The wizard stopped. He slowly transformed back into Bernard Sterling, rather than some bizarre embodiment. "'The Gospel of Gaia'?"
"Section 18." Uriel let out a long breath, not knowing where the tension came from. But he could sense that something was back to normal, and he could still cope with it. "Religion will give us the answer, my lord. I need not trouble myself."
"Yeah." Sterling turned around. "Give yourself to the gods, what is there to worry about? Happiness will rule you, it is your emperor. Just pray...prayer is enough. Very well, since you refuse, go and bring it to Joe E. I can't think of anything else you can do to help by staying here."
This is just a dream, Uriel, you have nothing to fear. "No, he won't go either." It's better to argue with Parsul than to kill "experimental materials". "Sorry, Lord Sterling, I do not accept your order. I am not the Silver Song Knight."
"But the real Knights of Silversong."
"Have you forgotten? Joey and Mr. Bogart are already the guards of the temple, and they are not the Knights of Silver Song." Uriel found the switch of the lens barrel and crushed the glass. "You can do with the nightingale as you wish, my lord, but remember to use it sparingly. This is the last 'material'."
Bernard frowned: "How dare you offend the imperial nobles?"
This is no longer a question of dare or not. "If it's offensive," he said without flinching, "then so be it."
"The Temple will not protect you—"
"That's right, I guess Croita won't either. Whose protection do you think I need? You should consider this issue. How can a noble title protect you from swords now?" Uriel drew out his sword and held the golden talisman. Wen Yiyi shines.
Things would not have come to this point. The impression of the future "Second Truth" on the apprentice still affects his attitude. Respecting the saint thousands of years later does not mean that we must fully accept his crazy experiments thousands of years ago. In Uriel's eyes, only the necromancers of Gavash would make a fuss about corpses, and these guys are inhumane. He can even understand the Necromancer, after all, the Nameless One is equivalent to the devil in the future.
Uriel bets that Bernard Sterling has done more exaggerated things before, such as secretly capturing civilians and experiments on mysterious creatures. Titles of nobility are a powerful tool for twisting the law. If I pursue Joey's memory and ignore the misdeeds of Orenia, then I'm really doing something wrong.
"Doubt is the key to knowledge"
The magic spread out on the floor like a beam of light, and Uriel stepped back to the door, just enough to avoid the mysterious shroud. The next moment, wisps of white smoke rose from the ground, and a pungent burning smell filled the room. For a moment, it was difficult for him to judge the effect of this witchcraft.
"The ignorant are fearless." Bernard commented, "Instinct will not save you every time." He knocked on the experimental table. Uriel wanted to continue to retreat vigilantly, but suddenly found that he could not move.
Not a mystery. A weak stream of air brushed his forehead, and the apprentice subconsciously slashed at the air in front of him. There was a loud bang, and something invisible hit the blade. This time it is. He soon got "Proverbs."
"unbreakable"
"Experience replaces instinct." The wizard turned around and ignored him. Uriel pulled the sword across his eyes and finally figured out that a transparent barrier of spikes had formed in the air. As long as he relaxed a little, the barrier would instantly turn into a thorn board hitting him. Every mystery he's encountered as a defense since lighting the Fire seems to be extremely offensive. The apprentice had to maintain the posture of raising his weapon.
"You entered the team through Veronka's introduction, Uriel, don't worry about falling into their fate." Bernard pointed to the praying corpse beside the wall, "But don't be too reassured, your career is worth it. Observe. It is indeed a priesthood, but no one can use the Holy Commandment like this. What happened to that sword?"
Before this, no one had ever asked him about the Rune Sword, not even monks or wizards. Uriel thought that the mysterious realm had already explained this. Now it seems that maybe the School of Silence and the Tower thought that each other knew the truth about his magic... Joey might be aware of this misunderstanding, but the White Envoy was never willing to take the initiative to answer anyone's questions. Of course, it is more likely that to future generations, his magical powers are nothing surprising. "This? A new invention."
"I'm sure it's some kind of runic mystery."
"This is magic." With a soft sound, Uriel withdrew his sword, and his fire witnessed the witchcraft being shattered to pieces in front of his eyes from a strange perspective. The spikes fell like pieces of glass. But in the real field of vision, what falls is frost. Once the witchcraft is solidified in place, the apprentice can easily break it.
Immediately afterwards, Uriel passed through the shadows and delivered the golden sword to Bernard's eyes. The wizard picked up the stick holding the lens to resist, while using his other hand to protect the experimental table behind him. "Guard!" he shouted, "Are you doing this magic too?"
