Even though he grew up in Aiden and joined the Royal Knights who defended the royal city as an adult, Wilfredo had never been so close to the headquarters of the Dawn Sect, known as the heart and center of power in the new capital.

The rows of spires reflect a dazzling golden glow in the rising sun, and all pilgrims who come here will be amazed from the bottom of their hearts after seeing the temporary headquarters of Dawn that replaces the Great Cathedral, and it truly lives up to its glorious name.

The surging divine power centered on the Hall of Radiance spread throughout the city in a ripple shape, protecting the entire city without leaking. To the average person, the ripples of light that spread in the air are silent, like fireworks and magic projections that are lit during festivals and carnivals. In particular, Wilfredo is more sensitive than the mage's Wengers, and he is like a breeze and warm to dwarves without elemental power, but to him is a storm of lightning and thunder, every step forward is against the power of a thousand jun, and the strength of his whole body is barely able to stand.

This pause led with Neham, who was leading the way in front of him, and he also stopped, looking back at the Templar warrior who had entered the Order's headquarters as a member of the Nature Sect.

Wilfredo certainly understood that this was due to Dawn's resistance, but he didn't dare and couldn't ask.

He was on the outskirts of Dawn's headquarters, surrounded by people who came to worship and pray, including nobles, and once the news of Link's disappearance spread, many of the hypocrites who had joined only for refuge and solace would surely leave. Even if the faith is not pure, the fledgling natural sect needs these pseudo-believers, even if the faith they can provide is pitiful, it is better than adding combat power to Hicks, the god of death.

And, to the surprise of Wilfredo, the impression of the strict Neham was surprisingly patient. Neither mocking nor harsh, he just stood quietly, his eyes calm enough to make Wilfredo panic.

What did the Dawn Cult do when they summoned me to their territory?Find out Link's whereabouts?Is the Pact still valid in the event of Nature's disappearance?How will they imprison, and kill me if Link's whereabouts can't be found?

As soon as the last thought came to him, Wilfredo laughed at his own stupidity.

It's just a newly joined Templar Warrior. First, if you don't have the net worth to control the situation, and second, if you don't have the strength to look down on all living beings, how can the Dawn Sect, which is in charge of the thousand-year-old destiny of the Silver Empire with Hohenheim, take you seriously.

As a mage, although Wengers is not as limited as Wilfredo, he can also sense his state at the moment from the expression of his friend.

If it weren't for the excruciating pain, the sturdy and self-respecting Wilfredo would not have moved his feet at a turtle speed with the bruised tendons on his head, attracting attention at the crowded gate of the morning light.

"Fredo, you ......"

Wengers's worried inquiry came to an abrupt end at Nerham's sudden draw, and Campano nervously reached for the heavy axe he was carrying on his back. However, they were all mistaken, and the new Knights of the Dawn were not drawn by Wilfredo. Rather, it was a dark shadow standing outside the gate of the Dawn headquarters.

The entrance and exit of the originally crowded Order were vacant at once, and people covered their mouths and noses to move away from the foul-smelling Rams, both surprised and confused. This man was obviously dressed in the knight's armor of the dawn standard, why did he feel like he had fallen into a sewer, and it stinked.

Although there was some confusion, Wengers immediately summoned a magic shield to cover the other two companions.

The three of them stepped aside in tacit understanding. Surrender the arena to two men who are also wearing high-ranking Knights of Dawn armor.

Looking at the outfit, the identity of the old man outside the door should be no less than that of the young man who brought Wilfredo here. Campano asked in a whisper, "Infighting?"

Wengers shook his head, how could it be!

Dawn is the god of light, in charge of order, and the least likely thing it teaches is rebellion, which is also the most serious crime. And...... He knew the old man.

As a noble family with a name in the new capital, when he went to the Hall of Glory with his family to pray. Standing beside the High Priest was this man, the Knights of the Dawn, Rams Hutton.

Overnight, the former regimental commander became scrawny, and his golden armor was dull. Like a dusty mirror, not even the sunlight could erase the shadows on it, which made Rams's already bloodless cheeks even more gloomy and gray.

Neam never expected that Rams, who had already been put on the wanted list, would appear in front of him in such a way that there was no way back. Yu Guang glanced at the believers on both sides. Too much, too close. Once you do it, it's hard not to spread it to others. And he wasn't sure what Rams wanted to do.

Even if I pass this level, the Glory Hall still has the Grand Priest in person, and the holy power of the sages of the past dynasties can't please even if the frost and cold come in person, since they have betrayed, they should flee far away after being exposed, instead of being sent to the door like suicidal like this.

What exactly do you want to do, Rams?

Seeing Rams, who had been the head of the regiment for decades, become like this, Neam sighed.

