The leader of the rebels was extremely shocked, in his impression, the only people who could use the divine arts so superbly were the cardinal archbishops in the entire church, but those people could not appear in the imperial capital, so who was this old man in front of him?

He thought of a possibility, and his face instantly turned pale as paper, and he almost roared out the qi in his lungs as if he were thundering: "All the knights and magicians are on me, kill them, and don't let those two people out of the palace." ”

Outside the city gates, hearing the leader's order, the rebellious knights quickly assembled towards the palace, and the sound of rolling horses' hooves drowned out all the sounds in heaven and earth.

Dozens of figures wearing mage robes appeared in the sky above the palace, and the magicians chanted incantations, gathering surging magical energy above the palace.

Thick lead-gray clouds floated in, lurking in the depths of the sky, obscuring the sun, and countless electric lights and flames were faintly beating restlessly in the clouds.

More than 100 knights drove pure-blooded war horses towards the old man and girl who slowly walked towards the palace gate, these knights were all the elite of the rebels, as the main force of this rebellion, they only took less than half a day to suppress the resistance forces in the imperial capital, and successfully controlled the key points in the capital.

The mages and warlocks that float in the sky are magical, and their ability to use flying is a testament to their prowess.

At this time, the magic they unleashed was an attack spell that could kill them with one blow, and even an ant could not escape within the range of magic fluctuations.

With such a combination, it's enough to pack up one legion, and can't you deal with two people?

The old man looked down at the trembling little girl, and a warm smile appeared on his old face: "Don't worry, they can't keep us." ”

The old man raised his head, at this time, the thousands of cavalry from the square had already entered the stage of accelerating the charge, and many brilliant magic fell from the sky, seeing this picture that was enough to stop the heartbeat, the old man's eyes were still unwavering.

Then, he waved his hand seemingly casually, as if brushing away the dust in front of him. However, in the next moment, whether it was a charging knight or a magician floating in mid-air, they all witnessed a scene that will never be forgotten.

Countless incoming spells exploded together, and none of them successfully fell to the ground, and the entire sky was lit up, like thousands of fireworks in the night sky of the imperial capital on the New Year.

The charging knights were swept to the ground by a tidal force, and then dragged aside by this invisible force.

The smoke and dust were blowing, and there was a fire tree and silver flowers in her field of vision, and the little girl's pupils widened, as if she couldn't believe what was happening in front of her.

The old man swiped his fingers lightly, and above their heads, the dark clouds that covered the entire palace cracked, and a beam of clear sunlight fell from the crack and sprinkled on the shoulders of the two of them.

As this light fell, the old man's body seemed to suddenly become incomparably taller, and his body was surrounded by a sacred and sublime aura, so that the viewer's heart could no longer tolerate any other emotions except awe and surrender.

The light quickly expanded around the old man, and finally turned into a sea of light, engulfing everything in sight, and the rebellious knights were drowned in this warm glow, their bodies burning with golden fire, and finally slowly struggling to disappear into the light.

The little girl reached out and picked up a ray of sunshine, and was surprised to find that the sunlight seemed to be responding to her, and took the initiative to burrow into her fingers, "What is this?"

This is the light of the Lord, foreshadowing salvation only for the pious. The old man said, still taking the little girl's hand unhurriedly, and walked forward slowly.

The two walked out of the palace gate, and at this moment, tens of thousands of soldiers had gathered outside the palace, and the black crowd was crowded outside the palace gate. When the soldiers saw the old man and the girl shrouded in holy light, their eyes were full of fear and anxiety, and they did not dare to step forward.

For the people of the Holy Empire, the old man in front of him was undoubtedly the human being closest to the Lord of Radiance on the entire continent, and he was more sacrosanct than the royal family, where did they dare to do it?

It wasn't until the horn of the attack sounded in the sky that tens of thousands of rebels moved their pace, closing in on the two men at a slow and solemn pace.

The old man looked around at the iron tide coming from all directions, took a step forward, and in an instant, it seemed as if the earth was trembling.

