The nobles looked at Banetta who was nailed to the ground like dried salted fish, their eyes full of sympathy. Although his rare talent was unique, he could have turned the tide of the war, but unfortunately he met a man with divine revenge.
Paladin.
"Why, why?"
Banetta was vomiting blood and his face was dull. Even though Downton was close at hand, he no longer had the strength to kill him.
After the golden dragon spear hit Banetta, it shattered into spots of light and dissipated like fireflies by the stream in summer.
Downton's rank is too low, which greatly reduces the power of Holy Vengeance. Otherwise, this blow could kill Barnetta.
"Brother is hiding so well!" Hutao was startled, and then he waved the flag happily, and the barbarian next to him nodded in agreement.
"I am Di Polo, is this okay?" Jackson felt that Downton might be the face of the goddess of luck, and he actually had an epiphany before the battle.
As Downton's demon servant, it knows exactly how many trump cards its master has.
Epiphany is something that can be encountered but cannot be sought. It is like a wonderful poem accidentally found by a skillful hand. It is a gift from the gods to believers. Some clergymen may not get this opportunity until they die of old age.
"Is it an epiphany? Or did the ray of divinity in the blood play a role at the moment of death?" Homer didn't expect that Downton would have an epiphany of the second divine spell so quickly, and he was still at the level of a bishop, so he was a little dumbfounded for a moment.
, it seems that the life experience of the owner this time is not simple.
Downton himself was confused. After escaping certain death, he knew that he must kill Barnetta and not let him launch a counterattack, otherwise he would definitely die. However, he had just activated the sacred armor and was ready to fight with all his strength.
Knock, his brain felt as if a giant dragon had stepped hard on it. Immediately, some indescribable mantras poured into his mind, giving him a splitting headache.
When the pain disappeared, Downton came to his senses and saw Barnetta pinned to the ground by the dragon spear, vomiting blood, and struggling to get up.
Although he didn't understand what happened, Downton wouldn't let go of this golden opportunity. He rushed forward and slashed at Barnetta with his saber.
He really wanted to use the giant martial arts, but the holy revenge just now consumed all his remaining magic energy in one shot.
However, the battle was no longer suspense. The seriously injured Barnetta had no strength to resist. After the tomahawk was deflected by the saber, he could only watch helplessly as it fell towards his neck.
With a click, Barnetta's head rolled off. Because of the previous blood loss, no blood spurts came out this time.
The nobles discussed excitedly and gave warm applause to this wonderful game and to Downton.
Downton held the knife in one hand and leaned on the ground. The other hand reached into the combat bag on his waist and took out a quick-acting magic potion. He poured it into his mouth.
When the taste of juice filled the taste buds, Downton's magic energy was rapidly replenished. Then a few seconds later, he chanted a spell and released the divine wind.
As a handful of white holy light fell, a platinum-gold halo appeared above Downton's head, and then a gentle breeze blew down. After touching the wound, the bleeding was visibly stopped and he recovered!
"Wow, did I read that right? It's the wind of Divine Mu."
"Yes, it is a dragon-slaying magic. Only clergymen above the regional bishop level can use it."
"Which seminary did he graduate from? With such a strong ability, he should be very famous. Why haven't I heard of him?"
The nobles were whispering and discussing Downton's identity.
"I'm rich!" Abagong clapped his hands excitedly, calculating how much he had earned.
After the pain subsided, Downton looked at Ram, stretched out his right hand, made a fist, then stretched out his thumb, turned it over, and pointed downward fiercely.
Ram's face turned livid with anger, and his hands kept shaking.
"Ram, don't you want me to die? I'll give you a chance to fight with me!" Downton declared a challenge, slashed his neck with his right hand, and responded with a slit-throat salute.
The whole audience was in an uproar. They did not expect that Downton would openly challenge Ram. Then the miners started shouting. After all, they had suffered so much and there were countless people who wanted Ram dead.
"Which of you will end up? As long as you kill him, I will reward you heavily, fifty thousand, no, one hundred thousand gold coins!" Ram growled and offered the reward.
Although the Chief Engineer is a magic user, he is only a third-level soul. Moreover, after seeing no hope of promotion for so many years, he has long given up on training and focused on making money. Therefore, he is self-aware and knows that he is no match for Downton.
No one answered. The overseers lowered their heads and avoided Ram's eyes. It was Downton's strength that calmed them down.
The nobles looked here, heard their conversation, and couldn't help laughing.
"What are you afraid of? He has been seriously injured, and his magic energy has been exhausted. The remaining combat power is pitiful. Then you can kill him as long as you get off the field." Ram caught a glimpse of Doshav staring at him and was frightened.
