Roma didn't look like she wanted to wait. "If we can't leave the room, we can at least beat the guy out of the room, right?"
"No one will break in here." Uriel frowned. "This means the defenses in front of the church collapsed."
"The church has only one door?"
"Of course it's impossible. You have lived in the monastery for so long, don't you know?" Something is wrong, he thought of the accident in Blumnot Church. It seems that ever since he came to Knox, there have been frequent unexpected visits to the goddess's church.
"Oh," Roma drawled, "So the priests have traps behind every door?"
"Don't be smart," he told her. "Everything you can think of can be thought of by others. How do you think Iaconi discovered us yesterday?"
"He hasn't said it yet."
"Mostly it's a magic item that monitors divine spells. Don't forget that he came specifically to clean up internal problems. The church should consider the possibility of clergy being involved. This is not the point." The apprentice said, "I mean, Eco Mr. Ni can control the situation of the church at any time, and there is no omission. He can catch the prey without us..." He suddenly paused.
"What's wrong?" Roma whipped out an arrow.
Uriel rushed to the door without thinking. He pulled the door open with such force that he nearly ripped the wooden handle off, and the door hinge groaned. "There are not enough manpower! We have to help, otherwise the Cross Knights here alone will not be able to provide support." I should have thought of it earlier. Every exit of the church has traps, but there is only one in Iconi. "If my guess is correct, he should have discovered us when we got to the nursery..."
"...But when we came out after walking around, he came over." Roma took a breath. She jumped out of bed and followed him. "What if they come in from behind the cemetery—"
"The church was caught by surprise and might catch them all at the main entrance." Uriel silently prayed that this would be the reality.
"I think it's difficult for the locals to keep secrets." The little lion pointed out softly, "Iaconi is very cautious, but he also trusts his companions... If he had known from the beginning that Gemo who guarded the dungeon was the kind of person who valued his wallet more. A man of great honor would never take us to him to ask for mantra potion."
Maybe it's because he trusts us more. Uriel could not answer her. Now everything is his expectation and everything is his imagination. I should use "spiritual vision" to see the future. If the child behind the church is hurt at all, he will never be able to forgive himself until his death.
People kept passing by in the corridor, but no one stopped to ask the two apprentices. They didn't know Roma and I at all. Uriel canceled the magical spells he had prepared. There was no room for failure in the battle to defend the backyard. He had to save every bit of strength. When necessary, he even allowed himself to use the "Ice Crown" to decide the outcome of the battle.
All worries and anxieties were put to rest when we arrived at the cemetery. Uriel's heart also sank. They arrived just in time. Several people were climbing over the garden fence. Three archers were lying on the top of the carriage outside the wall and shooting arrows into the wall. They were all disgraced and covered in blood. These people came around from the battlefield at the main entrance, and the apprentice understood. Iconi's trap worked, but there were still people who didn't get in. The guys who can come here are either lucky or smart, but no matter which one, they are not timid.
The guarding church knights responded by hiding with the help of obstacles. There were less than ten of them in total. After leaving two corpses behind, they each ran towards the inner courtyard of the church. The armor on their bodies was neatly dressed, but their cloaks were all forgotten. A nun rushed to a certain room holding a dagger, but was knocked to the ground by a deserter with white hair on the way. The nearest archer immediately moved his arm, aiming his arrow in her direction.
"Roma!" As soon as he said the reminder, the little lion had already shot two arrows. The first arrow hit the man's head, and the second arrow flashed with light and exploded on the fence with a bang. The man clinging to it screamed and was thrown into the sky.
She is more decisive than I am, Uriel realized, drawing his sword and charging across the courtyard. The man who hit the ground looked like an adventurer. He tried hard to fumble for the hilt of the sword, but Uriel's sword edge scratched his spine, and the bones broke like straw. He suddenly lost his breath. The apprentice walked towards the other wounded from near and far. The arrows flying towards him were either shot down by Roma in the air or broken under the Frost Sword. An archer tried to retreat, and the little lion quickly unhooked the bow, and the two arrows killed him. It was nailed to the carriage.
"Only two people!" shouted a helmeted adventurer. "Hurry up! Hurry!"
Uriel hoped that his demonic qualities would tell him where he was, but the man who shouted was not using magic. He turned around and raised his hand angrily, and a pale golden magic barrier appeared in the air, covering the entire backyard. "Don't let anyone pass, Roma!"
"Don't let them leave." She dodged the archer's last arrow and fired back with magic. The enemy rolled around and jumped off the carriage before he could save his life. "No problem!" she assured loudly.
This child has probably never encountered such weak archers, they seem to be just mortals. Uriel thought that there would be adventurers following the vampire team, and finally he decided to treat them all equally. If anyone believes their uninformed lies, I will kill him as well. Uriel thought angrily.
