Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 647 Good, Evil, and Unexpected People

The girl in her arms was as light as a thin feather, and even though the velvet cloak was heavy, it didn't feel a little real in her hands.

Just like Cyril's impression of Kindred, light and airy.

He had only known Kindred for a few days, all in order to make this "unstable factor" from the Isis Holy Order a controllable factor, so as not to destroy his plan at a critical time.

As for the knowledge of Kindred?Naturally it is almost zero——

He ran quickly, and the wind element provided him with a good movement speed.After seeing Alvin Saxon's ability to devour magic power at this time, Cyril does not expect to consume him in any way now.

But Alvin Saxon's speed was frighteningly fast. He obviously had such a weird and huge body at this time, but the heavy footsteps kept chasing behind Cyril—the purple-black magic body was really there things.

Cyril didn't know how much time had passed, and how far he had traveled—he was no stranger to the rules of the magic plain to which this secret temple belonged, and such repetitive scenes were quite common in the magic plain.

However, the problem is that he has no room to find a breakthrough at this time.

Think fast, think fast—

The young earl dodged in embarrassment, and Alvin Saxon's aura showed no signs of weakening, which proved that the bonus given to him by the "Feather of Isis" was not short-term.

The magic plain is related to Urella, and if you want to break through, you can only rely on Urella's related people——

Thinking of this, Cyril suddenly turned his head and shouted:

"Neil Alden, pray!"

The voice echoed in the air, he casually grabbed a cloud of blue wind, and sent these words far away.And just a few seconds later, a gentle blue light suddenly lit up in the darkness ahead, like a torch lit in the darkness——

"My lord, here!"

The ascetic's voice reached Cyril's ears, and he took a few steps forward, and saw the dark brown sunken wood door he had seen before.In front of the door, Neil Alden was pulling one arm of Pelagius Herris, and waving the other hand at Cyril.

"Open the door, open the door!"

It was too late for Cyril to explain, and there was no need for him to explain the current situation—the purple-black, distorted giant that was chasing after Cyril made Neil Alden shudder, and he kicked forward immediately, throwing The door leading down was kicked open—

"Jump in, jump in!"

Cyril speeded up, and Ivan Saxon behind him also realized what the person in front of him was going to do. The deep roar sounded continuously, and the pair of giant hands stretched forward several times, trying to pull Cyril back, but they all failed. He dodged it.

Neil Alden kicked Pelagius Herris in first, then took a few steps forward, first moved out of the way for Cyril, then crossed his hands on his chest, and pushed out flatly, right in front of Purple Void Shadow Probe's palms collided!

"boom!"

The ascetic monk's muscles were all convulsed and writhed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth - although he used to be able to withstand and absorb power as a sign, but a simple blow from the power of the feather of Isis almost exceeded his tolerance critical point of capacity.

But fortunately, he didn't intend to head-on to stop his opponent, and immediately took advantage of this force to back up again and again, just leaning back, and fell into the open dark brown sea sinking wooden door behind him.

The salty smell came from all directions, and the ascetic monk was surrounded by water balls. Before the water balls rolled down, he vaguely saw the purple-black giant hands poking into the door, but was surrounded by countless water bodies like piranhas smelling like meat. The package was broken and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The water ball rolled down obliquely, and it didn't take long to send him to the end of the path behind the door.Neil Alden jumped out of the water mass and looked around warily.

The Earl was standing with the girl, but Pelagius Herris disappeared.

"Has he chased him down?" Cyril asked seeing that Neil Alden was safe and sound.

"No, his body seems to be restrained by this passage, unable to get in..."

Neil Alden described what had happened to the purple-black arm to Cyril, and then frowned and asked, "My lord, is this...in St. Mir's Church? Where's the man from St. Emma?"

"Here, let's say it's part of St. Mir's Church. It's called the 'Secret Temple' by Bishop Stanley Clemens." Cyril briefly introduced, "Pelagius Herris... probably After landing, he found that we were not there, so he slipped away first. It’s okay, he can’t go far.”

