"Well, do you still want to say no? It seems that you are almost on fire if you want to kill people under my nose with your ability, and I advise you to find something to put on first, lest others say that I am a dignified marquis and bullies a bare-bottomed child. Hehehe. "It must be said that the Marquis is no wonder that Lilian's father, and the tradition of taunting the enemy and not missing any opportunity to strike at the enemy is true and true.

"Hahaha, that's it!"

"It's not good to get this out there, when did we Sutton Leers ever bully bare-bottomed children?"

The generals who didn't dare to make a move just now also followed their lord's majesty, especially in front of these embarrassed White Sect knights, their waists straightened again.

"You guys, go find some decent clothes." Lilian couldn't get her eyes on the "shameless" Oran, and letting Orlan go shirtless like this almost made her face out, although she didn't know why, but the thought kept lingering in her mind.

"Yes, although I'm feeling pretty good right now. And those guys over there who can only clap their hands and shout just now, can they stand up and compete in front of everyone? The little one will cover my ass and go back! "God knows if Orlan had broken his head, or if he had been roasted by the light, he seemed to be a completely different person, and he would use this kind of colored violent taunt.

Hiss...... Everyone couldn't help but gasp, this guy was too manic to dare to make such nonsense in front of the Marquis. It seems that he must not know that the adults he hates the most is this kind of unqualified ridicule, and they didn't shout to slip away, the adults are about to win what they slip away.

"Ahem, I mean fists, whoever has the big fist speaks! Hey, Lillian, what kind of eyes are you looking at. Orlan seemed to know that he was getting a little carried away when he opened his mouth. Damn, it seems that something went wrong after merging with the memories of the predecessor.

Lillian replied to Orlan with an unsalvable look of disbelief, as if she had witnessed her friend's fall, and she couldn't help but think that she would have to let Yuria show him what was wrong with her brain in the future.

"Have you thought about it, do you want to continue?" The Marquis waited patiently for Orlan to put on the ordinary soldier's armor, because he wanted to give Orlan a little time to calm down his hot brain. Young people are inevitably arrogant after gaining uncontrollable power, but they have to be given a chance to think and change, don't they?

"Of course, I think this suit is okay, it seems that Lilian must have the heart to remember the size I wear, right?" Orlan had no self-knowledge of being in danger, knowing that every choice he made now was at stake for more than one person's life.

Lilian remembered the scene when Orlan helped her choose her armor in the Black Market in Odingenan, and she couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic. But it was a bad premonition, because it wasn't at all as interesting as it seemed, and don't forget that there was a sinister bishop watching everything.

Maybe the matter between her and Orlan will come to an end in these days. She knew that Orlan didn't belong to this place after all, and that she would leave someday.

"I said yes, Lord Marquis, and I'm sorry for the useless things I just said. In this way, we met for the first time and got to know each other again. In Lower Oran, he will take his life today! Oran let out a deep breath, leaving his chaotic thoughts behind, and he tried to turn himself back into Orlan the Hunter.

"Very well, I appreciate your determination," said the Marquis, with a dark expression.

Rumble...... Bang!

The two figures burst through the air, their fists colliding for the first time, and the air around them trembled. Bang bang! Oran and the Marquis's fists were like muffled thunder, puffing up the currents. Unpretentious, unpretentious, and deceitful, dozens of punches collided unreservedly in the blink of an eye.

Orlan even thought that his fist had smashed all of his fists on the block of fine steel, and the Marquis was surprised that his opponent had taken all of his attacks with great stability.

However, Oran's purpose was not just to fight the Marquis here, his purpose never changed. He must perform the most threatening of all, killing the Bishop with the speed, power, and piercing attacks that are unmatched by man, but only if he perfectly avoids the Marquis's block.

But what they didn't know was that the bishop, who was like a lost dog, had secretly begun his plan, and a dagger wrapped around the gray matter quietly appeared in his arms.

In fact, Orlan's previous guess was not wrong, the bishop did have a great connection with the secluded church at the end of the continent, on the land called the king's homeland, and this dark miracle from the gloom was actually his killer feature. Quietly, no one will notice the fluctuation of any divine power.

He would not have shown this power if he had not been forced to do so, and how could his betrayal of the Lord God be easily revealed.

The Peer of the Far Away Cult had already sent people from far and wide to contact him, and they needed to send young, powerful, and devout believers to the Shadows, the more the better. Even if you are not strong enough, then the younger the better!

Saint Saruelon will never forget the fat Herald, his strength and the glint in his eyes, the kind of hunger that seemed to make him feel like he was hungry for the ultimate delicacy, but he couldn't do anything about it. It had been so long since the Lord God had answered their prayers and calls, and he could even feel the loss of divine grace in his body.

Perhaps, as the messenger said, the Sage of the Nethers will lead them to a peaceful home, or perhaps this is the only way out after Ragnarok and Cataclysm. What the hell is that place......

Saint Saruillon's eyes became more and more determined, he is also a bishop, and this group of people underestimate him too much! Aiming at the back of the Marquis of Sutton Lear, the bishop's violent figure at this moment could not tell at all that this was the old dog who had fallen into the water just now, and his speed was much faster than that of the senior knight.

"Light Burst!" Oran's sudden burst of shouting undoubtedly startled the bishop who came by surprise, almost disrupting his rhythm.

It's magic, and it's a low-level magic. Yes, that's right! This is a magic apprentice will be low-level magic.

It stands to reason that mages chant incantations silently when fighting others, but Oran's approach was to arouse the bishop's vigilance and turn his attention entirely to Oran.

Oran didn't expect the bishop's move at all, and the target was still the Marquis, who was in the middle of a fierce battle with him, and his magic was originally intended for the Marquis. Derived from the primary magic of light, creating a light source to illuminate the surroundings. Of course, in Orlan's hands, it becomes a "light explosion", as the name suggests, the original continuous illumination of the light source is instantly detonated, and the ultra-high-intensity light can make the opponent blind for a short time.