"Master Ian once said that the more delicate something is, the more fragile it is, the more high-end and foreign-looking it looks, the more vulnerable it is——"
Iofita raised her index finger and awkwardly shook it like Ivan did -
"A rustic is not a rustic, but his combat power is five."
As soon as Iofita finished speaking, a faint sigh was heard coming from outside the nearly collapsed courtyard door.
"Iofeta, that sentence... is not used in this way..."
Hearing this voice, the expressions of everyone present changed. However, Alans and others showed shock, while Iofita lightly curled her lips: "Master Ian..."
"Yeah, it's me." Stepping on the gravel on the ground, Yi Wenyan responded lightly and slowly walked out of the shadows. Although he looked dusty and a little embarrassed, it was almost miraculous.
The ground was unscathed, "I'm back."
With a heartfelt smile on her face, Iofetta, covered in blood and stains, clasped her hands in front of her abdomen and bent slightly: "Welcome back, Master Ian."
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"The Mages' Guild...the Corolla Nobles...the Imperial Elector...the Emperor...the Church..."
Andrewson laughed wildly and revealed the terrifying possibility——
"You guy! You want to overthrow the entire empire!"
Yi Wenyan narrowed his eyes slightly. He had never told anyone else about his thoughts. After so many years of execution in Nanling and being as close as the Black Knight or Feldnan, he did not expect that he would have such great ambitions.
Unexpectedly, at this time, a fanatic priest said so.
"Your Majesty the Bishop has always thought that your Silver Rose family's large-scale research and development of firearms and new artillery is just an alternative plan for airships, golems and magic cannons."
After looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, Andreessen slowly lowered his head. The ferocious smile on his face did not stop, but he could feel that the murderous intention in his body was somewhat restrained, as if he wanted to have a good talk.
Shocked by the sniper cannon and Andrewson's words, Vincent and others did not continue the siege for a while, but stood between the priest and Ivan.
"You are indeed an unparalleled genius." Andrewson praised Yiwen without hesitation. "Both the Imperial Capital and the Holy City thought that the New Model Army in Nanling was just something Feldnan let you toy with.
Toy, but you designed a whole new military system and tactics for this toy-like New Model Army, and even relied on these 30,000 new troops to defeat an opponent that 300,000 imperial soldiers had not been able to defeat for 70 years.
"
"But even so, there are still many people inside and outside the Holy City who think that you only achieved this by relying on the accumulation of the Silver Rose family over the past century, the former imperial soldiers, and the recent election of Silver Rose officials.
All this."
"However, the Archbishop believes that your talents are far beyond this level."
Yi Wenyan listened quietly to Andrewson's narration. He was very interested in how the big people far away from Nanling evaluated him. Since time traveling, he has not deliberately been flamboyant, but he has not deliberately restrained himself. If he knew those
How a big shot views himself will give him a more secure grasp of the overall situation of the entire empire.
If the person in front of him was not a neurotic fanatic like Andrewson, he probably wouldn't be able to get this information, right?
But speaking of it, who is this archbishop? Since he can command such a high-ranking inquisitor as Andrewson, is he one of the thirteen Archbishops of the Cross?
Or...could it be...that [hermit]?!
While Ivan was deep in thought, Andreessen continued.
"But at first, I felt that the Archbishop's idea was a bit too worrying." Andrewson's eyes were fixed on Yi Wenyan, but he continued to smile, "However, I didn't expect that after coming to Nanling,
I just realized that I seemed to be the one who thought too simplistically."
As Andrewson said these words, his expression became more and more excited, and his inhuman and fanatical killing intent began to boil over again, ready to move.
"Just now, you gave me another surprise. This surprise was so big, I dare say, it even far exceeded the Archbishop's original expectations for you!"
Andrewson suddenly stretched out his finger and pointed at Ivan. His sudden movement made the Black Knight think it was an attack, and there was a sudden commotion.
But it seemed that he was simply pointing at Ivan.
"You are indeed the church's biggest enemy in the past hundred years!"
Looking at him, Yiwen Ian was thinking quickly.
The snipers of the White Crow detachment must have aimed at Andreessen, but from the performance of the priest just now, Yiwen Ian has confirmed that Andreessen is a real combat priest, a true mid-level double powerhouse, with rich practical experience, far from
A pure academic magician like Knetin, or a fallen paladin like Miles who just died can be compared.
After all, Miles has fallen. Apart from the Holy Sword Technique, which is basically a technique that simply concentrates the holy power and launches it, there are almost no divine arts that he can use.
But Andrewson is not like that. From his perspective at this time, he can see the position of the sniper - because this is the first actual combat of the White Crow detachment, so considering many factors, Yiwen Ian
It didn't let the white crow get too far away.
