Chapter 892 Gretel, do you want to see a legendary battle?
The Holy See bishops and archbishops looked down from high in the sky and studied silently.
There are specialties in the arts. If you are a magician, especially a conjuration magician who specializes in the direction of space, you can roughly estimate where the portal leads to, how big it is, and what it can pass through from the breath coming from the fluctuations in space.
such existence
However, the only thing that the servants of the Lord of Glory can get is that this portal is very strong. The existence that can pass through is very powerful. It is estimated that the legendary mage can pass through several...
"How about it?"
Bishop Cassino asked aloud. The crowd fell silent, and then more than a dozen eyes were uniformly directed at a black-clothed bishop from the Inquisition.
This bishop is not a clergyman. Strictly speaking, he is not a priest, but a magician. Although within the jurisdiction of the Glorious Holy See, studying magic is against the law and must be burned at the stake, but there are always other exceptions within the Holy See.
This black-clothed bishop was trained by the Inquisition since he was a child. He is known as "To defeat the enemy, you must understand the enemy." And his teacher was a magician who committed a crime and fled from the Kingdom of Kent to the mainland and was taken in by the Inquisition.
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The black-clothed bishop's eyes were dark, staring at the hill, as if he wanted to dig a hole into it. I really wanted to, really wanted to rush into the heart of the mountain and study it...
He observed, sensed, and calculated subconsciously. The thumb of his right hand circled around the index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger, pointing one by one. Then came the first knuckle of the index finger, the first knuckle of the middle finger...
"If you want to know more precise information, you have to get closer."
"How close?"
"The closer, the better." The black-clothed bishop replied subconsciously, leaning forward and stretching his neck. Looking at the posture, it seemed as if he was flying in the air. He could also lose his balance and turn around in a circle with his head down and his feet up:
"The best thing is to fall onto that hill, or even get into the heart of the mountain."
"That's definitely not possible." Bishop Cassino shook his head without thinking. Of course it doesn't matter if they fly high in the sky to watch. Even if there are a few people below who can fly, they won't dare to take off and fight with them; however, if they fall to the ground...
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The Dutch Resistance Army is nearby!
The defenders in Ostend city tried their best to charge, but they couldn't do it!
Long arrows, alchemy crossbows, javelins thrown by masters, and things called "artillery" were all covered in a wave, and even they would inevitably suffer some losses!
At this moment, several alchemy crossbows below have turned to the air, staring at them with eager eyes. If only a few of them were not too easy to avoid, they might have already been launched.
"You can estimate it right here." Holy See Cassino said in a stern tone:
"Based on your estimation here, what kind of existence can this space fluctuation pass through?"
"It's hard to say, it's still growing." The black bishop shook his head:
"If you grow to the strongest level, it is not impossible to pass one or even several legends..."
Bishop Cassino and the archbishops present collectively lowered their heads and subconsciously crossed the Holy Emblem. Legend, that is a legend!
Legendary mages, legendary priests, and legendary warriors are generally called "paladins" or "sword masters". In short, compared to ordinary humans, legends are a leap in the essence of existence. Strength, mental power, and even life span will all be improved.
greatly increased.
Whether on the mainland or among pagans, there is a common saying that legends and legends are the difference between humans and ants.
If there are legendary mages present, they must either return to the church collectively and rely on the church's magical array and holy power reserves to compete, or they can only call for reinforcements. If you want to prevent them from being present,
"Is there any way to interrupt this transmission?" Bishop Cassino stared at the black bishop with a stern tone. The black bishop lowered his head and thought for a while, with a grimace on his face:
"The teleportation array that allows the legend to pass through is too much beyond my ability. And it is not allowed to get close. The only thing I can think of is to use large-scale magical attacks... But..."
However, the holy magic of the Holy See has a strong attack power against people but a weak attack power against objects. The Laws and Orders: Stun, the Laws and Immobilization, and even the Laws and Orders of Death are all accurate.
Brainwash people and turn them into believers in an instant;
But if you want to lift off a layer of skin on the hill and then kill the teleportation array, the efficiency is very difficult to describe. Compared with directly fossilizing the opposite side into mud, turning mud into stone, and all kinds of indiscriminate bombardment, the magic method wants to
If you do this, the difficulty of casting spells will be at least one level higher!
"Everyone, let's try it first."
The Holy Bishop of Cassino coughed lightly and rose a little higher. The leader knelt half in the air and prayed softly. A group of archbishops looked at each other and could only pray along. Soon, a continuous white light flashed on them, and they were excited.
Shoot it down.
"They're attacking."
"Attempting to attack."
In the camp of the Dutch resistance army, two magicians raised their telescopes and observed attentively. After a while, they looked at each other and raised the corners of their mouths:
"The attack has no effect."
