The arrival of the messenger completely made the situation out of control. Kos Lue screamed, "The White Envoy!" as if no one else could recognize him. He then looked at Uriel, and now he could finally open his eyes wider—larger than normal, in fact. A kind of disgust appeared in his eyes, with the greatest degree of malice that could be displayed. I really don’t know where Caus Lue’s strong emotions come from. The apprentice waved his sword in greeting.
"It seems that the battle at the port is over, Lord Bishop." Iaconi did not hesitate and quickly digested the shock. "The clergy retreat as quickly as possible, Cross Knights! Stop them!"
The knights guarding the church rushed up the steps. The messenger kicked away the glass pieces from the soles of his shoes, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
"I met a bishop who was easier to talk to." Uriel sighed, "I thought I could let him find Aiken directly."
"Did I mess up your little plan?"
"No. It couldn't be realized in the first place. There is someone here who is hard to talk to, and his eyes are much better than Cos Luet." He hesitated for a moment, "Give me a little more time."
The first cross knight to rush forward hit the messenger's magic and fell down the stairs. But the messenger actually took a step back. "Release the magic first." The frost turned into snowflakes and dissipated, and he immediately got off the ground, avoiding the waving spear.
"I have to study this thing." Uriel grabbed the protruding handle on the side of the dial and let a knight's sword pass. He kicked the opponent's chest, and the weight of the armor made the knight fall backwards. "This is not the alchemy core! I can't dismantle it, otherwise the church will not be able to stop the dark wizard troops coming."
"They can't stop it."
He's right. Uriel had this intention from the beginning. Dark wizards were harassing them in front of the door. As long as the magical foundation was solved, the Cross Knights left behind in the church could not hinder them. This is a way to kill two birds with one stone. Most of the clergy left the scope of the magic base to support Fishbone Alley. Most of the people who stayed were the Cross Knights. They were not greatly affected and could completely deal with the enemy. This was what he originally thought. , but then it was discovered that the person calling the shots here was actually the Bishop of Silverdome City, Kos Luai.
For Uriel, none of the clergy in Silverdome City is trustworthy: Father Andren is a nightingale involved in sinful transactions, and Brother Azby wants to kill him to keep the secret. Iconi Fairwin was not from Silvercrest City, but he sent Uriel into the church dungeon with a sword there, and let Roma be swept away by the flood. The locals might feel comfortable handing over the church to him, but Uriel had no confidence at all. The dark wizard troops have arrived. Although they have lost the leader of the Demon Society, they are still a long way from being completely defeated.
Regardless of the fact that Bishop Kaos cannot do without the protection of the magical base, when the guarding knights show their weakness, he will run faster than anyone else, just like he is now.
The Lord Bishop had disappeared, and another knight rushed forward and tried to chop off his feet. Uriel bent down to hold his sword, and then stepped on the guy's helmet. Someone's weapon almost scratched the dial. The apprentice exerted force and the sword bounced away, causing the knight he was fighting to step back and knock him aside. They glared at him.
You should show guilt. Uriel wants to remind these people that the foundation of divine magic is yours, not mine. But he didn't speak. In the blink of an eye, the apprentice once again forgot the "teachings" of his mentor and was distracted by the mechanically rotating pointer under his feet.
"While the magical field is taking effect, continue to block them!" Iaconi urged, he had discovered the enemy's abnormality. When the messenger first infiltrated the church, he was caught off guard and was discovered by divine magic. Then he immediately took off and chose to bombard with magic, but now he has changed his combat method. "Don't attack the magic foundation! We still have a chance before it is destroyed."
Iconi Fairvin keenly sensed the key. In the church, the priest who can be chosen as a nightingale is obviously not someone like Bishop Kaos. Perhaps he would not lead the Knights of the Cross in retreat. But attitude and ability are two different things. Precisely because Iaconi is a nightingale, he may not be good at commanding the team. Uriel's doubts are not completely unfounded. The apprentice had noticed this when they first met, and this had happened before.
But maybe they can't survive the fight with the dark wizard. At the other end of the platform, the music of fighting was symphony. The Knights of the Cross had an absolute numerical advantage, numbering perhaps twenty or thirty, and inspired by their former commanders, they attempted to encircle an enemy they had previously been unable to defeat. Joey smashes a knight's head with an ax and wrests the shield from the dead man's hand. Another person jumped from behind him. The messenger crossed the armor and used the edge to send him flying to the floor, landing right in front of Iaconi. The commander of the church immediately abandoned his identity, abandoned the overall situation and the privilege of mobilizing the team and threw himself into the battlefield.