He broke into a cold sweat and kept roaring at his subordinates.
Still no one asked for a fight. The supervisors thought that Downton could even master magic at the bishop level. Who knew what other trump cards he had hidden? Besides, he also had a group of ghouls and demon servants who didn't show up. Only guys with broken brains would end up.
Looking for death.
"Ram, don't waste time, get out of here quickly." Downton planned to defeat the overseer forces once and for all.
The end! The end! The end!
This time it was Ram's turn to endure the embarrassment of being booed by the audience.
The corners of Doshaf's mouth twitched. His bodyguards were at war level and could absolutely crush Downton, but this was a gladiatorial fight, not a secret fight. Even if he won, he would lose face.
"Stop shouting, I'll fight!"
A condemned prisoner walked out of the fence and entered the fighting ring. He saw that Downton was seriously injured and was ready to take advantage.
Downton snorted coldly, the power of the troll in his body had not disappeared, so he swung his arm and threw the warrior saber.
Phew, the saber came towards his face with the sound of breaking wind. The condemned prisoner waved his flail. Just as he parried the saber, he felt a chill on his vest and a stinging pain swept through his nerves.
With a pop, the eyes of the condemned prisoner pierced by the golden dragon gun were dull, and he knelt to the ground. He died. The blood was left along the body and gathered into a pool of blood.
The entire audience saw the condemned prisoner appear and challenge Downton shamelessly, and they all booed him. However, the next second, he was shot cleanly by Downton, so fast that they did not even react.
The boos disappeared and instantly turned into louder cheers.
There were originally some criminals who were preparing to challenge Downton. Seeing this scene, they all stopped and no longer dared to come forward.
On the ore fighting field, blood was stained on the gravel, and five tattered corpses were scattered in disorder, demonstrating Downton's bravery.
"A very gorgeous five-kill streak, Downton. You let us watch five wonderful duels. You are the well-deserved protagonist tonight." Marquis Boas stood up, walked to the railing, and looked at Tangton expectantly.
Suddenly, "Are you interested in joining my family?"
Hearing that Marquis Boas was recruiting Downton in public, there was a commotion in the VIP table. In the entire Delankfurt, except for the four Dukes, Boas was the first among the Marquises. His family had inherited three
For more than a hundred years, Downton has followed him, and he will surely become famous in the future.
If he were just an ordinary magic user, Boas wouldn't be so eager. The key is that Downton's status as a paladin gives him a lot of extra points.
We must know that Downton's talent will definitely make great achievements in the field of priests in the future, which also means that he will learn more powerful magical skills.
For nobles, especially those in power who are not magicians, they naturally want a healthy body, and healing magic is undoubtedly what they desire most.
The great nobles all maintain priests, priests, or paladins. Their duties are similar to personal doctors, so compared to the engineer-type combat magicians, the clergy hardly have to worry about unemployment.
The mercenaries in the stands looked at Downton, filled with envy and jealousy. It was such an honor to serve a marquis. If he was appreciated, it was not impossible to become a noble.
Downton hesitated, his mind was in turmoil. If he agreed, he would no longer have to worry about being troubled by Little Grandet. But he didn't know why, but he couldn't say anything when he said it.
Dofink's heart suddenly lifted. Downton really gave him too many surprises tonight. The moment Boas recruited Downton, he regretted that he had not wholeheartedly attracted him before.
pause.
If you miss a talent like Downton, you will regret it for the rest of your life.
Dofink felt that he was about to lose something important. After all, the status gap between himself and Marquis Boas was too far. Even a child knew who to choose? But he didn't expect Downton's answer to give him a few more births.
hope.
"I'm just a soul-level civilian paladin, and your favor frightens me!" Downton took a deep breath and spoke loudly, "Can you let me think about it? I want to use my strength to win.
, and not just because of your whim."
Although he was rejected, Downton's answer was very appropriate, which made Boas very satisfied and laughed out loud.
"Okay, you go to rest first and recover from your injuries!" Boas took out a silver pocket watch and handed it to the servant beside him, "Give him this and tell him that with this, he can come to me at any time.
"
The servant left in a hurry.
The nobles applauded Boas's generosity at the right time.
Marquis Boas touched his beard, sat back on the main seat with a smile, and took a sip of black tea. He was actually putting on a show. With his status, he could recruit war-level clergymen. For Downton, more
It's an emotional investment.
Giving appreciation and help to Downton when he was not yet prosperous was not even a drop in the bucket for Boas, but he might be able to receive sufficient returns in the future.
Of course, Boas also wanted to let the audience see his generosity and kindness and help him become famous.
Ram was completely shameless and refused to leave the game, even leaving early. Downton had no choice but to leave. (To be continued...)