Lord Roar

Chapter 47

The ascetics of the Holy See are called "saints" who are far away from "mortals" by the outside world.

The Holy See has its own magic team, and there are many magicians among them who are extremely devout believers. When these magicians cannot break through their own advancement again, they will enter the Holy See Valhalla and become ascetics.

The Hall of Valor is not a house, but a town in the mountains behind the Holy See headquarters.

The town seemed removed from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, and from all civilization.

There are only two kinds of people living in it, one kind of ascetic and one kind of templar.

Those who enter the Hall of Valor will never appear in front of the world except to participate in battles. If there is no order from the Great Pope, they will not show up in front of everyone until the moment of their death.

And at the price of freedom, they exchanged for the same level of holy light magic.

Ascetics and Templars in the Hall of Valor, there are only two things to do, one is to pray to the Holy Father every day, and the other is to suffer to death and constantly torment themselves.

As for how to toss and pray, no one knows, anyway, these religious lunatics are a bunch of abnormal guys.

The status of ascetics is detached, and they never participate in the struggle for power, nor do they covet enjoyment. The only thing they have to do is to serve the war of the Holy See and wait to die.

Hurent also spent a lot of money today, and actually brought two ascetics with him.

Except for Allen, everyone knows the horror of ascetics, especially Thackeray and Wither.

These guys are no longer magicians in the pure sense. Holy light magic has multiple functions. In addition to being used for healing, it can accelerate the release of magic or even instant silent casting, increase the power of mana and the distance of casting, etc., itself The practice of magic or battle qi plus holy light magic is not as simple as one plus one at all, but a geometric multiplication of one's own strength.

Especially the ascetic, who was heavily protected and attacked coldly, was more difficult to deal with than all the soldiers under Hurent combined, so withering made another attack.

Two handleless broken blades flew towards the two ascetics from behind Allen.

The two broken blades that had been smeared with poison did not make any contribution, because Hurrent waved the saber lightly, and the two broken blades were bounced off.

The two ascetics once again gathered the fire elements in the space, but before they could release the flaming saw blade, countless fireballs the size of washbasins fell from the sky.

Hurrent's complexion changed drastically, he grabbed an ascetic with one hand, and retreated violently.

Allen was overjoyed, and looked back at the old butler, thinking that the old coffin had finally been shot.

The old butler still had that hideous constipated expression, and he could tell at a glance that the spell hadn't been finished yet, and the fire rain just now was obviously not summoned by old Lacey.

"Damn, what are you summoning? Why is it taking so long?" Allen scolded dissatisfiedly: "Didn't you summon the portal and want to run away?"

Allen knows that a mentor-level magician, no matter what pedigree, can summon a large or small portal according to the strength of the magic power of the body, mainly for leaving the battlefield, and this kind of spell chanting is the most time-consuming long.

The old butler, who was still chanting the spell, almost spit out a mouthful of old blood in anger, and was almost interrupted by the mana and suffered a backlash.

Looking at Hurent outside the castle, he and the two ascetics escaped the fire and rain, and then quickly evacuated to a distance. Unfortunately, the crossbow team outside the castle and those who were about to continue running into the castle to die The infantry suffered.

In an instant, the rain of fire that fell on the ground caused a crack several meters long, and a large amount of lava gushed out of the crack.

Lava erupted from the cracks, and countless skull-sized meteorites fell in the air again. A scene like Shura's purgatory was outlined outside the castle. Hundreds of lives were harvested, which also fulfilled Hurent's wish. The old, weak, sick, and disabled who were carefully selected from the infantry of the ground dragon army were almost wiped out.

The legionnaires lying on the ground, covered in flames, rolled and howled all over the ground. In the end, the flames scorched their vocal cords, leaving only meaningless howls on the battlefield, and a group of corpses exuding a scorching smell. Mummy.

"What an overbearing fire magic!" Allen held his nose dumbfounded, and finally calm outside the castle, the cracks on the ground no longer erupted lava and slowly closed, and the rain of fire and meteorites that fell from the sky gradually extinguished, because they The mission was accomplished, and the hundreds of charred corpses were their masterpieces.

Thackeray looked at Allen, secretly contemptuous, this guy is really rare.

Allen just took his turn to draw the dragon halberd, and with the help of a group of friends and foreign aid, he couldn't even break through the gate of the castle.

Unexpectedly, a foreign aid from a magician ran out, and a sea of ​​flames at the level of a guide burned all the crossbowmen and infantry outside the castle to death, leaving no survivors within the range of the spell.

This is why most of the enshrined mages of the major legions are fire-type mages, and fire-type mages almost exist for killing and destruction.

Although the casting speed of large-scale magic is slow, it has two notable characteristics of high lethality and wide coverage, which can completely influence the direction of a local battle.

The scene outside the castle was like Shura’s purgatory, with the stench coming in. Two people, one tall and one short, appeared from a distance, as if walking into the back garden of their own house, stepping in from charred corpses. old castle.

"Royal Guard, Sally is here to greet His Excellency Allen."

"The court magician of the Kingdom of Locke, Kamet hereby greets His Excellency Allen."

Sally, a short wax gourd carrying a big burden, and Carmet, a tall and thin man dressed as a magician, half-kneeled in front of Allen, with hundreds of charred corpses behind them.

Dina happily ran up to the two of them, and shouted suspiciously: "Brother Sally and Uncle Carmet? So you were also sent by the Grand Duke to protect the second young master?"

The two got up and nodded with a smile.

Allen pointed to the two of them and looked at Dina: "You know each other again?"

"That's right, Brother Sally catches fish at the Mermaid Restaurant in the market, and Uncle Carmet works in the back kitchen of the Mermaid Restaurant."

Allen slapped his head, feeling again that his cheap dad really took great pains.

These guys are more weird than the other.

The little mummy with the young lady is withered, but she is actually a female assassin.

The rock hammer that forges iron is actually a third-order fighting spirit martial king.

The fisherman by the river is a snitch who is good at throwing nets.

The chef of the restaurant is a fire magician.

Just these four people can basically support the industrial chain of Qianshao County, including entertainment, catering, and military industries.

Now it's all over, the master who killed nearly a hundred of Hurent's personal guards, all gathered together.

And Hurente, who was already riding on a war horse in the distance, no longer had that leisurely expression, and his complexion seemed to be cloudy: "Fire magician, female assassin, third-level fighting spirit fighter, and a snitch! Mr. Locke!" Duke, it seems that you care about your useless little son."

One of the ascetics stepped forward and suggested: "Your Excellency, Legion Commander, ordinary soldiers can no longer pose a threat to them."

Huron nodded and said with a sneer, "Summon the Templars!"

After finishing speaking, Hurente glanced coldly at Wood who had been staying out of the way.

Wood sighed with a wry smile. Why did the good believers of the Supreme God become the sons of chaos?

(End of this chapter)