Chapter 2242: Shrine change

"That meteorite was indeed summoned by me."
"Mother of Demon Wolf" nodded and admitted casually.
"Do you like my meeting gift? If you like it, I can give you nine more for the same gift."
One shot of "meteorite technique" consumes at least 50 degrees of legendary mana, and another nine is 450 degrees. Is this woman's legendary mana pool up to 500 energy levels?
Ms. Farah’s first feeling was that the other party was bragging, but then I thought about it, if this "mother of the magic wolf" is really the legendary original pope, then she is not only a legendary druid, but also very likely to have high Order mythological power!
The capacity of the legendary magic pool mainly depends on three factors.
The first is the legendary cast level, the second is the cast attribute, and the last is the mythical rank.
In the realm of legend, in fact, everyone's cast level and cast attribute will not have much difference, but there is no "mythical power", the gap is too big!
The capacity of the legendary magic pool is mainly based on the mythological rank to open the gap.
Although Ms. Farah is a level 22 Stygian Witch, she does not possess the power of mythology. Faced with the "Mother of the Demon Wolf", a frontal fight is definitely not a wise move.
"Fortunately, I still have the'Ring of Winter' in my hands."
Ms. Farah secretly calculated that although her strength is not as good as Angel Poda, with the help of the magical weapon, she can at least beat the opponent five to five. In addition, she has the home court advantage and is surrounded by the "Prophet of Ice". Cassandra and the many young witches who studied in the temple helped, as well as Joanne, Clark, Gayna, Hilde and Sharon who are about to return from the underworld. There are so many people, how can you be afraid of a crazy woman!
Thinking of this, her mind calmed down and coldly warned Angel Poda.
"'The Ring of Winter' is a sacred object of our Styx Church. You are neither qualified nor capable to get involved with this divine tool. If you don't get off quickly, don't want to leave Hull alive!"
"Hehe, what a big tone."
Angel Poda stroked the vine-woven belt, took off a green leaf, and blew a breath. The leaf turned into a palm-sized cyan round card, which looked like some kind of religious emblem, and showed it to Farah through the ice. .
"Do you recognize this?"
Ms. Farah looked closer, her brows frowned slightly, and the pattern on the emblem reminded her vaguely.
"I have seen my lord's holy emblem, don't you understand what you should do next?" Angel Poda urged impatiently.
Ms. Farah was thinking about what the "Mother of the Demon Wolf" meant for showing this emblem. When she heard the arrogant words of the other party, she couldn't help being angry and funny.
"I worship Lord Hull, the goddess of the underworld, but not your heretical of unknown origin. You show me the emblem of the evil and let me bow my head. This is ridiculous!"
Angel Poda glanced contemptuously at the chief witch.
"The person I'm talking about is not you!"
"It's ridiculous! Only you and me are talking here. If you don't tell me, who are you talking to?"
Before Ms. Farah spoke, her smile suddenly solidified on her face, and the sharp ice blade pierced her chest from behind, and through the heart, a blade of green ice emerged from her chest.
"Cassandra...you—"
"Sorry, please stop talking."
Tears flickered in the eyes of the "Ice Prophet", and suddenly he pulled out the ice blade, letting Ms. Farah fall on her back by the elemental pool, with doubts and anger on her face, her body was soaked in blood.
"Oh~ the clean backstab, it's so beautiful!"
"Mother of the Demon Wolf" made no secret of her gloating mentality, applauded and laughed: "Prophet, I am glad that you have chosen to be loyal to the latter between your employer and our lord. This is a wise decision. Now you can take that one. Divine tool, help me break this nasty ice cover."
Cassandra did not make a sound, wiped the corners of her eyes, leaned close to Farah's body, and took the "Ring of Winter" from her hand.
At the same time, the "Ice Wheel Palace" lost its support, and the blue ice barrier collapsed and quickly degenerated into disorderly magic power, returning to the embrace of the magic net.
Losing this barrier, Angel Poda rushed into the temple grandiosely, took the ring that Cassandra handed over, and put it on his hand.
"Huh? Is this thing still in sync?"
Realizing that he couldn't use the "Ring of Winter" directly, Angelboda was a little disappointed.
"All artifacts need homology, madam." Cassandra lowered her head and replied, "The homology law of'The Ring of Winter' is especially complicated..."
"The witch who died just now, how long did it take for her to fully grasp the power of this artifact?" Angel Poda asked.
"It took almost five years. You are stronger than Ms. Farah. I don't think it will take that long."
"It's really troublesome!" Angel Poda snorted displeasedly, "Forget it, anyway, I am not in a hurry to borrow the power of this artifact, take it slow."
At this time, outside the closed door of the small chapel, there was a rapid knock on the door.
"Teacher, are you okay?" the young woman called from outside the door.
Angel Poda turned to face the door, raised his hand and pressed it, the door suddenly burst!
There were no fewer than 20 young witches gathered outside the door, and they had never expected such a change to happen. Almost all of them were overturned by the current of the explosion.
Angel Poda leaned on his cane, walked out the door calmly, looked around at the witches and the large group of temple guards who came after him, and spit out a word of contempt.
"A group of mice."
Enraged by her, the witches stood up, enduring the pain, making spellcasting gestures.
"A mouse is a mouse, and twittering is annoying!"
Angel Boda waved his hand impatiently, and the cyan light instantly covered the hall of the temple.
The legendary magic "Malicious Mass Transfiguration" with an energy level of up to 30 degrees, enveloped the witches and guards in the hall, and instantly turned them all into mice, with weapons and magic items, jingle and drop to the ground. .
Not only did the body become a mouse, the subject also fell to the level of a mouse's intelligence attribute, squeaking in fright by the sound of his weapon landing, scrambled to flee to the dark corner, curled up and shivered.
"Actually I don't hate wild mice." Angel Poda turned to look at the "Prophet of Ice", "But I hate house mice, all domesticated animals that are domesticated by humans, and animals that live in symbiosis with humans, including of course. House mouse."
The "Ice Prophet" lowered his head and bit his lip, and the ice-sculpted body couldn't help trembling.
"It's noisy! It's so noisy!"
The squeaking of mice, the sound of fast approaching footsteps outside the hall door, and the clashing of armor and weapons made the "Mother of the Demon Wolf" unhappy.
In order to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere, she didn't mind killing all the living creatures in this temple except herself and Cassandra.