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Chapter 456 The Other Side of Time ([-])
All the wine and meat were robbed by Daphne and sent to the camp of the wounded in person.Jessie Ritter looked embarrassed: "Don't mind, it's all because of my lax parenting, hey! There is a shrew in the family, and the husband is hard to support. I'm ashamed, ashamed."

At this moment, Daphne's figure came out from behind the tent again.Jess Ritter heard the footsteps, and quickly changed his words: "My family's Daphne is gentle and understanding, she is a rare good girl, and being able to marry her is simply a blessing in ten lifetimes."

The Jesse Ritter in front of him was completely different from the holy sword Jesse Ritter whom Iman knew who was taciturn and only devoted himself to cultivation. He was simple and honest with a touch of cuteness.Different environments and different worlds create Jess Ritter with different temperaments.The only constant is his loyalty to his beliefs.

Daphne smiled softly, and sat at the table with her pointed chin propped up. Jess Ritter didn't dare to speak, so Iman had to ask questions.

"When did this Apocalypse of the Last Days come out?" Iman pointed to the thin booklet and asked.

Jessie Ritter looked depressed, and sighed deeply: "700 years ago, the Knights Templar was wiped out, and the Ark of the Covenant began to manifest its power. Some people said that the end of the world is coming. An organization was secretly established called the Order of the Last Days." .”

"The Ark of the Covenant manifested?" Yiman couldn't help being shocked. 700 years ago, it was the man in white who crossed the sea of ​​storms and disappeared in the Temple of the Sun. Did he also come to this world on the other side?Then went to a thousand years ago?
The Ark of the Covenant, a super artifact to protect mankind.Except for some natural chosen ones, such as Saint Helia, who can use the Ark of the Covenant, the Ark of the Covenant will only manifest its power when the end of the world is approaching.

"How does this pamphlet describe the end times?" Iman asked thoughtfully.

"The last days are the beginning of the world." This time it was Daphne who answered. She opened her teeth softly and smiled like a flower: "Time will return to the original point. God will never forget those who stick to their beliefs and will restart for us." Arrange a happy life. It is as beautiful as heaven, there is no war, no hunger, and there is only deep happiness."

"That's why we must persevere in our struggle." Jesse Ritter's tone was firm: "Only the most loyal fighters will be chosen by God to become citizens of the new world."

Yiman calmly, nodded seriously, and said in his heart: What you said is really true.

"The new world must be very beautiful, right?" Daphne had little stars in her eyes.

Yiman didn't answer, but asked instead: "What do you want the new world to look like?"

"My hope is not high." Daphne held Jessie Ritter's arm, looking at his face with tenderness: "Whether it is rich or poor, happiness or suffering, as long as I can be with Jesse Ritter, I will be together again. It’s enough to spend a lifetime together.”

Iman turned his head back and asked Jesse Ritter with his eyes. He looked a little lonely, and lowered his head and said, "Is there just a little bit more of my wish, except to be with Daphne, without her, I really don't know what to do." Know how to survive. Besides, I hope that the new world can have the Knights Templar and become a member of it. My instructor once said that I was born at the wrong time, otherwise with my potential, at least A tenth-level magician."

The new world and this world are indeed inextricably linked. God did not abandon these most loyal fighters and gave them a happy future.Yiman faintly felt in his heart that it's better not to tell the truth.

"How much do you know about the ark that manifested 700 years ago?" Iman asked.

Jess Ritter was silent for a while, and said: "I'm not very clear about the specifics. I heard that the Pope at that time used the Ark of the Covenant to send away a visitor from another world. I think that person's origin is the same as yours."

Daphne was silent for a while, and added: "I suggest you consult the Pope, of course, you must pass the introduction of the commander of the exorcism pass."

"It's not too late, I'll take you to see Marshal Prosis." Jessie Lite stood up and said solemnly: "I'm afraid you won't be able to hold the Exorcism Pass, I suggest you leave early and go to The location of the temple, the capital of the dragon."

