He was determined not to let her go, otherwise all his plans would be in vain.
But Lemmons wasn't sure how to achieve his resolution. Although the opponent is a little girl who is only half his height, witchcraft makes the little girl as dangerous as the big man. In fact, in terms of mystery alone, she still has the upper hand. Lemons is a new generation in the Sky Realm, while Roxanne has been free of gravity for many years and has all kinds of witchcraft at her fingertips.
Just two statues. The paladin commander thought grumblingly. With two stone carvings of great strength and invulnerability, she could stop me here. But when he "saved" the other party in turn, Luo Shan didn't take it seriously.
"I have never thought about holding a sword in my life." When he broke through again but failed, the "theologian" said. "Mortals create tools, but you think the tools are worth collecting. It's the ideas that should be kept safe."
Lemons took half a step back, and Durandal scraped against the edges of the stone, making a harsh friction sound. It slipped out of a stone finger like a black fish, but left a deep gash on the angel's arm.
The next moment, the gap quickly closed and disappeared without a trace. He couldn't help but glance to the left, where a pile of broken stone reliefs lay three yards away. There was no movement in its crack, perhaps because the section could no longer be called a "crack".
Lemons looked at Roxanne and found that she was also looking at the stone statue. Suddenly, he realized that this thing was not as simple as an activated object. Either she had given the stone statue the ability to repair itself, or... "This thing can use magic?"
"Naturally. It is Gaia's court attendant."
"Nonsense. The stone statue does not have to serve the gods, it is just carved to look like Norn."
"It's true that people believe in gods, but they are also more willing to believe in things in front of them." Roshan sneered, "So, stones can also be Norn, what does it matter?"
Lemons frowned. "Profanity."
"You just don't understand. This is my explanation of Gaia's teachings."
arrogant. Lemons now understood her representative witchcraft. The "Theologian" is not a cleric and cannot use divine magic. Her method of using divine magic is not difficult to understand: giving the statues professions and then controlling them with witchcraft. As for how she gives mysterious power to dead things...
Things with sacred imagery have their own power, and as soon as they are born, they have the prototype of mysterious objects.
The same goes for Durandal, the holy sword of the Holy Knight Commander. The original agent baptized it with the radiance of Lucia, and its original embryo came from the Glittering Pool, a gift from Queen Evangelion of Theta. While we are still simply giving images to certain things, the wizard has already used them to trace back to the birth of the priesthood... He did not expect that the school's research on sacred images has reached this level.
But having said that, maybe this is why the tower messenger believed that I could stop her, Lemons understood.
The stone statue retreated from the impact, and then came closer, and Roshan was about to turn around. Suddenly, something very attractive seemed to twist around her neck, keeping her gaze firmly fixed.
"The Scroll of the Oath." Our theologian was greatly surprised. "You took it away?"
"The Holy Knights never engage in plunder." Lemons stuffed the parchment into his pocket, then lifted Durandal with one hand and split the stone statue that was sneaking behind him into two sections. It can be seen that with the Bible in hand, the other party's desire to leave is not so strong.
"I won't stop you, Mr. Toslin, you can just turn around and find your target." He wanted to see if she really came here just to find someone as she claimed.
Roxanne's face darkened. "Don't say he gave it to you on his own initiative."
Lemons couldn't help but smile. It turns out that this person actually wants to save face. To be honest, he almost gained a sense of moral superiority from her.
"You don't understand the meaning of the Bible at all." "Theologian" emphasized, "Obviously so. The Tower Astronomy Room does not interfere with the Bible, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is all simple-minded thugs, and you - the Holy Knights - are The Glorious Council's status is similar to that of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." She shook her head. "Pearls covered in dust, eh? What a waste. You guys don't understand at all..."
"It seems Uriel knows you very well."
Roxanne no longer excused herself: "Whatever you say, give me that piece of paper."
"Then I say no."
With a tearing sound, she tore her writing from the book. After releasing the blockade on both sides' divine spells, a string of runes jumped out from the pages in her mouth and penetrated into the body of the stone statue.
