Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"What?" The old duke stood up with his cane, at a loss. "The evil god is coming?"

Ianna turned her head suddenly, glared at him fiercely, and shouted without giving him any face: "Shut up!"

Then she looked at Nennek and Lisa.

They walked to the north of the hall, in front of the wall with holy images, put their hands together, bowed their heads, and sang devoutly:

"Praise the mother of all things, the god of fertility, harvest and childbirth, the eternal girl, mother, and guardian of the old woman..."

Before the singing ended, countless invisible walls seemed to appear in the hall.

The voices of the three priests overlapped countless holy echoes.

No one dared to sit in their seats peacefully anymore because of this strangeness.

The look of surprise on the delicate face of Tissaia de Vries could not be suppressed.

She was stunned for a second, waved her hand to cancel the lavender magic barrier on her body, and gestured to the sorceresses around her who were at a loss but maintained a certain order.

Then she took a deep breath, quickly smoothed the wrinkles on her dress, walked solemnly behind the priests, and touched her chest with her right hand.

Meliteli is the patron saint of all women.

All women, including sorceresses?

Of course.

Nowadays, the Temple of Meliteli may be gradually losing its influence because of the retreat of the gods.

But in the era of Tissaia, there was no woman in the northern continent who had not received the favor of the goddess.

The midwife at birth was the priest of Meliteli, the priest of the orphanage, the doctor when injured and sick, the shelter when old and lonely...

Even now, the reason why the status of sorceresses is equal to that of wizards is largely due to Meliteli.

Some of the other sorceresses were confused, some suddenly realized, and some were excited and pious. However, under such a vision, everyone looked at each other and followed behind Tissaia, praising in unison:

"Praise the Mother of All Things, the God of Fertility, Harvest and Childbirth, the Eternal Maiden, Mother, and Protector of Old Women..."

At this moment, the layers of prayers suddenly became several times louder.

At the same time, the candlelight suddenly turned bright golden, as if the entire hall was covered with a layer of gold foil.

"Wow~"

A beam of incandescent light fell from the sky and landed on the statue of Meliteli.

The plain stone statue, with its kind face, suddenly became lively and solemn.

He seemed to raise his eyes and scan the hall. The pressure that was more solemn than that of the king made everyone instinctively bury their heads deeply.

He did not speak, but waved his hand and pointed, shooting a golden light that fell on Ianna.

The slightly hunched body of the high priest of the Meliteli Temple immediately became straight.

"Exorcism...demon..."

The dazzling golden light flashed suddenly, causing everyone to close their eyes.

When they opened their eyes again...

The statue of Meliteli was as kind and simple as usual, and even had etched gaps left by the years.

In the empty hall, only the high and ethereal holy sound that seemed to come from the sky was echoing.

The priests and sorceresses still lowered their heads and dared not raise them. Only when the echoing holy sound completely disappeared did someone whisper.

"That... that... is that the goddess?"

"Well... it seems to be..."

"Exorcism... did He bless this battle specially?"

This is the sorceress who has not yet come to her senses.

"Oh my... my God, Arthur, what did I just say?" This is the old duke with wide eyes and a terrified look.

Arthur tactfully did not answer this question.

Because when the old duke asked this question subconsciously, all the women present stared at them with frowned eyebrows.

The old duke was unaware, but when he looked at Arthur, he saw Ianna at a glance.

"I... Ianna, you... your face..." He said in a surprised tone.

Only then did others realize.

The old Ianna in the Temple of Meliteli was not only upright and dignified.

The ravines left by the years on her face were smoothed out, becoming as smooth as a girl, although her pupils were still deep, with an old look that was very different from her face.

At this time, Ianna's appearance was not inferior to any female sorceress present.

On the contrary, her holy and distant temperament made her seem like a goddess who was detached from the outside.

One exclamation after another.

"It's just the side effect of the magic," Ianna was not surprised, and obviously got some information from the goddess's gift, "The goddess gave me the magic to restrain the evil god..."

After a simple explanation, she turned around with a complicated look.

Everyone followed her gaze and exclaimed again.

The traces left by the goddess have not completely disappeared.

Vesemir was staring blankly at the four amulets in his hand, which were suspended four fingers above his palm.

These amulets were shining with a remarkably sacred aura and brilliant golden light.

As if to let everyone witness this scene, when everyone turned around and saw these amulets...

The golden light disappeared.

The amulet gently fell into Vesemir's palm.

Ianna looked at the four amulets, tilted her head and glanced at the little priest who was trying desperately to hide behind Nenneke, and suddenly asked:

"Where is Aylin?"

"The icon room." Vesemir, who was shocked, did not think about it.

The next second.

"Bang!"

The door of the hall was pushed open.

A young priest rushed into the hall and shouted: "High priest! High priest! Miracle! Miracle!"

"Where?" Ianna asked.

"Icon room." The priestess panted. "A golden light burst out of the icon room and rushed into the sky. Many people saw it..."

In an instant.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Vesemir, including Tishaia de Veris's searching gaze that seemed to be substantial, which made his scalp tingle. He took two steps back unnaturally and pushed against the wall.

He really didn't expect that he, who was just a bystander and came to inquire about the exorcism process, would actually become the "protagonist" of the entire reception hall for a moment.

Although he doesn't want to be the "protagonist"...

And the real "protagonist"...