The apprentice actually didn't chop it down, that strange stick seemed to fit the "unbreakable" spell. What surprised him even more was the strength of the Templar wizards. Although no one stipulated that wizards could not exercise, most of the wizards he met did not have this habit. As for dark wizards, they are a little stronger, but they are far inferior to warriors.
Uriel did not respond to the wizard's question, but his question was quickly solved. Bernard suddenly let go of his hand, and the metal rod floated in the air, conveying the power of resistance. Mysterious items. He realized that eighty percent of the magic that fixed the soles of the shoes before came from mysterious items. No wonder he didn't sense the magic. These objects cause mystery in a much different way than creatures that draw on fire.
The floor began to spray white mist again, as if this was a steam bath. Uriel tried to miss the metal pole, but no one was as flexible as the mysterious object in the fight. He succeeded immediately, spinning the stick and hitting a jar of roots, sending the juice everywhere. He had to retreat to avoid these very purposeful white smoke. But when the apprentice jumped onto the experimental bench, they hesitated.
"I probably need to get a new container." The swirling white smoke accepted the order and threw itself on the experimental table. Uriel had no choice but to escape through the shadows and return to the door. The fog here is the least. He looked down to make sure he was stepping on broken ice.
"Are you interested in trying something new?" Bernard directed the gas in the vessel to continue to crystallize. "Can divine magic be corrupted by witchcraft? The two originate from the same source. Although their development directions are very different, they both belong to the magic text system. These steams come from outside the boundary wall and can effectively weaken the control of fire on magic. I miss you Don't want to miss here. So, Uriel, if you're worried about encountering them, just swing them away with your sword." He hinted clearly.
"I have no obligation to cooperate with you." The apprentice casually picked up a beaker, and the liquid inside quickly cooled down the moment his fingers touched it. Before it freezes, he pours the cold water forward, and the steam turns into water droplets and falls to the floor. "Looks like the mysterious steam is still steam," he muttered.
"You wasted a precious opportunity!"
"What do you mean?" he shot back angrily. Footsteps came from the corridor and quickly approached the door. Don't be Joey. Although Sauron said that the mentor only crossed the ring level after entering the tower, six years ago in Mortus, Uriel was at best a tie with the mentor. At that time Joey was still a free man, not even trained. "Is that witchcraft with random effects? If this is true, I don't think it is a waste at all."
"By rights, you shouldn't know its effects."
"Sometimes I don't follow common sense." The sword light flew over the experimental table and hit another jar of unknown substance. Since it was in powder form, the smell in the room was even weirder. Uriel looked at the ceiling, and this time his magic turned a corner in mid-air. "This damn place isn't full of mysterious objects, is it?"
"You've done a lot of damage."
"So, there are still a lot of things waiting for me to destroy. For example, the 'material' over there?"
"Have the missionaries in the church started threatening their opponents with dead bodies now?"
The apprentice was unmoved. "If they were still conscious, they might have applauded me right there." No one laughed at this, not Bernard, not even the dead. Of course, they didn't applaud either. "To be honest, I have never thought about using the Holy Commandment against you, sir. But if it is really the past, then I think it will not be far away that I can do the same in reality." The "Second Truth" in later generations may be related to It's different now, I hope.
"Reality?" The wizard grasped the word.
"It's just a reference. Just like the future predicted by the tower." Uriel considered the direction of attack. The previous attack with the help of shadow failed to achieve results, but now Bernard is standing under the skylight.
However, no one had time to take action. The verbal exchange wasted precious seconds before the basement door opened. The Silver Song Knight stabbed his sword in his hand and looked serious.
"Someone has sneaked in here, sir?" Uriel thought it would be Bogart. It was he who told me to come here to find Bernard Sterling. Why haven't you come now? The apprentice watched Orcus peeking his head at the door, and then made no move.
"That's obvious."
"I saw no thief, my lord."
"Where did the thief come from?" Bernard said angrily, "Get him quickly! My exogenous crystals are about to be filtered."
"You mean that missionary? He..." Orcus was about to ask in surprise when his face suddenly turned pale and he staggered forward. "he……"
"Orcus?"
A stream of blood trickled from his nose, but it was nothing compared to the rest of it. Uriel's eyes widened and he watched in horror as blood spurted out of the gap in the gorget, staining the solidified particles on the floor red. It's probably worse under armor. "He... uh..." Orkus leaned his shoulder against the door frame, lowered his head and vomited out caked pink blood. He slid down slowly and quickly shriveled up like a leaky bag. "Oh." He said angrily, and the protruding bones of his forehead hit the ground and fell into a pool of blood. These words became his last words.
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