A combination of witchcraft and the divine, Lemons has figured out her methods. When dealing with clergy, it is very wise to choose to block divine spells, not to mention that the divine spells of stone statues are not restricted, but it is really impossible to expect these sculptures with sacred images to have any combat skills. According to his observation, the stone statues Even the flexible use of divine magic depends on the master's command.
Now seeing the Bible, Roxanne Toslin has changed her goals. "Take that piece of paper back," she ordered. "Don't damage it."
The stone statue spread its wings and swooped down.
It was already evening, and the Black City was shrouded in shadow. The paladin captain raised Durandal, its long black and silver tip flowing with the color of flames, just like the mirrored golden dome of Zangwill at noon.
Lemons spoke Lucia's language.
"melt flow"
The flames soared up with a "boom", bursting out with bright and blazing stardust. The air fluctuated, like scales flickering and extinguishing as they jumped. The fire burns the magic power and pulls up the free light.
Light and heat. He saw Roxanne's face flickering in the shadow, not enjoying the warm moment. To be precise, she only had eyes for the Bible. Maybe I'm just superfluous, but this is the guarantee of everything.
"The bright light... is immortal."
With the spell, Lemons turned the tip of the sword and buried the flame into the earth. Durandal stood silently, but thread-like veins lit up in the steel, and a bright red blood surged straight back and climbed onto the hilt of the sword.
He let go of his hand and let the torch burn on the ground with vigorous vitality. Flames and thorns intertwined into a network, building a circular barrier as the fire points rose. The "Theologian" retreated subconsciously, but she could never outrun the light. Eventually, she and the stone statue were surrounded by flames, watching the sky above her head disappear in the brilliant light.
"The Fortress that Never Sleeps"
"This is my first time coming inside." Luo Shan stopped and looked in front of the light wall, but most of the stone statues were rushing left and right, constantly trying to break through.
The other half rushed towards the defenseless Lemons, not even attacking the holy sword. Whether this was confidence or obsession, he couldn't tell.
The first statue melted in the fire, its juices flying everywhere, and the second statue crashed into its remains, wielding its spear in vain, and was devoured by the flames. The fortress hummed, resonating with every divine spell cast within, and the chorus sang in praise of Lucia, making the stone statues fall on fire as they hit the wall.
When he snatched the opponent's spear and chopped the last charging Norn sculpture into pieces, Roxanne finally gave up the breakthrough. She blew a breath, and spit out a character from her mouth, stringing together several "court servants" that were not so badly broken, and rejoined the ranks of guards.
"Very strong."
Her comments about the "Nightless Fortress" were not harsh, apparently because her witchcraft had failed. This is not a simple magic, but a professional mystery given by the priesthood. Lemmons did not believe that her witchcraft could directly manipulate magical effects, and the facts proved his theory.
"I'm afraid we'll have to spend tonight together, ma'am," he told The Theologian.
"Tonight?" Roxanne snorted, "I never spend the night with idiots. Do you think I came here on my own?"
Lemons frowned: "Do you have an accomplice?"
"She is just a junior, but she is far stronger than the fools of the Alliance. Give me the Bible, and I will keep their lives."
"Shania Ravenus." This person is the only new-generation Kongjing of the Silent School, and is even more "new" than Lemons. He thought she was still searching for another volume of the Bible called "Confessions" at Eastman. "One is already too many, two law wizards... Your Excellency, the agent, will never tolerate it."
"He must tolerate it, especially until Evangeline returns to Knox," Roxanne declared, "otherwise he will have to find a way to negotiate with Lord Second Truth. Maybe Lord Sterling will meet with him. If you ask me, no smart person would do this, and after the death of Magdalena, the only smarter one among you, the Lucian cultists are not very smart."
A sly smile appeared on her lips. "If you insist, what about Durandal? The Scroll of Oath or the Holy Sword, in exchange for the lives of your poor allies. Fair and just."
