Divine magic can allow him to distinguish subtle sounds, and can also make him deaf in the noise. But when Uriel truly entered the church's trap, the chaotic noises and terrifying roars disappeared. Instead, the quarreling voices of priests and clergy occupied his hearing. To do this, he only needs to inject magic power into the relevant body parts.
"No such thing!" roared a respected man. His voice sounds like the kind of person who often roars - strong, powerful, full of breath, with a shocking majesty and a bit of earnestness, as if he is always ready to dissuade those who disagree with him from a dual perspective of law and theory. People turn from darkness to light. "The enemies of the church are only ungodly heretics, not loose troops organized by local gangs of gangsters and pirates. Maintaining law and order is the job of the Quiet School, and they volunteer! People who are accustomed to meddling in other people's affairs never end well."
"We have an obligation to protect the town." Someone retorted.
"The duty of the Cross Knight is to guard the church. What's more, the church has already sent most of its teams to support Fishbone Alley."
We are thirteen yards apart, Uriel thought as he flew through the air, but it sounds like we are sitting at two opposite tables in a restaurant, with only an empty aisle in between. The strong wind was beating against his eardrums, and he used all his will to restrain himself from thinking about his actual whereabouts.
"...Don't talk nonsense. No matter what, setting a trap for the sky is too stupid!" This protest still pales in the high notes, not to mention that its scale is gradually declining. But it does tell the truth.
"What can be changed by discussing what happened? We now need to deal with the consequences of it! The consequences! The wizards of the school have no time for this kind of thing, unless we hold on until they are free."
They were arguing about traps and wizards. Considering the current situation of Beacon Town and the critical war situation, this does not seem to be a clever issue. Uriel stretched out a long rope made of frost toward the church steeple, which he would use to reduce the impact and avoid breaking bones when he landed.
"Don't you understand? It is a fact that the White Envoy attacked the church, and there is absolutely no way we can prevent him from doing it again. Eastman is a tributary of the Tower, and nothing he does to us will be considered a breach of the contract. Dear Lord Calth , what is the use of maintaining the magic blockade now?"
"That's not the point. You want to give up the church and the sanctuary of the goddess! Davlus gave his church to me, not for you to throw it away when you are timid. The White Envoy? Since he is a patrol envoy, He should first deal with the demons that haunt Beacon Town. And even he can't ignore the effect of the divine magic foundation. I said before, meddling in other people's affairs without authorization -" Suddenly, a series of harsh friction sounds interrupted him if. An arrow penetrated the window and nailed the respected man in front of his toes. He fell down on the chair in panic and was bounced up by the bulging sponge.
The chain was much heavier than expected, and the out-of-control hook passed his ideal target with sparks and caught an iron flagpole a little later. Uriel didn't know if the instructor had included this small accident in the parameters considered when exerting force, but at least the consequence of not having it was only a few inches of deviation. The arrows missed his trajectory and fell behind him, and even the magic thrown at him failed to hit. Unfortunately, their existence still caused a certain degree of disturbance to the apprentices.
A sharp pain shot through his shoulder as the pulling force passed by. Uriel passed through the smoke screen and suddenly lost his vision. In his panic, he broke through the magical barrier, the cross flag, three rows of neat and solemn gray and white tile roofs, and the gorgeous roof ridge below decorated as the door of heaven. The frost shield of "Lonely Praise" shattered under the impact. For a few seconds, Uriel thought that he was also shattered into pieces like it. There were many phantoms before his eyes, and his ears were filled with the groans of the vibrating bones. Eventually he fell to the floor and slid until he reached a set of steps.
All the vocal throats stopped vibrating due to excessive surprise. The sunlight penetrated a piece of stained glass, and they closed their eyes because they impulsively turned their heads to face the light. "Enemy attack!" Only a respected voice shouted.
The cross knights responded by raising their shields, while the priests tried in vain to cast magical spells - as expected, the goddess did not perform a miracle based on her preference for one of them. At this moment, without the embellishment of divine words and brilliant brilliance, they looked like a group of exaggerated monkeys on a circus stage.
"Get him!" someone screamed as Uriel scrambled to his feet. A guard sprang out from each side of the stairs. The knights narrowed their eyes and launched an attack, only to knock their sword blades on each other's helmets. He took the opportunity to stand up and placed the plate of clear and shining holy water on his face. The refreshing and hot stimulation made him shiver and wake him up completely.
