Surprised me into a goddess of light

I raise my eyebrows slightly. The third-tier defensive magic of the third-tier magister is quite effective. With my current electromagnetic cannon power, it is estimated that it will be difficult to defeat it.

But it doesn't matter, after all, I still have teammates.

I blinked at Izayoi, and shot out the silver coin in my hand.

boom!

The terrifying light beam hit the black wall of light, erupting with dazzling glare, crazily impacting and wreaking havoc.

The light and thunder elements formed a strong ring-shaped shock wave, sweeping around, and everything in the auction house was defeated one after another. Under the high-energy level lightning, the entire hall was almost instantly reduced to ruins.

The thunder light disappeared, and the mouse man put down his staff, looking at the mess around him, his expression froze for a second.

This is the underground auction house that he worked so hard to set up for many years, but it was directly destroyed by a magic.

This power is too great.

Unexpectedly, the mouse man was in a turmoil, and before he had time to get angry, a sharp sword light suddenly shot out from the side and stabbed at his side.

It was Izayoi who bypassed frontal magic and made a surprise attack.

Under the high-speed attack, the mouse boy had no time to chant magic, so he could only raise his staff in a panic, condensing several layers of dark element barriers.

However, Izayoi's blade cannot be resisted by simple magic power.

Her eyes moved slightly, her bright red eyes were fixed on the elemental barrier, and a deep and secluded aura suddenly appeared.

The next moment, a beam of sword light passed through the mouse man's body and hit the gray outer wall in the distance.

The half-meter-thick gray iron stone wall was pierced directly.

The Rat Man only felt a pain in his chest, as if something had passed through, taking away all the heat and vitality of his body.

Izayoi stood behind him, the thestral in his hand was shining with a strange red light, completely evaporating the stained blood.

The staff in the Devil Mouse Man's hand fell to the ground, trembling, he touched his chest, but found a bloodstain.

He looked down at the terrible penetrating wound on his chest, opened his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Sword intent..."

After uttering these two words, the Rat Man lost his last strength, and collapsed to the ground with an expression of unwillingness and disbelief.

"Xiao Ye, you did a great job!"

I took the elf and walked a few steps, and came to the side of Izayoi.

On the Thestral sword, the red light gradually disappeared.

Izayoi was inexplicably silent for a second, then put away the Thestral sword, and nodded slightly.

At this time, a sneering voice suddenly sounded: "Magicians are really useless, and a third-level magister can't even persist for a while."

We turned our heads and saw a man with a long sword in his hand and an open heart walking in at the entrance of the auction house.

He stared at us indifferently, as well as the devil mouse boy who fell on the ground, the long sword in his hand was hanging on the ground, slowly dragging.

As he walked, a series of sparks were drawn on the ground by the tip of the sword.

"I wanted to save your life, but I didn't expect to die so quickly."

"But it's not bad. From today on, the Feren Auction House will belong to me."

I narrowed my eyes, this is the helper waiting for the Ratman, and also the third-tier keeper of the slave market in the West End.

Without the powerhouses of Tier [-] sitting in charge, the danger of the slave market will decrease linearly.

In this way, the bought slaves can be allowed to carry out the plan.

I tapped the snow heron in my pocket and asked her to send a message to old wizard Field and set out to free the slave.

In the slave market, a rickety old man in shabby clothes sat on the side of the street, calmly looking at the rows of iron cages.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, as if he had received some news.

The old magician stood up, smiled, and walked slowly towards the cage.

At the same time, the second-tier slaves who were scattered throughout the market got up one after another and walked towards the slave traders in the middle of the street.

Chapter 140 Nine

Scum No one is born to want to be a slave, even those who have been brainwashed from childhood and instilled in the creed of slavery desire the status of freedom.

It's just that under the pressure of force and contract, they have no choice.

When the old magician and his party raided the market to deal with the watchman and the slave trader, the slaves in the cage were stunned.

They were worried about being chased after they escaped, and they couldn't believe that someone would rescue them.

It wasn't until the old magician destroyed the iron cage, opened the stolen slave contract documents, and burned stacks of contracts with his own hands, that the eyes of the slaves gradually lit up.

As the first slave ran out of the iron cage screaming wildly, as if it was a signal, all the slaves ran out, and the entire market was in chaos.

