"Don't come, Miss Tyrene."

Messi stood in front of Tyrin, his hands on the sword at his waist, ready to draw his sword and fight at any moment.

The presiding judge who was gradually walking towards the Messi exuded a strong killing intent, and the target he wanted to kill was obviously the frost elf Tailin who was behind the Messi.

"The Messiah... The holy tree Enlushi was very angry and uneasy. ”

"The Sacred Tree?"

Messi glanced sideways at the small sapling that Tyrin was holding in her palm, which was swinging wildly with those two branches.

If it were a cat, it might be showing its claws to a guy who was stealing his own dried fish, but the feud between the World Tree and the Inquisition is not as simple as snatching the dried fish.

"Anyway, go back first."

Messi looked back at the presiding judge who had walked towards them, and he had taken a wand and dagger from his mage's robes and walked straight for Tyrin.

The frost elf Tyrin also noticed the dangerous stranger, and she kept backing away from the mess......

Messi stared at the presiding judge tightly, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was overflowing with cold sweat.

She had never hesitated to draw her sword in her life, because she was facing a presiding judge, a comrade-in-arms from the church.

If the Messiah were to turn his sword on the presiding judge, it would be a felony of betrayal of the entire Church, and she would be brought before the Holy Council of the Church for trial.

The presiding judge had no mess in his eyes, he only stared at the frost elf Tyrin, or the World Tree in Tyrin's hand.

The presiding judge known as the Coccyx had a twisted malice and anger in his eyes, and a voice kept whispering in his ear, 'Destroy that damn little sapling,' 'Kill that elf!' ’

Ultimately... The Messiah didn't stop him, and the presiding judge passed by the Messi and walked towards Tyren.

The presiding judge raised the dagger in his hand, a short dagger that almost no one would notice had a dull gray mist attached to it......

At this moment, the roots of the World Tree in the palm of Tailin's hand suddenly began to extend, and a large number of spikes appeared on the surface of the World Tree, as if preparing to resist the dagger's attack.

The sound of steel and steel intertwining replaced the sound of daggers thrusting into flesh......

The messer finally struck.

"She... Not the goal! ”

Messi used his scabbard to block the presiding judge's attack on Tyren, and even a scabbard forged from the finest Adricic steel could not withstand the heavy blow.

The scabbard cracked, and Misai's hands were slightly numb, but she still managed to block the attack for Terin.

Messiah's dissuasion had no effect, and the presiding judge seemed to have lost the ability to communicate verbally, and his eyes were only on the frost elf and the small sapling.

All he had to do was break the sapling!

Blazing sparks erupted as the friction between the dagger and the scabbard erupted, and the presiding judge ignored the mess and walked over to the frost elves behind him again.

The staff held in the presiding judge's other hand began to gather an indescribable magic......

Knowing that there was no turning back at this moment, Messi slammed the hilt of her two-handed greatsword directly into the inquisitor's chin, and then slammed her shoulder into the opponent's chest.

The tremendous force directly forced the presiding judge back several steps.

In the end, Messi saved the Frost Elves and risked betraying the Church on his back.

But the reason why she saved Tyrin was not because she liked Hearthstone or wanted to please the Chaos Demon, but because in the dogma of the gods that Messi believed in, she should protect the weak.

As a knight, she once swore not to attack the weak and helpless... This is the justice that the Messiah believes in, even if it seems to outsiders to be full of contradictions and childish justice.

"Again, she's not the target!"

Messi didn't know what was wrong with the presiding judge, he had lost the spirituality of a human being in his eyes, but he was still agile as a killer.

The Inquisitor's Staff unleashed magic that could not be caught by the naked eye, and the magic power formed a sharp blade that struck the frost elves.

The golden inscription spilled over the hilt of the Messiah, and she stood in front of Tyren like the sound of glass shattering throughout the tavern.

The defensive magic that Messi had hastily constructed could not withstand the Inquisitor's attack, and the armor on her shoulder was torn apart, spilling a little blood.

After just a few collisions, someone finally noticed the battle here, and a magic array formed by pure white magic power appeared on the soles of the judge's feet.

Pure white inscriptions encircled the presiding judge's side, binding him...

This is a technique of imprisonment from the Order's inscription system.

Messi's eyes searched the surroundings and soon saw the figure of the Grey Cloak.

The imprisoned spell was unleashed by Nolan's sage, and a gray mist appeared on the presiding judge's body, and the surface of the inscription shattered slightly.

The binding magic unleashed by a sage could not contain the man's movements.

In order to prevent him from doing something more dangerous, Messi could only choose to take advantage of the moment when he was imprisoned, and hit the opponent's neck with the hilt of his sword with a counterweight stone.

Messi swore that if this blow continued, the cervical vertebrae of ordinary people would be directly shattered into pieces, and it was impossible for a presiding judge's body to be so fragile.

No... Bone.

The touch of the Messiah's slam on the Inquisitor's neck was not like a humanoid striking, but some kind of soft-bodied creature.

He didn't faint, but struggled more and more frantically, seeing that the inscriptions wrapped around his body were about to shatter, and a large number of pure white inscriptions formed a prison and shrouded the presiding judge's body.

The binding magic of the gray-clad man completely imprisoned the presiding judge.

The two Inquisitors walked out of the crowd, and when Messi saw them, he was ready for battle, only to have them grab the out-of-control Presiding Judge and drag him straight away from the tavern.

Messi breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was surrounded by gloom that could not be dissolved at all.

The two Inquisitors must have seen the Messiah attack on their prefect, and at the end of this mission, she will be sent to the Holy Council to be questioned.

"Wait a minute, Messiah... Your shoulder is bleeding. ”

As Messi was about to leave, the frost elf Tyrin behind her stopped her.

"It's just a bruise, you have to be careful lately."

The wound on Messi's shoulder didn't hurt the musculature, but it wasn't much of an abrasion, and Tyren saw through Messi's reassuring words.

"Please accept the Sacred Tree's Enluchy's thanks, as well as my own."

The World Tree that Tyren was holding in her hand suddenly stretched out its roots and touched Messiah's wounds, and when the roots reached into the wounds, Messiah had a wonderful feeling.

Under the influence of the power of the World Tree, the flesh on its shoulders grew rapidly.

The World Tree began to show its strength, and it also released its own aura, which seemed to be deliberate by the World Tree.

Not only did the presiding judge start to lose control, but the other inquisitors in the tavern were also showing signs of losing control.

"Golden Dr. Bang! Sir Lorian! I said I'd be able to drive ......."

While a spellcaster was showing off his newfound golden legend to his friends, the out-of-control Inquisitor flipped the Hearthstone arcade machine over to the Frost Elf.