Andiel, male, age is known, he has been a young man for as long as Sinloth can remember, anyway, he is Sinloth's own brother. And his attribute bar also confirms this.

Ay?

Name: Andiel. Lesenbra

Diplomacy: 4, Military: 3, Finance: 5, Conspiracy: 8, Knowledge: 40

Traits: Sage of Original Sin, Magician, Scholar, Kingship of Van Zhuo (Destroyed), Good and Evil Serpents (Evil), First Pillar (??? ), the world (??? ）

Sage of Original Sin: If the pursuit of truth is a sin, then this person is already an unforgivable sin. None of the most horrific punishments could make up for his crimes. Although he may not be the strongest magician, he will definitely become the most fearsome magician. He doesn't believe in anyone but the truth. In his eyes, there was only the truth and his brother.

Fanzhuo Kingship (ruined): As the biological brother of the original Fanzhuo patriarch, he naturally has the right to share the glory of Fanzhuo. However, before Fan Zhuo appeared, he had inherited the teacher's family name in order to chase magic, so he could not be regarded as a Fan Zhuo family. It's just that, because of the unusually harmonious relationship between the two brothers, Fanzo and Lesenbrayong are brothers.

Good and Evil Snakes (Evil): For thousands of years, there have always been saints. Some people are born to be the darlings of the world. Under their influence, the world enters a new era, or becomes a fragment of the void. And the serpent, which represents evil, is even more so. If you can, stay away from him. If you can't stay away, follow him, however, his true power is far beyond your imagination.

it! Forty of learning!!

Xinluo thought that his full twenty worth of knowledge must be already a dragon and phoenix among people. Although this attribute of knowledge will grow with knowledge and experience. Slowly improve. But the one who can exceed twenty is destined to be not many until he sees his brother.

A full forty points of learning.

You know, any property starts at ten o'clock. It's getting harder and harder to add a little more. After fifteen o'clock. This is especially true. And is the trait of the original sin sage at forty really that powerful? And the good and evil snakes

On the contrary, his surprisingly low other attributes did not attract the attention of Sinloth. After all, it's only logical for a true mage to be a little more imbecile in other ways than magic. And his two first pillars and the characteristics of the world, who cares about him.

Anyway, it's not the first time I've seen tarot cards and the first few columns. The ball of light didn't say anything no matter how he asked. I don't know what to sell.

"Sinloth, come in quickly!"

Although still smiling, Andiel's voice was tinged with anxiety. Such a cross-border spell without the support of the magic array is really a bit expensive. Even if there are multiple great witches to help, it is extremely difficult.

"Oooh oh"

Xinlos hurriedly agreed, picked up the sleeping Mariana, and walked towards the portal that fluctuated like the surface of the water. And after a trance, as if it was just one step away, he had stepped into another world.

Sinloth shook his head, calming his excitement. Look around. It was probably in a tent in the Imperial Navy. There are some equipment of the Imperial Navy in a mess, and their owners are nowhere to be found. The magic in the air became incomparably thinner. Outside the tent, a dazzling light was slowly rising. Xinluos, who had just become accustomed to the darkness of the underground world, couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"Welcome back, Sinloth, my brother."

"Hey, Jack, how are they doing?"

It was just overnight, but Shui Jue seemed to be dozens of years old. Although the Normans were eventually repulsed, things did not get to the worst. But the fact that the Imperial Navy suffered heavy losses. But there is no escape in any way. But at Shui Jue's age, I've eaten it anyway. Even if he died, he didn't have too many regrets.

Moreover. Even according to the harshest of laws, according to Byzantine rules, he would not have died - at most he would have his eyes gouged out and a part cut off.

Anyway, it's already dozens of years old, and Shui Jue has already seen it. What's more, changing generals on the spot is a taboo in the army, and Basil will not make such a mistake. As long as he can completely defeat the Normans in the future, it is not without a chance to atone for his sins. Moreover, if relying on this defeat, it is not a good thing to be able to avoid the increasingly strict mutual tilting of the imperial center.

"What else, that nun's bloodline is too special. Even if it's me, what can I do at this time? It just so happened that another monk voluntarily gave up his life, so I poured his blood into the monk's body. ”

The answer to the question of the Honorable Grand Duke was a young man. It's just that he is wearing a big black leather coat, but his eyes are flashing with vicissitudes that are not suitable for his age. And his hair is half pitch black, half extremely pale, looking extremely weird. Although the tone is not very serious, the water lord knows that although this guy is a bastard, he is a scumbag who has been wanted by the church's heresy inquisition for many years. But when it comes to patients, he never gives up easily.

"I'm sorry, Philip, I've done my best."

The overall level of medical care in this era was very low, and the most common treatment techniques used by doctors were usually to phlebotomy, phlebotomy, and bloodletting. Of course, hitting the patient with a hammer is also seen as a good way to heal wounds. But it would be a mistake to think that there are no good doctors in this world based on this alone. Because of the existence of magic, some doctors who studied magic were not inferior to the doctors of Sinlos's time. Even, there are excesses.

And the young man in front of him is such a doctor. Since he said that there was no way, there was really no way.

"Well, I'm sorry for you. I'll wait for the consultation fee" This bastard in front of me is extremely skilled, but the fee is also extremely expensive. If it weren't for the fact that the identities of those monks were too sensitive, Shui Jue wouldn't want him to make a move.

