Stepping into Gaia's most solemn temple for the first time, everything here made him nervous. Different from Eastman, the corridor here is brown-gold in color, the beams and eaves are wrapped in silver lily patterns, the reliefs are complex in shape, and the ceramic glaze is smooth, all of which are just artistic embellishments in this magnificent piece of splendor. Stepping inside, the painted windows above your head silently tell the story of Norn and the saints, and the black stone bricks under your feet piece together a imaginary picture of heaven. No matter where you look, your field of vision is filled to the brim. It’s hard not to be awestruck by this sense of abundance. Uriel felt like he had nowhere to stay.
York and Dalton were much more comfortable than he was. They, unlike me, feel a lot about it. The former throws away a Cross Knight. "This place is far worse than the Holy City."
"You mean height?"
"Architectural style." Sita pointed.
"The decoration inside and the statue of the goddess enshrined are also different. How strange, guys?" Uriel said angrily, "When did you become an architect, York?"
"I can do it anytime. I'm good at observing the terrain, and Boss Calder also asked me to learn how to build a house."
"What's the relationship between the two?" Zhuoer didn't understand.
"Meaning, he doesn't care what I'm good at."
They relied on such meaningless conversations to relieve stress, but Uriel couldn't do that. The deeper you go, the quieter the corridor becomes. There was still a scuffle outside the church. At first, he could still hear the sound of fighting, the sound of rain, and the footsteps of the Cross Knights rushing to support, but now he was the only one. York was floating sideways like a cloud of light, but Dalton had long since disappeared. The voices that rang out from time to time were running around in all directions, which was simply creepy.
Due to the efforts of the Paperclip Mercenary Group, the Cathedral has been turned into a gorgeous shell. Nine-tenths of the guarding knights were mobilized to the dock, and only a few people were able to stop them. Now he only needs to find the divine magic base, and there will be no obstacles in front of him... They will find it soon. The spiritual vision made Uriel accustomed to the feeling that his plan went smoothly. After all, he had failed countless times in dreams.
The theological foundation of the main cathedral was also more magnificent than any other church he had ever seen. It hangs in the air, like a huge clock, with circles of rings forming a smooth dial, separated by hair-like gaps. The hands are covered with fine lines and seem ready to split into hundreds of segments at any time. These small passages are the sliding push handles. They are carved from dozens of magic minerals to match the various magic words engraved on the ring to trigger the mysterious arrival of Gaia.
But when Uriel looked over, he felt that this thing was even harder to control. He didn't even want to touch it. Thank the gods, the apprentice thought, that I brought professionals with me. Dalton certainly has a way of picking out the right runes quickly.
This isn't the only obstacle. No matter how much the church devotes its attention to the dock, it is impossible to leave the foundation of divine magic defenseless. Their old friend was waiting beside a sterling silver candlestick, straightening his back like a gentleman, his hands empty. In the eyes of the apprentice, this gesture seemed comical.
"Who is this?" York asked puzzled. Sita was a little confused about the situation.
Can't blame him. This guy hasn't appeared since he lost the battle at Olsson Manor. Danlau's attacks and the resistance of various churches were carried out by his assigned men, and he never took any risks. Now in the main church of the Honey Territory, it turned out to be the first time that the two sides faced each other.
The most important thing is that you can't identify him from his clothes and behavior.
The leader of the nightingale is dressed like an unloader who makes a living at the dock, but even though he smells fishy, he can stand calmly at the feet of the goddess. But this cannot conceal his incompatibility with the luxurious palace. He had a towel wrapped around his head, and his upper body was naked. The fish-scale tie around his waist was soaked with sweat, and his lower body was wrapped in a worn-out mud-colored jacket with seams. It was as if he had changed places with the Cross Knight rushing to the battlefield.
"Tedonaradu," Uriel answered. He was on guard, but he was actually not surprised when the other party appeared here. "The Nightingale Leader of the Church."
"No." The other party also said, "I have never been so self-proclaimed, and there is no nightingale in the church. I am the secret agent of the goddess."
Sita raised her eyebrows. "Isn't this more unpleasant?"
"Who cares? After all, I have no honor at all. The reputation of the church is my reputation. I serve the goddess wholeheartedly." The leader of Nightingale walked under the magic base. Uriel realized that everything he said was sincere. "But my honor does not represent the honor of the church. This is why I am standing here now. Come here for sightseeing, Lord Messenger? Since the holy city of Zangwill can welcome you, the anti-corner city of Antoros can also welcome you. Put down your weapons , let’s go to the banquet together.”
"That's very gracious. But I thought you had other matters that needed to be dealt with immediately," Uriel pointed out, "such as the chaos outside."
"They're weapons, too."
"Same as you?" York said. "I remember we were ambushed at Olsson Manor and then had to escape Danlaw. It didn't come without a price."
