It's just that this painless attack lasted for a long time, until Uriel noticed a sign of danger. He is either preparing powerful magic, or he is determined to fight but retreat. The apprentice thought to himself that it seemed that he cared more about destroying evidence than killing people.
In the training class, he learned more than just combat skills. Sauron of the Ring would not only provide him with a lot of mysterious knowledge during his breaks, but would also answer all his questions.
There are a lot of arrow-wielding professions, but those who can use this kind of magic that baptizes large areas of fire are still within the narrow range. Coupled with the assistance of demonic power, Uriel was almost certain that the opponent was a "Windrunner". He had seen mercenary marksmen of the same profession in Calder Reiler's team.
The foundation of the Windrunner profession is that they must hit the target, and every arrow they shoot must hit the target. However, this is not magic. Its status in the entire system is equivalent to the "charge" and "block" of the melee style. It is a no-threshold skill that comes with job transfer. And "sure hit" is not "tracking". You can still dodge if you are fast enough. Sauron the Ring once arrogantly commented that this technique hardly deserves to be called a sure hit.
The attack of Arrow Rain is different. There is no technique in the world that can turn an arrow into a piece out of thin air. This is beyond the scope of common sense. Windrunner's Ring Magic Tempest can undoubtedly do this.
Uriel was not prepared to waste time, and the defenses of Lonely Praise and Sanctuary allowed him to focus on offense during the battle. This was one of the ways he learned to deal with archers.
It is known that Sauron writes on the ground. Melee combat may not be the weakness of these harassers, but long-range combat must be their strength. Only a fool would be a target. You have to believe that not everyone can slit someone's throat with a bowstring. And Joey, who can do such a thing, also told him that the closer the arrow is, the more fragile it is. Presumably, the White Envoy will not make mistakes in terms of combat experience. But Uriel still felt uneasy when he experienced the fatal arrow blow for the first time.
His charge brought up a trail of dust and smoke, and the sharp edge of the ice sword pierced the bush where the arrow was shot. Windrunner immediately fired arrows to block him, trying to force him back. The iron arrows clanked against the ice sword one after another, and the magic and power poured into it gradually weakened. Uriel couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, the trees suddenly shook, and the enemies hiding inside began to retreat.
Can't let him run away. This idea appeared in Uriel's mind above all other thoughts. Compared with the guarantee of documents and the emblem of the sky, the killer of the church is more powerful evidence. The apprentice discovered that even if he experienced another battle, the reaction he should have would not disappear.
The slashing sword was raised high, and the stream of magic light lit up the Venus in the frost——
At this time, the distance between them is close enough, and they can even engage in hand-to-hand combat. What stood in the way was only a bush of heather and a few dead bodies, and Windrunner's figure was also exposed under the shining blade. Wearing a black cloth on his head and light armor, he threw away his bow in panic and hid behind the dead man, as if he didn't know that the enemy's long weapon could cut them into four sections with a single sword blow.
But Uriel didn't do that. An iron-gray hand reached for the back of his neck, and the apprentice turned his wrist and chopped off three of its fingers. The dead man in front of Windrunner also pounced on him, but was hit on the bridge of the nose by an elbow. The two corpses lay back on the ground one after the other.
Uriel turned around and crushed the enemy's bow under his feet. "Do you think I don't know that the church has the magic of rest, or do you think they can be more effective than your arrows?" He didn't suffer any loss even in the unknowing dream, let alone now.
There is no unique burial method in the church. The priests only pray for the deceased. This is no different in the outer world, but Knox's gravekeepers have more to guard against than just grave robbers... The magic of rest ensures that the dead remain undisturbed.
These corpses were connected with thin strings and stood up under the control of Windrunner. Uriel was surprised by his unscrupulousness. If the Black Knight hadn't eliminated the magic on them once and for all, such a blasphemous act alone would be enough to send him to hell.
"You are not from the church." The apprentice understood somewhat. Even a killer who specializes in dirty work can't fail to notice the marks on the corpse.
The enemy was indifferent. He stretched out his hand and pulled it in the air, and the puppets swung forward.
But Uriel was not fooled. Thanks to the power of the devil, he now saw clearly that Windrunner's magic was like a rootless tree, and the fire was not in his body at all. Windrunner was also a puppet, no wonder he didn't say a word.
For a moment, Uriel also felt troubled by the caution of the people behind the scenes. Cases where puppets were used as a means of murder even required an astrologer to take action, but the person the other party was dealing with turned out to be just a gambler. Maybe Father Fielding deserved this kind of pomp, but there was no need for them to get there before Hobson, right?
Or does Hobson's identity cause these people to have concerns?