"Your souls huddle in darkness and revelry, not knowing that the judgment of the Lord has come. ”

The clouds dissipated completely, and a dazzling light fell from the sky.

It was the purest and coldest light......

An hour later, the old man took the girl's hand and walked to the top of the marble steps of the Great Temple of Radiance, overlooking the entire capital, as far as the eye could see, thick smoke rose everywhere, the eyes were full of devastation, blood covered every corner of the city, and the sound of heart-palpitating sorrow came from countless households, and the city that had once made the whole continent look up to it was shrouded in boundless gloom and misery.

"The city you see has been ruled by greed and fear, two demons that people have set themselves up. Throughout history, they have exploited people's ambitions to brew demagogic poisonous liquor, and anyone who tastes it for the first time will be obsessed, but the last sip they taste is often their own tears. The old man put his hand on the little girl's shoulder and whispered, "Diana, remember what you have seen today, and do not let this picture happen to you again." ”

Diana looked out of the carriage, at the red glow floating on the distant mountain, and remembered what the old man said to herself.

"Your Majesty, what kind of magic is that? It can wipe out thousands of armies in an instant. Constantine said with some fascination.

Diana was stunned for a moment, completely unaware that Constantine's attention was on this, and she couldn't help but laugh dumbly. I thought I was still just a teenager after all, and I was always interested in these things that were fighting and killing.

However, invisibly, her favor for this little monk also increased a little, so she smiled: "His Majesty the Pope told me that only the most sincere believers and the most devout souls can directly summon the light of the Lord to fight for themselves, in fact, this is also the basis of all divine arts, and the deeper the understanding of the doctrine of God, the more powerful the divine arts. Therefore, in history, it was often not a high-ranking bishop who could use powerful divine arts, but ascetics who had pure faith and a unique understanding of brilliance. ”

"In the church, His Majesty the Pope's understanding of brilliance is the most profound and lofty, so his divine skills are also the strongest, even the most basic blessing techniques can be far superior to those of ordinary priests in the hands of his old man, so it doesn't matter what divine magic His Majesty uses, anyway, for his enemies, the results will not make any difference. ”

"It's very different from the magic system. Constantine said.

"Yes, for the same magic, it often doesn't matter who the user is, as long as the initial casting conditions are the same, if the same magic, concentration, and casting environment are used, without using various super magic techniques and alchemy items, the fireball emitted by an archmage will not be different from the fireball emitted by an apprentice. The idea that all conditions are strict and precise and can be quantified in the magical system is the cornerstone of the temple of magic, which St. Ingres calls the 'golden criterion'. "But in the system of divine magic, this kind of norm no longer exists, and the user's cognition and even the soul itself will affect the effectiveness of its use of divine magic, which is why all good magicians are in trouble when studying divine magic." ”

"Fundamentally, this involves the ultimate level of magical research, the 'soul,'" added Constantine, "and is as ethereal and obscure as 'fate.'" ”

"Exactly, and as we all know, the soul is the realm of the gods, and anyone in this world who tries to get his hands on this forbidden area will fall into the door of dark magic. Diana said lightly.

Constantine wanted to continue to ask a few more questions about the secrets of the Heavenly Gate back then, but after hesitating for a while, there was still no exit.

He wasn't sure if it would arouse Diana's suspicions, and make some interested people aware of his origins.

"That's all for today, Your Highness, good night. He bowed to the princess, then stepped out of the carriage and looked up, the twilight had quietly left, and the night sky was filled with stars.

Then he saw Mordred sitting by a campfire, the knight still wearing heavy armor and not saying a word, surrounded by the occasional passing guard, who would cast respectful and curious glances at him.

"Aren't you tired with a mask all day long?" said Constantine, who sat down as well.

"Isn't it natural for a hunter to be accustomed to the darkness?" Mordred said lightly, the voice coming from behind the mask was still so unwavering, low and pleasant.

"Again, I'm curious what you talked about with the Four Princesses in the carriage yesterday?" said Constantine.