As far as the messenger is concerned, the church knights do not have the various magics of the dark wizards, and are at most the same level as their puppets. The knights stabbed him, slashed him, and knocked his shield, but he effortlessly dodged among swords, spears, and halberds, taking advantage of the enemy's attacks to inflict casualties. He didn't even bother to fly out of the way. Whenever someone raises his hand awkwardly while attacking, or his teammates fail to connect in time, Bai Zhizhi can always accurately put him on the list of the next person to leave. This "named" knight was either about to have his weapon removed and smashed to the ground by his ankles, or he would soon receive a heart-wrenching impact from a steel shield on his shoulder and fall to the ground unconscious in a nauseating dizziness.
Uriel caught a glimpse of his mentor's battle out of the corner of his eye. Everything he can touch becomes his weapon, and the enemy's armor and protective gear are meaningless in the tricky counterattack. The knights had their arms twisted, knees broken, and heads cut off in the collision, and Joey only had to throw away his severely damaged shield and replace it with new equipment. Under his hands, these well-trained and battle-hardened church elites turned into a bunch of dull, dull ducks running around in circles, chasing him in vain as the number of members continued to decrease. Bring tears of sympathy.
Compared to the collision of magic and mystery, this kind of close combat is more straightforward. The messenger's movements were smooth and powerful. When he nailed a sneak attacker to the pillar without looking back, the knights gave up the hopeless game with this extreme technique and instead adopted a free-flowing method to slow down the attrition rate.
Even so, he was still not satisfied. "What are you doing?" the instructor asked the apprentice, "How long will it take?"
Uriel felt that Joey didn't need to care whether the magic base was in effect or not. "Half a minute?" he replied hesitantly.
After actually coming into contact with the divine spell base, he realized that it was not just Gaia's divine inscriptions but also many obscure magic inscriptions engraved on it. Unfortunately, Uriel only had one harvest month to learn magic text, and this kind of language knowledge was not as easy to acquire as combat skills. Half of his thesaurus is professional terms from astrology, and the other half is basic vocabulary stuffed in through cramming. It is just right for the test, but it is too difficult for him to use it flexibly.
"If the hand is still spinning after half a minute, I'll take it apart and use it as a stick." Joey gave the ultimatum and then turned around to search for the next unlucky opponent.
Iconi Fairwin is slightly stronger than the average Cross Knight. His advantage lies in judging the gap between the enemy and ourselves, and then choosing targets rationally. Uriel shifted positions on the dial to break away from a knight, while coincidentally avoiding his sword. The blade stopped suddenly in front of the magic pattern of the mysterious object.
"Get off!" the knight shouted, "if you still believe in Gaia."
Are you really going to compete with me? Uriel opened the spear with a strike of his sword. His power exploded in the block, and a Crusader fell back irresistibly, and then fell down the stairs wrapped in his own cloak.
"Because I believe in my God, you will not die at the hands of a dark wizard." He couldn't help but touch his chest. The old wound was penetrated by Lord Mercury's sharp blade a few hours ago, and was repaired by the effect of holy water. If it hadn't been for Lametta, he would have barely felt its pain. "I will deal with you myself, Iconi," Uriel told him, "in return for the lesson you taught me."
"I haven't taught you enough lessons," the knight roared. His eyes cast a look of hatred that was astonishing. Kos Lue may have resented me for teasing him, but Uriel didn't know why Iaconi's emotions had become so intense. Did I blaspheme his faith? Or did it shatter his self-deceptive rhetoric? Regardless, the knight charged at him first, before the apprentice could move away from the dial.
For a moment, Uriel thought he was about to face a fierce battle. His wound ached vaguely, his fingers were numb from repeated battles, and his feeling was quite dull. This was not the best time for him. He should have been worried about this and concentrated all his energy on thinking about tactics and observing the enemy, but he couldn't help but think about those weird magic words, Roma and Mana, and Nanna. . The apprentice carried the sword, which would now be too light for him to hold with both hands. Something was wrong, he decided.
Uriel finally saw Iaconi Fairwin's sword. The steel shone in the sun, and the standard crest on the blade rushed toward his chest angrily. Its trajectory seems to drag out a dreamy strip of light, like a reflection in stained glass...
...but Uriel did not jump directly. He suppressed all his emotions and paused calmly for a second before strength surged into his lower limbs. In this second, he fell on the side of Iaconi. The knight's sword only cut through his arm, while Uriel's sword cut through the white robe and penetrated Iaconi's heart from the back.
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