But if anyone could answer his doubts, it would definitely not be the guy in front of him. It is not difficult to teach the dead to stand up, but it is not easy to get them to speak. Uriel cut off Windrunner's bowstring again, but the thread was still flowing, and he began to regret not burying the body.
When he mentioned the corpses in the yard, he felt confused again.
The Black Knight must have been attacked by divine magic, as the dim lines on the corpse were proof. However, the deceased was still alive more than ten minutes ago, and the magic of rest will only be applied to the buried deceased... It seems that the black knight awakened these poor people from their tranquility, and then gave them a second death. Just behind the yard is the cemetery. He felt sick all over when he thought about this.
The mystery of enslaving the undead comes from the realm of Suviliya. His followers are ungrateful and use death to escape death. These people never pray for eternal peace, they would rather walk in the sunshine like the living. Newell of Yotsuba City was like this, and the Black Knight who just left was no exception. There were not as many people in the courtyard as Uriel imagined. The dead here were divided into two categories, one was the slaughtered clergy, and the other was the buried people awakened by the black knight. If you look carefully, there are still a few people who don't have magic marks on their bodies.
"Hello? Hello? Uriel, can you hear me?"
The apprentice opened the puppets like a stick. He was less willing to destroy the bodies of these clergy than Windrunner. "You can hear me, Mademoiselle Poirot," he replied. “I had a little problem in the yard.”
"What are you doing there?"
"I found the clue you wanted." If she hadn't asked, Uriel would have almost forgotten that the detective lady asked him to evacuate immediately. "So it's a bit difficult to retreat now. I'm sorry, Mademoiselle Poirot, but the target is in sight, and soon the Church will be aware of what happened inside... We only have this one chance. I think that's all I can do."
"It seems I have to learn how to read minds in order to understand your next actions." She said sarcastically, "What's going on?"
"A man hid behind the bushes and attacked us. First with arrows, the whole house was destroyed. Then I got close to him, and the corpses in the cemetery came to stop me, as if they knew I had committed the crime of trespassing on the church's holy land. "
Uriel has never had such an inexplicable fight so far, as if the mission of exploring the church was an absurd farce from beginning to end. First there is the madman in the starless night, and then there is the hidden killer. When did the church of Gaia become a sewer where these rats come and go?
"Attack you," Agatha repeated. "Is he the one Hobson is afraid of?"
"In my opinion, he doesn't belong to the church anyway. Maybe we have to start over with our guesses." Uriel felt that he should be in a good mood. The Black Knight's words did not come true. My guess didn't come true either. What a blessing from Gaia. "The clue is related to Gardner Reynolds. I'm afraid he sells more than just tobacco. Can you tell me the circumstances of Bowman's death? Was he shriveled up, leaving only an empty shell?"
Agatha didn't deny it. "As a non-staff member, you know a little bit more."
"Except for the survivors of Yotsuba City, you are all non-staff in this matter. This damn bastard is selling alchemy potions. Yes, it's that 'Sovero'. I saw the alchemists in the newspaper Call it ‘soul fuel’.”
"Gardner signed a contract..."
"...but it does not include the sale of legal goods." Uriel kicked away the entangled enemy. He had nothing to worry about when dealing with a blasphemous heretic like Windrunner. The apprentice first cut off both of the opponent's legs, and blood spurted out, making him stunned. The puppet is still alive. But that was all, he swung his sword again and cut off this guy's head.
Blood spurted out, like water leaking from a rotten barrel. "What's the sound?" the detective asked from the other side.
The sound of atonement. "Problem solved." Uriel walked towards Gunther. This demon who just joined the madman gang is still awake, but he is also dying. "Something big has happened in the church, so be careful when you leave—!"
The sound of leaking water turned into a sharp explosion, and Uriel suddenly felt a terrible mystery gathering behind him. Before he could even turn around, he was knocked over by a violent wave of air. For a moment, the apprentice's mind went blank. The aura of magic and frost was extinguished in the blink of an eye, but he was powerless to do anything about it. Uriel's vision swayed along with the shadow of the tree, and his whole body was seized by an overwhelming fear. He almost touched the world the Black Knight walked into.
The runes on the silver ring lit up quickly, like flames.
The crown of ice and snow is like a fortress of thorns rising from the ground, inserted straight into the whistling air current. The wild waves around Uriel were forcibly cut off by it. He sat on the grass as bewildered as a child. Wave after wave of mysterious surges wash away at the ice, only to slowly fail itself. Finally, the wind calmed down and the ice barrier, like a city wall, still stood in place. Compared with it, the aloof tribute simulated by Sanctuary and Apprentice is a complete shell of paper.