"Then you can't wait until tomorrow." Lemons ignored her retaliatory conditions and decided to capture her first and then support the caravan. As for Uriel's plan, he could no longer count on it. Fortunately for the Demon Society and the Church Knights, the Law Wizard is definitely not a problem that the tower messenger can handle. Maybe she has succeeded at this moment... "Compared to the Bible, your life is not worth the alliance of the parliament, but I believe that your junior will." Happy to choose yours.”
"In the end, you will consider my conditions."
"The basis for exchange does not exist. You can't get any news here, ma'am." Don't expect me to throw away my honor.
"Don't be so sure." Luo Shan narrowed her eyes, "Let us wait and see what happens."
…
She crawled out from under the thick fur covered with blood and hoarfrost, feeling that her hands and feet were cold and her steps were weak. Someone helped her sit down by the firewood pile, then got up and left.
"Wait," she begged, "can you light it?"
The other party shook his head, "It's bright enough here, no need to light a fire."
"But this is a cellar and I'm cold."
"You can't light a fire in a closed environment." He walked away.
Della had no choice but to hug herself tightly and curl up. Her thighs felt the cool air coming from the straw mat, and her toes in her shoes touched the sand. Originally she would feel sorry for herself for her situation, but now she can only feel happy. At any rate I was intact.
The cellar was full of wounded, but there was enough light, which reflected two or three unconscious soldiers lying on the left side, with blood soaked in bandages and clothes. There were also a dozen people gathered around the box tiredly, taking out dead leaves from inside and chewing them. Although not all of them were injured, they were disgraced and demoralized. Only Tekapo was intact and was having a heated conversation with the dwarf leader Patience. Della couldn't help but prick up her ears.
"It won't be time! I said..."
"Yes, you were late. We had already activated it before you arrived."
ceremony. Della thought, looking behind them, where the only source of light was placed.
It is far more complicated than the Soul Mystery. The base map is drawn on a platform of unknown material, and the main body is suspended in the air. The octagonal sixteen lines, moving rings and bolts, with star marks floating on the edges, had a mysterious mystery that she could not identify, and could only see the light it gave off.
"I'm afraid we won't be able to succeed, Captain. You don't understand the state of the Flickering Pool. She has been moving in a specific orbit and is constantly approaching Knox, which means that the parameters of the channel will be steadily shrinking for a long time..."
"...Wait until a specific value is reached before the passage can be opened. I know this very well." Patience said, "But it may not be impossible now. As far as I know, the Black City is built on Compass Heights, which is higher than the terrain of all experimental ritual sites. It’s all higher, and we can’t exactly copy the situation back then.”
Sita frowned: "But how high can it be? Besides, distance is not only related to height. The location of the Glitter Pool should be near the alliance. Bliss is too far!"
"Rituals are only gateways, not passages."
“Unstable rituals are difficult to achieve.”
"That's the truth, but you and I can't survive the time to return to the alliance. The Silent School has transferred two law wizards. This is what you have seen with your own eyes."
"By the time I bring you the news, you have already completed one-third of the ceremony! Don't use this to prevaricate. I dare say you are taking risks."
"You should praise me for my foresight, Tekapo. If I hadn't started it in advance, our alliance would have had to fight for longer, and the failure rate would have increased dramatically. Do you want their efforts to be in vain?"
Leng Guang Sita shrank.
"Nimue said they met Shania." Her voice was very soft. "Uriel sent Lord Lemmons away earlier to deal with the 'theologians'. I can't tell what their current situation is."
"The alliance is about to be formed, and the wizard will not kill him." The dwarf leader comforted.
"I'm more worried about their 'disappearance'." Tekapo said quietly, "Her Majesty the Queen..."
"Want some?" A hand was stretched out in front of her nose.
Della was startled and quickly came to her senses: "What is this?" Then she saw clearly that the person in front of her was "Black Bear" Barabu. He was pale, fully armed, but his tone was very friendly.
"Specialty." He picked out a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. “The taste is very good.”
"tobacco?"
