"My life is in your hands." Uriel pointed out, "Besides, there is a huge gap in mystery between us."
"Knight Commander Lemons Theodore probably thinks so too."
"Then you should understand that it wasn't me who defeated him."
"I'm glad you are self-aware, but what I should know has nothing to do with you." Azbi said indifferently, "The Holy Scriptures must be returned to the church. If you can't do it, someone else will be able to do it. Risks and benefits are always there. It’s not directly proportional, kid, I know this truth better than you.”
"What if I swear not to resist?"
The ascetic replied: "The wizard believes that the reliability of the oath comes from the environment in which the oath is taken, so all promises, except those written with fire and blood, cannot be trusted."
He doesn't know me as well as he thought, Uriel thought. "Then as you wish, my lord."
The fire swayed with a mysterious pull. He couldn't describe what it felt like. Uriel faced the unfolded parchment and began to read. The golden divine words shone brightly, forcing Brother Azby to look away. "In the name of the goddess. I hereby swear—"
"I am against all corruption, pestilence, and devil's schemes."
The first sentence made the monk notice something unusual. "What are you talking about?" Azby asked with a frown. Obviously he could recognize that this was the declaration of the Knights of the Cross, but maybe he had almost forgotten it. Uriel ignored him.
"I oppose all riots, disputes, and illegal duels."
The magic power stirred uneasily, and the monk's expression changed. Are these steps? The question was almost written on his face. Uriel had no time to care about his uncertain demeanor and continued to read calmly:
"I oppose doctrines that disrespect the sacred flag and profane the Proverbs."
"My honor is the shadow of virtue, my loyalty the sword of truth."
“When evil comes, God will bless the brave!”
There was a brilliant flash of light in the darkness, like a thunder cloud breaking through the rain clouds, and the midday sun breaking into the predawn night. A mysterious torrent spurted out from the parchment, and the magical chains in the monk's hands turned into pieces of light golden butterflies and flew away.
...This phenomenon means that the mystery of the Scroll of Oath at this moment is at least higher than that of the high ring.
Brother Azby's face showed the embarrassment of being fooled. "Heresy!" he declared loudly, while unfolding Gaia's magic.
The flame of the soul breaks its shackles in the mysterious waves, and the abundant magic power is even worse than the flood that bursts the embankment, singing to fill the long-dried bones and flesh. Uriel reached into the Scroll of Oath and pulled out from the halo and phantom a three-foot-long golden sword that was full of dynamics and composed of complex divine inscriptions.
He made no comment on Brother Azby's sentence, and the knight's oath was exactly what he wanted to say. The apprentice waved his sword and slashed away the flying Holy Commandment, and its remaining light swept across his face like a ball of cotton wool. What a merciful goddess. Brother Azby chanted a magic spell and manipulated the divine chain to launch an attack. Uriel overturned the table and used hard obstacles to avoid it. The iron windows and torch holders of the cell were smashed to pieces, and the bucket rolled up the stone steps.
The dancing chains whipped around in the small space, and most smart people would avoid the attack. The ascetic monk took the opportunity to get a chance to breathe, and immediately prepared new techniques to resume the battle rhythm. But Uriel climbed over the cover and quickly closed in to cut the monk's throat. The chain seized the opportunity, aimed at his chest, and shot out, but it passed through the apprentice's armpit. More magical radiances connected to form a shelter, and Uriel's long sword scratched out a long string of sparks on the screen in front of the monk's throat, but in the end it was in vain.
There was a strange sense of tacit understanding in fighting Gaia's priests, he admitted, but this sense of tacit understanding was not the main factor that prevented him from achieving success with one blow. Brother Azby expressionlessly manipulated the divine chain to twist towards the apprentice. The tricky angle was enough to make Uriel's agility useless unless he flew up. Flying is not an easy task for a Ring Order... Uriel turned his blade to block. The two divine texts drawn by different kinds of fire came into contact with each other, and the ring-like chain dissolved on the golden sword.
The shield can move forward under pressure, but Uriel has never learned the skill of holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. Joey hadn't had time to teach him yet. He had to back away to avoid the chains. The battle seems to be a matter of looking for opportunities, and the experienced and energetic church monks are far better at controlling the pace of the battle than Uriel, who has not recovered from his serious injury.
"You should run away, child." The monk instructed with a friendly smile. "Sorrow and anger cover your reason, which will waste the last chance and lead you to destruction." As soon as he finished speaking, the magical barrier in front of Azby turned into a curtain wall of flames and pushed across the corridor, and all obstacles along the way were destroyed. Ignite, incinerate, and even leave no ashes. In terms of power, none of the meager magical skills Uriel has learned can compete with it, let alone counter it.
