The Amber Sword

“Sidney, you did come from Thrownet. ”

A slightly more serious voice echoed in the lobby of the Temple of Fuchsia, where it was one of two people who spoke at some point, and the cleric who had previously taught Yorf was standing behind him with a respectful face along with another stranger. The man was about forty or fifty years old, wearing a robe almost identical to the one on Sidney's body, slightly bald and blessed.

In fact, this man is Roderick, Roderick. Barbarossa, from the Sutra family of Cloak Bay, when he was young, was deeply favoured by the previous generation of high priests, Bishop Meccoli of Cloak Bay Diocese, who later ascended to the upper level of the temple, famous for his hands-on sacred poetry, had once fought the cults in Ambrose, had no mercy on his hands, obtained the title of Iron Bishop, and after returning to the temple center, entered the power core of the eleven holy places, he looked very young, but he was not much younger than Vara.

But Sidney didn't lift his eyelids at all and seemed too lazy to open her eyes, and her eyes turned towards the altar, where the flaming doors had long disappeared - obviously, this was a trap, waiting for her to go. She was not surprised why the other party knew she would come here, and when she escaped from the Holy Palace of the Lions, she took the shards of the Holy Sword Orphis, which would be strange if the Silver Queen could not even guess.

Roman and Haruze stood somewhat nervously behind the statue of the Virgin of the Lion's Sacred Palace, while Brunhilde was guarding the safety of the two, and she was a little apathetic. Brando gave her instructions to send Sidney to Port Fatan with a foul, and as for the struggle between these mortals, she really cared less, not to mention Sidney did not ask her for help.

Around was provoked by Sidney and Brunhild's indifferent attitude. The great priest Roderick's eyebrows jumped and his heart raised a hidden anger. He was ranked sixth in the eleventh throne, but his true strength was not too far apart from Sidney's. In fact, in the eleventh throne, other than Walla's superb strength, others were actually different. At present, he also had two high-ranking clerics from the Senate to help him. He really didn't know where Sidney's confidence came from.

Because of the woman in the back?

When Roderick swept Brunhild, he saw that the head of the goddess was at best the only one on the side of truth, and as for Roman and Haruze, he ignored it directly. With this in mind, Roderick had a slight bottom in his heart. He was reluctant to cut off the branches and immediately silenced the two people around him and said to Yorf: "Let's do it together, stop her, don't let her run away. ”

“My lord, that little boy should be Eluin's Crown Prince.” At this point, the high-ranking cleric next to Yorf suddenly exited.

Roderick looked at Haruze, and he nodded silently. "Don't worry about him, they can't get away. Just watch Sidney. ”

Ezekiel's strength could not have been heard, although the two men's whispers were not loud, yet she stood there motionless as if she had really not listened and seemed to be looking cold at Roderick's hand. Her attitude further provoked the ‘saint' from the temple centre, and Roderick whispered a cold hum from his nose, whispering:

“Supreme flame, my lord.

Forgive the foolishness of the worlds,

Send down Thy Holy Judge,

Clean up all evil and darkness. ”

A divine glow draped from the temple dome and covered him, his hands stretched out, and the glow spread in all directions, as if it were a cage, covering Sidney. If Brando were here at this moment, he would be surprised to recognize this spell - the commandment poem, one of the seventy-four sacred hymns of the Temple of Fire, one of the most powerful sacraments of the temple priests of Fire, and each of the seventy-four hymns is a powerful sacrament, that is, the judgment and the truth, with unthinkable power.

What mortals call the magic of God, in fact, is hymn poetry.

And the hymn is Roderick's masterpiece. Among the seventy-four hymns, there are one hundred and forty-four lines of admonition called the strongest sacrament of confinement, sealing and junction. A well-taught monk of suffering can perform this sacrament in just seven lines, but Roderick, when he does, is the shocking four lines of hymn.

In this area alone, he can say that he is already at the peak of the Temple of Fire and that no one, including Walla, can take his right.

And when Roderick applied the same moment, the two scripture masters beside him came to Sidney simultaneously, left and right, and they didn't know when to come up with a cruciform scepter, which is the crucifix of the Temple of Fire, that is, a powerful sacred instrument, but also a symbol of their identity; their bishops at this level are also often called crucifixes, and in the Temple of Fire, the strength of the crucifix is usually between the elements to the side of truth, depending on the strength of the individual, the level of bishop in most areas is actually not yet reached, so much so that most of the crucifixes are actually scholars who build a great deal of sacramental and religious knowledge.

Struck at the same time by two scholars of the "Sacred" Rodriguez, in the temple, I'm afraid no one but the Supreme Walla dares to say that he can retreat, but at this moment Sidney feels as though he is not in danger at all, just standing there quietly, staring with a very cold and despicable eye at the nearer and nearer two Master of the Scriptures and Rodriguez's sacraments.

“Is she crazy? ”

Roderick didn't dare look at the scene unbelievably. Of course he didn't think he could hit the chief cleric of the Lion's Sacred Palace with one spell at a time. Don't talk about him, I'm afraid not even the Great Saint Walla could do it. Knowing that Sidney was after all the presence of the Eleven Holy Thrones, there was a legend in the Empire that the statue of the Virgin of the Lion's Holy Palace was said to have been extremely talented in battle, and that she could have entered the Knights of Flames when she was young, but she herself chose the path of the Brothers.

