PS: Add more for the first alliance leader of this book [Coral Book Worm]!Beat the gong and drum~~ Although it is a little late to add more, but hurry up and hurry up, it is still written! In short, all kinds of gratitude, before writing this book, Coconut never thought that our book will also have the alliance master, which is generally only the book of the great god! Thank you for letting me fulfill the dream that most street authors have.

Although Lance had only survived in Ferendor for a while, he still had a certain understanding of the mysterious power composition of the entire Kreeland plane.

Beyond the mundane mortals, there are three main mystical power users. The most mainstream and powerful of them are the wizards. Wizards' gathering places can be found in every corner of the Creeland plane, and Ferendor is just one corner of the west coast of the Southern Continent. Legend has it that in the central and northern parts of the country, there are extremely powerful gathering places of wizards, and there are even wizards above level 4 sitting there. Even the most powerful Blue Mountains and Black Gold Castles near the West Coast are only third-level wizards.

It can be said that wizards possess a powerful mystical power, but they disdain or have no time to deal with humans, so they rarely appear in the mortal world.

In addition to wizards, there are two other types of mystical power users who are also considered the mainstream classes of Creelander, namely the Magician and the Warlock. The latter is the rarest, as there are not many bloodline descendants with powerful creatures such as ancient gods or demons, and the former may be even more numerous than the most mainstream wizards.

The reason is very simple, even if it is an ordinary ordinary person. There is no talent - after joining a church of a god or false god, he may be blessed by the gods with at least one divine skill if his faith is religious enough. Even if the vast majority of these people have obtained a relatively low-level [Holy Charm] or [Healing Minor Injuries], they are still enough to obtain the title of [Divine Magician].

Magicians believe in gods, and they will dedicate their lives to developing followers for the gods they believe in. The more believers you develop, the more favors you will receive from the gods. The sorcerers believed that their souls would ascend to the heavens that the gods had built for their worshippers after death - yet the sorcerers scoffed at it.

In the words of a legendary (level 4) wizard many years ago, "Only those brainwashed idiots would believe that a level 6 wizard would have the guts to snatch souls from the monarchs of the realm of the dead." Not to mention the fact that those people have mastered the means to immortalize the soul. ”

In other words, for wizards, the so-called gods are nothing more than fictitious images created by wizards above level 6 in order to strengthen themselves through another means, that is, to collect the beliefs of mortals. According to the information handed down by ancient mages, we can know the way. A fourth-level wizard can be called a [legendary]. A fifth-level wizard can be called a [demigod], and once he reaches the realm of a sixth-level wizard, even if he calls himself a [god], there is nothing wrong with calling himself a [god].

Because the power mastered by those wizards was enough for them to be gods in a universe.

From this point of view. Proud wizards have always been dismissive of magicians. However, it was the first time Lance had encountered a sorcerer. And judging by the swordsmen of light he summoned. This guy's magic shouldn't be very weak.

He was immediately intrigued.

At this moment, a phantom flashed, and Dora broke free from the handcuffs. Appears inside the execution ground.

"I'll give this guy to me!" she said, the dagger in both hands spun in half a circle, and the whole person quickly pounced on the swordsman of light.

"Huh?" said Landry, a look of displeasure.

But before he could speak, Lance jumped up and jumped directly onto the high platform and confronted Officer Lockhart.

Landry was utterly furious: "He's mine!"

"I'm sorry, those knights are yours, you're good at dealing with them!" Lance smiled.

Landry took the little girl's hand and turned away.

A dozen guardian knights in armor gathered nervously.

"Will you kill them?" asked the little girl, blinking her large, burgundy eyes.

Landry laughed, "Kill them, of course not." ”

With a flick of his wrist, a staff appeared in his hand.

The knights had a dazed and frightened look on their faces, and they had an instinctive fear in their hearts for these strange people who had suddenly appeared. They saw with their own eyes that the best swordsman in the temple was silently frozen into an iceman, and they didn't know what to do.

The leading captain gritted his teeth and roared, "Kill them and destroy the heretics!"

"The radiance of the goddess will always bless us!"

Tuk tuk, a dozen horses barely galloped over and rushed towards Landry and Scarlett.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly held their breath. They don't want to miss out on every magical detail.

The knights looked menacing, but for Landry, their movements were a little sluggish. As early as they shouted the slogan, his incantation had already been chanted.

"This is the [Rapid Spellcast] technique, I read in that book, you are wizards, right?" asked Scarlett, her eyes lit up and she asked curiously.

Landry smiled indifferently and tugged at the staff in his hand.

The pale blue frost condensed into a pulsating ice ball, which leaped wildly in mid-air, jumping from the top of one knight's head to the other. Every time the puck hits the knights' heads, it bounces high and lands on the next rider's head with unerring accuracy. The knights who were spotted in the ice ball were all the same as the black-armored swordsman, temporarily frozen into people wearing frost armor.

