This news simply made Wren's scalp tingle.

Wait, did you knights make a mistake?

Isn't the saint the most pure?

Lao Tzu has already eaten and wiped clean, and you told me this?

No, wait! Is the god of knights actually a goddess?

There was so much information that Wren's brain was a bit fried.

The envoy's eyes widened when he saw Wren, and his face was extremely embarrassed: "Your Excellency, we didn't mean to deceive Your Excellency. The knightly sect chooses saints, and they can not pay attention to chastity, as long as they are not married and childbearing. This involves a secret ...... of our goddess"

The goddess of knights is a god in the form of a mortal.

Before becoming a god, she was obsessed with chivalry, and because she rode a horse for too long, she lost the symbol of chastity without anyone else, and was divorced by her fiancé's family.

In a fit of rage, she simply dedicated herself to the knighthood and made a god with it.

After becoming a god, the last thing she liked was that other beings looked down on her because she was a goddess. Therefore, she deliberately ordered the core believers to blur her gender, so that in all the statues or murals of the church, he was in the form of a knight in strict armor.

Even the chosen Son is a fool of potential enemies.

Whoever likes to kill will be killed, anyway, the Knight Church will not have a single hair to lose.

"Then why did you tell me this secret?"

The envoy complained in his heart: Aren't you afraid of being discovered by your old man and then chasing and killing us?

On the table, the envoy smiled: "Your Excellency Tesla is the most loyal ally of our Knight Sect. We certainly don't deceive our allies. It's just that there are only two of us who are qualified to be knights and saints. Although the Grand Knights swore to secrecy, no one was afraid that it would be safer to leave Miss Tylin with you. ”

At this time, Wren's face sank for a moment, and the extremely terrifying aura of arcane energy flowed out, and the afterglow of this power alone shook the messenger to a tremble, his lips trembled, and he couldn't hold back half a word.

"No matter what happens, I will not allow Margaret to be a saint."

Wren's momentum was slightly restrained, and the messenger had a bitter face: "The one who stays in the church has better qualifications than Miss Tailin." I'm just afraid ......"

"No whatever!" Wren interrupted the messenger in no uncertain terms.

The messenger's legs trembled, and he felt that it was too difficult for him: "I, I will tell the Grand Knight Chief." ”

Seeing that Wren had no other instructions, the messenger ran away.

Wren had a headache.

As a last resort, he summoned Margaret and told him about it.

"Ahh Am I a saint? "The knight maiden is also confused.

What girl doesn't have a spring?

When she was young, she even fantasized about becoming an emissary of the god of knights, serving the god of knights like a bride.

But who would have thought that there was such a possibility that the god of knights would have the probability of possessing her?

That's an exaggeration, isn't it?

"Margaret, if God descends, it won't erase your will, right?"

"What do you think! The god of knights, who himself is in the camp of orderliness and goodness, how could he do this! ”

Wren breathed a sigh of relief, but it always felt weird.

When Margaret made a cameo appearance as the Eater of the Abyss, the goddess of knights descended as a god......

That picture is so beautiful, no, it's brutal!

Just thinking about it for a moment, Wren wanted to die.

The knightly saint is so special that the best way to get Margaret out of her sainthood is to have a baby.

However, the fertility rate of mages in this world is ridiculously low.

Since the mage itself is a walking elemental pool, the chance of being able to give birth to a mage's offspring is only one-tenth of that of an ordinary person, and it requires a companion with a high elemental affinity.

The female knight's physique is certainly not bad, but as for the elemental affinity, then God knows.

"Do you want to get rid of the sainthood completely?"

"If it's for you Wren, I'm willing." The female knight bowed her head shyly.

Wren always had the illusion that he was being tricked.

……

As the time entered late March, as the spring flowers bloomed in the Northland, it was no surprise that the Barbarossa and the orcs came out with dog brains.

Apparently aware that the head-on battle was no more than the Barbarossa with the mage regiment, the orcs continued to attack the new human settlements along the entire front in a small clan manner.

The border between the three provinces of the Far North and the two provinces of Guria is 800 kilometers long, and it is difficult for even the generalissimo Varus, who is a god of arms, to take care of the entire line.

As a result, in the gray area where the border was undetermined, a large number of orc wolf cavalry repeatedly sneaked up, strangled the human horse scouts, and frantically consumed the war potential of the Barbarossas.

In the absence of arrays, the individual quality of the orc wolf cavalry was originally superior to that of the human cavalry, and only the knights could form an advantage over the wolf cavalry.

An unexpected circumstance that makes the battle damage ratio look good.

That is, a large number of human rangers believed in the school of physics, to be precise, in Newton's school of mechanics.

Although a large number of human cavalry did not understand the true meaning of [Newton's Three Laws] at all, this did not prevent them from gnawing word by word, relying on rote memorization, and memorized the three laws.

To outsiders, the god Newton also generously bestowed magic on thousands of people. At least two thousand people have acquired no less than two divine arts.

[Reaction Force] 'Divine Magic' gave them a [Thorn Aura] similar to that of a paladin, and the wolf cavalry dared to slash their maces at the armor on their bodies, and they themselves had to break their arms, plus a few more holes in their bodies.

Sadly, the wolf cavalry could not afford to play a technical job that relied heavily on agility such as mounted archery.

So much so that the wolf cavalry flinched when it met the human ranger scouts.

The blessing of [Light Spirit Technique] directly made these rangers wear a full set of chain mail, and they were stunned to run faster than the light horses without armor.

Not to mention a few guys with [vector] divine skills, they rode directly on a horse, and they came from a distance of thirty meters.

That's a shame.

Throw a throwing knife and go out, only to find that it has pierced through the gap between the breastplate and helmet of the orc wolf cavalry, and has been pierced in the throat with unmistakable precision.

Everyone can be Li Xunhuan and Li Tanhua.

The ranger professionals cried with envy.

These rangers are so awesome that they naturally kill the wolf riders on the other side.

And that's not all.

Even though the nearly 1,000-kilometer front is staggered, when everyone meets, they are surprised to find that the magic given by Newton never pulls their hips.

If you say you can use it, you can use it at any time.

In addition to the limited number of times per day, everyone can't find any fault with Newton.

Isn't this more fragrant than the magic of the Church of Light and the Sect of Knights?

Everyone still worships the god of knights on their lips, and secretly votes with their feet.

Whether the god of knights can receive the power of faith from believers, Wren doesn't know, anyway, he sees that his apples are actually 'going back in time' from the shriveled up, and they are getting more and more rosy day by day.

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ps: There is a manuscript in storage, not much, put a little out. Mainly recently smashed sick and quite annoying. The code words are not fast, and there are many trivial things, so I dare not throw out all the manuscripts.

(End of chapter)