons in the God's Chosen Continent, and there is no dragon blood circulating in the market. Only a few churches have reserves. The source is unknown. I only know that it was many years ago.

Philomena looked over one by one, staying for a long time on the flesh and blood of the starry sky beast and the dragon's blood. She thought for a long time and held the sealed bottle containing the flesh and blood of the starry sky beast in her hand.

"High Priest, what are you doing?"

A silver mage noticed Philomena's choice and took the initiative: "If it is used in that way, why not let me do it. As your subordinate, I am more suitable to bear this responsibility than you."

Philomena dismissed it and said simply: "I am a golden mage. Even if I cannot use magic, my mind can suppress erosion. I will not be affected if I use it for a long time."

"What happens after that?"

Silver Master smiled bitterly: "How do you take out the flesh and blood? If your life goes on the wrong evolutionary path, it will be difficult to correct it in the future."

"I have my own way!"

Philomena replied confidently, now is not the time to think so much, she must survive first, only then can she be qualified to choose.

She took the team members out of the church headquarters, and losing most of them was a serious dereliction of duty. The remaining people must survive. This is her responsibility and persistence as a leader.

The group rested on the spot for a while, protected the suitcases in the middle, and followed Philomena into the fifth floor of the hotel.

To be precise, there is no longer a fifth floor. The air of death has eroded and wiped out the space where the fifth floor was.

This is just the edge area. Nothing is left in the central battle area. Looking down from a high place, three of the five-story hotels with folded mirrors have collapsed, and the darkness below looks like a cliff.

Unable to find a partner, Philomena was worried and prayed for the other side to make peace and join forces to fight against the unknown enemy.

boom!

A loud noise came from the side and rear, the outer wall and windows of the hotel were broken, and more than ten men in black robes slowly walked over.

Philomena looked intently. The four leaders were wearing white masks and could not see their true faces.

The mask is said to be some kind of magic prop, and it has a relationship with the barrier, ensuring that the four people can move freely in the mirror projection without being affected by the other world.

The remaining eight men in black robes had no masks and were described as cold as professional soldiers, each holding a submachine gun.

He was well prepared and clearly knew about the existence of the Forbidden Demon Realm early on.

After seeing these people clearly, Philomena waved her hand to retreat to the corner and said coldly: "The Ministry of Magic in Windsor, right?"

Chester sneered and said: "You can think so, or you can think that we are Frank's black magicians. It doesn't matter what we are, you will all die today."

"What if I destroy the trading items?" Philomena showed no sign of weakness.

"I don't know what trading items are. Our mission is to kill you all and never let the Moonlight Church enter Windsor." Chester said ambiguous words, determined not to give the other party a chance to make false statements.

Considering that too much words would lead to mistakes, he waved his hands, and eight soldiers stepped forward, formed a formation, and pulled the trigger to start suppressing fire.

Da da da da————

In a narrow corridor, the submachine gun is the absolute king. With just one shot, it can dominate the scene and declare that all living beings are equal.

Because of the Forbidden Demon Realm, Philomena was unable to open the Life Barrier and had to retreat to the corner in the face of strong firepower.

The eight soldiers are well-trained and keep the array moving forward. One fires and the others follow up. No bullet is wasted to complete the suppression.

Seeing this, Philomena had no choice but to think of another way and signaled to the five team members to cover the suitcase and leave. If necessary, it could be destroyed directly.

She is in charge of the rear.

The five of them knew that if they stayed, they would be a burden. They prayed that the high priest would be safe, took their suitcases, and evacuated towards the stairs.

The soldiers came to the end of the corridor with guns and glanced at where Philomena was hiding, but saw nothing.

At this moment, the wall beside them exploded, and the silver-white sword light moved like clouds and flowing water cut through the air waves.

Philomena overturned the wall, leaving numerous afterimages of her phantom figure. The long sword in her hand swiped across the necks of eight soldiers, passing them almost in the blink of an eye.

Without stopping, she ran quickly towards the end of the corridor.

Behind them, eight soldiers had their necks cracked, no blood flowed out, white flesh foam squirmed, and the wounds closed in an instant.
To be continued...