No King’s Law

Author: Microleaf Wutong

No King’s Law

A chaotic auditorium, a battlefield with clear distinctions.

Amidst the shouts of killing that shook the sky, both the Paladins who belonged to the Holy Religion Union and the terrorists who had been abandoned by the Blood God Sect were all red-eyed. In this battle, I am among you, and you are among me.

Everything was staked in the strangulation, but in the 'one-on-one' on the other side, despite having a complex field that was infinitely close to the complete body, Tychus, who was still weak in strength, fell into passivity after all, and was shot without mercy.

Sirius had the absolute advantage and upper hand.

This is not a very surprising thing. It is true that Tychus Folsom's fashion value is very high, and his fashion value in some field is even higher, but this still does not change Sirius's ability to use it throughout the whole process.

Crush and beat, press the facts of the beating.

Unlike Yi Zuo and Lian, who have reached the realm but have no real background, Sirius is not the kind of person who can let positive characters play casually as a mature epic powerhouse.

The villain who turned the tables was instead a chasm that made Tychus feel more and more heartbroken.

I can't beat you, I really can't beat you, you absolutely can't beat me!

The talented young knight waved his sword vigorously, using all his strength to activate the power that was far from being fully controlled by him, desperately resisting the ubiquitous and pervasive blood flying in the sky. Although there was [Heart of Gold] to help him bear the pressure,

But the more this happens, the greater the load on him, whose body has almost been turned into a power transfer station by the 'sacred weapon', almost to the point where he has to exert all his strength just to stand firm.

As for fighting back... It's a pity that Sirius's fighting experience is too rich, so he didn't leave any loopholes for Tychus from the beginning. As soon as the battle officially started, he used a very oppressive weapon.

, the dense and nerve-wracking offensive pinned down Tychus.

His half-step epic power poses no threat to Sirius at all.

His immature field will only lead to death as long as he doesn't stick to it with all his strength.

Tychus is not unsatisfactory. After all, if there were other people with the same strength as the half-step epic here, even if there were ten or twenty people and each one had a [Heart of Gold], I am afraid they would only be underestimated by Sirius.

Kill him on the spot.

Only he can survive such a disparity in hard power between the two sides until now, and even have the energy to wait and see what's going on around him.

The results of the observations are quite gratifying.

Well, that's gratifying.

Is it comforting?

"careful!"

Suddenly realizing that the shadows in the auditorium were a little unnatural, Tychus took action decisively after roaring, and without thinking, he slashed out a condensed lead-gray sword shadow, slashing a figure who had his hands on Kevin's shoulders several meters away.

Far away, he was immediately hit by the blood pillar blasted by Sirius. He grunted and flew out, hitting the gray stone wall of the auditorium heavily, spurting out a large mouthful of blood.

Kevin, who was saved by Tychus at a huge risk and whose reaction was not too slow, immediately turned around and saw a thin bald orc wearing a gray robe walking toward him with a grin.

And the pale harp cross on his chest was burning with a pale green flame.

"Pastor of the Melody Sect..."

Kevin stared intently at the cross on the opponent's chest, or the blazing green flame that was burning on the cross with an extremely weird texture: "Why can you use this evil power!?"

Putting aside the twisted and pale face of the other party, the evil energy obviously shocked Kevin greatly. You must know that although the relationship between the Holy Religion Union and the Mages Guild is okay on the surface, even in the inner ring area

There is also a regular communication array directly connected to the 'City of Miracles' in the Nine Gods Chapel, but in fact, the relationship between clergy and spellcasters has been extremely rigid since ancient times, and no one looks down on the other.

For example, the Mages Guild all over the Innocence Continent does not have a branch within the sanctuary, while the Adventurers Guild, the Gold Coin Merchant Guild, the Steam Consortium, the Archaeologists Association, the Alchemist Association, and the Wanderer Hotel are all neutral organizations...

Even the Thieves Guild has a large number of industries in the joint control area of ​​​​the Holy Religion with the City of Light as the core.

For another example, although people from all walks of life may be believers of a certain god, no mage has ever sincerely believed in any god, not even at the level of a shallow believer.

So the question is, be it the Mage Guild or the City of Miracles behind the Mage Guild, can they represent other occult practitioners? For example, summoners who have a close relationship with other dimensions, such as those who work with evil energy, demons and negative energy.

Warlocks, such as druids who can transform into bears, and shamans who can command the power of nature.

The answer is, on a religious level only - yes.

To put it simply, with the exception of the clergymen with a strong foundation, it is impossible for the occult professionals headed by mages to believe in any righteous god. On the contrary, evil gods may occasionally be able to work with fallen shamans, druids,

Beings such as necromancers or warlocks may be involved, but it is absolutely impossible to be a true god.

[Sage of Illusion Sea] Ibiru Eric, who served as the third seat of the Council of Truth in the City of Miracles two centuries ago, once said this in a private gathering——

"Some people believe in the so-called gods because they need strength, support or support. Although the gods will not give bread to hungry believers, they will give grace to a few qualified people, and the latter will become strong with those graces.

, rich, numerous and powerful.