"Let's put this down first, I'm not in a hurry." The man wiped the blood from his scalpel and said with a little melancholy: "I heard that your guards have also suffered heavy losses. I'll go check it out first. How many can be saved, it's a few. ”

The man wasn't wrong, in that nightmarish night. Only the elite of the pro-guard can maintain their own order. Don't be affected by panic. And if the water lord can be the grand duke, he naturally has an incomparably elite army under his command.

Slag Guards.

It's just that this elite force, which was established after the ancient Theban Holy Army, has half a foot into history at this moment. Although all of them are equipped with sophisticated chain mail, as well as the Imperial Shield. But the most elite of them, they are naturally the strongest opponents they face. In order to snipe the Normans who were close to madness, the 3,000-strong Slag Guards were formed, and half of them were killed in battle. Hundreds of people were seriously injured, and even the rest were all injured.

With such a battle loss rate, in the current Imperial Navy, only the Water Slag Guards can stand up to it without collapsing. And their sacrifice was worth it, as several times as many elite Normans were blocked in the harbor and lost the opportunity to board and leave.

"Well, I'm sorry for you."

The man named Jack didn't say much, he nodded, carrying his suitcase. He said hello to his assistant and walked towards the outside of the tent: "Pinoc, let's go." ”

"Hmmm! Wait for me! ”

Petite. The assistant like a little girl, carrying a suitcase in both hands, hurried to follow.

Looking at the figure of the two leaving, Shui Jue was also a little emotional. It's been decades, and the old friends of the year are old. He's old, Basil is old, Louis is old, Conrad is old. And Jack, the bastard, is still this young look. Sometimes. I really envy them who study magic.

"Although we have relied on the support of our generation over the years, the empire is indeed in thin bloom. If only Isabel hadn't "thought of Isabe." Shui Jue was also helpless. He stroked his chin, his eyes becoming confused. Caught up in the memories of the past: "If Isabelle were still around, how nice would it be, that person, is it Sinloth?" It's a bit like Isabelle used to be."

The delicate young woman with exaggerated eye makeup patted her head and woke up from a coma, she had lost so much blood that she could only be said to have been pulled back from death. And even with her physique, it is impossible to get better so quickly.

The young woman was supposed to be a nun, except that she had a chain on her tongue that hung from her waist with an imitation cross at the end. In addition to wearing ears, the nose, lips, and eyelids are all covered with iron hoops, which looks extremely exaggerated and weird. Even her nun's dress is not the traditional blue-black, but a bright yellow.

"You're awake."

The woman looked up, and she was still blurry in front of her, who had lost a lot of blood. But the man who was still drinking even though he was covered in bandages was all too familiar to her. Although the relationship is average, they are companions. Moreover, because of her carelessness, it was he who blocked several deadly attacks for herself, so she did not return to the arms of the Lord. In his tone, it was inevitable that he was a little softer than usual.

"Well, you're so badly injured, drink less."

The Normans' night raid was so sudden that even the elite of the Church did not expect it. Luckily, they were doing their final vespers, so when they heard the noise outside, they rushed out of the camp to meet the enemy. Unfortunately, they were confronted by a man armed with a terrifying magic sword.

Originally, the four of them should not have appeared in the Imperial Navy, but the Pope insisted on taking this opportunity to understand the combat strength of the Emperor's ** team, and insisted on sending them out. And seeing those barbarians from the north, as a monk, there is no reason to retreat without a fight.

However, they all underestimated the magic sword. The magic form composed of the divine power exchanged for faith is like paper paste under that magic sword. And under her carelessness, she was even pierced by the magic sword. If it weren't for the leader of the four of them blocking each other, I'm afraid all four of them would have stayed there

Wait, four people.

"What about the guys in the back and on the right?"

Their department had a special status in the Cross sect, so there were only four people. But even though they're comrades-in-arms, the relationship between them is just average. The other two who weren't there had names, but she preferred to call them by code names.

"That person, went to preside over the funeral, after all, a lot of people died this time. And in such a warm weather, it can't be disposed of quickly, and Orwell" The man hesitated a little, and after taking a sip of wine, he continued: "It's dead. ”

"Dead? How so? Isn't his technique the best at restoring the water system, how could he die? "The woman also knows very well the strength of her colleagues. Chosen by the Pope from among all the faithful, by virtue of their special constitution, they bear the power that comes directly from God. And this is the powerful power of God, and it is also where they have the confidence to be in the rest of the church.

For various reasons, although their power comes from God. But the magic that they are good at is completely different. Their leader is the best at berserk fire, and she herself is good at wind. The bastard who drinks is good at the magic of the earth, and Orwell, is the water system. Although he is the weakest in frontal combat, he is the least likely to die in that kind of melee. It doesn't make sense that she didn't die, Orwell did.

"That magic sword will absorb the power of blood and life, and you will be pierced through the chest and your bloodline is too special for other people's bloodlines to be instilled in you. Orwell was also badly injured at the time, so he converted his own blood into your blood, and the doctor infused it all into you."

"What?!" (To be continued)

ps: The bloodline here actually refers to the blood type, and the product is panda blood, as for why Tilfeng is so stubborn, of course, there is a reason, which will be said later