Fortunately, the story is not complicated and can be introduced to the apprentice in a few words. "I swear to Lucia, I never lied." He promised again and again.
It's just that the effect didn't seem to meet expectations. "I know you don't know much about mystery." The Paladin Captain replied, "As early as the ancient times that are too ancient to be tested, the gods have made an agreement with each other - they hide their shadows and do not reveal their miracles. In other words, the Lucia I believe in is justice and justice itself.”
Uriel suddenly felt that this was similar to the faith of the outer world, but before he could think about it carefully, the Holy Knight Captain overturned his idea.
"As a mysterious creature, the apostle of order, all mysteries related to the sun and light are Lucia's domain. She is the light and the sun itself. And you are a believer in Gaia - I can see that, I understand you, after all Eastman's state religion is the Goddess of Virtue - your god holds the most secret rules, and few myths are spread. Her domain includes honesty. I believe in your oath, and the words of a Gaia believer are certainly worthy of acceptance."
"Then why-"
"It's not surprising to have such an association. Apprentice, you are a newbie." He squeezed out a little instinctive calmness in his coldness and concluded calmly. "No matter what the moon's intentions are..." When these words came out, the paladin who taught us frowned. "...He can't really have any influence on Knox."
Do you have to wait until the moon sets on the earth to feel terrified? "Please go to the rooftop and have a look." Uriel suggested weakly. "Your Lord Bishop will prove everything to you."
Ultimately, Lemmons' stubbornness stems from his distrust of me. The apprentice didn't know what the issue was between the messenger and the paladin in front of him, but the other party's attitude was undoubtedly extremely unfriendly. To make matters worse, he now had to pay Joey's debt for the good deeds he had done without realizing it.
I don't know whether Berti can interfere in mortal affairs, but I am undoubtedly in deep doom at the moment. Uriel saw that the Paladin in the Sky Realm was completely unmoved, and he couldn't help but hold the ice sword tightly.
"You have wasted a lot of time by taking advantage of my respect." Lemons raised his sword, "So, it is a good choice for both of us to simply raise our hands and surrender. Even if I don't really want to see you do this."
When Uriel tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, he felt that the sweat on his palm seemed to freeze into ice. "Yes, I'm just stalling for time," he replied, "Whether it's with words or actions, whichever you like."
When faced with an invincible enemy, the apprentice chooses to strike first. He picked up the large weapon in his hand and swung it forward. Practice makes perfect, and his posture actually became somewhat refined. The blade was filled with cold air, and the knight subconsciously raised his sword to block it.
Suddenly, vibrations and loud noises were heard from his shoulders, and Uriel gritted his teeth to suppress the spreading numbness. Lemons twisted his wrist, the holy sword and the ice crystals sparked a string of sparks, and the charge and gravity were easily slid away. It seems that he does not have the terrifying strength of Joey to resist the steel giant.
The ice sword struck the stone bricks, leaving white frost covered with cracks.
Uriel shifted his weight to the foot in front of him and rotated his body vigorously, rubbing the soles of his shoes with his toes. After turning around, he raised his arm again, and the sword's sharp edge immediately formed a complete arc.
However, Lemmons just stepped forward to avoid this heavy blow and two consecutive slashes. The sword blade cut off a narrow corner of the cloak and then hit the wall of the corridor. Durandal burrowed into the gap between the cloak and the leather armor like a long black and silver snake. The paladin captain quickly withdrew his hand, blood dripping from the tip of the sword.
The apprentice winced at the sudden pain. Even without magic, I am no match for him. Uriel realized that the gap between them was not as simple as mystery and magic power reserves, but an overall lagging behind in physical fitness and combat awareness. Lemons didn't use magic, so he couldn't find the enemy for a while.
not enough. Uriel told himself that there was not enough time. He stood up, adjusted his direction, stared at the elusive and holy sword, and tried his best to ignore the dull pain of the old wounds that were affected by the new wounds. The paladin still didn't use magic, but he didn't have the strength or courage to do another double slash. At this moment, no more than Frostleaf Castle and the Royal Palace Rooftop, shrouded in the shadow of death, he felt more details. But now facing the Paladins of the Council, his vision was only blurry.
Alternatively, don’t forget your purpose. He rushed forward as if he was carrying heavy armor. The crystal ice sword spit out snow-white blade light, but Durandal split the net of cold wind and sword light, and the apprentice felt that the opponent's strength was not much different from his own. Is he holding back on purpose?
A sense of shame rose up in his heart, and Uriel realized that Lemons was indeed fighting a fair fight. He even felt that the difference in realm was an aspect that needed to be compromised. He was right, I was taking advantage of that respect. The apprentice tried to convince himself with the reasons given by Meimi and Broken Moon, but it was completely useless.
He struck sword after sword, but was blocked by the knight. Steel collides with ice crystals, bounces off, and so on. Durandal's gold crystal ball flickered back and forth across his vision. Uriel didn't want to give his opponent a chance to breathe, but in the end, he was the one who was short of breath and sweating. Even if the strength is equal, I can't defeat him.
