Law of the Devil

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Chapter 157 [Please hook up] (top)

“Tatsune… Your Highness.” Dewey's voice has become a little dry and dull, probably because of the turbulence in his heart: “You must have some kind of backhand? ”

Prince Chen smiled and the expression on his face seemed to have no reservations about Dewey. The expression was gentle and smiling: “Dewey, I won't hide you. Of course I have a backhand. The power of the temple is limited in empires. After all, empires are central to the empire. In order to ensure the royal family's absolute dominance in the Emperor's capital, the temple must abide by the covenant that no more than 500 men shall be present in the Holy Knights in the Emperor's capital for a thousand years. So, this time the temple was moved by me, but they sent only 500 knights. These 500 men consume some of my brother's power, but it is slightly insufficient to reverse the war. I, of course, have a backhand. ”

Dewey can't figure it out. Is there a fourth party in the Empire, besides the Magician, besides the Temple?

As soon as the opportunity passed, Dewey's hesitation slipped away the chance of assassination. Two of Prince Chen's guards, apparently also the best men in the palace's inner court, have quickly affixed themselves to the side of Prince Chen, one of whom said in a low voice: “Your Highness, look! ”

At this time, the battle in the far corner of Central Square has begun to change. Hundreds of knights of the Holy Knights were sworn to death by General Jonke. After the bodies were thrown down by both sides, a horn filled with classical colors suddenly appeared behind the Holy Knights. The horn is completely different from the copper tube horn now used by the Empire. The sound of the horn is heavier and has a hint of antiquity...

The Holy Knights were well trained. After the loss, they suddenly retreated like a tide. Both sides were killing each other. They suddenly retreated, but the degree of progress and retreat was very rules-based. Together with the powerful fighting power of the Holy Knights themselves, the rebel city guards of Junck could not be entangled. In fact, the people of Junck were exhausted. The Knights of the Holy Knights suddenly retreated with their news signs. General Junck, even though he defended his courage, was unable to order any further pursuits. At this moment, the spears in his hands were soft and his hands were almost unmanageable, and he did not know how many were enemies or how many were his own. And the people around him, an individual with injuries, originally stacked death blocked the square entrance array, in fact, has been shaken down, if the other two strikes... no, I'm afraid one more, his own people will collapse!

After all, the strength of individual combat, combined with the near-military dispatching organization, is enough to bring these hundreds of enemies together into a terrible force.

And... after all, they are the Holy Knights of the Temple! The Temple of Light has so much influence over the mainland. Even many soldiers and soldiers are devout believers. Although those who dare to follow their own coup are loyal and capable men, and the squares have killed red eyes, now that they have calmed down, many soldiers think that they are against the temple of the gods in their hearts. This act of disbelief alone can leave many soldiers without morale!

As the Knights retreated unnecessarily, General Jonk suddenly had a slight disconcert in his heart.

Indeed, twenty metres after retreating, the Holy Knights suddenly stood in two teams over the long street, and two elderly men in a moon-white robe slowly emerged from behind the Knights. The white robes of the moon were unmanned and decorated, but the extremely decent cuts, together with the near-holy flourishing light on the faces of the two old men and the pure and sacred colour in their eyes, had revealed their identity.

Light Temple Presbyterian Regiment!

Legend has it that every member of the Presbyterian Regiment of the Temple of Light is an old man who has practiced his life with devotion, and everyone is good at a special art. This system of magic is distinguished on the continent from magic, and is suddenly self-contained. Though magicians have never been able to appreciate this so-called magic. But the Temple of Light has always proclaimed that its divinity is a special glory bestowed by the Spirit on these devout priests who serve the Spirit. While it is somewhat of a religious propaganda (as Dewey thinks it is), the undeniable fact is that, in all generations, there is really no other place outside the temple to learn about theology! Even a magician who is reproficient in magic is always unable to learn magic.

As the name implies, the so-called magic means: the magic used by the gods.

