Chapter 12: The Great Sage

You look for the light in the darkness, and you walk in the light without stopping. As you took the holy scepter, I remembered the oath you had made before me: "For all those who are afflicted, for all those who are poor, for all those who are poor, for all those who are weak." I make an eternal vow to be a believer in the Keeper of Light. We endure for righteousness, and we are immortal for light. ”

- The Great Sage Rubis Xiu

The Temple of Light has a total of five dioceses on the mainland, and except for the three great sages who are the representatives of the bishops in the central diocese, the holy city of Morna, the other four great sages are the popes of the other four dioceses.

Under the Pope, there are two more positions: Cardinal and Guardian Knight. And whether it is a cardinal or a guardian knight, without exception, they must reach the strength of a sage.

After the ninth order, it is the holy domain, whether it is a mage or a spirit master, they all respect the strong in the holy domain as the holy one, and the temple is different from the holy one, so they take the name of the sage to call the holy domain strong of the temple.

Greeted by the silver moonlight, Gabriel, the chief guardian knight of Demurfer, stepped onto the stone steps of the papal temple.

At the headquarters of the Southern Diocese de Mufir, the knights of the silver armor assembled in the Holy See Square, and the subspecies unicorn of the silver horn quietly waited for the knight's order.

Above the square, silver griffins kept circling.

The tall papal temple radiates a soft light, and the temple priests are praying for the knights, and all preparations are in full swing.

Gabriel pressed his sword in his hand, exuding a majestic majesty. He has long, slightly curly brown hair, a lush beard like a lion's mane, and sparkling sparkle in his sapphire blue eyes, and a very high nose that complements his upright face, which makes him even more resolute, and he is also known for his iron-blooded integrity.

Gabriel's tall figure was like a tower, and every step he took seemed to be measured, his upper body did not move at all, and his lower body moved exactly the same as he ascended the steps.

In appearance, Rubis was a handsome man in middle age, but in fact, although he was the youngest of the Seven Great Sages, he was already nearly three hundred years old.

He wore a golden robe tattooed with red sacred texts, and his brown eyes revealed vicissitudes and wisdom.

The red cloak fluttered, Gabriel knelt down on one knee towards Lubis, and a loud and solemn voice lingered over the square: "His Royal Highness, the Griffin Knights, the Knights of the Silver Horn, the White Pegasus Knights, the Third Holy Horse Regiment of the War Hammer of God, the Third Priesthood of the God's Scepter, and all other forces belonging to the diocese of Demufer have been assembled. I beg your Highness to give the order to set out, and we swear to drive out evil for the temple!"

"We fight for the light, we live for justice!" the sacred chant resounded in the square, and Rubis looked at the knights in the square, both relieved and worried.

"Gabriel, I bring glory down to you by the will of God, and the light is with us!"

White light shone from Pope Rubis's sword, and in response to the Red City's rescue, the diocesan headquarters of Demurfil came out with almost all its might, except for the third, fourth, sixth, ninth, and four guardian knights, as well as the same number of cardinals.

And in the Imperial Capital Square of Tianhuang City, Jiang Ming, as the emperor of the empire, looked at the assembled army and also issued an order to set off, among them, there was also the Red Kite Guard of the Holy Phoenix Mercenary Group.

Eight hundred miles away, the dense fog had spread to the naked eye of the Red City, and the entire Red City had entered a tense state of readiness.

In the mist, the killing continued.

The ground was cracking, rocks were falling, fireballs were falling like raindrops.

The new students led by Wen Renqing and the Knights Templar were also in a bitter battle.

The sheep-headed gnomes are the mages at the bottom of the abyss, they don't win with spells, and the sheer number of demons that don't lose makes people desperate.

"It's Absinthe, the lowest demon. Damn, it's coming too fast. Wen Renqing said loudly.

The ground crack spell hindered the team's progress, and in the thick fog, the effect was multiplied.

Falling rocks and spitfire fall from the sky, and although they are the lowest-level spells, they bring endless trouble.

Demons are the lowest level of existence in the abyss, and the number of them is desperate.

However, the wolf demon, as a mid-level powerful demon, was the real danger, and in front of the freshman, there was almost no chance to resist, which doubled the pressure on Wen Renqing and the Templar Knight.

The fog had been cleared in the flames of war, and the entire battlefield was now like hell. The shattered earth had no place to stand, and the broken trees fell to it, the burning flames reflecting the fierceness of the demons and the panic of the warriors.

The number of wolves and demons has not decreased due to the valiant battles of the knights, but has increased due to continuous replenishment. News of warriors being injured kept coming, and even a sixth-order glorious knight needed more than two people to confront the wolf demon head-on.

The temple did not send a priest during the trial mission, and the wounded knights were sent to the few water and wood mages among the new students.

Chiba is one of them. Pale blue healing light shone in her hands, and white lion-shaped spellcasters floated on her chest. She has long silky black hair, a little blue in her crystal black eyes is flashing, and her delicate face reveals a watery gentleness that does not fit the girl's age.

Chiba continued to bless the wounded with the healing technique of the water system, but her eyes always looked at the black-clothed young man who was blocking her.

The pressure on the Templars was mounting, and they could only do their best to fend off the attacks of the wolf demons and most of the resentful absinthes. The missed low-level demons still threatened the safety of the students. As the recognized leader of Chiba's team, Duan Yue should take on the guard work of Chiba.

The black-clothed young man had unfettered black hair at this time, like a wild dragon, and his deep brown pupils hid a depth and loneliness that was completely inconsistent with his age. He was wielding a long inky iron knife with a brownish glow circulating in it.