Sure enough, this world is somewhat different from the world Iman is in.The location of the temple is not in the holy land of Talandra, but in the capital of the Han and Tang Empires, the Capital of Panlong.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet." Jessie Lit led the way and asked back.

"Imanhold."

"What?" Jessie Lite's face changed drastically, as if he heard a vicious curse.

"What's wrong?" Yiman couldn't help feeling strange, could there be something wrong with the name.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, it's just a coincidence." Jessie waved his hands, his expression normal.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Jessie Ritter was obviously hiding something, leading the way in silence.Yiman was puzzled, but she was too embarrassed to ask more questions.

In Yiman's world, what a grand event it is for the temple to fight against the thirteenth-order monster at the end of the evening at the Exorcism Pass.In today's Exorcism Pass, the atmosphere on the eve of the war is very strong. The soldiers silently wiped their weapons and groomed their beloved horses for the last time. The momentum is still not too much.

Yiman looked around in the tent, and finally couldn't help asking: "Why are there only horses for the mounts, what about unicorns, Pegasus? And golden beetles?"

Jesse Ritter stood where he was, and asked with a puzzled expression, "What is a golden beetle?"

It was only then that Yiman realized that the war equipment in this world was far inferior to that of the world where Yiman lived.There is no golden beetle that can stand alone, no heavy armor like a torrent of steel, no pegasus and griffin that control the air.The soldiers relied entirely on their flesh and blood to resist the attack of the demon overlord.

The only ballistas and catapults are poorly equipped and limited in power. They cannot keep up with the advanced weapons developed by Paradise Island, let alone the sky-defying alchemy weapons such as meteorite rail guns.

In this case, the war continued for nearly a thousand years.

Sing and cry.

A dilapidated cowhide tent, the patches on the holes are so conspicuous, Jess Ritter said to Iman: "You wait outside the tent first, I will go in and report first."

After a while, Jesslet came out of the tent and said to Iman, "Marshal Prosis is welcome." Then he whispered, "Marshal Prosis is a tenth-level warrior, and he has a very violent temper. Don't make him angry."

Iman patted Jessie Ritter's shoulder, and said sincerely: "Don't worry, I have my own measure. When I have a chance in the future, I will definitely treat you and Daphne to a good drink."

Jesse Ritter turned his hands away and looked to the north, where a terrifying purple-eyed corps was stationed: "I'm afraid, there are not many chances. The next battle will be more or less ominous." Still not afraid of death.

"Yes, there will be a chance." Iman said meaningfully: "God, I didn't abandon you and Daphne."

"What the Apocalypse says is true, isn't it?" At this moment, Jessie Ritter's eyes shone with hope.

Yiman smiled, and walked into the marshal's tent without thinking.

Marshal Proxis, his face was as sharp as a knife, and his beard seemed to have not been shaved for a long time, showing the masculinity of a man.But Yiman still saw a little familiarity on his face.

Proxis stared at Iman, sized him up carefully, nodded and said, "Is it Imanhold? My first impression of you is good, except for your name, of course."

Yiman held his chin and asked with more interest: "I am the opposite of you, but I am very interested in your name. Can you tell me your full name? Marshal Proxis?"

"Joseph Prosis, what's the matter, is there a problem with this name?" Marshal Prosis was puzzled.

Yiman didn't speak, but took out a small bottle of wine from the storage space.

The bottle is carved from precious red agate, without any impurities, and the style is exquisite.Among them, the bright red liquid is delicate and beautiful, like fine wine and jade liquid.

Marshal Prosis's eyes straightened immediately, he grabbed the wine bottle, opened it, took a sip, and cursed loudly: "Damn it, which grandson made the wine with precious medicinal materials, he doesn't know these medicinal materials , how many wounded can be saved?"

"Look at the name of this wine." Yiman said.

On the bottle, engraved with exquisite fonts: Proses VII.

(End of this chapter)