However, it is said that the clergy of the Temple of Light, after all, is only the spokesperson of the gods in the world, so they can only learn some low-level divinity, and each generation of the Pope, perhaps, can get the green of the gods and master some higher doors.

Divinity and magic are completely different, and most of the known divinity in the continent is some light-based therapeutic and restorative techniques, with the lower back being some auxiliary models such as mental comfort and lighting. In direct combat, the effects are naturally less powerful than most attacks are magic.

But there are also a few of them in the art of divinity that possess great power. Most famously, Dewey has also heard of the so-called "great prophecy". Of course, that's the power the gods possess. It is said, however, that the Presbytery is an extremely mysterious presence in the Temple, and that every presbytery in the Presbytery specializes in only one form of magic. If you are lucky enough to meet a member of the Presbyterian Legion who is good at healing theology, then naturally he has little fighting power... but if you meet a member of the Presbyterian Legion who happens to be one of the few, who is good at powerful, destructive, horrific magic, then he is definitely an object that even powerful magicians will never want to provoke!

So the Presbyterian is a very complex being, because you have no idea whether the Presbyterian member you meet is a harmless angel or a terribly powerful man!

Cojonk now faces the sudden retreat of the Holy Knights and sees two old men in the legendary Elders' Moon White Robe appear in front of them, their bodies floating so slowly...

That's right, it's floating. These two elders, both of them at a distance from the ground, were so short and empty that they flew out like ghosts. This floating magic is much more natural than many magicians to perform flying magic, at least from this chilling and swinging!

And Junk is not a fool. At the time of the bloody battle between the two sides, the members of the Presbyterian Regiment sent by the Temple are certainly not harmless angels! Well, it must be the kind of elder who specializes in powerful magic.

Two elderly men floated slowly from Long Street, and the Holy Knight on both sides shot a sincerely venerable look at both of them. Such an eye was shot from the eyes of these devout and painstaking Holy Knight of Faith, further confirming General Jonk's speculation: The Elders!

The two elders drifted so strangely that they had no breath at all and no luminosity at all. The two elders, who seemed to be extremely dignified, did not seem to have any powerful smell, but only stopped at a distance of about 10 meters from General Jonk. General Jonker thought of the mysterious Elders of the Temple and had to sweat in cold blood!

In a sense, magic is almost the same as magic for people on this continent. It's just magic from another situation. On the continent, there is usually a well-recognized saying: if you want to deal with knights, you can send knights against knights, which is, of course, better with magicians. If you want to deal with a magician, then only use a magician.

In Jonk's view, the magician and the magician are almost the same, to deal with the magician, then nature's best choice is to deal with the magician. Although he is a good samurai, he has not yet become arrogant enough to challenge two powerful magicians. Besides, two enemies, defended by a powerful Order of the Holy Knights, can carry out their magic! To compensate for their closeness, they can perform magic without obstruction.

The Grand Prince naturally also saw the Holy Knights invite out the Presbyterian Regiment of the Temple. But now that the Holy Knights have been killed, and the Temple has dared to send the Holy Knights to participate, it is not surprising to send the Presbyterian Regiment.

The Great Prince's face, though ugly, was unexpected, and he whispered to a “knight” in armor: “Sir, the magician, please. ”

The “knight" made a low and unpleasant sound, then chuckled: “I was just about to see the power of the legendary magic of the mainland, which has always been famous but not seen... hum, these gods can only pretend to be ghosts. ”

After that, the armor suddenly fell from the horse in situ, the arm-breasted armor helmet, turned into a piece of pieces scattered under the foot, and a black gas flowed out of the armor, as if with life, rapidly towards the place where General Juncker and the Elders confronted each other in the distance.

Prince Chen, standing on the walls of the city, almost frowned and smiled. He glanced at Dewey with a smile: “Look, my brother made another coma! His biggest flaw is the lack of a brilliant magician, the black guy, probably the black magician who killed us the other night halfway... Hmm, this is the only powerful magician my big brother has ever recruited. Unfortunately, he let him out on such occasions, just looking for his own bad luck! ”

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