The fence was so tattered that it could no longer serve as a barrier. He passed through the tombstones standing behind the ashes. Several mercenaries who had just climbed up the wall dropped daggers, earth and stones. Uriel swung his sword with one hand, and everything thrown was bounced away without exception. A mercenary rushed toward him from top to bottom. Uriel stepped aside to let the incoming ax go, and grabbed his arm from behind, which he had no time to retract. Uriel stepped on the opponent's shoulder and twisted his wrist. The guy first howled miserably, and the sound almost penetrated the stone wall; then the apprentice stretched his arm completely, and the white bones pierced the flesh, but he stopped moving. .
At this time, another arrow from Roma flew and shot down an enemy who climbed up the wall. The wall suddenly became clean.
The neighing of the horses betrayed the enemy's intentions: these scum were preparing to flee. Uriel stepped onto the wall, then put one hand on the top, and he had already leaped over the high wall; the Ice Sword bloomed with mysterious ripples in his hand, and the "Lonely Praise" fell from the sky and fell into the position of these gangsters.
A blood-red flame was already budding and extinguished before it could be ignited. He was back in the corridors of Screaming Keep in an instant. There were about six or seven people outside the wall, including an archer and two assassins. They hold palm-long daggers, and their speed and dexterity are not inferior to those of lynxes, but they are far inferior to the mysterious Nightingale that Uriel met in the Garden of Flowing Waters. No wonder no one dares to climb over the wall to approach the archers. A cloaked man stood on the carriage, anxious to light his magic wand. Bloodlines! Uriel recognized their magic.
A cold wave surged in the alley behind the wall, restricting the carriage's progress. "Kill him!" a mortal shouted, but the mysterious creature still struggled to crack the whip, showing no fighting spirit. Mortals don't understand the difference in mystery, but they know it clearly.
Uriel slashed horizontally with his sword with one hand, forcing the mercenary who rushed forward to roll on the spot. The other man bent forward and tried to hug his waist, but the apprentice turned his sword and raised his knee sharply, hitting the guy in the face. The mercenary flew backwards with blood on his face, but just in time for the sword light to sweep away, all that was left was his painful head bouncing on the ice.
The rest stopped. The mercenary who rolled down and escaped death turned around and ran away, his feet slipping on the frosty ground.
Uriel was already accustomed to fighting on smooth ground. He pushed against the wall and charged forward with his sword, directly attacking the leading vampire on the carriage. The latter was unable to summon the magical blood flames and looked like a piece of firewood waiting to be thrown into the stove.
"The Sin-Judging Blade"
The mystery of his control bloomed on the sword, and the horse pulling the cart neighed in fear, and the front knees suddenly gave way, causing the entire carriage to tilt forward.
With a bang, the mysterious blade hit the carriage. The main body of the carriage was split into two, and the rear half whirled and hit the street lamp on the opposite side of the street, sending sawdust flying. The wheels flew into the air and fell on the tiles of a house; the front half was still tied to the horses, and these poor animals whined and were trapped. With great force, he fell to the outside, and the hoofs frozen on the ground were separated from the bones and flesh of the body. The wooden frame shattered on the stone wall. The vampire lost his balance and rolled out of the car, but he happened to avoid the fatal blow. There will be no second time luck. Uriel took a step forward and used his inertia to turn around and slash down with his sword again. The vampire desperately drew out his rapier to block. As the dust filled the air, a black shadow suddenly emerged from behind the apprentice.
Even a mortal sword can slit the throat of a mysterious creature. But Uriel was faster. He lowered his head and turned sideways with the sword in his hand. The frost rubbed against the metal until it hit the guard of the rapier. The vampire screamed and dropped the sword, his pale fingers frozen together by a thin layer of ice.
The dagger grazed the back of the neck, and Uriel elbowed the assassin in the ribs. The magic power was transmitted along with the force, and the assassin flew backwards in half, slamming into a pile of wooden boxes.
No one dared to come forward.
Uriel chanted the spell of ice and snow, completely freezing the vampire in place, and then chased after the frightened escapee. The mercenary who was the first to retreat was already approaching the exit of the alley. He was a mysterious creature. He used his charge to escape from the battlefield, but ended up hitting the golden rope at the exit. Only then did these crazy villains remember that they were attacking the temple of the goddess.
"I surrender!" The archer was the first to be caught up by Uriel, and he howled and begged. Uriel kicked him and sent him to keep company with the assassin under the box. Another assassin futilely cut through the chains, and as the apprentice neared the magically sealed exit, the mercenary beheaded him and fell to his knees, pleading for his life.
His move surprised the apprentice, but it had the opposite effect. "I intended to keep you alive for now," Uriel told him. The frost blade slashed across from bottom to top, the mercenary's head fell to the ground, and his eyes met with his fellow assassins.