"The way of serving is just boring business. Everyone has their own value, and I make full use of them. Everyone, do you plan to change the place to communicate?"
Uriel didn't care about his party. Furthermore, Tedonaradu will not reveal any information. This guy is a nightingale among nightingales, far more difficult to deal with than an ordinary priest. "Beware, there are judges around to help him," he told Sita. Otherwise, Tedonaradu would never show up on his own initiative. The Nightingale leader is the most experienced assassin. "York, can you handle this guy?"
"Unless Dalton comes to help me."
"I'm here to help you." The apprentice pulled out his sword, "Dalton has to deal with the magic foundation. Let's settle the score with him first."
The Nightingale leader stood there and listened to their countermeasures word for word. Uriel did not hide it from him, after all, this intention was obvious. But the other party didn't seem to be planning to take action.
"Why fight to the death?" Tedonaradu stared at the apprentice, "The goddess guided you here, Uriel, you misunderstood the will of God."
Regarding divine will, Uriel felt that he knew more than the other party. "The gods are gone." He used these words for the first time on his enemies. The rune sword turned into a chain and hit the stone brick where the nightingale rested.
A door made of magic words opened on the ground, and Tedonaradu disappeared into it. The magic of the ladder has completely changed the way this assassin fights. But Uriel raised a magical barrier on the right side in advance, just in time to resist the dagger stabbing from the void. "Back there!" He even had time to warn.
York jumped forward to the left, invisible ripples passed him by, and a crack as thick as an arm suddenly appeared on the marble tile floor, spreading nearly four yards in length. Sita turned her head to look, and was so frightened that she took two steps forward.
"What?" he shouted.
Sauron quickly informed them of things like magic rays, but they were controlled by ladders, and they were now hard to guard against.
Uriel waved his hand and set up a magical barrier. The complete defense could effectively resist the attack. But the assassin jumped down from above his head again, his dagger shining brightly, slicing through the light curtain made of divine characters. He turned sideways, and that dangerous arm moved behind his back in an instant, shattering the barrier again. Although the apprentice had already anticipated the enemy's methods, it was still too fast to combine the ladder with the assassin.
"You are in the realm of the goddess." Tedonaradu stood on the fence on the second floor, looking down at them from above. "He blessed my blade as punishment for your treachery."
"Like this?" York clenched his fist at him. The candlelight behind him suddenly blazed brightly, turning into a red waterfall, swallowing up the leader of the nightingale in front of him in the blink of an eye. The candles and silver stand melted in the heat, and the railings and tassels hanging above burned violently, sending up thick smoke.
But the rectangular ladder isolates all heat. Tedonaradu appeared on the right side of Sita in the next second, cutting down with a long dagger with fluorescence. The steel scraped, sending out a stream of sparks. The leader of the nightingale disappeared again, and the night elves also withdrew their cursed swords and quickly sank into the shadows. Sita, who almost suffered a loss, returned to her elemental state and sent a heat wave around.
Uriel heard Dalton's voice ringing in his ears. "You and York go to deal with the magic base, and I'll deal with him."
"I have to be honest, Dalton, I don't understand those runes."
"Then tear them down. It's up to you. We need to lift the restrictions."
These words reminded him. There is no need to preserve the church's magical foundation, Uriel thought to himself, Moniantoros does not need it to protect itself, and the war mercenaries will never burn, kill and loot like the dark wizards. In the eyes of priests, it is the supreme symbol of the goddess and the most direct manifestation of her blessings. But now Gaia must undo the sins it has committed on behalf of these protected people. Hopefully I won't have to fix it one day.
The blade penetrated the barrier, churning the shattering divine inscriptions, trying to hinder his steps. But Uriel had already changed the magic before he reached out, and the runes in contact with the blade quickly shrank and grabbed the arm of the Nightingale leader. Tedonaradu was dragged out of the ladder with a stunned look on his face and crashed into the apprentice's back. He could never figure out how his traces were leaked. "York!"
The torrent of flames deflected in mid-air, turning into a crystal curtain and falling in an instant. The leader of Nightingale and Uriel were separated by a light curtain. The magic foundation plate is still suspended above the head, and the ring rotates regularly. But when the apprentice's divine chain wrapped around the pointer, the movement of the metal ring stopped.
Vision
The witchcraft ray penetrated the curtain of light and caused orange ripples. Uriel lowered his head and avoided the sneak attack as if with divine help. Then, overwhelming witchcraft came, York quickly fled to the corridor, and Dalton had to jump to the burning railing. However, the apprentice climbed up with the help of chains and dragged himself diagonally behind the pillar. The barrage almost chased him, but mysteriously left a gap all the way to the bunker.
No matter how quick his reaction was, he could not completely dodge such a dense attack. The wizard was probably taken aback. He did not pursue, but retreated with the Nightingale leader, keeping a distance vigilantly. They were confused by the enemy's behavior.