"Of course, we specially chose this hilltop. The rocks underneath...ahem..."
"There are two layers of defense added to that hole!"
"It definitely can't be opened like this. Will they be able to use great magic?"
"Do you want to add fuel to their fire?"
"No need, right? That thing at the bottom can grow slowly..."
"Speaking of that thing, hahahaha...hahahahahaha..."
The two looked at each other and each smiled. In the sky, the Bishop of Cassino, whose attack was ineffective, stood still for another half an hour. He felt that the fluctuations were getting stronger and stronger, and finally frowned and turned around:
"Come here, activate the great magic array, scan as far away as possible, and see if there are any large energy fluctuations around you;
Send people to patrol around the central line of the strait to detect energy-intensive reactions and personnel-intensive reactions;
Let the cathedrals prepare, communicate with the lords, and be ready to start a city-wide prayer ceremony at any time..."
If it doesn't work, I will try my best to use the divine descending technique to eliminate the legendary mage who came from across the sky and hasn't started attacking yet!
The magicians were using their hands and feet, and the priests were working hard to deal with it. In Nevis City, Grete was carrying a heavy-duty jacket with added materials, sweating, running around the training ground.
"Grete, work harder! I made something delicious for you! Apple pie! Chestnut cake! Egg tarts! You can come over and eat after you finish your run!"
Aurora shouted at the side. After he came back from the battlefield, he had completed the mandatory obligations of the council and no longer had to practice fighting as hard as Gretel. While doing experiments happily every day, he actually learned to make a bunch of food.
Here comes Gretel!
You will gain weight like this!
"Uh...cough!" Gretel was distracted, his breathing was messed up, and his ribs instantly began to hurt. He had to put his fist against his right ribs and try to regulate his breathing:
What's the use of making delicious food! I'm so tired that even after running, I can only lie there and vomit sour water! And sweets, these sweet things, I can't even eat one bite!
One lap!
Two laps!
Three laps!
The heavy-duty clothing with added materials is so heavy to carry! In addition to the physical weight-bearing, doesn’t this crap also have a gravity spell?
"What's so delicious about dessert! The boss spends so much money just to eat meat! Eat meat!"
Bernard fanned the fire on one side. He really fanned the fire and set up a two-meter-long oven on which he grilled lamb skewers, lamb chops, lamb kidneys, chicken wings, fish...
...Thank you, this is not necessary. Grete was so tired that he could hardly roll his eyes: after physical exercise, he consumes a lot of energy and consumes a lot of high-quality protein for muscle growth. It is indeed necessary. But, eating so much?
Just the way the grill is dripping with oil, the fat you eat is more than the protein!
"Boss, don't be afraid of being tired! After today's training, I'll give you a massage! I promise to loosen every muscle in your body!"
Bernard waved a handful of mutton skewers and shouted. The mutton skewers were as long as his arm, and the pieces of mutton on them were as thick as a small fist. After shouting, he turned back and took a bite, and the meat juice flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Gretel couldn't even sigh:
Bernard, I know you mean well, but you... I feel like my whole body has been torn apart after being massaged by you. I might as well be in pain for a few days!
He finally finished the prescribed ten laps and dragged his heavy steps to the edge of the training ground to take off his heavy clothes. A wooden sword was then put into his hand. Old Morgan did not relax and stood in front of him:
"Don't stop, go up the mountain to fight! Your strength is very close to that of the knight! Work harder and try to break through this level today!"
Gretel: "..."
Ten days ago, no, twenty days ago, no, a month ago, I heard you say this. Rush, rush, rush to this day, I am still beaten by you, knights and other things are far away...
When will I be free, no, when will I be able to advance...
"Don't be distracted!"
"Watch your step!"
"Be aware of your surroundings! Be immersed in nature!"
"Snapped!"
"Little Gretel hasn't finished practicing yet?" At some point, a figure in a swaying long skirt appeared on the side of the training ground. Aurora quickly stood up and moved the chair diligently, and Bernard moved the grill to the downwind.
Serila happily handed over a skewer of mutton:
"Senior sister, he hasn't done it yet! It's just recently, it's been a month, and he hasn't broken through yet! It's so slow~"
As she spoke, she made a bossy face. Senior Sister Philby took the skewers with a light smile, cut them on a silver plate with a knife, then forked them with a silver fork and tasted them slowly. After eating two pieces, she hooked them with her fingers and ate them.
The soft wind carried the voice and sent it to Gretel's ear at the right time:
"Little Grete, do you want to see a legendary battle? If you can advance to the knight level in these two days, senior sister will take you to see it~"
Grete stumbled. With a "pop" sound, Old Morgan struck his ribs with a wooden sword, knocking him down directly.
"It seems there is no hope." Senior sister sighed:
"Serila, otherwise, why don't you put some pressure on him?"
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