The black-robed man slapped his palm and said in a pleasant voice, "Is this the upside-down criminal, the son of Hesa Larson?"

"I don't think he will live long - thank me that the servant who wanted to ask you for the gold had fled from the city of Paliva, and that I had told him the news of the return of the young heir. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The black-robed man was standing in the reddish glow of the black moon, and the black-robed robe reflected a projection of mottled bloodstains.

It was a scene that reminded the Templar maintenance forces present of the invasion of Paliva City by unknown warlocks a few days ago. To this end, the city of Pali was cleaned, but no trace of the pagan warlock was found, and now he is here.

"Heresy!" cried the monk at the front angrily.

They could not forget the shame of that day - this despicable fellow evaded their attacks and fled under their noses with lies and tricks. He vouched for the fact that the pagan warlocks were not capable of confronting them head-on.

"I can see what is in your heart, and you are doubting my power. The black-robed man ignored the monk's scolding and walked step by step to where Carter Larson had fallen.

The Templar drew his sword and aimed it at the comer, and the red sword qi quickly expanded, weaving into a web and surging towards the black-robed man.

However, the blazing sword wind only slid over the edge of the black robe, blowing his drooping hat and the edge of his robe.

"You-are wondering if I'm in collusion with this poor creature...... The warlock of the country called 'Nanfeng'...... "The black-robed man didn't seem to be able to see the attacking posture of the six people on the opposite side, nor could he hear the monk's chanting, and continued to move forward.

"Last time I told you, I was a mage of the Sanctuary - you obviously don't believe it. He paused, as if to take a closer look at the scene in the sea of spirits of these people, but found nothing of value but anger and contempt.

Well, that's not true. He seemed a little helpless to spread his hands.

The monk's chanting was over, and the fireball exploded in front of the black-robed man, and the tongue of flame surrounded the black center, desperately rushing upward, and in an instant it enveloped the latter.

However, the next moment they saw the black-robed man coming out of the flames, not even the corners of his clothes burning.

The Templars sprinted forward, but their sword energy escaped before it touched their robes. They tried to get close to the mysterious comer, but there was a strange force that made them feel like they were stuck in the mud, and every step was extremely difficult.

The monk raised his staff and chanted the hymn again, and the flames instantly expanded, surging like ocean waves, and most of the space was engulfed in flames. However, in the sea of fire, the black center was not infected in any way, and the voice of a stranger was still heard in the roar of the flames.

"I just want to ask you an academic question that has been bothering me for a long time, should I call it anthropology, human sociology, or anthropopolitics?"

"In what you call the 'Sanctuary', the 'Sanctuary' is a branch of each jurisdiction, with the lowest rank being the monks, and then the mages - the mages and above can enter the priesthood and become the real power of the templars, right?"

"IMHO...... Your political framework is so chaotic, why do you need a monarch when you have a sanctuary, why do your leaders not take power by force, but through huge and bloated institutions, engage in extremely complex political games, and finally take power? This is really a very inefficient means. ”

The monk's hand holding the staff trembled a little, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Pagan, you are provoking. ”

The black-robed man walked out of the rising flames, a red and white light behind him, and he didn't seem to feel the scorching heat at all.

"That question, you said in your hearts that it was right, and thought with disdain, that this is common sense. He didn't seem to hear the monk's threat, as if he wasn't in the bloody lord's mansion, but standing in the tavern, talking to the idlers.

"Don't you want to know who I am?" the black-robed man's voice became more pleasant, and he lifted his hanging hat, revealing a somewhat immature appearance: "I saw the amazement in your hearts-'What makes us afraid is a beautiful young man!'"

"My name is Odin Diggs, a descendant of the great king Sartan Diggs, my father is a racial disgrace, and my mother is a human being. I am the legend of fear in your hearts, the object of your prayers day and night to be expelled - a real devil!"

"Now, you'd better pray to the god Osiris for you to know where I came from, and you won't be able to get out of here alive. At this time, Odin was already standing beside Carter Larsen, standing in the center of the circle of the lord's mansion, only a stone's throw away from the monk he had just shouted.

He slowly bent down and with a slight twitch, he took the Black Gold Wood Staff "Possession Myeloid Worm" in his hand. He wiped the blood stains from his cuff and smiled at the six people who were opposite him, as if trying to find something interesting in their spiritual sea.

"Ridiculous! The devil exists only in legends, and the earth where the Holy Light shines is clean! Pagan magicians, the inferior means of intimidation are blasphemy against the true God!" the monk cursed loudly, as if that would drive away the fear from their hearts.

Yet, as if to refute his words, in the midst of the fire and blood, the young man smiled—neither mocking nor pleasant, but a smile of pity, like a false saint in the bright yellow flames, and his black eyes leaping like ghostly fire.

The Templar's sword could not touch him.

The monk's chanting of the Flame Mantra could not burn him.

Under the attack of the monks and knights who were almost out of control because of fear, Odin raised the "Possession Worm", placed it in the center of the circle, and chanted in the demon language: "Fireworks!"

In an instant, the scarlet flames snaked along the inscribed runes, and then, as if they had been drenched in oil, suddenly sprang up, and these weed-like fire roots turned into giant snakes, which swooped into the dome, exploding and rising in the air, and within seconds, the entire lobby of the lord's mansion was obliterated in scarlet.

The monks unleashed the Forbidden Spell, but they were surprised to find that the flames jumped into the Forbidden Array.

This was perhaps the last shock of their lives, and the god Osiris could not protect them in the face of this young man.

First, the three knights maintained their sword-wielding posture, and turned into a black shadow in the flames.

Inside the forbidden circle, flames sometimes soared for meters, sometimes swaying gently, and the monks used all the remaining air in their lungs to chant incantations, pouring the gas of sparks into their throats, and their voices gradually became like saws pulled through wooden boxes.

For a moment or two the flames swirled in low circles around them, shaking violently, and they thought the Forbidden Spell had worked, and they were almost paralyzed. However, they saw the smiling expression of Odin Diggs in the firelight.

One of the monks broke down, and he cried out in a very hoarse voice: "Devil, this is a devil!"

Then the other monks were infected, trembling and nervously whispering chants—for the first and only time in their lives, suspecting that the divine power of Osiris could not shelter them.

The encirclement of flames narrowed, and tongues of fire swept through the skin of the three monks and soared into the dome. A god attendant finally couldn't bear the torture anymore and rushed out of the forbidden circle. A black figure appeared in the sea of fire, and it could be seen that the figure was struggling to move forward, and after only a few seconds, it began to squirm wildly, and finally disappeared into the scarlet.

The rest of the monks had long since lost their minds, and they raised their hands desperately towards the dome in a gesture of prayer, surrounded by tongues of fire, but they could not see the gods they had worshipped all their lives.

"Devil!" came a faint, hoarse voice at the end of the flames.

The six acolytes were reduced to ashes.