Protected by the pure white barrier, the panicked bishop finally calmed down a little.
Inside the barrier, he opened his hands, as if fearless, and stood in front of Samson across the barrier, while loudly saying: "God will protect me."
"I'm ashamed of you!" Samson snapped.
Samson's move undoubtedly confirmed the suspicions of the Crusaders. Now, no matter how he explained, the Crusaders would not believe what he said. Even those Crusaders who were still hesitating raised their hands. The weapon in his hand.
"Adjust the formation and let the spearmen deal with him!" Soon, after noticing Samson's target, the general of the team immediately gave instructions and mobilized the people in the team.
Taking advantage of Samson's attention, everyone was attracted to the bishop in the barrier. In the gap between the Crusaders, sharp spears stabbed at his waist from a distance.
Samson waved his sword, and as the silver light flashed, the tip of a nearby spear fell to the ground, and large and small gaps appeared on the blade he held.
Compared to his sword skills, the quality of the sword he held was far inferior to some treasures. In the battle, it was the first to be damaged.
Samson couldn't see the falling sword blades on the battlefield. His perception of the outside world was limited to moving things. The noise made by the crusaders was far greater than the sound of weapons falling to the ground.
Compared with those spiders, Samson, who was of a higher rank, was easier to deal with. Under the encirclement of many Crusaders and pikemen, large and small blood holes appeared on his body. Even so, Samson never gave up. , he slapped the barrier again and again, but was unable to do anything to the bishop inside.
Soon, Samson's movements slowed down, pain occupied all his consciousness, and his tapping of the barrier eventually became no longer powerful. Finally, he fell to the ground, and his body was immediately covered with spears.
As he died, the nearby spiders also became confused, no longer paying attention to the nearby crusaders, but retreated like a tide.
In the sky, a deep female voice came over, and she seemed a little unwilling: "You are lucky, but next time, you won't be so lucky."
The darkness dissipated, and the remaining Crusaders felt relieved and heartfelt joy. Not only did they resist the powerful enemy, but more importantly, they saw the miracle with their own eyes.
At this time, the crusaders looked at the bishop with eager eyes. They believed that when word of this victory spread, other people would cast their eyes with envy and be able to witness the miracle with their own eyes. It's enough for them to brag about for a lifetime.
Surrounded by the crusaders, the bishop came to the general. Just as he was about to say something, a golden figure slowly fell from the sky.
"High Priest," the bishop greeted respectfully.
"Bishop Will, your piety is seen by God, and you will be praised by the Holy See." The high priest nodded to him and said.
Will was delighted when he heard the high-ranking priest continue: "I know this heretic. Not long ago, he killed Alan, the lord of Moth City, in front of me, and then left with the heretics. He appeared again near Moth City not long ago. I have been looking for his whereabouts, but I didn't expect him to dare to show up on his own initiative."
After hearing what the high-ranking priest said, Will nodded, looked at the dead Samson with some pity, and said, "May God take away his pain."
At the edge of the battlefield, a man who looked like a crusader looked deeply at the people present, and then disappeared from the battlefield along the tunnel left by the spider.
After arriving at the underground passage, he released the camouflage magic on his body. His body was a bit bulkier and his skin turned dark yellow. He was not a crusader, he was Rhodes who took advantage of the chaos to sneak in.
The disappearing crusaders did not attract anyone's attention, whether it was the high-ranking priests or others. Their attention was deeply attracted by the dead Samson.
"I discovered something strange." The high priest said slowly while inspecting the wounds on Samson's body.
"What's going on?" Will asked.
"His fate was changed by some kind of power. He shouldn't have died here...but his life passed quickly and eventually turned into what you see." As he spoke, the high-ranking priest showed a confused look. .
Will's expression changed slightly and he said: "I remember that there is only one power that can change the fate of others, and that is the 'power of awakening'..."
"Yeah, but that's what makes me weird."
As he spoke, the high-ranking priest raised his head, looked around, and finally landed on Bishop Will: "Generally speaking, the fate of those heroes who have successfully awakened will change for the better, and accordingly they can live longer. Longer, but that’s not the case with him.”
Having said this, the high-ranking priest's expression became completely solemn: "I can still see his fate. He has not completely become a hero. There is another hero, or awakened one, lurking on the battlefield."
Even Bishop Will also realized that something was wrong. His agreement with the pagans did not include the part involving heroes.
"Master Priest, can you see who else's fate has changed?" Will seemed to have thought of something and asked respectfully to the high-ranking priest on the side.
"Yes." After taking a deep look at Will, the high-ranking priest said, "Your destiny has changed, and in a direction we don't want to see. I think this must be the price of showing a miracle."
Will's face turned pale, and he naturally understood the meaning of the high priest's words. Those powerful priests, as well as senior bishops, are granted the unique power of seeing the fate, or death, of others.
Only heroes who have awakened their own will have their destiny that cannot be seen by this power, and the actions of those heroes can also completely change the destiny of others. Will's fate has taken a turn for the worse.
After learning about his situation from the high-ranking priest, Will lost all interest in talking to other Crusaders. With a dark face, he said that the display of miracles made him mentally exhausted and needed to rest for a while, and then returned to his In the tent.
From the small box wrapped in layers, he took out a strange-looking eye, which was completely similar to the one that appeared on the swordsman before.
"Ellot." Bishop Will held the magic eye and whispered, "This is all your fault. Are you an awakened hero? My destiny is in my own hands, and you can't change it..."