"Don't worry, I didn't reveal your identity. You can continue to do what you want, as long as it is not to the detriment of Her Highness, and she asked me to continue to protect her until I arrived in the imperial capital. ”

"What I do in the guild is all murder, and the task of protecting a member of the royal family is indeed rare, what is your pay, and how many mission points are there?" asked Constantine.

"I've been paid for a long time, and here it is. Mordred said, pointing to something that had been placed beside him, and Constantine looked over and saw that it was the long spear that was all red, and from his conversation the other day, he had learned that the name of the gun was "Crimson Flowing Fire".

"It's a legendary weapon. Constantine raised his eyebrows, "Her Royal Highness is really generous, from the perspective of craftsmanship, it seems to be from the alchemy altar, could it be that your employer and a certain master of the alchemy altar also have a relationship?"

Mordred was a little surprised, he didn't expect Constantine to recognize the level of this spear at a glance, and also accurately judged the origin of the "Crimson Flowing Fire".

"Your Excellency Morningstar, you surprise me. Mordred said. "This weapon does come from the Alchemy Altar, but as for its history, it's a very distant story, and even now I can't use its full power. ”

"What is the relationship between you and Her Royal Highness the Empress for such a precious thing as a reward, why haven't I heard of you in the guild before?"

Mordred was silent for a moment, then said, "It's okay to tell you now, in fact, I was originally a servant knight of His Highness. ”

"What?"

"When Your Highness was eleven years old, I was her playmate, and I volunteered to be her knight, and by the way, the code name Mordred was given to me, and it was a secret between us. After that, in order to train myself, I joined the Hunters' Guild. Like many hunters, in the past two years, he has undertaken many difficult tasks, and his ranking has gradually risen to the top 20. "But that's not enough, I need to become stronger, not just more missionaries, to protect Your Highness." ”

As the largest killer organization in the mainland, the Hunters Guild has a unique task mechanism to coordinate its many hunters, and for each completed task, the bounty hunters can not only get paid by their employers, but also the guild will reward its members with corresponding task points according to the difficulty coefficient of the task. The accumulated quest points can be used to exchange money, alchemy materials, rare equipment, various intelligence, and even titles in some minor principalities.

At the same time, the number of mission points is also the basis for the ranking of guild members, and members with high rankings can have absolute priority in exchanging items, obtaining information, and undertaking tasks.

This is a pyramid-like design, the more high-level hunters, the greater their chances of obtaining high-value intelligence, the stronger the ability to earn quest points, and at the same time, this set of mechanics also prompts hunters to rush to all kinds of difficult tasks, in order to obtain quest points, many hunters have to compete for those high-value quests, sometimes even regardless of the reward.

As the sixth-ranked bounty hunter in the guild, Constantine was very familiar with this system, and even he, when he learned about it, had to admit that the person who designed it was quite a genius.

Inferring from the voice, this Mordred should be quite young, although the recognized peak age of bounty hunters on the continent is around thirty or forty years old, but the hunters' guild is rich in all kinds of perverts, and exceptions emerge one after another, at least the age of the knight in the nineteenth rank in front of him should not be more than thirty years old, Constantine guessed.

Although he was a little emotional, he was not too surprised, because he himself was one of those perverts.

"I'm interested in your story, Lord Morningstar, I've heard a lot of legends about you that are circulating within the guild, and many people have speculated about who you really are, and why you joined the Hunters' Guild back then. Mordred said suddenly, and Constantine felt two burning glances cast behind his mask. "Also, why did you leave the guild two years ago and come to Augustine Theological Seminary?"

Mordred stared at the young man in front of him, although Constantine was very young, but Mordred, who knew his past deeds, knew that this handsome young man sitting by the campfire was definitely one of the most powerful bounty hunters in the continent of Icadia.

If it weren't for Constantine, who showed him the emblem of the Hunters' Guild after the bloody battle, he would never have imagined that the legendary hunter "Morning Star" and the young monk sitting in front of him were the same person, even after entering the Hunters' Guild and meeting many strong people, Mordred would have had some difficulty accepting this fact.

So, he became more and more curious.