But now it seems that this arrangement seems a bit careless. This distance is still within the observation range of the high-level priest's eagle eye. Andrewson may not be able to dodge the fired shells, but Yiwen Ian is not sure.
He couldn't notice the sniper's movements - you know, even if Yi Wenyan relied on his magic to sense the subtle movements of a person 200 meters away, it was just a question of whether he thought about it or not.
And if Andreessen enters combat speed, it will be more difficult to hit him.
After weighing it carefully, Yi Wenyan sighed and raised his head to look at Andrewson.
"I never thought about enemies of the church or anything like that."
Evan Ian looked at Andrewson lightly.
"Although your church has been persecuting my Silver Rose family because of my bloodline, from my perspective, I have never wanted to be your church's enemy."
"Nanling has never prohibited believers from practicing religion, nor has it hindered church clergy from coming in and out, preaching or building churches. However, your church has repeatedly insulted our Silver Rose family as heretics, persecuted and assassinated us.
He even doesn’t hesitate to involve other innocent civilians in the battle——"
"Father, I want to ask you, are these the gods you believe in and the justice you believe in?"
Yi Wenyan said calmly. He put his hands behind his back and made a gentle gesture.
During the training with the White Crow Unit, there were various instructions for firing orders, including firing red tracer bullets, and making specific hand gestures was also a type of order.
When he made the first gesture with his hand behind his back, the observer who had been paying attention to Yi Wenyan through the telescope immediately informed the sniper around him of the situation, and the sniper then entered shooting mode.
All Yiwen needs to do is make another gesture to confirm, and the sniper will immediately pull the trigger.
Compared with tracer bullets, this command method is undoubtedly more concealed. If Andreessen was deceived by the impression of tracer bullets, then he would probably be killed instantly without even realizing it.
However, Andreessen's answer made Ivan's fingers, which had begun to change, freeze instantly.
"Is it justice..." Andrewson looked at Yiwen Ian, his nervous smile did not change, but his eyes changed slightly, "As Sunna judges, we can pray, but we cannot show mercy."
"Yiwen Ian, you don't understand the church, you don't understand the gods, you are just like those millions of ordinary people, standing in the water, looking at flowers in the mist, you can never see through the truth of the world, nor can you know the church
The true meaning of existence with the gods.”
"What did you say?" Yiwen Ian frowned, "What do you mean?"
Andrewson seemed to be talking to Ivan, but also seemed to be talking to himself——
"Listen carefully, I will only say it once."
"It is not the gods who protect mankind. On the contrary, it is precisely because of our church that the gods exist."
Andrewson turned around slowly.
"It seems I can't kill you today. See you next time."
"...You..." Yi Wenyan was stunned. Looking at Andrewson's back, he suddenly reacted.
"What do you mean!?"
The holy wind howled, wrapping around Andreessen's body, his robes were like wings, and the priest in black robes had already leaped high.
"One day, you will know..."
With a faint echo, Andreessen disappeared into the night.
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The third floor of the Duke's Palace.
Seemingly indifferent to the commotion outside the window, Feldnan sat behind his desk and quietly flipped through the newspaper in his hand.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Your Majesty, can I come in?"
Feldnan frowned: "Georg? Come in."
Fernandan remembers the name of every knight of the Black Rose. He knows the names of those who sacrificed their lives and those who retired.
Looking at the black knight who opened the door and walked quietly towards him, Fernandan put down the newspaper in his hand: "Didn't I ask you to guard Yiwen's precious little bumps? Why are you back? Is everything okay outside?
?”
"Your Majesty the Duke..." Georg raised his head and looked at Feldnan, his eye circles glowing unnaturally red: "Mr. Father, let me kill you."
Fernandan looked at the black knight who slowly raised his sword and frowned——
"Magic Eyes..." Looking at Georg's unnatural eye color, Feldnan already understood something, "In this way, Ed and Dylan also..."
With a "bang", the window on the third floor of the study was broken, and two other black knights had jumped in.
Surrounded by three former subordinates, Feldnan slowly stood up.
"I see, is this the reason why you dare to attack the Duke's Mansion with confidence..."
"Although I may be a little sorry to say it, the facts are beyond my ability to argue with."
Following the gentle voice of a man who seemed to be confused about the situation, the silver-haired priest clumsily climbed up on the window frame.
"The three great knights of the first level of truth may not be anything to the Duke, but they are your subordinates and close comrades who fight side by side. So, can you still give them orders simply and neatly as you would the enemy?"
Where is the killer?"
"Don't you think so? Mrs. Sherrill?"
Abel knelt down on one knee, as if inviting a noble lady to step out of the carriage, and let Cheryl step in through the window.
It would have been even more perfect if Sherrill hadn't held a pair of long daggers with cold light in her hands.