They laughed, even cried, and smashed all the surrounding slave stalls into a gray torrent, rushing out of the market.

The slave traders wanted to stop them, but the turbulent crowd couldn't stop them at all, especially when the third-tier old magician fired wind blades and cooperated with the slaves to kill a row of city guards, those city guards with weapons could not stop them. Dare to step forward.

In the auction house, the man with his shirt on and holding a sword heard the noise in the distance, stopped in his footsteps, and turned around suddenly.

In the sky above the slave market, flames and black smoke kept coming out, and the sound of explosions as guards and attackers clashed from time to time.

The sword-wielding man's face changed drastically. He realized that he had been tricked into diverting the tiger away from the mountain, and he turned around and was about to go back to suppress the market.

At this time, I will naturally not let him go.

There was a sound of cracking silk in the air, and a silver coin roared towards it, carrying a thunderous light all over the sky.

The sword-wielding man had no choice but to mobilize his fighting spirit and swung his sword to resist.

The sword blade accurately slashed on the silver coin, and in a hurry, the sword-wielding man was thrown backwards by a huge shock, leaving an obvious gap in the blade, and almost fell out of his hand.

His body was numb, and his empty door was exposed, but after all, he was a third-level swordsmanship master. At this level, even minor injuries were not considered.

However, taking advantage of this brief opportunity, Izayoi had already arrived at his side, and the Thestral in his hand was chopped off without any fanfare.

On the Thestral sword body, the bewitching blood-red light reappeared, combined with the ferocious dark sword intent, exuding terrifying power.

The sword-wielding man gritted his teeth, and regardless of the force of the impact, forcibly withdrew the deflected long sword to block the Thestral sword.

There was a bang when the fighting spirit was exchanged, as if the sword-wielding man had been hit by an invisible mountain, his sleeve immediately broke, shattered into countless debris, and flew away.

The most frightening thing was that the meridian on his arm was like a hemp rope that couldn't bear the strength, it was almost broken every inch, and he couldn't move his battle energy for the time being.

The sword-wielding man's mind changed drastically, and his eyes were terrified. He didn't expect Izayoi's dagger to be so powerful, and one of his hands was crippled with one strike.

Although there are factors of his underestimation and haste, the power of this sword is still too exaggerated.

Shiliuye was calm, his face was indifferent, no matter how bright the red light of the Thestral in his hand was, it was cut down by another sword light with sword intent.

The sword-wielding man let out a stern shout, and the surging battle energy gushed out unreservedly, wanting to turn it into a Tier [-] battle armor to resist the sword.

At this time, a voice rang out in a low voice: "Field of Demon Sealing, Dou Qi Banning."

The sword-wielding man's heart skipped a beat, and he felt his body's vindictive energy suddenly stagnate. Although it was only for a moment, it delayed the vindictive armor that he could have completed immediately by a second.

I was holding the elf with one hand, but the other hand was lit with a blue light. It was just learned from the book, the mid-range, range-based restraint.

With the cooperation of Izayoi and I, the sword-wielding man at this moment has no time to defend with his long sword, and has no time to gather his fighting spirit, so he is in a desperate situation.

Suddenly, a high-pitched, powerful voice shouted from a distance: "Be merciful with the sword!"

When the sword-wielding man heard this voice, his expression immediately relaxed, feeling that he should have been rescued.

But he was wrong, Izayoi didn't show mercy, and didn't even slow down his movements a bit.

The sword light of thestral fell suddenly, and landed on the sword-wielding man, forming a straight path of blood.

A bloodstain, sprayed with blood, the third-tier swordsmanship master died.

The man who spoke just now came late, looked at the chaotic auction hall, and the two third-tier powerhouses who had fallen to the ground, and sighed heavily.

He was wearing a brown coat, his eyebrows were very light, and his face was slightly wrinkled, as if he had been working hard, but his overly burly body gave him an iron-blooded and powerful aura.

It was the lord of Faerun City, Antonio.

Antonio looked at the two men in black with mysterious figures, and said with a wry smile: "You two classmates, are you provoked by someone? Why do you want to kill people in this kind of place?"

"Why kill?"

Now that I was recognized, I stopped hiding, lifted my hat, and said in my original voice, "Master Antonio, I really want to ask you, why did Faerun set up a slave market?"