At that time, one or two pieces of bread will naturally be nothing to the recipients, and then they will distribute these breads to the hungry people who are ignored by God, and tell them that these breads are God's grace. In this way

, those who receive the bread also become believers.

I think there is nothing wrong with this. After all, this is a three-win deal where someone gets grace, someone gets bread, and God gets believers. No one is harmed in the process.

However, I don’t think I will believe in any god. After all, I don’t lack bread and I don’t need grace. Rather than singing praises to some great existence and reducing myself to a servant, I would rather give everything I have to a servant.

Dedicate it to my granddaughter, daughter, son-in-law or myself instead of choosing to kneel before the statue and dedicate myself to even nominal loyalty.

God may be able to give me strength, but the problem is, I don't need it.

Please don’t get me wrong. Old Ibiru is not actually against the gods. In fact, many of my close personal friends are believers. His Majesty Shan De from the Knowledge Sect is my confidant. In the final analysis, I am just enough.

It's just that I am satisfied with the path I am currently on and have an arrogant sense of superiority.

It’s not a big deal. His Majesty Shan De is also a proud man. He would even sympathize with me, a poor person who has written more than 700 first-level papers in thirty years, and think that he can get three of my three with just one prayer.

Feeling proud of Yue's experimental results.

In the final analysis, we are all paranoid. Every mage and every cleric is paranoid, so after we have decided on our own path, it is impossible to embark on another path that goes against our principles, because

There are fundamental differences in the way the two perceive the world.

Haha... I occasionally wonder, if it was my grandfather's holy book that I opened in the study that day, would I be Archbishop Ibiru or something like that now? But there is no such thing in this world, so that person on a cold rainy night

The boy who read through his father's entry-level magic book evoked a spark, allowing him to survive that winter. Apart from knowledge... he believed in no one, only knowledge and truth."

After saying this, the old man casually changed the topic and talked to the old friends around him about whether the ice element in Callister's inequality can be used as a variable. It was the most popular topic in the City of Miracles back then.

, attracts far more attention than those topics about gods and ghosts.

However, ten years later, when Ibiru closed his eyes contentedly by the fireplace and passed away surrounded by relatives and friends, the "Excerpts from Master Ibiru's Quotations" published by his apprentice Lightspeed became popular because of the above speech, and Ibiru

Luna's speech that night also became one of the standard answers for later generations to explain the incompatibility between clergy and other spellcasters, and was called the "hard-core truth theory."

All in all, in the eyes of the world, although clerics and other spellcasters can be friends, they cannot understand each other, let alone communicate with each other. Things like the use of magic by priests are simply nonsense and bragging in the eyes of others.

However... the bald orc with evil energy burning on the cross pendant on his chest appeared in front of Kevin at this moment, completely subverting Kevin's understanding.

Although he is theoretically a much more open-minded player with unparalleled receptiveness, Kevin still doesn't understand why a cleric can use "evil power", a power that has nothing to do with any god.

"Ha, is that weird?"

The skinny bald orc laughed ferociously, baring his two rows of yellow teeth and slowly walked towards Kevin. His original pair of dark brown turbid eyes had somehow turned into a dark green, and he was acting like a maniac, shouting at the top of his lungs: "It's very...

Is it weird? Is it weird? Is it weird? Is it weird? Is it weird?!?!?!?”

The next moment, a dazzling dark purple flash appeared out of thin air, approaching within five meters in front of Kevin. The figure of the orc, whose eyes had been completely assimilated by evil energy into a dark green color, was shocked. There was actually an extra one from his left shoulder on his body.

Extending to the back of the waist, there were wild and exaggerated slashes.

The half-dragon man, flapping the exaggeratedly large wings on his back and holding a battle ax in each hand, said to Kevin without looking back: "Leave it to me here."

"Ah, but I..."

"Don't be pretentious, I know you have been thinking about how to kill me."

"you are vicious."

Unable to keep pretending, Kevin twitched his lips and without looking back, he went to the other side to have a passionate fight with the Blood God believers who had just been maimed by Mo Tan.

Mo Tan, on the other hand, was stunned for a moment after taking a look at the opponent's cloak, which was broken but embroidered with the emblem of the United Holy Church, and frowned: "Are you from the Inquisition?"

"Is it weird? Is it weird?"

However, the other party just repeated this question as if in a babble, while tremblingly taking out a delicate, but dirty and old-looking harp from his cuffs, and used his harp to burn evil spirits without knowing when.

Neng Huo's skinny right hand fiddled with it.

————!?

Along with a soundless but extremely 'harsh' heat brushing past Mo Tan's ears, his health dropped by nearly 10% in an instant!

"Well!"

Shaking his head vigorously to dispel the dizziness caused by the mental damage, sonic damage, evil energy damage and magical damage in his mind, Mo Tan switched the [Dawn] in his hand to the sword form without thinking, and raised his hand with a sharp [Arc Moon]

Flash】Swipe towards the opponent.

——?!

【phantom!?】

Seeing the orc priest in front of him being chopped into two pieces, Mo Tan, who couldn't get any feedback from the touch, had a look on his face. He immediately flapped his wings and jumped up, warily overlooking the chaotic battlefield below, thinking desperately.

Find a sense of inconsistency in it.
To be continued...