Chapter 119: Old Accounts
The scar on the face of the Marshallese priest was reflected by the light of the fire on the warhammer, and the old priest's eyes burned with feverish flames, and then he took a few steps past Finn's side and walked in front of all the young men, swung the war hammer on his shoulder, stopped in mid-air, pointed at the two people and one demon in front of him, and asked loudly in his dwarven voice: "Joker, gray knight, and a demon - I guess I read something wrong, right?!" ”
"Your old eyes are not faint, Lord Priest." Hearing the Marshallese priest ask in a loud and awe-inspiring voice, the clown shrugged his shoulders and replied, "But alas, we've had enough tonight...... Good bye. ”
As soon as the words fell, she suddenly reached out to the side and grabbed the chain that hung from the neck of the giant demon behind her, and then one of them turned over and jumped onto the back of the giant demon, and the contract demon with a pair of bat-shaped wings then stood up knowingly, and let her upper body crawl out of the castle along the large hole-like hole in the ceiling of the hall, and the wings on her back flapped and prepared to take off with the matriarch riding on her back.
"Stop!" Seeing that the target of the judgment he was eyeing was about to escape, the Marshallese priest glared, and then rushed forward with the heavy war hammer in his right hand, and the left hand holding the holy emblem bracelet was raised at the same time to perform a new magic spell.
Despite being a priest, the Old Priest was no slower than those of the second-order priests who had just completed their advancement.
The second blow was soon completed between his chanting lips, and the lightning-like crosslight spear was once again raised and pinched in the hand of the Marshallese priest, ready to be thrown at the demon and cultist patriarchs who tried to flee the scene.
The Grey Knight calmly watched as it all happened before his eyes. Unhurriedly, he raised his right hand to grab one of the giant demon's hind legs, and the large shield tied to his left arm was raised forward as it had just been.
Suddenly, the Grey Knight's gaze, hidden in his retro helmet, saw Arya raise her crossbow and aim at him at the same time.
The giant crossbow in the hand of the Witcher Elf Maiden is equipped with a giant light arrow that is several circles thicker than most arrows, and the white light on the string of the giant crossbow combined with the lightning-like cross light spear in the old priest's hand has attracted enough attention from the Gray Knight at this moment.
As a result, the cult patriarch, whose whole body was covered by a set of obsolete armor, immediately took corresponding measures.
The air around him shook slightly, and his personal talent was then unleashed, and the innate ability immediately unfolded on the plane of the shield he held in front of him, and an invisible stand barrier instantly blocked the trajectory of the cross-light gun and the giant light arrow.
"Bang" twice-
Not surprisingly, the magic light gun and magic light arrow immediately collided with the Gray Knight's open stance barrier one after another, and two cracks like glass ice cracks suddenly appeared on the stand barrier, and then there was a crisp sound, as if something transparent had shattered, and the light particles that the light gun and the light arrow dissolved fell from the air together.
The Grey Knight withdrew his shield-strapped left arm to his side, and by this time he had seized the Covenant Demon's retreat and lifted to a finger's distance from the hole in the ceiling.
In the next second, the giant contract demon carried the clown on its back and spread its wings on the roof outside the castle hall, and the figure of the gray knight immediately followed the contract demon flying high in the sky through the large hole above the head in front of everyone's sight, leaving everyone's sight.
The two patriarchs of the Cult of the Demons were evacuated from here.
In the presence of the Church's spokesman in Hurengel, the Marshallese Priest.
"Damn! These damned cultists! ”
Seeing the two patriarchs of the Demon Shepherd Sect being taken away by a winged contract demon in front of his eyes, the Marshallese priest scolded angrily on the spot, raised his hand and smashed the heavy war hammer in his hand into the hall carpet under his feet, and the burning flames on the war hammer were suddenly knocked over like slag in a furnace and splashed on the flammable hall carpet, causing a series of "hissing" scorching sounds for a while.
As the Marshallese priest looked at the large hole in the ceiling and cursed, Fein looked at the old priest's shoulder, which was trembling slightly with anger, and then turned his head and picked up his sword and ran quickly towards a corner of the hall.
He went to Lilith's side as soon as the battle was over, and ran to the circle, where the clown had crouched down in front of the blood magic array drawn in the corner of the hall, and looked at the warlock girl who was still lying there quietly, and the worry in his heart for a long time was finally relieved with the breath of his mouth after he stretched out his finger and tried the breath in front of the latter's nose.
After noticing the movements of the young paladin, Arya, Arroyo, and Raymond turned their heads to look at the corner of the hall, and they all felt a wave of shock at the pile of people piled up in the blood magic array, and then trotted over to that side in turn.
The elf girl was the first to run over and stand behind Finn, leaning down to look at the dark-haired girl in front of Finn, and worried, "Finn, is Lilith okay?" ”
"Haven't woken up yet." The young paladin looked back with a relieved smile on her face, "But it should be fine, her breathing is normal." ”
With that, the young paladin smiled and looked up at the three companions in front of him, and then prepared to explain a few words to his companions, moving Lilith to a safe place first.
But at this time-
"You're Finn, aren't you?" The voice of the Marshallese celebrant came from outside the small circle of young people, "Finn-No-Ozerit? ”
Hearing the voice of the old priest, the young paladin was stunned for a moment.
If you heard it right...... The Marshallese officiant just called his full name?
The Marshallese priest walked over with the warhammer on his shoulder, which had been extinguished by the enchanted flames, and Arya, Arroyo, and Raymond looked back at the high-ranking priest of Hurengel, realizing something in their hearts, and made way for the sides to make room for face-to-face communication for him and Finn.
Finn lifted the curly bladed silver sword and turned from a crouched position to his feet. He held Lilith behind him, and his two brown eyes calmly looked at the old priest's face with a scar across it, and replied, "Yes, I am." ”
The Marshallese priest walked to a stop about five paces away from Finn, stared at Finn for a few seconds with a fierce look, and then asked, "She didn't have a name, did she?" ”
As he spoke, he lifted his left hand around the emblem bracelet and pointed at Finn's feet.
“… Right. After a moment's hesitation, the young paladin nodded again.
He knew that the Marshallese priest was referring to Lilith, who was lying quietly behind him.
An old account that he was about to forget was turned over in his mind at this time, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
The next second, sure enough.
"You two were escorted to Olk Fortress?"
The old priest's next words refer to that crucial location.
“……”
Silent.
Fein didn't answer this time, just raised his head and looked directly into the old priest's eyes.
All of a sudden, the air around them became tense again.
The young paladin's aged priest Hurengue stood in place and looked each other in the eye, Arroyo and Arya, two slightly more astute spectators, had already sensed that something was wrong, and even the more reckless Raymond felt that the Marshallese priest's friendliness towards Finn was plummeting at a strange rate.
They felt that the Marshallese priest was looking at Fein with the look in his eyes as if he were examining something shameful, and they had seen it not long ago—as they had witnessed the old priest smash the head of the church traitor named McCasse with his war hammer.
Half-night......
"Listen, Finn Noh Ozelit." Pronouncing the full name of the young paladin again, the Marshallese priest stared into the former's eyes and once again let out a voice with a distinctly angry breath from his throat, "Now, I am going to arrest you and the girl behind you for heresy and witchcraft. In my capacity as the presiding priest of the Templar Church in the Cathedral of Hurengaltia Magos, I convict you both of you of your guilt! ”