The feeling of killing a cultist is no different from killing an ordinary person, Uriel thought to himself, the same two eyes, the same fragile eyes. Mystic's helmet won't be completely sealed either. He shook the blood off the knife and picked up the Cross Knight's spear. Steel is lighter than ice, but just as powerful as an arm. He deflected the enemy's sword and jumped over the corpse, so far that the tip of the sword grazed the joint of the gauntlet. The Cross Knight let go of his hand as if he had been bitten by a snake, and the weapon clattered to the ground.
Uriel rushed forward.
The spear spun and sliced through flesh and bone separated from it. He continued forward, aiming for the enemy's throat. The severed limb fell into the pit, and the knight who lost his arm screamed. His companion rushed down the steps, and the magic blade whizzed out, grazing the apprentice's shoulder and shooting into the stone pillar. The shock caused the spear to cut a hideous gash on the gorget, but did not touch the skin.
Uriel dodged the attack, but not the splash of stone powder, and had to retreat to maintain his vision. Fortunately, his ears were not affected. When a certain priest recited a hymn, Uriel slipped into the shadows again.
Following the violent earthquake, a fountain-like cluster of light rose up in the open space where he had been standing. The waves even penetrated the dome of the church, casting down a bright and soft rain curtain. The Crusaders rushing around were forced to retreat, but the wounded were bathed in the light rain and seemed to be temporarily freed from pain.
Uriel doesn't know this magic, he hasn't even learned it. The scriptures Joey gave him contained most of the sacred commandments of the Gaia Church. He was unable to study them one by one, so he had to choose the more practical ones. This magical spell requires a large amount of magic power, and although the damage caused is considerable, it is not proportional to the cost. The reason is that the extra cost is used to relieve the injuries of the friendly party. It was not something Uriel considered because there were no friendly clerics in the tower who could benefit from healing.
Now he understood its power. The lightly wounded knights stood up again, and the clergy got rid of the burden of the seriously wounded. The radiance of the Holy Commandment dispels the shadows, forcing the apprentice to give up hiding within them.
Maybe I should get serious. The thought passed by in a flash. Uriel deflected the flying crossbow arrows, and even the crossbow couldn't hit him. From Malandeno to Moniantoros, the magic he accumulated along the way can form a new mysterious scripture. None of the magic here can compete with the mentor's magic, but when combined, the power cannot be underestimated. The Scroll of Oath gives him the mysterious power to choose at will, and the number of enemies cannot change the quality. There was no way he could be stopped until he met Kongjing.
But he couldn't do that.
The Church of Gaia is a behemoth that has existed for nearly a thousand years. Putting aside its mystery, the individual level is too small compared to the religious order. It is difficult to expect someone to initiate innovation from the top down. In fact, the pope also steps down when the root of the problem is reached - and this is not without precedent. During the church's weakest period, the monks abandoned their original pope and surrendered the entire Church of Gaia to the School of Silence. From this point of view, no matter who wears that precious crown on his head, it is of little use. The Church of Gaia is not the Holy Council of Light, nor is the Pope its agent.
Therefore, he could not change canons through the pope, nor could he rely on violence to issue orders. Uriel knew that what he did was often contrary to his purpose. But he did need these people—these fanatics who worshiped the glory of the past, these die-hard adherents of the monastic order, these clergy bound by dogma and blind obedience.
If one out of ten people still has a conscience, he must fight for it, no matter the cost. Because these people are part of the cult, they are the grain of sand that changes the balance. After Eastman kills Iaconi, the Apprentice finds that this is the only way he can go. The destruction and establishment of the Church of Gaia can only be initiated on the old foundation stone. A new Gaia is more in line with people's expectations than a new god. Uriel realizes that he must retain certain things, such as his vigilance against demonic societies. Once it goes too far, these nameless people will take advantage of it. The apprentices distrusted them. If you remember what happened at Gray Wing Island and Knight's Cove, you will agree with him.
After all, he thought, I'm starting to think I can make it.
Uriel spent most of his time in Moniantoros in fear of leading his companions to death. He had to admit, but he put the safety of Dalton and York more seriously than his own mission. This unsettled him, even though the Tower Seer believed he could change fate. The apprentice knows what the problem is. The root cause is that the prophet did not mention the price of success. If I had to give anything to win, it wouldn't be against the prophecy...
