Assange was in a good mood as they ended a clash with the devil just 10 minutes earlier and Lyon won by a wide margin. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The demon army of about 6,000 people, led by the three great demons, was completely wiped out, and there were only sporadic casualties on Leon's side.

This is unimaginable to Assange, who is not a cowardly goblin but a demonic army known for its aggressiveness and aggression.

Coupled with the background of the three major natural disasters, such a victory is particularly important.

He looked at the Shining Spirit that was flying over the battlefield and constantly releasing holy light, and the wounded soldiers recovered little by little under this spell, scabbed, fell, and healed, leaving no scars.

The scene of the Holy Light passing through the air in the battle just now flashed in his mind, this Holy Light Divine Technique of the Templar was unique among all the spells Assange had ever seen, and it had a magical effect that other divine arts and white magic could not match in terms of healing and defense, and the Church of Dawn lost unjustly.

In the distance, a soldier stood up with the support of his two companions, having lost a leg after being hit by the aftermath of a gold-level spell in the battle just now.

If nothing else, he receives a pension and then spends the rest of his life peacefully in Lyon.

No complaint is fake, after all, not everyone can calmly accept the fact that they lost a leg and can only walk on crutches from now on.

But just the thought that he had just survived a battle with a demon began to dissipate no matter how much of the complaint, at least he was still alive.

"Soldier, please stay where you are!"

A priest walked briskly over and shouted to the soldier who was about to enter the tent with the help of his companions.

Behind the priest, a combination of the Patriarch and the Knight of the Sun was approaching him.

"Two adults!" The three of them were just the most ordinary soldiers of the Black Iron Rank, and it was the first time that they had been so close to such a big man as the Patriarch and the Knight of the Scorching Sun, and they hurriedly saluted.

Just now, they witnessed the two of them kill a great demon with their own hands.

"A medal and proof of valor in a battle against demons." The Patriarch glanced at the soldier who had lost a leg.

"Uh......" The soldier hesitated, his chaotic mind thinking quickly about how to answer.

Do you accept the patriarch's statement or describe your deeds of fighting the devil bravely, so as to get some pensions.

The other soldier looked at the stunned soldier and quietly reached out and patted the soldier on the back, signaling him to answer quickly.

No matter what he really thinks now, it would be rude to ignore the two golden relatives.

"But if you don't want it, you can."

Noticing the arrival of the two golds, the nearby soldiers pricked up their ears as they cleaned up the battlefield.

Now, they, like the three soldiers, are in a sluggish state.

What does it mean not to want this medal?

But soon, they knew what the patriarch meant.

I saw the Templar priest from Celtic raise the Sun Cross Scepter in his hand and point at the soldier who had lost a leg, and a colorful halo appeared on the soldier's head, and then a milky white light was struck.

After being hit by the Holy Light, the soldier couldn't help but moan, and there was a tingling pain in the place where he had lost his leg, and he hurriedly looked down to know what was happening.

The wound that had been healed under the Shine Spirit spell was torn apart again by a powerful force rushing out of his body, and before he could release the sound from the depths of his throat into the air, he saw pink muscle tissue, blood vessels, and white bones grow rapidly.

"Ah......h

The soldier trembled and took a cautious step, steady, no different from before, perhaps a little better.

The soldier raised his head, his eyes red, his lips trembling as he looked at the patriarch standing less than a meter away from him, opened his mouth, and could not say anything except a whimper.

"May God be with you." The Patriarch patted the soldier on the shoulder and turned to leave.

Rebirth of a severed limb, it turned out to be a rebirth of a severed limb!

The boy was lucky to be treated by the Patriarch himself, Assange thought in the midst of the exclamations.

As Lord of Leon, Assange knew that once the Silver Tower had a powerful spell that could regenerate limbs, but it was said that it would require a legendary mage to cast.

Moreover, after the Patriarch personally performed the magic of being able to regenerate limbs, the soldiers will undoubtedly be more heroic and desperate in the battle against demons in the future.

In a few days, nay, not even a day, the news could spread throughout Lyon, and what soldier could afford to refuse a church with the magic of amputated limbs and rebirth?

Sure enough, that evening, Assange, who was waiting for the celebration banquet, saw a report on the evening page of the Celtic Times about the soldiers being reborn with amputated limbs.

This is a newspaper that has only become popular in Lyon in recent days, and people with some power and wealth are very willing to subscribe to it, so that they can learn about the most important and up-to-date information and trends in the entire Holy Griffon Kingdom.

