Chapter 288: Imperial Japanese Church

Near the Mana Tower, all the ruins have been cleared. The foundations that were originally buried by the Magic Council in order to build the Mana Tower, and the remaining magic circles have also been swept away one by one to prevent the remnants of these different systems from affecting the magic circle of the cultivator. Make an impact.
Every time a place is cleared, large pieces of rare materials will be transported and placed on it, waiting for the scientific research team and the president to formulate an accurate large array map, immediately begin to arrange the array.
Long spears and other military personnel are responsible for the defense, surrounded by many black armor and red cloaks, long spears standing on the sword like a javelin, strands of heaven and earth aura pouring into his body and the flying sword around his waist, one for each person. Bit by bit, the sword accumulates its heritage, waiting for a common qualitative change in decades and hundreds of years.
The same is true for the nine teams around, the aura of heaven and earth gathered on the team leader and the flying swords in their hands and then quickly spread to all the members of the team.
So many people swallow aura with all their strength to form a slight aura tide, which brings up gusts of wind, and under inertia, everyone's cultivation speed has been improved by 10 to 1.2%.
Legend has it that in the ancient times, there were hundreds of thousands of immortal cultivators in the super sects who were alive and cultivating at the same time. The scale was huge and magnificent, enough to roll up the aura tides in a radius of thousands of miles. , The cultivation of sect disciples is thousands of miles, which is beyond the reach of the disciples of each small sect.
The spear that was cultivating suddenly opened his eyes, and the subminiature aura of the 120 people in ten teams disappeared immediately.
"Alert, prepare, the tide of refugees is coming in half a minute."
Looking around, he confirmed that the various team leaders had digested the information, and he continued: "We will not take the initiative to attack the refugees, but they are not allowed to attack our position. After the warning, we still refuse to obey, and still want to force the attack on the position and kill."
"Yes, received."
"Roger that."
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One kilometer away, Prince Gresta looked at him tremblingly in front of him. He was covered in blood, and he couldn't find a piece of good meat on his whole body: "Are you sure, the heresy of the speaker is dead?"
A cruel smile appeared on his face: "The welcome just now was just an appetizer. If you let me know that you are trying to deceive me, you will know the true passion of our Imperial Knights."
There was a terrifying scar on his face, and he almost split his handsome face with the white brain inside.
And this is just the aftermath of the speaker rushing to chase down the sky knight Cass and the two of them. There are no ants like Prince Gresta and Bishop Oli in the eyes of such a big man.
No matter how honorable they are in their respective camps, how powerful they are in their hands.
The mage stubbornly covered the position of his right ear, and looked at the handsome Prince Gresta in terror. The blood flowed from his fingers like a fountain and fell to the ground.
It was this seemingly sunny and noble youth who tore his ears off and threw it to his feet.
He endured the pain and said: "Big... Your lord, it is true, the Speaker... he... summoned a blood devil, was... he was angered by the world, and was smashed into pieces by the endless thunder."
Prince Gresta was expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Lost Lamb, don't be afraid, how strong are those blood demons?"
Bishop Ollie behind Prince Gresta asked with a gentle expression. Compared with Prince Gresta, who was almost killed, he was intact except that his golden priest's robe was slightly stained with dirt. He was handsome and warm. A smile is very easy to trust, just like meeting a strange and enthusiastic elder.
There was a confused look in the mage's eyes, and he said blankly: "I...I have seen that there are thousands of them, but only a few hundred have a similar aura to a formal mage, and their strength should be about the same as mine."
Bishop Oli's voice was vague and vague as in a dream: "Is there a devil beyond the official rank of mage? My child."
"No...no"
"Are you sure? Boy, think about it again, what else is missing?"
"Really, really no more... Uncle, my whole body hurts, it hurts..."
The mage shook his head hard, like a child afraid of being punished by his parents.
"Oh, boy, I'll get you free, heresy."
The sound of the last two words suddenly became extremely cold. The mage suddenly opened his eyes, but before he could react, the holy light filled his head, his head burst open, hot blood, sticky brain pulp, and pale bone fragments. Sprinkle everywhere.
A red light wall appeared in front of Prince Gresta, blocking these filthy things, and angrily said to Bishop Ollie: "Oli, don't be so disgusting!"
He said coldly: "Also, I have promised him before. If he tells the truth, I will let him go. You let me violate my promise. I hope there will be no next time."
A holy light appeared in front of Bishop Ollie and burned all the filthy things that it shot at him into ashes. He was slightly surprised when he heard the words: "You really intend to keep your promise? I thought you were lying to him."
"My Flame Saint Lion Family is a royal family, and I can do everything I say, not like you despicable priests."
Bishop Ollie said indifferently: "For the glory of the Lord, I am willing to bear sin. Do you say that what he said is true?"
Speaking of business matters, Prince Gresta calmed down: "It should be true. He is just an official mage, unable to hide his thoughts in front of a ground knight and bishop priest."
"Yeah, but it doesn't matter whether he saw the truth or not."
The two looked at each other and both fell silent. To be honest, the thunder just now was too weird, and the names of and the devil were too loud, and Prince Gresta didn't want to go to that place.
As for Bishop Ollie?
According to Prince Gresta’s understanding, these priests seem to have the supremacy of the light and devote themselves to the of light at any time, but in fact they are more disgusting than the most disgusting nobles. It is impossible for them to dedicate themselves to the of light. , It's still possible for those low-level priests whose brains are burned out.
"Go, kill those blood demons, that mage didn't lie, their strength is indeed very weak."
Just as Prince Gresta hesitated, a voice that was completely official came into his mind, making his face quickly bitter.
For Cass, the sky knight, the task of recovering the magic capital must be completed, which is related to his wealth and further hope.
And he did not deceive Prince Gresta, the strength of those blood demons is indeed weak according to observations, he can kill them all alone.
Of course, after all, with the name of and the devil in the legend, in order to prevent possible weirdness and danger, it is necessary for Prince Gresta and the others to test it. This is the meaning of their existence as low-level knights. .
It was their task to conquer the city of magic power. Even if there was an accident, the emperor had nothing to say, and he was not just a son.
Bishop Ollie on the opposite side also showed a bitter expression similar to Prince Gresta.