"Those alien invaders are devils! even if they are not real devils, they will be dealt with as if they were devils. Involved with them, for whatever reason, will be regarded as a companion of the devil, tied to the temple of the god of courage and burned to death......! How could you do such a thing!" said Sir Cocutt, but he deliberately kept his voice low for fear of being heard.

Opposite Jazz, Marven was comfortably reclining on the sofa, sipping a rich black tea. When Sir Cocut's anger had subsided a little, he said leisurely, "Father, the present situation is that I have become a companion of the devil, and you may look at this. ”

As he spoke, Marven stretched out his right hand, and a faint dark red flame suddenly jumped out of his hand, as if it had been frozen in blood for centuries. The flames flickered, and Marven's face immediately turned pale and his wheezing became heavier. Although Smolderflame lasted for a short time, it consumed most of his demi-divine power.

Ser Cokat suddenly took a breath of cold air and said in shock, "Shadow Flame! You, you have become a fallen magician?"

"I'm only level six now, so I can only be called a fallen priest, and I am not qualified to be called a sorcerer. Marven calmly corrected Jazz's mistake.

"Which god do you believe in?" asked Sir nervously, staring at Marven.

"The dragon of eternity and time. Marven said, then added, "It's not a god of our plane." ”

Kokkale's face was cloudy, and he said slowly, "Being able to teleport divine power across planes, no matter what, this dragon of eternity and time is a powerful god that can be called great. ”

Marven poured himself another cup of tea and said with a smile, "My dear father, now you should believe that I am bound to the devil and can no longer be separated. And you, the father of a fallen priest, will be burned at the stake if you are discovered. So instead of being angry, help me figure it out. These alien invaders were obviously not as weak as the Temple priests said, they were young, most of them were not yet twenty years old, but their combat power was amazingly strong. Can you imagine that a dozen or so invaders of the tenth level or so, without any powerful equipment, but in the case of a head-on battle, the army led by Mintai and Huber was completely wiped out? That's half of the baron's elite!"

Jazz snorted heavily, but said nothing. Marven is his son, so naturally he will not lie. Obviously, the identity of these invaders in the original plane must not be simple, and most of them have some very terrifying forces standing behind them.

Cokat walked back and forth in the meeting room for dozens of laps before he made up his mind and said, "Duke Villain, Vicious Wolf, may be able to solve the problem of your foothold. The Duke of Bire's family worshipped their ancestors and often clashed with the Temple of the God of Courage. I will write you a letter of introduction, and you will take him to Baron Fontaine, who is the cousin of the Duke, and can introduce you to the Duke. But ......"

Sir paused, concerned about Marven, and then said: "But Duke Vicious Wolf is known for his cruelty and tyranny, you must be careful when dealing with him, if he is in a bad mood, he may directly tear you apart! Be careful when you leave so that no one recognizes you. ”

Marven took a thick roll of parchment, carefully put away the letter of introduction, and then bowed deeply to Sir and said, "Father, I have a hunch that you will not regret your decision today. ”

Kokat snorted, noncommittal. Even a level 6 fallen priest is not an achievement at Marven's age. Divine techniques such as prediction and prophecy can only be cast by priests at least level 12 or above, and priests with strong enough divine grace can do so. Marven's hunch is obviously nonsense.

At the same moment, in Baron Fosa's room, a vase more expensive than Sir Cocut's collection flew up the wall and thud into countless pieces. There were already many fragments on the floor, and the baron was clearly in an extremely bad mood. After smashing the vase, the baron gasped and slammed his fist on the table.

As soon as the storm began, the servant who had shrunk into the corner of the room dared to speak: "My lord, the priest of the temple has been waiting for you for half an hour. ”

Fosa snorted heavily, straightened his messy hair, and followed the servant slowly to the parlor. Essien is a priest of the God of Courage, who has reached the rank of twelve, and is also the presiding officer of the temple of his realm. In terms of worldly status and power, Esin was not much worse than his baron in this remote area. Two consecutive defeats have greatly damaged the baron's strength, especially the loss of more than half of the high-end combat power. Now, Essien's thirty-man Templar force is a major force in the realm.

Baron Fosa was lean, and his hair was already mostly gray. The long-term overactive nightlife left him with a pale complexion and deep bags under his eyes. As soon as he entered the meeting room, the baron said to Priest Essin, who was leisurely admiring an oil painting of the goddess of spring on the wall, "Dear Excellency Esin, if you want to talk to me about the Devil of the Otherworld, then I don't think we have anything to talk about. ”

Essien smiled slightly, not taking the baron's coldness to heart at all, but said, "Your Excellency, I have come here this time to discuss the matter of the alien devil. You know the oracle ......"

"Don't mention the oracle to me!" Phosa raised his voice angrily and said, "Only you know what the oracle is! If the strength of those invaders is really only 'insignificant', and the number does not exceed 20, then how can the three jazz and hundreds of elite warriors I sent before and after be wiped out?"

Essien's face straightened, and he said, "The oracle cannot be wrong, and as a priest who serves the god of courage, it is impossible for me to lie about the oracle. There is only one explanation for the current situation in the war, and that is ...... With all due respect, Lord Baron, it's time for you to train your army. ”

Fossa snorted, his face extremely ugly, but he did not speak. Essien was accusing his men of being incompetent, and the Baron himself had come to this conclusion after thinking about it. But now he is at a loss, and the remaining two knights are not known for their strength, but rely on blood and nepotism, and it is impossible to send them out.

"Lord Fosa, your situation is not very good right now, and I will do my best to ask for help from the Count of Galeon. If you send a messenger now, you'll be in the Count's castle in three days, and we'll have time to catch the invaders. All you have to lose is some money and reputation, which is much better than another incident in Jovan. ”

The baron said coldly, "Even if His Excellency the Earl were able to comply with my request, it would take at least ten days for his army to arrive. What is the temple going to do during this time?"

"I have sent a messenger to the Grand Temple of the Duchy for help. Essien's answer stunned Fossa for a moment. Asking for help from the Grand Temple meant that Esin admitted that he was not equipped to deal with the events in his jurisdiction, and that it would be very difficult to advance or gain more divine favors in the future.

Although he felt that Essien's decision was a little strange, it still made the baron feel a little better. He called in his personal servant, wrote a letter on the spot, and ordered that it must be delivered to the count within three days.