Antonio sighed and said: "Where there is light, there is darkness. There are always some dirty places in a city. This is a normal thing, but you are still students and have little experience, so you may not understand."

I sneered and said, "In other words, this auction house and the slave market in the dungeon were all set up with your tacit approval?"

Antonio shook his head and was about to speak when another voice suddenly sounded: "Of course not."

Sixteen nights and I turned our heads and saw a middle-aged mage wearing a light red magic robe with a holy emblem of light inlaid on his chest, walking slowly.

His hairline is a bit high, and his temples are slightly white. He is the president of the magic union and the third-rank high priest of the Light God Sect, Ada Selt.

"Of course not acquiescence."

As Celt walked, he smiled and said, "Miss, everything you see, the entire underground town, the four major urban areas, all the auction houses and slave markets, are all the wealth of the city owner."

Antonio's expression changed slightly, and he said angrily, "Selter, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Celt chuckled and said, "My lord, I have agreed to your request for a share of the space teleportation array, but you don't agree to my conditions. Then I can only take a little coercive means."

"Besides, these two ladies have already killed two of your confidant mercenaries, are you still planning to cover up like this?"

Antonio's eyes flickered, his angry expression lasted for a few seconds, and he finally calmed down.

He glanced at the two dead Tier [-] subordinates, his eyes gradually became sharper, and said: "In this case, Celt, I agree to your conditions, but the Tianqi Academy is powerful, so please remember not to let other people know about it."

Celt showed a look that everything was under control, and said: "That's right, don't worry, Lord City Master, catch these two ladies, and we will make a deal, so naturally no third person will know."

I quietly watched the performance of the two, and suddenly asked: "President Selt, I heard that you are the high priest of the Light God Sect?"

Seltzer nodded and smiled politely: "Yes, beautiful lady."

I asked curiously: "How did a scum like you become the high priest of the Sect of Light? Or, are there many scum like you in the Sect of Light?"

"Scum?"

Celt smiled, shook his head and said, "Don't say that, I can only say that I enjoy life better."

"As for the Light God Sect, as the high priest of the West Bright Temple, I am loyal to the church, and my belief in the Goddess of Light is a lesson from heaven and earth!"

Chapter 150

The third-order peak looked at Celt's pious and serious look, and I was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say.

The philosophy of the Light God Sect is order and light, which bring peace and warmth to people, and a malicious person like Celt should belong to the chaotic and dark Dark God Sect no matter how you look at it.

But in fact, he does have all the abilities of the third-level high priest of light, and his belief in the goddess of light is not false.

I rubbed my frowning brows and said, "Selter, is this how the Goddess of Light taught you to do evil?"

Selt sighed softly, a tangled and complicated expression appeared on his face with a sense of justice.

He closed his eyes, tapped four times on the mage robe on his chest, and painted it in the shape of a galaxy swirl in the holy emblem of light.

Celt lowered his hands, bowed his head and recited: "Supreme, great, incomparable Goddess of Light, I have committed the sin of unclean thoughts, and I am here to confess to you."

"Goddess, I beg for your favor, for your forgiveness, and for your forgiveness."

"Selter didn't want to commit a crime, but they are so beautiful that I can't stop my thoughts. I beg you to guide me... I pray that you will cleanse my heart and free me from the pain... ...."

"I also pray that you will give me the strength to get these two girls..."

"As long as I get them, I am willing to donate all the wealth of the Magic Union to help the church spread to more and farther places and spread light."

"Praise the goddess."

He prayed for a while, tapped his chest four times, and ended the ceremony.

Celt opened his eyes, his expression relaxed a lot, and he smiled and said, "I feel that the goddess has forgiven me."

"Also, the goddess guided me to catch you. This is the guidance of the gods. For the sake of the light of the mainland and the development of the god religion, you should catch them without a fight."

I was stunned for a moment, and I was really shocked by Celt's operation.

"How did you perceive the guidance of the goddess?"

Celt spread his hands and said with a smile: "The power of the goddess is infinite, and it can naturally guide the thinking of believers. We just have to let nature take its course."

Isn't this just doing what you want?Actually dumping the blame on the goddess?

Sixteen nights walked up to me and said, "Eve, don't tell him too much, it's meaningless."