The screen of fire left him as little time to think as a careless blink of an eye, and Uriel's shoulder hit the bright fireworks before the sword. Brother Azby changed his gestures and turned the blow into a fatal trap without hesitation, even though he had no idea that he was facing a demon and that the other party also held a mysterious item that seemed to be a sacred book. He has a trait that Uriel already knew. Like Iaconi, it is the decisiveness that belongs to Nightingale.
The space near the stairs was as suffocating as the inside of the fireplace. Brother Azby stood on the edge of the messy flame track and watched the fire pouring into the cracks of the dungeon, eventually expanding and spreading into a sea of fire. The divine script chain was connected again. It stopped moving forward and carefully coiled around Brother Azby, building an unbreakable defense... But the divine script rope popped out faster than a snake bite and penetrated the monk's back from between the ribs. .
At the same time, Uriel burst out of the flames with a diffuse white mist, and the golden sword swept across the narrow stairs, leaving a satisfyingly wide wound on the monk's throat. He glared at the apprentice in confusion and remorse, then fell down with a hiss.
"Go to hell, you damn liar," Uriel told him. "Wait for me there."
Azby Zion let out a long sigh and his soul left his body.
With a clang, the golden sword fell to the ground, and the roar it made was low and short. This magical weapon turned the tide of the battle for him, but as its master he now cannot give it the treatment it deserves. Uriel let go, the gravel hurting his knees. The air was horribly thin, and weakness and pain flowed back into the body when breathing. The unrestricted fire brought him magic power, but his physical reserves were not enough to support such a high-intensity battle. Fortunately, he won and Berti could not affect his luck. Joey sealed the Broken Moon and returned to the altar.
He turned his head.
The fire was still burning, and shadows danced wildly on the stone wall, but no one came down the stone steps, and no one shouted outside. I've seen this scene before, in Screaming Castle and Four Leaf City. More than once. The familiar sense of sight brought a terrible impulse, and he suddenly wanted to throw himself into the flames at all costs, even though he knew there was nothing inside.
Uriel stood up and staggered up the broken stone steps. He believed that every step he took was filled with questions. Where am I going? He tried to recall his motives, but what came to mind were the stone statues of the Bloodborn in Knox's bar and study room... and he gained an absurd amount of encouragement from them. But where am I going? I am neither a mercenary nor a knight of the cross. After losing Roma, he was too embarrassed to face Croita. I seem to be losing touch with Knox, Uriel thought. His arrival would be of no benefit to anyone... but he must leave immediately. Where am I going? When the apprentice found two bottles of holy water from the corpse and was able to climb on horseback and leave the church, this problem still troubled him.
The weather in Silverding City in the Frost Moon is turning from sunny to thundery. There have been complicated weather conditions on both sides of the Jinque River recently, and now except for sunny days, every kind of weather has brought worries to the residents of Silverdome City. This small riverside town is struggling with flooding, with overflowing puddles and gullies everywhere. Uriel rushed out of the church without being stopped, but was forced to rein in his horse in the street. There are no complete roads for horses to pass through. The rugged towns are covered with a huge water network, and the neighborhoods near the docks are in ruins. He had also seen a similar scene when the undead attacked Four Leaf City, and this scene was being staged in every city downstream of the Golden Bird River. The only difference is that no one is here to save them this time.
The first person Uriel met was a girl with a baby. Even from ten yards away, he could tell that the baby was already dead. She carried the body on her back and called for help, holding on to a broken beam. When he saw them, Uriel almost fell off his horse. The world was spinning, and the turbid river water seemed to be filled with blood. When the apprentice finally regained his composure and approached, the water suddenly became turbulent. Thunder and lightning flashed for a moment in the rain, and on the snowy water, the beam and the girl disappeared.
He turned around as if he had been punched in the chest and was trying to escape. Where am I going? Where can I go? He was in the midst of a blood-red prophecy, and nothing mattered anymore. A dark future is coming.
Uriel drove his horse to gallop, trying his best to leave the illusion behind. Some low-rise urban streets were flooded, leaving only roofs and chimneys poking out of the water. He stopped taking detours and drove his horses straight to the northwest. As he neared the water, a mysterious road of frost stretched before him. The mount jumped onto the ice and galloped across the ice without fear, a broken weathercock passing by, and a noble flag flapping in the heavy rain. River ditches, ruins and high walls were unable to stop him. Towers and battlements watched silently as he approached and then moved away, just like the dream he had in the church.
When he left Silvercrest City and the Flood behind, the Broken Moon rose into the southern sky. Uriel was drinking his horse by the river and couldn't help but look at the night sky. Under the starry sky, the gradually increasing black cracks in the broken moon vaguely formed the reflection of Kamaria.
He already knew where he was going.