In the blink of an eye, the small ice ball jumped continuously, and more than a dozen knights, even men and horses, were frozen into ice.

The little girl's eyes widened suddenly, and the onlookers also showed a look of horror.

Landry smirked, "Look, that's why the guy said I'm good at dealing with them." ”

......

On the high platform, Lockhart's head was dripping with sweat.

This time, he was really sweating. It's not acting for the goddess who doesn't know if Lu Dao is paying attention.

The others on the high platform had already rushed to the side in a panic, leaving enough space for the priest and Lance.

Lance glanced inside the execution ground, and unsurprisingly, Landry had already taken care of all the Guardian Knights. His ice spells were best used against mortals, they didn't keep them frozen forever, but they would incapacitate them, and for the next month, they would be in a weaker state. As for the sequelae, some weak guys may keep the pain of arthritis in their old age – but these. It's not within Lance's mercy.

The other side. Dora is having a good time fighting the Swordsman of Light. The guy summoned by Lockhart is not weak, even if Lance confronts him, it will take a while to solve the other party. The speed of the other party is very fast, and ordinary people can't keep up at all.

"Mr. Lockhart. Look at your expression. I don't seem to be very optimistic about my own strength. Lance took a step forward.

The old man looked wary and asked, "Who are you?"

"Outsiders. Sorcerer. Lance said succinctly: "The last identity...... Whoever kills you. ”

With that, he raised his hand. A fireball came out of his hand.

Lockhart snorted coldly, and the canon in his hand shone even brighter.

A thin shroud of light shrouded his body.

The fireball hits the reticle. The latter shuddered slightly, and quickly calmed down.

"The second magic is gone. Lance smiled slightly: "I heard that ordinary magicians can only use three magic techniques in a day. Unless you believe in a god who is particularly powerful, you will be able to obtain more than three divine arts—but according to my observations, the so-called Moonqin Goddess is not a particularly powerful god, otherwise she will not have bothered to find this lost half-plane to propagate her teachings. ”

"Foolish spellcaster!" Lockhart pointed at Lance and chanted in a loud voice, "In the name of Her Highness the Goddess, I will purify you and other demons!"

Above the canon, a blade of light emerged. Seven rays of white light fell from the sky and hit Lance's body.

There was a burning sensation on Lance's skin, and the exposed skin began to sizzle, and it was baked red by the huge heat.

"This magic stick is finally crooked and right, Lao Tzu is really an evil demon. ”

Lance secretly complained in his heart, and before the blade of light was activated, his figure disappeared in place!

"Hmph! Want to avoid the judgment of the goddess? It's a fantasy! The Holy Light has the ability to track automatically......"

Lockhart's triumphant voice went from high to low and eventually became silent.

Because he was stunned to see that Lance's speed was incomparably fast, and the seven holy rays that could have automatically tracked the target were actually his speed at all!

"What a terrible speed!" When the thought came to his mind, Lance was already behind him!

The Light immediately struck.

Lockhart's heart jumped, and in the afterglow, countless small orange dots of light flashed.

Then there was a faint beep, and the thin mask of light wailed, and it immediately burst under the penetration of the magic flying needle.

In the next second, the orange light was all over the place, and the old priest stared at his eyes, and drops of blood oozed from his skin.

The canon in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and the light and blade dissipated into the air.

"Goddess, will punish...... Your ......"

Lockhart straightened up and finished speaking, and finally collapsed, swallowing in the blink of an eye.

"It's commonplace, no wonder wizards look down on magicians. Lance put away the flying needle, thinking to himself.

On the huge Tros Square, there was a sudden silence.

Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief, Lockhart was the highest-ranking priest of the Yueqin Temple in the White City, and in the entire White City, except for the old city lord, his position could not be shaken. Even in recent years, many people have been dissatisfied with Lockhart and the Temple's actions, but they do not dare to confront him head-on.

The reason is simple, Lockhart has the magic of the Temple of the Moon Qin in his hands, and there are powerful guardian knights around him. Even the city lord's guards didn't dare to face him who mastered divine arts.

However, such a powerful guy in the White City actually died so easily in the hands of that young man.

This gives everyone a particularly ridiculous sense of unreality.

The fanatical religious activists fell into a dead silence, and Lance stood on the high platform, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

After a long time, he said slowly, "Baicheng doesn't need a temple. ”

There was silence in the crowd, and no one dared to respond to his words.

At this moment, an old voice sounded: "Well said. ”

"White City doesn't need a temple. ”

"It's time to put an end to the days when the people of the White City lived in the shadow of the Temple. (To be continued......)