"Uh......? ”

Wu Ge was very embarrassed. After he cultivated immortals, although he had read a lot of books under the guidance of Master Qingyun, they were basically about cultivation, Chinese history and philosophy, and Western history had not yet had time to deal with it.

"Then why are you talking to me about the Templars, since they're all gone?"

He retorted.

"The Templars are gone, but their influence remains. Richardson was still a little angry. "For example, I am a descendant of the Templars, and the magic I practice is passed down from my ancestors. ”

"Oh. Wu Ge said.

It turned out that he wanted to put the score in front of me first...... Can I still be intimidated by a bunch of dead people?

"The most important reason why I want to talk to you about these things is that I have brought with me today an artifact left by my ancestors. We're having a fair fight today, so I'm going to let you know first. ”

As he spoke, Richardson pulled out the cross from behind his back and showed it to Wu Ge.

What kind of artifact, isn't it a magic weapon?

However, although he was quite unimpressed with the name "artifact", after carefully looking at this magic weapon, Wu Ge was still a little secretly surprised.

This was probably the highest level magic weapon he had ever seen. Although he has little experience and has not seen many magic weapons, this magic weapon depicts many formations and essences that he has never seen before. What's more, there are so many aura stones inlaid on it, and the strength of the aura alone is extraordinary.

Richardson claimed that the statement in advance and the magic weapon was for the "justice" of the battle, in this case. Wu Ge should have also shown his magic weapon. However, compared with this colorful and luxurious cross, Wu Ge's "magic weapon" ......

He decided not to take it out.

"So. You've seen this artifact handed down by the Templars. Richardson said with a smile on his face, "I can tell you for sure that this artifact is my greatest reliance. Do you agree with me using this artifact in the next battle?"

If you want to use me, can you stop me?" Wu Ge muttered.

This sounds a bit provocative, am I afraid that you will use this "artifact"?" Wu Ge thought to himself. Besides, he had also heard from his masters that Western wizards were too focused on external objects, and they were almost useless without them. Don't you want to have a chance to try? Naturally, the other party should be allowed to use all their abilities.

So, he nodded slightly.

"So, shall we get started?"

Richardson said inquiringly.

"Okay. Begin. ”

Wu Ge said coldly.

The ploy succeeded, and Richardson became a little nervous. He licked his dry lips and held up the cross with a slight tremble.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, we slay demons. He straightened his back. In a solemn tone. Word by word. "The Light shines on the Templars. The Lord's Radiance ......"

"Stop!"

Wu Ge shouted.

"Full of kindness...... Huh?"

Wu Ge was furious.

"What do you mean?" he accused. "But that's it...... Well, do you have to pray first? Did you know that for practitioners, time ......?"

Richardson jumped too.

"Who prayed?" he shot back angrily. "I'm chanting a mantra...... You have to chant a spell to use this artifact, you know?"

“…… Spells?"

Wu Ge was a little confused for a moment.

"That'...... How long is this mantra of yours, and how long do you have to recite it?"

He asked tentatively.

"Well, about five minutes. ”

Richardson looked embarrassed.

"Five minutes?!"

Wu Ge exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yes. You must know that artifacts are very powerful...... Uh, so the spell has to be complex and subtle as well. ”

Richardson muttered under his breath.

Wu Ge finally understood why Richardson was so polite to him at first, and actually consulted him before using the "artifact...... It would take five minutes to activate a magic weapon? If he didn't want to. Richardson really can't use it!

The so-called "powerful spells of artifacts must also be complex and exquisite", Wu Ge did not believe it at all. Richardson's spell is clearly a spell that opens the magic weapon. That is, just a password. Why is the password so complicated? Is it because I am afraid that the password is simple, and once the magic weapon falls into the hands of outsiders, it will be used by others?

It won't take five minutes!

On the other hand, Richardson himself began to have some doubts. The mantra was passed down by word of mouth in their family, and it was required to be recited in a dignified, word-by-word manner, strictly in French, and with an authentic Parisian accent. As a child, he learned the spell under his father's tutelage and felt only impassioned and impassioned, but now he ...... Why did my own ancestor set such a long spell on an artifact?

Could it be that the legend of the family ...... Is it just a legend that is actually fake?

Wu Ge's face was rather ugly. On the one hand, it was because he had to endure the "five minutes" spell, and on the other hand, because he realized that he had just fallen for Richardson.

"Okay, then you can keep reading. He said.

What else?

Richardson composed, trembling again and holding up the cross.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, we slay demons. The Light Shines on the Templars......"

Wu Ge spun in place.

Five minutes......?

Richardson was also a little uneasy, in part because he was now a little less confident in his ancestral artifact. The second reason was that he was worried that Wu Ge would not be able to bear it anymore and interrupt the process of his incantation again.

This fear grew stronger as the spell drew to a close.

……

Finally, Richardson recited the incantation to the last word. With the relief of a boulder in his heart after it landed, and with the joy of finally seeing the dawn after hard work, he read in a drunken tone:

“…… God's will. [Note 1]

The change in Richardson's tone immediately caught Wu Ge's attention, making him realize that the "first stinking and long spell in history" was finally over. Sure enough, after Richardson spat out the last word, the light of the cross flowed and shone brightly, and a pale yellow light emanated from the cross, enveloping Richardson in the middle. Afterwards......

Nothing happened after that.

"Damn. ”

After opening the talisman charm, Wu Gezu waited for a minute before finally deciding that he had been working hard for five minutes, and all he was waiting for was a magic version of a flashlight.

Annoyed, Wu Ge pulled out his wrench and threw it at Richardson. He knew that his wrench would play no real role in the battle, and his only purpose in doing so was to declare to the other side:

What kind of broken "artifact" are you? Not even as good as my wrench!

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[Note 1] God's will: This was a common slogan used by the Templars in their battles. (To be continued......)