Assange didn't understand why Adam, the king of the Suns, would be willing to let the news out and be known to everyone.

In his view, the lower classes simply did not have the qualifications, rights and necessity to obtain this information, but the advent of the Celtic Times broke this shackle.

Each newspaper only costs three copper coins, and you can get big news that used to even require the use of favors and gold coins to get information.

For example, today's headline reads, "First Church Theological Seminary Completes in Forest of Light, Opens Nationwide Enrollment Nationwide."

"Possession of pastoral talent and no previous bad records can be enrolled in the Templar Doctrine Scriptures and Divine Arts."

When he saw this condition, Assange's heart beat violently twice.

He vowed that if he had a son, he would take advantage of this rare opportunity to send him to the First Templar seminary.

Assange's ability to transition from the lord of Lyon during the Church of Dawn to the lord of Lyon, which belongs to the Holy Griffin Kingdom, is enough to prove that he is aware of current affairs and has a lively mind.

He saw the priest's position in the griffon kingdom as thoroughly as any nobleman.

What's more, like breaking the shackles of news, the Sun King once again broke the shackles of non-nobles and powerful people learning divine arts, and it came even more shockingly.

A priest (priest) is a servant who serves the gods, represents the gods to a certain extent, and has a prominent status.

If you don't have an outstanding background and enough strength, you can't enter the priesthood class.

Before seeing this news, Assange could say with great certainty that priesthood was a profession insulated from ordinary people, even though he was often ridiculed by the mage community.

The second page is devoted entirely to reports on the rebirth of severed limbs, and even the news of Leon's victory over the demon army is only half of the story.

From the Celtic Times, Assange finally learned the name of that divine art, Divine Power Regeneration, a high-level divine technique of the Templars that only those golden-rank patriarchs were capable of learning and using.

A total of fifteen soldiers who had been disabled by the battle with the demons were treated by the Patriarch and regrown their limbs.

The Celtic Times briefly introduced the magic of divine power regeneration and the situation at that time, and interviewed the fifteen soldiers who received divine treatment one by one.

"I was stunned! Yes, I was the first soldier to be treated by the Patriarch. I was wallowing in the grief of losing a leg, trying to convince myself that I could learn how to use crutches. ”

"Feelings, you say? In fact, I don't remember much because all my attention was drawn to the newly grown arm after a tingling pain. All I can say is how lucky I am! ”

"It's amazing, I never thought I'd be able to regain my arm, it's beyond my imagination. Thank you to the Sun God, thank you to the Templar, thank you to the Patriarch who healed me! ”

The interviews of the fifteen soldiers and others who witnessed it were full of surprise, excitement and disbelief, and, of course, gratitude to the sun god, the templar, and faith.

Before today, this gold-level divine art existed in two different worlds with them. Not to mention witnessing it with your own eyes, even thinking about it is sometimes a luxury.

At the end of the report, the contributor emphasized: "The Chaplain will provide free treatment for any injuries and disabilities caused by natural disasters. ”

"Templar ......" Assange muttered as he put the newspaper aside.

He did not continue reading the rest of the newspaper, because he knew that from now on the hearts of the whole of Lyon would come together.

The people and the soldiers, alike had thoughts about the Templar and the Griffon Kingdom, but after the event of the severed limbs, they had only one faith: the Sun God!

Take a look at the newspaper reports that the Patriarch of the Golden Rank personally treats soldiers who have been disabled by the war, and promises that the Templars will provide free divine healing for any injuries sustained by natural disasters.

Magic, this is magic!

In the past, magic was the exclusive preserve of the aristocracy, and it would cost a lot of money to ask the priests of the church to release it.

During the Church of the Dawn, people may think that magic has nothing to do with ordinary people, but compared to the two, this huge gap is enough for everyone in Leon to make a judgment and decision.

He dared to say that the soldiers who had heard the news were overwhelmed with emotion and were grateful to the Templar and the Sun King.

Assange looked at the Celtic Times, which was set aside, and perhaps this was the true intention of Adam, the Sun King.

"Lord of the City, I just got the news that the Sun King is about to arrive in Leon through the spatial teleportation array." His deputy walked in and quickly reported.

The Sun King is coming to Lyon!

Shocked and confused, Assange quickly stood up, and hurried to the place where the spatial teleportation array was located to greet the arrival of the master of the griffin kingdom. (To be continued.) )