While the two were talking, the three of them in the Duke's Mansion gathered together, and through the Eye of the Blood Fiend, they could clearly see the scene in the cathedral. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Isaac touched his chin and said suspiciously, "It seems that the temple of the gods is not having a good time." The high-level people disappeared en masse, and it was no wonder that even a high-level professional did not dare to go to the Kacher faction. Before this, Fran had already prepared for a head-to-head confrontation with the bishops of the Northland Diocese, but he didn't expect these people to cover up so tightly that they didn't reveal it to the administrators of the diocese below. ”

"Could it have something to do with those two big troubles?"

Evelyn thought for a moment and said.

"It's possible, but then again, it's only been how long has Ragnarok passed, and the position of those false gods is very stable, how can they be collectively silenced if there are no accidents?"

Isaac nodded and shook his head, he was also a little confused, the number of times the gods responded to believers in recent decades has been at a new low, and the miracles have become less and less, this is a fact that everyone with a discerning eye knows, if there are evil god believers who openly spread rumors of the end of the world, it may not be that no one believes it.

Wenna had no idea of any of these things involving the gods and the outer realm, so she sat in her chair and listened quietly.

"Well, Archbishop Veron, why is this guy left to guard the temple of the gods, and the moon god Elune and the sun god Archpriest Phobos are also missing?"

When Aria walked into the cathedral of the Church of Light, he was confused. As the most powerful moon god and the high priest of the sun god system in the temple of gods, they generally rarely move their nests, and the two top priests at the peak of the legend are in charge, and the holy city is worthy of the title of holy city, and the black hands who dare to spy on the power of the Brent Kingdom will die down, if this news is poked out, Isaac believes that Brent, who has been peaceful for a long time, will immediately be in flames.

The picture shifts to the Cathedral of the Holy Light, Aria helped Archbishop Velen to the reception room at the back of the church, the guest and the host sat down, Veron sighed and said: "Now, the Temple of the Gods is in an extraordinary period, and evil is about to take advantage of the void, not only the Grand Duke Isaac who suddenly appeared in Kacher, the Winter Moon Empire, and the Charrison Kingdom have some problems within the Kingdom, on the surface, these problems are not very serious, but no one knows what the next step will be." Fiona has only one daughter left, I don't want to take your corpse to see her one day, listen to me, go back to Faeron as soon as possible, I'm afraid the Northland is going to be in chaos. ”

Aria was originally just for her brother-in-law's business, and then paid some price in exchange for meeting the current principal of the Temple of the Gods to discuss the opportunity to open the North Carolina Crown League to the royal capital, but she didn't expect to get a terrifying news, all the high-level personnel of the Temple of the Gods were gone, and even the wisest archbishop Veren warned himself, the three kingdoms of the Northland have been peaceful for so many years, and at most they are just some border skirmishes, and the high-level political pattern has been fixed, and the price paid to change it is not something anyone can afford。

"The greed in human beings hurts themselves and others, so I look at them with pessimism, but other people don't think it's a bad thing. Now, most of the god's servants are trapped, and I don't know if they'll ever be able to get out of that place. However, the news from the various parishes of Brent is that some great catastrophe is about to happen......"

Velun seems to be much older, the Holy Light Sect advocates idealism, God is not a specific idol, but in his own heart, simply put, there are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand people. Therefore, the priests of the Holy Light Sect have a very different view of things from other followers of the gods. It is precisely this that allows the Holy Light Sect to maintain a transcendent position in the Temple of the Gods, anyway, this group of guys who shout that the Holy Light is above will not have much conflict with themselves, and any dirty work can be thrown to these priests with a strong sense of justice to do, hard work, and no return, it is simply a model worker in the clergy world.

"Lord Veron, what you said is true?"

Aria felt very lost, tonight, she actually regretted coming here, no one would think that disaster would happen until it happened, but if you did know that disaster was coming, that fear of the future would hover in your mind like an appendage, slowly eroding your sanity until it was completely crushed by known fears.

Veron sighed and raised the bishop's scepter inlaid with sacred crystals in his hand, and a condensed ball of holy light came out of the tip of the battle, circling regularly in the room, and suddenly, a purple smoke and light blue light crossed through the void, piercing the warm light and turning it into scattered streamers.

"Do you know that the Holy Light was never annihilated at Ragnarok, and now, the Holy Power was actually scattered by two sudden terrifying forces in the Holy City, what a terrible prophecy, and the ridiculous thing is that the self-righteous gods are still fighting for their own interests!"