...until he saw the Silver Song Knight in his dream.
The last glory of Aurenia was concentrated in this legendary legion. It had excellent leaders and elite knights, and played a decisive role in the court and on the battlefield. In front of the Silver Song Holy Knights, the Cross Knights of Gaia Church suddenly pale in comparison. There is no greater legend than the Silver Song Knights, and there is no more terrifying enemy than them.
Saint Valoran surrendered to the Knights of Silversong, but even so, there were forest races who were unwilling to beg for mercy and tried to resist. They refused the peace offered by obedience, even though the goddess Heather taught them to cherish life. Disagreement abounds, and the apprentice realizes that the Church of Gaia is not beyond redemption. This gave him hope.
"You killed them."
Uriel heard Roma's voice. Unexpectedly, the magical plant that was sent was still alive. He lowered his head to find the flower and picked up the broken stem. "You shouldn't see this," the apprentice scolded. Forget it, it doesn't matter if you look at it, she won't know it anyway.
"Is it my luck, or is this Otto's guidance. Are those people dead?"
"...No." Uriel did not want to kill any monk except those involved in the sinful transaction. It's a pity that these nightingales have no intention of letting him go. Now that the battle has come to an end, the church is littered with wounded and wounded, and rivers of blood flow. He beat them all and felt effortless. The brilliant results made Uriel vaguely aware of his position in the mysterious realm, but his enemies still didn't understand. "But not many are alive."
"Are you hurt?"
There was still a dull pain in his shoulder and side. Winning is one thing, coming out unscathed is another. Although he failed to achieve both goals. If any Knight of Proverbs without a Scroll of Oath stood here, he would be executed by the Cross Knight on the spot. This can only be considered a minor injury. "I have a way to deal with it, Roma, see you next time."
"But... is this the job of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" The little lion swallowed, "I don't want to fight with so many people." She frowned, probably remembering the tragic scene when she was chased by the green elf in the Shimmer Forest. . "But you can handle it, right?"
Uriel knew what she was afraid of. "Don't worry, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs doesn't always have work." He crossed a corpse and said, "Goodbye, we will meet again soon." Roma must not understand the meaning of this sentence. The apprentice shatters the stems and uses Lady Mabel's magic to construct a dream.
...The anchor instantly dragged him back to reality.
"So the unknown ones are more mysterious than us?" asked the little lion. Uriel stopped and stood by the balcony. Under the cover of night, the village church looks quiet and peaceful. Nothing happened, the goddess's feet were still clean. The apprentice turned around and climbed up to the roof. There were no innocent people waiting for rescue, and no priests who could be shaken. The nightingale's trap could not kill him, and he could not win.
"Not necessarily." He told Roma, "Many times, the danger of the Nameless Ones comes from secret societies. Others are almost just prey of demon hunters, and they can't even use their own magic." He paused suddenly. "I'm sorry, there is something wrong with my expression... For the occult realm, secret societies are more dangerous, but for mortals, there is nothing more terrifying than someone around you suddenly gaining control of demonic power. Can you understand, Roma? "
The little lion didn't reply.
"Did you meet the Nameless One at church?" another girl asked. This can be regarded as her first communication with Uriel.
"Of course, after all, this is the place where you are most likely to encounter demons."
"Why?"
This girl had no idea at all, and Uriel couldn't help but smile. Although he felt he shouldn't laugh. "Only the kitchen has the most firewood, Miss Sabina. This is the same reason that the Sheriff's Department has the most criminals."
The astrologer lady also stopped talking. He didn't think twice about saying anything offensive.
He returned to his landing spot, and York, who was on duty, quickly unlatched the door. This thing can't protect against mysterious creatures, but it can serve as an early warning. This is a herdsman's thatched cottage far away from the village. There are only a few stones around, a smelly straw pile and an abandoned well. But there were more than just two people resting there. "Is there a situation?" Sita was keenly aware of his emotions.
"It's a trap."
"They say nightingales fly fast, but we don't encounter many. So we are waiting here." The orange-faced man complained as usual, without closing the door. "Then the old monk is still asleep. Do you want to wake him up?"
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