His actions were emergency measures, but not in the eyes of church personnel. The Crusaders issued warnings such as 'heresy' and 'attacker' in the huge cloud of dust and sawdust. Some people loudly questioned the situation in front of the door, and some even turned around and ran away - Uriel naturally couldn't see through it. The smoke was just that the other party was running and shouting at the same time. It was really difficult for people not to tell that the source of the sound was gradually receding.
But some people were lucky enough to stand on the steps and were not affected by the series of emergencies brought about by Uriel. He fired a flash of red at the apprentice, and Uriel jumped nimbly to the left, the light crackling through a statue. This is not magic, but witchcraft. He suddenly realized that he might have to overcome more than just a fall to achieve his goal.
At this time, the other party also recognized the weapon in the apprentice's hand. "He is not a puppet of the dark wizard." He reminded everyone, "We are outnumbered, so this is not difficult to deal with."
Uriel felt the need to prove that he was more difficult to deal with than the sorcerer golem, so he sent him a flying sword light. The guy dressed as an ascetic retreated to get out of the way, but he didn't expect that the power of the sword directly turned the entire stone staircase into pieces, and he rolled down the stairs with an ouch. If Uriel's plan was to kill everyone in the church, he would definitely die now. It's just the apprentice who chooses to take control of the situation. He quickly rushed up the steps and stabilized his center of gravity with the help of the tall sacred dial.
The smoke cleared, but the Cross Knight did not dare to step forward. Uriel's frost blade stood still in the center of the magic base like an hour hand. As long as he struck down with his sword, the precious mysterious item would turn into scrap metal. Unless someone is sure that the time it takes him to run up the platform is shorter than raising his hand, no one dares to act rashly.
"What do you want to do?" a priest asked.
"I'm looking for someone," Uriel replied. "I'll leave when I find him. You can trust me."
"Dreaming!" Someone immediately refuted, "Gaia believers will not accept such a shameless threat, and it is even more impossible to exchange a person's life for the foundation of divine magic. Knight! Go and capture him."
"It's okay to listen to your conditions." The respected voice said. Its owner was not tall. He was dressed entirely in a bishop's robe, with still wet wine on the lapel. He stood at the door, trying to look like he had just stepped into the church. But the stained glass made the sunlight so majestic that he had to squint his eyes. "Be careful and don't touch that long pointer. I suggest you put the sword down first, I mean, you can always pull it out anyway."
"Who are you?" Uriel thought he looked familiar.
"I am Kaos Lue, Bishop of Silvercrest City."
"Then you should be helping the victims by the river now."
"Or get drunk in the tavern." Uriel heard someone mutter with the high level of mystery.
"I have been called by the goddess to hand over matters to others," Bishop Cos-Loue solemnly declared. "I can assure you, sir, that they will never do worse than I did."
"If your guarantee is really effective, then meet my conditions. I am looking for a person: he is less than one year old, and his name is Aiken. He was taken from his mother by your nuns from the Church of Gaia. Right now That mother is waiting for me to take her son back at Iron Claw City Church."
"You mean the punishment for those *** girls?"
Uriel tapped the dial with the spine of his sword, and Bishop Calth shut his mouth. "I know that you are not very satisfied with my evaluation of the side business of the monastery. It doesn't matter, Lord Bishop. After it is made public, decent people will make a decision. Now, bring the child to me."
Bishop Kaos looked at the person next to him and tilted his head, which seemed to make him feel more comfortable. "It is impossible to find the children of Iron Claw City in Beacon Town. You should go back to the royal capital."
I came here all the way from Ironclaw, Uriel wanted to tell him, and I searched every church and monastery along the way. He still held out hope and prayed that Aiken would not fall into the hands of the vampires. If there is no trace of Aiken in Knights Bay, then this is an empty delusion from the beginning. He didn't say much about these things.
"For some reason, I believe you will find traces of his existence in Beacon Town. His name may have been changed, but I have his photo. Find him, bring him to me, and your magical foundation will be It won't be turned into parts. To tell you the truth, I just learned a way to completely destroy the mysterious object. Yes, it is a model of this size. It will leave pieces as big as your palms."
Bishop Kaos panicked. The reason he insisted on staying in the church was because of the protection of the magical base. It can add a considerable increase to the divine magic of the clergy, and can also suppress other types of mysteries, scout the battlefield, and serve as an important hub for message relay. If the argument Uriel had just heard was taken literally, the dial also had a sacred mission to resist Joey's intrusion.
"You can't do this!" he yelled uncontrollably, not daring to move. "We will find the kid, but it will take time. Find it now!"