As Aria walked out of the Cathedral of Light, Veron's eyes fell on an elderly parchment on the stand in the corner, the cover was yellowed and the handwriting was blurred, except that the deeply engraved name in the center of the cover had not disappeared with the passage of time - Fiona Terra Corvette.

He gently picked up the book, his thin, wrinkled palm caressing the surface, as if caressing a beloved lover.

"The prophecy has come true, Fiona, is it really worth it for you to gamble your life on a future that is nothing?"

A burst of pathos surged in Wei Lun's head, and the figure who did not give up the pursuit of old age will always appear in the memory of the old man.

Suddenly, a black shadow burst from the shadows under the windowsill, and the light and shadow of the blade blended into the moonlight, which was unguarding.

With a "ding", the blade hovered one centimeter away from the archbishop's back heart, and could no longer pierce into it, a faint halo seemed false, but it was extremely hard.

"Astrana...... Assassins of the Brotherhood of the Eternal Night?"

After all, Archbishop Velun is a powerful priesthood who has entered the legend, and his robes are called 'Mercy', and he has a high-level mantra shield, and spells or attacks with a strength of no more than the fifth order cannot penetrate this thin layer of holy light shield in the first place.

The thief, wrapped in a black bodysuit, took a sip, knowing full well that the target was not so easy to achieve, and a cloud of smoke was thrown out of his hand, wrapping around Archbishop Velon's head like a living thing.

Blind!

The thief's figure quickly retreated, and his whole body melted into the shadows, this concealment was not like an ordinary hidden form, but it seemed to have disappeared from this world.

The strange ability to blind the third-order talent skill disappeared after a few seconds, and at this time, the faint True Word Shield on the archbishop's body also disappeared at the same time, and the thief's timing was extremely accurate, and a fierce elbow strike smashed into Velon's neck the moment the shield disappeared.

Sneak attack - bleeding - bleeding -

The speed at which the dagger came out seemed to be slow, but the fact that the blade left three large bloody scars on the archbishop's body illustrated the power it conferred.

The thief deftly put away the dagger in his right hand, clenched his left hand into a fist, took a deep breath, and the fist with black mist slammed straight into Wei Lun's lower back.

A grim smile tugged at the corner of the thief's mouth, and the pale blue ice mist quickly wrapped the blood-stained dagger like a living thing.

"Die, old wretch!"

Cold-blooded - boning!

As if infused with some kind of eerie power, the dagger slashed diagonally across the subject's left shoulder across the vertebrae, bringing up a puff of vivid red and a few pieces of broken white bone.

"Huh?!"

Seeing the rapid passage of his target's life, the thief wiped the blood from the dagger and prepared to insert it back into the scabbard at his waist, when a huge pillar of light slammed into him from the sky, and the blazing light rushed through his body like a flame, and the heat seemed to evaporate the blood.

"I don't seem to have a grudge against the Night Elves, why did you assassinate me?"

Archbishop Velen held the Scepter of Light in one hand and the parchment in the other, and looked at the embarrassed thief in front of him with a puzzled face.

"Ahem...... You shameful coward!" the thief coughed twice, clutched his chest and slowly stood up, Veron had actually entered the legend, this desperate prayer with the divine fire was really amazing, he knew that it was difficult to kill the target today, and the priest of the legendary level was no longer at the peak of the epic.

"Oh, why do you call me a coward?"

"The God of Slaughter is above, I've found you, Celtic coward!

As soon as the thief gritted his teeth, a dark and cold mist enveloped his body, and the shadow energy filled the entire study like a tide, and even the power of the holy light was forcibly suppressed.

Velun slammed the scepter to the ground, and the golden holy light erupted from his body, spreading out quickly in all directions, and all kinds of objects that came into contact with the holy light were as if they were plated with a layer of gold, dazzling and sacred.

Just as he was about to continue to use more powerful skills, the room was empty.

"Huh?" Veren frowned, he missed, the thief didn't want to fight hard, but chose to escape. What a sensible and smart decision. If it had been a moment later, his silent chanting of the wide range control skill Divine Shackles (which had given the Shadow Priest a psychic scream, which would appear later) would cover the entire cathedral, and this kind of movement would have caused the paladins and clerics stationed outside to flock to it, and it would be impossible for even the strongest individual to fight against countless third- to fifth-order priests at the same time. Moreover, the legendary priest who reacted from the sudden attack will put on a shield and a spiritual fire to stand and let you cut it when the opponent has used up all kinds of powerful skills, as long as it is not a second kill, raise your hand and give the milk back.