The second floor of the tavern.

Violea and Sister Scarlet sit facing each other in their room, and between the two of them, a simple mass of prayer to the Scarlet Moon is arranged, with moonstones and flowers of their own meaning placed on the four corners, a crude ritual that usually does not attract the attention of the true God, but it depends on the situation.

"What are you going to do?" Violea was puzzled.

"You are a god, I am a nun who serves, isn't it natural to have the time to hold a prayer to my god?" Sister Scarlet asked rhetorically.

Violea has a hard time speaking, it is true, last October, she inexplicably received the gift of the true god, the only god can almost be regarded as the agent of the god in the world, double the secret art position, powerful strange ability resistance, language literacy and many other abilities can turn ordinary people into real geniuses.

"The sparkle of the endless canopy.

Nourish the Scarlet Lord of the world.

The supreme being of weirdness, hunting, and magic.

Lowly believers long for you to lower your gaze. ”

As the words fell, Violea felt an indescribable horror, a great will descended, and her thoughts came to an abrupt halt, all miracles must have a price, and from the moment she received the grace of God, her body and soul no longer belonged to her true spirit.

After a while, "Violeia" opened his eyes, because he was not a suitable god descending body, he could not appear as a saint, and of course he could not talk about strength, but it did not take too much time to clarify the structure of his body, transform the secret art into a knight, and easily break through the silver level, and this was still when the world canopy and the old wilderness blocked most of the power.

The Scarlet Nun bowed her head reverently.

"In the future, you will be Valea, and Dawn has agreed to replace the royal family that cares for you, and you will be the precursor of the king, away from secrecy."

"Obey the oracle."

Violea reached out and put her hand around the Scarlet Nun's shoulder, and her flesh and soul suddenly turned into a strange liquid that fused with each other.

Sister Scarlet Valea was born, and her appearance was exactly the same as when she was a princess, but her original soul had already turned into dust under the great "mass".

"My god does not like the concept of mysteries, and hates secrets." Velea fell into a deep groan, "Violeia" means "beautiful elf favored by mysteries", the king obviously had great expectations after the princess was born and checked the secret magician talent, but now [Scarlet Moon] forcibly reversed the path and shaped the Moon Knight, unabashedly showing the opposite, because of the conversation with [Scarlet Moon] she could not hear clearly, and the purpose was only at the stage of speculation.

"That may be the Son of God."

Under the premise that the true God cannot come to the world, and even the posture of the saint is not allowed by the world to stay for a long time, this is a more reliable judgment.

Scarlet Sister Velea got up and looked at herself in front of the mirror, the royal princess, the silver knight, and the god family, the three identities are all things that countless people dream of, coupled with her exquisite beauty, she inexplicably reminded her of the eye-catching diplomats in the social arena, the only pity is that her outstanding figure has not been inherited.

"Gotta find that one first."

……

"Found it."

At the top of a three-story building on the battlefield in the Central District, Jiang Yuan pulled the bolt of the Force sniper rifle, and a simple burst bomb was loaded, and the red knight controlled the flames, and the raw materials were used and obtained.

Through the long-range scope of the Artisan Matrix, a middle-aged man of the Bloodclan with elegant manners is slaughtering the invitees of the Navy on the streets two blocks away, and the leader "Megaship" leaves alone for unknown reasons, leaving behind the squad without its greatest reliance.

The middle-aged man of the blood clan walked through the crowd unscrupulously, and each slash could bring up clusters of blood flowers, and the tail of the long sword in his hand grew thorns, constantly drawing the blood in the host's body, and the sword of thorns was a secret treasure like the pale daughter, and the treasures precipitated in history were naturally not rare in the land of the old era.

The lieutenant colonel launched an attack, and the strength of the knight's peak burst out, he was the deputy of the "giant ship", and when the captain was unable to give orders, he had the power to supervise his subordinates.

The thorns contracted violently, blood gushed out from his palms, and the middle-aged man of the blood clan laughed happily, and the lieutenant colonel was slashed from the middle with his weapon.

Just as the battle was about to end, a bullet quietly struck, and the middle-aged man of the blood clan instinctively turned his head, and the flesh on the edge of his neck suddenly exploded, and just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, an unexpected explosion rose, and the flames and impact left tearing marks on the ground.

At the top of the third floor, the black wings spread, and a figure fell like a meteor into the street, in the thick smoke and dust, Jiang Yuan suddenly rushed out, the field rose, and the effect of sevenfold acceleration was extremely prominent, and every time he stepped on the ground, there were visible air flow ripples scattered.

The middle-aged man of the blood clan hurriedly raised his hand, and the thorns frantically sucked blood, and the sharpness of the sword body was even higher.

A gap appeared on the edge of the guardian knight's sword, Jiang Yuan turned around and swept, the black arc was pervasive, and the accumulation of time allowed him to play black flashes anytime and anywhere, and the third knight talent: the undercurrent was also running violently, ten cycles in an instant, with great force and flow attacks, and released it with all his strength at the peak.

The middle-aged face of the blood clan changed greatly, it was almost like a silver level attack, he could only hold the sword with both hands to resist, his balance was easily broken, and the whole person's body moved backwards and sideways, crashing straight into the house on the side of the road.

The river erupted again, and after a moment of respite, the houses collapsed, and the adjacent houses were reduced to ruins, until the enemy appeared at the corner of the intersection, and half of the street was covered with dust.

The middle-aged man of the blood clan got up from the deep pit with a hideous expression, a large amount of blood flowed out of the wound, and five knights quickly arrived from all over the place.

"Don't blame me for leaving no stone unturned."

In Equilibrium City, there is very little distinction between life and death between opponents of the same level, and even being injured is an unreasonable result of a battle.

"Yes."

Jiang Yuan held his sword, a quaint castle appeared behind him, and the area occupied the entire intersection, at the same time, the sapphire necklace on the front of his neck flashed fluorescent, and the misty land unfolded to cover the battle situation, and the blood earl, the silver spider demon, the duke knight, the royal knight, the dream man Green, and the five silver-level creatures walked out together.

The middle-aged man of the blood clan was stunned for a few seconds, and looked at the entire team of peers in front of him incredulously, generally speaking, considering the promotion situation, most of the bloodlines of the blood clan are lower than themselves, and once the quota is given, it cannot be recovered, which is equivalent to consumables, which restricts the replacement in the later stage, under normal circumstances, it is already a great thing for the earl-level blood clan to successfully control the silver with two new places.

The amount in front of him means that the other party either passes the knight level by choosing to idle core abilities just by speed, or kills the silver level indiscriminately at the knight level, both of which may represent the same result - this guy is terribly strong.

The middle-aged man of the blood clan turned around and ran, frantically rushing towards the wall of fog.

(End of chapter)