Master Taylor is very satisfied, this battle has obtained a lot of precious observation data, which plays a vital role in the research and development of the combat humanoid, you know, in Greenwich to find a strong man to cooperate so much, and will not directly destroy the combat humanoid, it is much more difficult.

For Greenwich's master craftsmen, the research project is the most important thing, they have no interest in the power struggles in the League of Order, and they don't want to be leaders to command the army anyway, since they are all in the rear, so what difference does it make who will command.

However, if he asked Taylor's opinion, he still thought that it would be better to let someone like Rosen who he knew better be in charge, after all, Rosen still understands the demands of the Els better, doesn't he?

The battle humanoid stopped, the mana at the joints dissipated, and it disintegrated into lifeless pieces of metal that fell to the ground, and Taylor began to store them in the storage space.

The battle just now allowed the nobles to see something they had never seen before, and the battle figure was at least very skilled in combat, and it was silent and unexpected, if it could exist as a guard, then it must be excellent.

Of course, some of them were aware of the role of the battle figure in the war, and they were more concerned about cost and production capacity, but in any case, Taylor's display was quite successful, at least the vast majority of the nobles present had already developed a strong interest in the battle figure.

By the time Taylor returned to his seat, many nobles had already begun to ask him about the details of the battle form, presumably by returning this time, he would be able to bring more funds and orders, and even get some other assistance.

The Great Sanctuary became a little lively for a while, and although the two consecutive battles just now could not be said to be hearty, they were at least much more exciting, and people also changed from not knowing much about this king of ashes of Isrul to a little respect.

After all, there are still only a handful of people in this world who can fight the forces of the Quartet with their own strength and not lose their elegance.

But almost as soon as the whispering of the Great Sanctuary was at its climax, a man appeared, and the place was quiet again.

He walked up to Rosen, and it was clear that he was going to challenge Rosen's appearance.

Why?

Many people were puzzled, and they looked at the one who was under the statue of the goddess.

Bishop Eldridge said nothing, silently looking at the two men in the center of the Great Chapel.

Lawson didn't speak, only made a gesture of invitation, even if it meant that he was in battle.

"Is he really going to make a move?"

"Does this count as bullying the small?"

"I think he'll be tempted to use his true strength to wipe out Isrul's guys. ”

"This is in front of so many people, no matter how powerful his Templar is, it is impossible for him to do this, right?"

"But that's the Night's Watch. ”

Yes, it was none other than the head of the Templar's Inquisition that stood up in front of Rosen in the midst of the public's criticism.

Brian Ludwig.

The Chief Night Watchman, Brian, who reigned for more than thirty years, shortened the hunt list by a quarter, and personally eradicated no less than 100 heretics, and in a sense, he was also the most hated.

For among those heresies there were some noble lords, and even those within the Templars.

But he was also the most prestigious man besides Archbishop Eldridge, without whom he had saved at least several times as many people as he had killed.

If sacrificing the minority in order to save the majority is justice, then there is no doubt that Brian is just.

My heart and deeds are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is righteous.

That's his motto.

Standing in front of Rosen, Brian suddenly thought of the night a long time ago, when he was looking through the hunt list, the name he saw was the same name Rosen, the same ash, and the same swordsmanship, but Brian really couldn't connect the two people together.

What kind of power can make a person make such great progress in just half a year?

According to legend, only the saints selected by the goddess can step from mortals to the realm of saints overnight, and although Rosen's advancement speed is not as fast as those saints, it is also unprecedented.

Is it a hidden strength, or is there something else?

Brian didn't know, but he knew that he was standing here not to eradicate heresy, but to preserve orthodoxy.

The Templar has been lost for far too long.

"Lord Ludwig, the Templar has already sent a man, what do you mean by coming up now?"

Liliana asked suddenly, causing many people present to look at the red-haired woman.

"Is the Templar just bullying others and bullying the small?"

Hearing her words, many nobles nodded one after another, most of them were small countries attached to the mage and the Rainbow Tower, so naturally they were not too worried about the authority of the Sanctuary.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Rosen spoke at this point.

"There are so many people in the Templar that if it's just a representative, maybe it won't convince everyone, so I'm standing here, and you can challenge it at will. ”

When he said this, everyone was stunned.

This can't be said casually, Rosen said so, then it means that all the forces can use all their strength to consume his physical strength, and wear down Rosen with wheel warfare, not to mention anything else, this is the home of the Templar, and their strong men are endless, and they don't worry about running out at all.

"The Inquisition, Brian Ludwig, is here to challenge the Ashes King of Isrul. ”

Hearing this, Brian was not polite, the night watchman is not a noble knight, when they can win, they will do whatever it takes, as long as they have a clear conscience about themselves, then everything is right.

Besides, Brian is confident that after him, Lawson will not have to be challenged by others, because he will stand there instead.

"Please advise. ”

Rosen said, paying full attention and watching Brian's every move.

Dressed in the black robes of the Night Watch, the cardinal looked like an elderly uncle, but he was full of fierce murderous energy, and he could even feel the endless sea of corpses and blood hovering around him.

But in the blood light, there is a faint bit of holy light, which makes the whole picture very weird.

Brian raised his right hand and held it in mid-air, countless inscriptions circulated, and a sword hilt appeared in his hand.

The hilt of the sword was mottled silver, revealing a solemn aura of history, and for some reason, Rosen felt a little familiar.

On the hilt of the sword, it was not the expected sword body, but a ray of light.

The pale blue light, like the light of the moon, was woven into the edge of the long sword.

As soon as the sword appeared, everyone let out an exclamation.

Because it was the holy sword Ayerslan, the holy sword lost in the long river of history.