"You can chew it raw, the taste is about the same. Using a pipe is a cumbersome method, and only nobles are so free."
"Aren't you a noble?"
Baraboo shrugged. "In your eyes, I am a noble. In my family, maybe I am just a servant."
Della was unimpressed with him. Initially, she came to the Black City for research. The Talanitus family was a prominent local family and there was no reason to be related to a young scholar. The Black Bear Knight was not well-known. Apart from the family emblem, his armor was no different from that of the city gate guards. Even more shabby. The frost giant Nimue didn't know him, and when he was in the caravan, this man always followed the paladin leader like a loyal guard. She thought he was Lemons Theodore's subordinate!
It seems that the nobles are not all happy either. To be honest, the Paladins certainly had a higher status than the minor nobles. "Are you a member of the Holy Knights now?"
"It will be soon." Barabu coughed, not daring to admit it. "Maybe next recruitment. Are you a member of the Mysterious Fulcrum?"
"No. I took the apprenticeship test back then, but unfortunately the school didn't have a career suitable for me."
"School?" He was surprised.
Della sniffed, "I was born to be a psychic and deal with the dead. Although wizards are all-encompassing, that is not my path. Even if I study to the end of my life, I will not reach the level of a 'theologian.'" She said shrug. "Of course, I can't reach it now."
"I don't like wizards," Baraboo admitted.
"No one likes it. What people really pursue is the knowledge discovered by wizards." Della did not refute, "They helped me, but it was not without cost."
"I'm afraid your cooperation will be suspended now."
"It's never up to me." She thought of the shabby mansion. I almost died from the tobacco poison inside... Now, the tobacco in Barabu's hand also frightens her.
"What are your plans next?"
"What else can I do? Of course it is to accept the commission and deliver messages to the newly deceased."
The black bear nodded dullly, and they finally had nothing to say. Della turned her head and found that the dispute between Tekapo and Patience had come to an end. The latter had won a great victory and was sitting on the ground to rest. Cold light Sita touches the ceremony with light and concentrates on adjusting. She also saw Nimue, the frost giant lying at the top of the steps, the wounds on her back scabbed, and she herself snoring.
"In the attic, the ghost told me something." Della suddenly said, "To ensure the truth, I also gave evidence."
Baraboo looked at her confused. "Oh. What is it?"
"Smoking is harmful to health."
He pulled off his helmet, scratched his chin, and finally spit the tobacco onto the ground. "Good advice. I guess he didn't die from excessive smoking, right? His own experience is the evidence?" Black Bear laughed, "The ghost's advice is quite interesting."
"In fact, he killed his whole family for a bag of tobacco, and the evidence was the soul of a baby." Della told him. "He said his son died in his infancy, with a knife stabbed in the throat because he kept crying. It attracted the other party's attention." The story of Luger told by the association demon Ferriani was laughed at by the law wizard Shania, but she was right...
Baraboo's smile disappeared, replaced by disbelief. "Who would attack a baby?" he asked, "It's simply the devil. Is it an enemy?"
People think so, but the truth may be just a small evil in the end. The psychic picked up a handful of soot and peeled out the golden leaf veins inside. They are weak, fine and light, but they can drag people into the bottomless abyss.
"Addicted people," she whispered. "People who think they are possessed by madness."
"Whatever, this is outright brutality."
Della looked up and met the man who aspired to become a paladin. "You simply don't understand. Real life is not a struggle between good and evil, but a choice between greater and lesser evils."
The black bear's throat slid. "What are you talking about?"
"I hope you can tell this story to Uriel, Mr. Baraboo. This may be the truth he is looking for."
"You can tell him in person. In comparison, he and I are not very familiar." He put away the tobacco hesitantly and reached out to pat her shoulder. "I believe he will be fine."
Della stared at the leaves in her palm. This is a poison that numbs people's self, but it can also give people courage. She popped them into her mouth and felt a sting spread from her throat to her stomach.
"It's me," the psychic said to him. "It's me who doesn't have a chance."