Gradually, the knights began to fight back. This meant that the apprentice began to receive more injuries, although they were just scratches and shallow cuts, and more bruises caused by the back of the sword. He almost treated me like a punching bag. The apprentice was a little angry, but he could only try his best to catch every visible blade. Both swords jumped during the collision, debris flew from the ice sword, and the sun-like brilliance swallowed up the frost marks that climbed up the spine of the holy sword.
It was undoubtedly some kind of systematic swordsmanship. Uriel's left arm was hit twice in a row, and he almost couldn't maintain the posture of holding the sword with both hands. But when the knight followed suit on the right, he backed away with all his strength and dodged for a moment. However, the flipping sword blade was calm and brushed against his injured side. This time he just touched the first wound left by the holy sword, and Uriel felt severe pain that almost paralyzed his consciousness. At this time Lemmons turned the holy sword and hit him in the back. The old and new wounds affected each other, and he couldn't help but let go of the sword and press the blood-soaked wound on his waist.
"Are you injured?" The knight was naturally referring to the injuries left on Black Moon Lake and the rooftop. He showed a bit of embarrassment, as if he was the one who fell to the ground in embarrassment and was defeated miserably.
Uriel was speechless. His lungs burned as he breathed, and the blood loss made him light-headed. The apprentice squeezed out every ounce of strength in his body and felt contented. "Thank you." He finally calmed down. "Those are the scars given to me by the goblin in the lake. If you want, you can go down below or on the rooftop to have a look. Also, I'm sorry."
The Paladin Captain hesitated for a moment, "You did your best, sir. I know you have your reasons. You don't need to apologize."
I certainly need to apologize for being biased against you. Uriel was speechless. He saw clearly that the culprit who had created the white disaster in front of him was a truly upright knight, whose noble character was enough to make people feel ashamed.
But he couldn't just admit defeat. The apprentice had a premonition that the next battle would be more difficult, and perhaps the opponent would no longer be merciful.
"You have been seriously injured." Watching the apprentice try to get up, Lemmons couldn't help but remind him. "There is no serious conflict between the tower and the parliament. Sir, why has it come to this point?"
Certainly not for the Tower and the Council, which are now even in my mind. "The moon in the sky wants my friend's life." He replied, "I can't stop it, but Bai can. So no matter what, I must stop you."
"That wolf?" the knight thought thoughtfully.
"The Broken Moon is trying to complete itself. He wants to fill Kamaria into the gap. The werewolves are part of the projection, and the werewolves marked as sacrifices are given priority... I think your purpose is not only Kamaria. Riya, right?”
The paladin commander said nothing, but pulled down his visor. He felt that he could not give a negative answer without hesitation. Your Excellency the Agent sent out his apprentices, and the Cardinal of the Judgment Agency went all the way south. The mysterious land of Alanwo alone cannot support such a large battle.
"There has to be another way," Lemons said. He couldn't accept it for a while. "It's impossible for Broken Moon to come again. Maybe you've made a mistake."
"Bai is in the palace." Uriel saw that the other party's eyes suddenly became strange, and he suddenly realized that he was really disrespectful in calling the envoy. The apprentice coughed awkwardly and continued: "Before you appeared, there were many water fairies and the soul of a king in Kamaria. It called itself Nikles Timir Xinodel."
"The last king of Alanvor?"
"Have you heard of him?" It was easier now. "Nikles is trying to resurrect with the help of the magic of the Black Moon Tide. Aurora, the fairy of Black Moon Lake, is his lover, looking for the bodies of innocent people everywhere for him. The key is in the golden cup, which can bring people back to the secret realm. .”
The Holy Knight Captain said: "Then it should be a miniature rectangular ladder." Suddenly he thought of something. "Did Jinbei drag the messenger into Kamaria?" His tone suddenly became a little strange.
"Those who try to take advantage of Berti are always unlucky." Uriel could see that the Holy Knight Captain also agreed with this sentence. "Yes, that's right, but he came a little late. The Moon Festival has already begun." At least he knew how to protect his mentor's reputation, although Joey himself didn't care about it.
"The goblin deceived the King's Soul and used it to perform a ritual with my friend Meimi. The White Messenger killed Aurora, but Broken Moon began to instinctively complete itself with the help of the black moon tide and the pull of the ritual."
"Are you telling a story?"
"It's true. I swear to Gaia." How many more times do I have to promise?
"Even if you didn't lie, I can't change my mission. Since the agent and the bishop both regard Kamaria as a place to explore, the Holy Knights will not give up their mission for any reason."
The knight's stubbornness was unexpected. Uriel sighed secretly, thinking that he would have to talk with his sword next. He believed that he would not lag behind when speaking truthfully, but when it came to taking action, the paladin leader of the Sky Realm was on a completely different level from himself.
"Their goal is not some secret realm." At this time, a voice intervened. "What the Glorious Council is looking for is a train."
"...!!"
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