The three night patrol teams of the Church of Light converged and surrounded the wagons in the alley from a distance.

After a brief exchange of views, the captains began to select warriors and monks from their respective teams to form a temporary assault team, and the selected priests were very silent, and occasionally a few would explain a few words to their companions, as if they were parting with life and death.

"Forward!"

The knight who led the team let out a low shout, and the tall warriors raised their big shields to form a shield wall, protecting the light monks behind them, and forced them forward as if they were dead.

But just when everyone was dozens of meters away from the carriage, the whole carriage disappeared unbelievably with the horses.

The expected fierce battle did not happen, and the team members in charge of the assault should have been glad that they didn't have to fight hard, but such a strange scene made them shiver all over, and they were sweating in this cold winter.

"Lord Jassim, carriage ....... Gone, they fled. ”

The squad leader of the assault team hurriedly ran to the rear and reported to the chief knight who was in control of the overall situation.

"I saw it, the carriage was gone. ”

The knight chief was also shocked inexplicably, the three night patrol teams chased for most of the night and finally surrounded the target, but now this incomprehensible thing happened, if it wasn't for the super pain of pinching his thigh just now, he would have thought that he was hallucinating.

Jassim immediately turned back to one of the Light Monks and ordered, "Pollin, go up and follow their tracks immediately!"

The monk named Pauline hurried to the place where the freight wagon had disappeared, and a large beam of light continued to shine on the staff, illuminating the darkness of the early morning.

But after a while, nothing unusual happened in the darkness, and he had to return to report to Jassim.

"Is the clue broken? Are you telling me that a carriage and two horses flew out of thin air? Even if the cargo flies, those Night Cultists also fly? As a night tracker of the Night Patrol, you can't tell the aura of darkness?" Jassim's eyes narrowed, and there was a fierce aura coming out of his body.

In the face of Jassim's anger, Monk Bolin did not hesitate, but said without humility or arrogance: "Lord Jassim, I have released the Light Divine Technique three times, and I have found no trace of the night, maybe the enemy we chased all night is not the Night Cultist, but ...... Rare illusionist. ”

"They're not Night Cultists, so how come a few of our Church brothers have been drained of blood?"

One of the captains of the Night Patrol angrily shouted at Paulin, his Night Patrol had the smallest number of people, and almost all of the rest were wounded, apparently after a fierce and thrilling battle.

"Alright Bicol, now is not the time to worry about this, let's end this patrol! we're embarrassed enough these days, don't let Twilight teach those people to see our jokes. Jassim stopped the excited captain of the Night Patrol and decided to give up on the action.

"Jassim, there must have been something very important in that carriage, and they were in a hurry to drive away, or else....... None of us will survive. If we can catch up with them and get something, we can compensate for our mistakes......."

"I said to give up this night patrol, you didn't even see who the enemy was, half of your brother died, we chased him for most of the night but we don't know how he disappeared, what kind of opponent is this? How many brothers do you want to die for your recklessness?"

Jassim suddenly brought his face to Bicol's, squirting roaring saliva all over his face.

Bicol stiffened, and it took a while before he lowered his head in despair, tonight his night patrol team suffered heavy losses, and he was the captain of the team who led the team to be severely held accountable afterwards, originally thought that he would chase after him to atone for his crimes, but now it seems that it is impossible.

"Bicol, this enemy is not something we can deal with, and we will intercede with the Bishop on your behalf. ”

Bicol nodded, accepting his fate, as he would no longer be the captain of the Nasser Night Patrol from tomorrow, and the best outcome would be to be sent to the Northern Wall, where he would die in the fight against the Night Cultists again and again.

...........

...........

Charles didn't know that he had changed the fate of many people overnight, and he was thanking Lycia thousands of miles away, and it was because of her reminder that Charles had benefited greatly today.

"You said Her Majesty made you a space item?"

Charles didn't notice Lycia's surprise from the spiritual token, but said in a somewhat conspicuous way.

"Yes, it was 'she' who lent me a little bit of divine power, and I barely communicated with the spiritual power void through this space item, and then loaded the carriage into it, but unfortunately, the two horses died after being loaded in, and the spiritual power void can't accommodate living creatures?"

“.........”

Lycia looked at the black metal plate in front of her, pondering the words sent by Charles, and for a moment she didn't know how to reply.

A carriage can fit into the spiritual power void, plus it can also fit two horses, so how big is the spiritual power void he occupies?

Lycia asked Charles to go to Her Majesty for help at that time, her original intention was not to let him engage in any spiritual power void, but to ask Her Majesty to persuade him to give up all spiritual power materials and save his life first.

Lycia is not a young man with low emotional intelligence like Charles, she can feel that Her Majesty values Charles, and the price of a cart of spiritual potions may not be as serious as his scratching skin.

Now her feelings have come true. Her Majesty actually gave him the power of the true god, the purpose of which was just to open his own spiritual power void, what kind of favor was this?

Lycia sighed, her fingers flew quickly, and she wrote a reply to Charles on the spiritual power token: "Ordinary beings and humans cannot adapt to the environment of the spiritual power void, only spiritual power pets with extremely strong vitality and high-level transcendents can survive in the spiritual power void for a short time. ”

"I see, I was thinking of hiding dozens of cavalry in my spiritual power void at the beginning, and suddenly releasing them to hammer my opponent to death when I was fighting with someone!"

Lycia: ".........."

The new head of the Moorish Church was completely speechless, not because Charles's ideas did not fit his identity, but because the words "dozens of horsemen" struck her heart.

She couldn't help but ask a somewhat presumptuous question: "Mr. Charles, how much space does your spiritual power have?"

Charr sensed the size of his spiritual power space, raised his hand and recovered, "Twenty carriages are the size!" She said that my body is too fragile, and if I borrow too much divine power, it will get out of control. ”

Lycia threw out her spiritual power token with a wave of her hand, directly penetrating the walls of the palace and not knowing where it flew.

"Twenty wagons, are you showing me off? You're a little guy who can't even take a slap in the face. ”

Lycia walked up and down her palace, her beautiful face full of jealousy and disdain.

After walking back and forth for a long time, she gritted her teeth and walked to the front of the palace altar and knelt down.

After a few moments, the endless darkness completely obscured her figure, as if the small space had vanished into thin air.

"Your Majesty, the Earl of Charles asked me something just now....... He said that his spiritual power void was the size of twenty carriages......."

"Smack!"

A bowl of purple lightning struck Lycia, slamming her slender body to the ground and shaking.

"Are you competing with him?"

Lycia fell to the ground and trembled, "Forgive my greed, Great Majesty!"

A tiny speck of stardust emerged from the darkness and slowly seeped into Lycia's body, her body trembling even more.

"What I give you, you must accept, what I don't give you, you are not allowed to rob!"

Lycia felt the powerful power brought to her by the stardust in her body, and knew that she had obtained the power of the true god she had dreamed of, and her heart couldn't help but be happy and a little sour at the same time.

Because she now understands completely that Charles's side is close, and her side is behind.