The knife is condensed, the knife rises and falls like a mountain settling, and it is also like the spirit of a young man, heavy as a thousand mountains but like a stormy wave.

The wind was howling, and the army of demons was storming the ranks like a rat plague. Broken Yue walked like a strong wind, stood like an old pine, and fell like a slashing mountain, only the resentful demons of the lower rank of the fourth order had almost no chance to resist in front of him, and they were crushed to pieces one after another.

The red light of the fire reflected on Broken Yue's immature face, and Chiba seemed to see the heroes of the legend rise in front of her.

Twelve brownish-yellow vein rays of light flowed around Duan Yue's body, and a few dazzling bits of light flickered on the light armor that he had condensed from Lingyuan. Every time the boy swung his sword, it seemed as if he was going to cut off a mountain, and his brown eyes occasionally swept back over Chiba, and that contemplative gaze made Chiba's heart beat wildly every time it flashed.

There was a scream in the sky.

The crimson meteor pierced through the dense fog and was three feet long, and the sharp spear made of lava was straight towards Broken Mountain.

Each lava spear was a three-ring magic that the Absinthe Demon could unleash, and nearly a hundred spears dragging long flame tails pierced the air and approached Broken Yue.

The blazing flames scorched the air, and Chiba's delicate face turned white.

Nearly 100 three-ring single attack magics, when performing cluster attacks, are even as powerful as six-ring spells.

He is still him, like a broken mountain of a sword, and like a mountain. He never showed a proud expression, but he stood on the earth, as if he stood on the top of a thousand mountains, arrogant and peerless, dominating the sky, how high the heaven and the earth, how proud his sword was.

The spear blocked the sky, and he slashed through the sky with a single sword. As soon as the knife came out, the cold sword light was like a line that divided the world, as if a knife cut the whole world.

The nets laid by the lava spears were swept into the sky with flying fire.

Although this knife is not as powerful as the Holy Light Slash of the Glory Knight's full blow, and not as magnificent as the Heavenly Knight's casual blow, even Ryan Charlie, who is a paladin, is also eyed by it, just because of the domineering sword intent that suddenly flashed in this sword.

If it is said that for a mage, what hinders him from becoming stronger is his understanding of the energy of heaven and earth and the perception of the demon net of heaven and earth, then for a warrior who cultivates the spirit element, his own path is the foundation of his becoming stronger.

A warrior can only get one step closer when he is clear about himself, and only when he finds his own path can he step to the top.

And having your own martial will is the first step to finding your own path, and even this step is the first step to stepping into a high level.

With a fifth-order body, Duan Yue had such a domineering sword intent, which also meant that it was easy for him to enter the high rank.

The young man was sharp, and Duan Yue perfectly interpreted this with his knife, even in the current situation of the great enemy, Wen Renqing couldn't help but shout hello.

The red giant sword slashed the crazy wolf demon in front of him in half, and a trace of sorrow flashed in Wen Renqing's heart.

He looked into the thick fog, and his worries deepened. Yun Lang's team was originally very important to him, and the fact that all of them had reached the middle level was enough to make the other teams look sideways, not to mention the two fifth-order ones.

Adams is a student of the Imperial Wizards' Guild who is a Sanctuary mage who has personally traveled to the Odin Empire, and is gifted and promising.

And needless to say, Lin Xueyao's talent, she was only twelve years old, and she was already a fifth-order mid-rank earth spirit master. And her background makes Wen Renqing have to pay attention to it. His parents are the resident powerhouses of the Holy Phoenix Mercenary Group in the Golden City, and his elder brother is the first of the ten heavenly prides in the Silver City today, and he is in the limelight, and he became the descendant of the Dragon Knight's Sword Saint at the age of twelve, and the successor of the Azure Throne. He also studied under the Blue Sword Saint, and it is said that his talent is even better than that of his brother.

Solan, I guess Anne is crazy now, after all, she only has one sister.

And the young man named Yun Lang, although he has not carefully understood it, but being able to reach the middle level at the age of twelve is itself an extraordinary and genius. This squad is probably the most talented and high-profile squad in this class of freshmen.

However, the pace of the abyss is so fast, in this thick fog, it is so dangerous, even if it is themselves, they dare not say that they have retreated, and they don't know what kind of crisis is still hidden in the shadows, can they get out of danger safely?

With the wisdom and acumen of the teacher, he should have guessed the arrival of the crisis, and he didn't know when reinforcements would arrive. Yunlang: They may be in a bitter battle, or they may have ......

"Qing, oh no! Some of them have lost contact with the freshmen and the Templars, and this fog is so insulated from the detection of divine consciousness and magic that we can't be sure of their direction at all. Moreover, due to the fighting, the Holy Light of the Paladins is unable to sustain the development of our area, and we ourselves have lost our direction. The situation is getting more and more dangerous. Murong's anxious voice sounded in his ears, and their situation was getting worse.

"Yalan, can't you help it?" Wen Renqing asked.

"No, I've tried. Although this dense fog does not have much attack power, it is likely to be a forbidden spell-level spell, and it is extremely restrictive. Unless it is a mage above the level of the Grand Magister, or a warrior above the level of the Spirit King, there is basically no way below the ninth order. There was a gloomy cloud between Murong Meiyu's eyebrows, and there was helplessness in his eyes.

Wen Renqing resisted the attack of the wolf demon, and his thoughts were flying, but there was no way.

The fog is still spreading, and the pure white seventh month, the moon of enlightenment, is slowly rising.

Before dawn, it's to live or to perish.

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