Although it is true that Rams himself is not strong-willed, he cannot escape the blame. The purer blood of the aristocracy than the average person not only has an advantage in the sensory element, but even the gods prefer humans who are closer to the ancient species. The so-called 'once-in-a-century genius' is just a blessing from blood, compared to Rams, who climbed to the position of regiment commander step by step, Neam felt that he was deserved.

Taking the initiative to ask Ying to monitor the child of nature that the pillar specially found from the other world, in addition to the sense of responsibility, there is also an intention to escape. I thought that if I left, Rams could at least retire with honor, but I didn't expect that after going around and around, I still couldn't escape the day of the showdown.

Holding a blade of light that symbolizes the favor of the morning sun, Neham greeted his swordsmanship instructor and former boss with a knightly edge.

This is the last time I salute you, Mr. Rams, Chief Knight.

Wings of light spliced together with light spread out on their backs, and some of the knowledgeable believers screamed and scattered.

If the blade of light is the standard for the Knight of Dawn, it is a proof of the favor of the dawn. That light wing is the unique form of the Dawn Knight's battle, and once it is cast, it will not stop without annihilating the enemy.

The sound of metal boots trampling stone bricks from far and near, and hundreds of Knights of Dawn poured out from the streets leading to the Order's headquarters, surrounding Rams and sealing his retreat completely. Dozens of clergymen in robes, led by the priests, rushed out, humming shields forming a wall to protect the stunned civilians behind them.

Slowly lowering the blade, Neem's gaze was fixed on him confronting him, but his eyes had already passed over his Rams.

"You know what happens to betrayal. ”

The former knight didn't seem to hear the question, and walked forward, and with each step, a string of sparks that were visible to the naked eye burst out of his body.

"What's going on?" the dwarf squinted at the old knight from head to toe, but couldn't find the source. After not receiving a reply for a long time, Campano turned his head to see that Wengers had actually looked straight, while Wilfredo pursed his lips with a solemn expression.

Did something happen that I don't know about?

Who's going to explain it to me!

Qiang――

With the sound of his sword unsheathed, Neham took a big step back, looking at Rams in disbelief, who was still a dozen paces away from him.

It was not an ordinary sword press, but a higher level of strength, and he didn't even see how the other party made the sword.

It's not Rams's style, and it's not what he's capable of.

"Who are you?!"

The Lich Frost, or another lord, or the Grim Reaper himself, uses Rams's body to break through the many levels and barriers set up in the royal city.

As the head of the Knight of the Dawn, Rams is second only to the High Priest in status, and is the second person in the Order on an equal footing with the High Priest, with many privileges, and can freely enter and exit the forbidden areas that are not open to high-ranking cultists.

The thought of Rams having touched and changed the city's defenses before the mutiny sent chills down Neam's body. Although he was suspicious, he only thought about the lowering of his faith, and he did not want to think deeper.

The high priest summoned the sages of the past dynasties to retreat to the new capital, could it be that he had already foreseen this step?

Whoever possesses it must not be allowed to enter......

Even if the divine favor has been canceled by Dawn and Rams is still alive, as long as it is a living person, the light circle of the headquarters against the undead will be ineffective against it, even if it can be dispelled in the end, for the high-level undead, this time is enough to cause some damage to the headquarters.

"Stop it!"

As he gave the order, Neam swung his blade of light and slashed out three intersecting sword presses.

Correspondingly, Rams, who was already holding his sword, neutralized Neham's attack with a slight swing.

Since the Knights of Dawn use blades made from the power of pure light, they wear uniformly cast swords with them for ceremonial purposes, and they are not even bladed. But Rams held a black two-handed greatsword in his hand, and the pitch-black ghost wrapped around it, making a terrifying cry that made the listener shudder and fear.

"Cybelion ......"

Neam had never encountered the first warrior of the Undead Empire on the battlefield, but its weapon, Soul Eater, had long been portrayed by the few who had seen Cybelian alive. The two-handed sword entangled by the spirit of injustice, combined with the strange swordsmanship, except for the leader of the Death Knight, does not do what he thinks.

Possessed Rams, Cyber Snipple backhanded, and the invisible sword pressure of equal power struck again, and this time Neam resisted and did not retreat. The priest behind him chanted a prayer like a flame of light turning into an arrow, aiming directly at the undead general who dared to invade the headquarters of the Order of Dawn alone.

[The Dawn Sect is really a withering talent, and this year's Knight Captain actually made me unable to do it with all my might. 】

A low and hoarse 'voice' sounded in everyone's ears, obviously just a low whisper, but it was as piercing as thunder, so that the listener couldn't help but cover his ears.

[Francesca, come out, continue the battle you and I didn't end forty years ago!] (To be continued......)