And as one of the eleven holy places, Roderick knew that the legend was not a hollow wind, but that it did happen, even further, when Sidney was in fact spotted by the leader of the previous generation of the Knights, to chin her as successor, but Sidney himself objected, and with the maintenance of Walla and the previous generation of the Great Holy Place, this was not possible.

The woman was born a knight, and even though she later embarked on the path of the bishop, her fighting style was the strongest of the eleven holy thrones.

But even tougher, Sidney would never have stood still and shook his spell. What did she think of him as, the high-ranking goddesses who didn't get into it?

But the next moment, Roderick thinks he's really crazy.

He saw his spell break apart automatically before it touched Sidney's body, as if it were glass pieces that broke apart and turned into countless dust, as the wind passed away. At that moment, Roderick almost thought he was hallucinating, a hymn, the top ten of seventy-four hymns, how could she have cracked his spell without moving?

Is it true that the woman in front of you is actually a Walla camouflage?

Roderick immediately threw this crazy idea out of his mind, not to mention that the Grand Saint Vala is now under house arrest by Her Majesty, and even if Vala himself could not have broken his spell standing still.

He suddenly thought of a terrible possibility.

But before he could react, Sidney in front of him finally made his move. The statue of the Virgin of the Lion's Sacred Palace raised her right hand and pointed at him, which was one of the simplest tricyclical sacraments, the glow ray. A white light emitted from Sidney's fingertips and headed straight for Roderick the 'Saint’, a sacred art that is popular among low-order clerics because it is the most effective way of attacking below the four rings, yet between the battles of the Holy Throne, this spell is no different than a joke.

Don't say that Roderick has numerous means to counteract this spell, in fact, even if he is unresponsive, and let this spell hit him, this district tricyclical spell may not necessarily break his will barrier.

The tribe Roderick felt an extremely dangerous breath from this spell, and he laid three or four protective sacraments around him instantly, as if he were too afraid to stop the tricyclical spell. Just the next moment, in front of all the eyes in this hall, a terrible scene happened in the eyes of all, and this simple ray of light, like the legendary holy gun, pierced all the protective spells in front of Roderick without a trace.

Just in everyone's shocked eyes, the white rays did not trigger the will barrier of Roderick the 'Saint’, so lightly that the low hole penetrated his obese body and pierced his heart.

One of the eleven temples of the Temple of Dom Flame, Roderick the 'Saint’, opened his eyes as if he could not believe that he would die so lightly, and then surrounded his world of consciousness with darkness.

Until Roderick's body fell and burned for a moment, as if it had been devoured by the sacred fire, and the whole hall was silent, and no one had reacted for a moment.

Including the myriad of monks present, including Father Yolford and the two Sutra Masters, who had been born and stopped, looked at the ghost and looked at the Holy Virgin of the Lion's Palace like Sidney, and couldn't retreat for a while —— do you want to continue? It's obviously not a smart choice, but where can you escape?

What is Roderick's strength? He's still dead under the tricyclical technique in one of the other districts, and what about them?

But after all, the two of them were doctrinally sophisticated monks, soon thinking of the possibility that Roderick had in mind before he died, his face changed, and his eyes turned to a faint Sidney. But at this point Sidney didn't look at them at all, and he turned directly to all the inferior monks of the Temple of Fire in the lobby and said, "Open the gates, gather everyone together, and I will teach --”

Yolford seemed to react. He couldn't believe the smell of Roderick burning on the ground. He looked at Sidney again. He couldn't help but stutter and ask: "Ms. Sidney, you...”

After saying this, the host of the Temple of Fuchsia regretted it in his heart. Even Roderick was dead, and he had no right to ask. There is no doubt that this demon head is going to kill him soon.

But with this in mind, Yalford, not knowing where to find the courage, probably out of a broken jar, suddenly raised his head and said, “Madame Sidney, since you have betrayed the temple, you are no longer the temple of the temple of fire, and therefore we have not obeyed your command - the temple of Fuchsia will never bow to any heathen! ”

As he put it, the Temple of Fuchsia was a dead silence, a quiet needle, and everyone around him looked at him with a madman's eye, including even the two Sutra Masters, which was both complex and admirable.

“Courage is commendable," Sidney did not seem angry, but replied faintly, “but it wasn't me who gave you the order, and I hope you don't waste time leaving Port Fatan alone. ”

After that, she put her hands behind her, and a phantom rose slowly behind the statue of the Virgin of the Lion's Holy Palace.

When I saw the phantom, everyone in the Temple of Fuchsia was shocked.

“This is…”

“This is Holy Sword Orphis! ”

“The First King...”

Sidney's face turned cold and replied: “In the name of Gilt, King of Fire, I declare that the Silver Queen conspired to divide the Temple, the Temple of Fuchsia and all the followers of the Patriarchate of Port Fatan, immediately subordinated to the Soul of the Holy Sword, obeyed my command and waged jihad! ”

The two Master of the Sutra died in white.