Cyril was not worried about where Pelagius Herris could escape to, not to mention whether there was another exit from this secret hall, even if there was, why would he escape from Stanley Clemens' nose? Sneak under?

He looked back to observe the passage that he had just slipped down, and the breath of magic power filled it.He took out the coral figure and probed into the passage, and the figure gave him a warm touch in return.

Cyril only felt that there were bursts of water waves emanating from the portrait, but in just a few seconds, the numbness on his arms disappeared——

And Neil Alden on the side had already sensed it, and whispered: "Urella's power."

"Ivan Saxon's...maybe it's the power of Isis." Cyril shook his head, "It's just that I don't know if such a negative and manic magic power can still be called a 'god' strength."

"Master Urella protected us." Neil Alden stood at the entrance of the passage, closed his eyes and folded his hands together, bowing his head deeply.

"Urella, Isis..." Cyril read in a low voice, and suddenly remembered what Nora said before:
"There are always two sides to things."

"Good and evil must be relative."

"Good...and evil?"

He pulled up the sleeve of his right hand again, and although the brightness of the blue light circle around the "sword"-shaped imprint has decreased, it is still flickering slightly.

And it is not only Alvin Saxon who can respond to it.

He looked up at the girl who was holding her right shoulder in front of her and bowed her head silently.

Without the cover of the sheep bone mask, the long white hair was scattered messily on the forehead.When he stepped forward, the girl immediately raised her head, revealing bewildered milky yellow eyes.

But this confusion disappeared immediately, and turned into a cold determination, like a blue sheep standing in the ice and snow, watching the group.

A strong physique beyond common sense.

Alvin Saxon inspected every group of half-orcs who had been plundered, not just for the huge profits brought by the slave trade, but what they were looking for.

The ability to compete with Ivan Saxon after adding the Feather of Isis.

Feather of Isis--

He closed his eyes slightly, and after thinking about it, he had sorted out this line.

Then he opened his eyes and said calmly, "Kindred."

"You are the god of beasts and war, bearer of the feather of Isis."

"Right?"

Kindred looked at him, didn't reply, didn't nod.

She pulled off the white velvet cloak on her body, then pinched the collar of the inner garment with her fingers, and gently tore it open——

The pale skin is revealed in Cyril's eyes. The strength of her body is absolutely not proportional to her size. The beautiful clavicle shows the thinness of her skeleton, which makes people feel like sticking to it, licking it and leaving a mark. impulse.

Neil Alden had turned his head away from Kindred.But Cyril couldn't look away at this time, he could only watch the girl tear open the neckline, then groped her chest with her back hand, and then picked out a thin white feather with a faint silver light.

No one knows what kind of form Isis is, whether he is a bird or a beast—of course not a dragon, because dragons belong to the dragon god.

He runs in the wilderness, gallops in the mountains, swims in the rivers, and flies in the sky. His footprints are everywhere, and there are traces of his power everywhere.

And the treasure that he left to his gods and people is the feather that entrusts his power.

Feather of Isis.

According to historical records, this feather has long been lost.Cyril once guessed that it might have disappeared with the sword cast by the civilization of the fourth era.

However, at this moment, it appeared so clearly in front of him.

"This..." He didn't know whether he should reach out to touch it, so he looked at Kindred.When the girl's eyes fell on the feather, she was full of joy, but then she showed a look of loneliness.

Then she said softly:

"One piece is missing."

"The power of the feathers is missing a part?" Cyril tried to translate.

Kindred nodded: "He is there."

The power left by the beast god was divided into two parts.

The "good one" is the feather in Kindred's hand, while the "evil one" is on Alvin Saxon's body.

Cyril motioned to Kindred to put away the feathers and let her get dressed again.The confusion is solved for the time being, and now they still have to hurry up and deal with the immediate matter first.

But just as Kindred had buttoned up the collar of his fleece cloak, the entire space they were in shook heavily.

There was a loud rumbling sound above their heads, and the three of them looked up in unison. There was no gap in the ceiling, nor did they appear to have been hit hard.

And Neil Alden's complexion has darkened:
"It was St Mill's Church that was attacked."

"Is the barrier of the Mage Tower unable to hold it so soon?" Cyril murmured, "The Harbor Temple has collected so many believers' money, why doesn't it even do a good job of the defensive enchantment?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole space shook violently again.Cyril supported Kindred, but the waist pocket was terribly hot again.

Urella?
He was wondering what kind of reminder the coral figure would give him this time, but the coral figure had slipped out of his pocket, rolled sideways on the ground, and finally pointed his head in front of them.

At the same time, a colossal magical force quickly condensed in front of them, and in a blink of an eye, the breath had already surpassed the strength that the seven-ring spell should have, climbing towards a level that made people feel frightened.

Cyril immediately pulled out the long sword in his hand, and two cyan sword lights appeared when he shook his hand. The whistling wind staggered into a cross. The strength of the magic power reached a certain level, and the power of those basic sword skills should not be underestimated.

But before the two crossed sword winds hit the blocking wall in front, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side, blocking the sword wind with his body.

Cyril only heard the tinkling sound of two gold and iron colliding, and the two sword winds immediately shattered and disappeared.

The person who blocked the sword wind slowly stood up straight, put his hands together in front of his chest, and murmured in a low voice.

His eye sockets are sunken, the bridge of his nose is protruding, and the top of his head is bald. It is obvious that he is an ascetic monk in the Harbor Temple.

Cyril heard Neil Alden behind him take two steps forward, and the words he spoke revealed the identity of the other party:
"Philip Benjamin, why are you here?"

Judge, Philip Benjamin—

Leader of the ascetics of the Haven Temple.

Elder brother of Saint Claudius Benjamin.

A follower of Uriala who is upright and steadfast in his faith.

Cyril's pupils contracted slightly, and he never expected that Philip Benjamin would be blocking them.

In his impression, if Philip Benjamin was not on their side, he would not be on the bishop's side.

His sister died due to a "mistake" in the Harbor Temple, or a deliberate conclusion; he revealed to Cyril the news that the red coffin was in the secret hall; No fanatical emotions, not doing things beyond common sense like Stanley Clemens.

And at this moment, at the moment when the Harbor Temple needed it most, as an Extraordinary, he should stand on the square outside and lead the Sea God Guard——

Why, is he here?
Philip Benjamin raised his head slightly, his cheeks seemed to be sunken a lot compared to the last time we saw him, and his whole appearance showed a sense of weakness.

But when he looked at Cyril, just for a moment when his eyes crossed, Cyril felt that a mountain fell on his head, making the corners of his eyes twitch.

"Why, you are here." Cyril took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and repeated Neil Alden's question.

And Philip Benjamin looked at him, and then just waved his hand lightly.

Then he slowly stepped forward with his right foot, stretched out his hands interlaced, and opened his posture.

Cyril's eyes turned cold, and the long sword was erected, and the blue wind condensed into a hammer in an instant, and smashed towards Philip Benjamin.But the judge did not avoid it, he just glanced at the sledgehammer, before it hit him, the hammer shattered and turned into a wind blade, but none of them could bully him.

"You know what Stanley Clemens did?" Cyril suddenly said loudly, "You know what things will turn out to be, and you still want to stop us?"

But Philip Benjamin didn't even have the intention to speak, his eyes swept over Cyril again, and then there was a burst of tidal waves behind him.

Cyril's complexion changed slightly, and Philip was only gaining momentum, but he already felt the astonishing magic power.But before he could respond, a figure came up and stood in front of him.

Neil Alden.

"Alden!" he shouted in a low voice, and it was Alden's firmer voice that answered him:
"Lord Count."

"You guys go ahead first, I will stop you, Lord Executor."

"But you—" There was an absolute disparity in their strength, and Cyril still remembered the scene of Alden being hit hard by the judge.

Cornel Alden just shook his head slightly.

"This is a long overdue battle between the criminal on the wanted list and the judge."

Then he let out a long breath, squatted down slowly, and opened his hands staggered in front of him.

"I'll catch up with you."

(End of this chapter)