"Meritelli is on top!"

"Damn it, Aylin, what on earth did you do again?"

Feeling the mental fluctuations in his mind like a landslide and tsunami, Vesemir couldn't help but ask questions loudly in his heart.

"Okay!" Yianna cleared her throat and diverted everyone's attention.

She arranged for the priest who was confused and didn't know what was going on in the hall: "Helia, please go out first. It is indeed a miracle of the goddess coming, but people in the temple are told not to approach the icon room for the time being."

"Yes, High Priest." Hylia closed the door gently.

"Let us continue to discuss the command authority to defeat the evil god..."

Before Ianna finished speaking, Disaya glanced at the amulet in Vesemir's hand thoughtfully, then looked at Ianna's flawless and pretty face, and interrupted:

"No need to discuss it!" She shook her head gently.

After Meritelli came down and issued the divine order, the leadership of the meeting has completely fallen into the hands of the temple.

But she was also happy to see this happen.

The purpose of seizing command was to ensure that Aretuza's interests would not be deliberately harmed, and it was not because she was really confident in her commanding skills.

She came here in compliance with the ancient covenant, not to seize power.

The most suitable person is in the most suitable position, which is good for everyone, but only the locals know who is the most suitable person.

But there is still one step left before she can completely hand over command.

"May the High Priest swear an oath as the ancient covenant has been fulfilled so many times before?"

"Of course!" Ianna answered without hesitation.

Then she straightened her clothes and swore in front of the statue of Meritele on the wall:

"Your Majesty Meriteri, as the great protector of mankind, the mother of all things, the guardian of fertility..., the human representative of the goddess Meriteri, I swear by the divine power given by the goddess..."

As soon as her vows were uttered, there was a response.

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Her words had an accent as soon as they left her lips, as if they were repeated by another person in the Kingdom of God and imprinted in some sacred place.

Upon seeing this, Tisaya de Vries' body instantly relaxed a little more.

"...The heart of justice beats in my heart, and my eyes measure the measure given by the gods..."

"...When the heart of justice is defiled, He will leave me..."

"...When the measure of the gods is broken, the plague of blindness will cripple me for the rest of my life, and I will be given the pain and torture of an oathbreaker..."

Ianna's dark pupils glowed with golden light.

The old Duke and Arthur watched without blinking the sacred changes brought about by each word of the oath.

Vesemir frowned.

Tisaya hesitated to speak, and waited for Ianna to finish all the vows, then whispered:

"It doesn't have to be to this extent. The punishment for breaking the oath is too cruel..."

Although it is also an oath before God, you can also choose the punishment for breaking the oath.

Tisaya's original intention was to have a similar punishment, similar to burning with divine power, betrayal of favor...

It would be enough if she could tell the other sorceresses. After all, Meliteri had come in person.

Who would have thought that Ianna would choose the most important oath of all, the "Oathbreaker".

to be honest.

Warlocks may not have in-depth research on other aspects, but their research on oaths is top-notch from all levels.

Taking advantage of the flaws in the oath will cost some money for Tisaya, the top warlock in the northern continent, but it is not impossible.

Ianna was putting her life in her hands.

Moreover, would the high priest of the Meliteli Temple be so ignorant that he would not know the "unique" expertise of the warlock?

Tishaia took a deep breath.

Melitelli Temple was as selfless and focused on the overall situation as always, and it seemed that her heart, which was constantly thinking about gains and losses, was dirtier than the beating lumps of carrion of the ghoul.

Yianna waved her hand: "I don't intend to break the oath. Why should the punishment for breaking the oath be heavier than me?"

She felt the heat in her heart.

Those were the traces of the divine seal left by the oath, and once she broke the oath, her heart would be taken away. She will not die at that time, but will die in pain after experiencing all the punishments that are worse than death, and her soul will not be accepted by any gods.

certainly.

There is another thing that outsiders don’t know.

The oath contains the oldest power in the world. The more cruel the oath is, the more unspeakable mysterious power will be reflected back from the world, allowing her to better grasp the divine power given by the goddess.

Although I don’t know what Aylin did to wake up the goddess who had been “sleeping” for a long time.

But the powerful divine power that suddenly came to her, which she had never felt before, made her as difficult to control as a child lifting a long sword.

The divine power seems to be congested in the blood.

Now that I am about to make an oath, I might as well make the most stringent oath and ask for help from the entire world.

Alin gave her hope to defeat the evil god. She must master as much power as possible and not waste Alin's efforts, although she didn't know what Alin had paid.

It was a simple idea, but it seemed to have an unexpected effect.

Tissaya was silent for a moment. Because the oath had been made, it would be too hypocritical to mention it now.

So she completely gave up all command rights: "The Aretuza Academy abides by the ancient covenant, and all female sorcerers will obey all arrangements of the temple."

After a pause, she looked into Ianna's eyes solemnly and added: "Including me!"

Including "me"... Ianna's eyes lit up immediately.

Warlocks are not soldiers. The more people, the stronger they are.

Tissaya's role alone may catch up with the sum of other female sorcerers, and as the leader of Aretuza, she could not accept anyone's command.

"Elland also abides by the ancient covenant and obeys all arrangements of the temple." The old duke also said.

With the arrival of the goddess Meliteli, the situation suddenly became clear.

Ianna's brows relaxed.

After the command was established, the crusade against the evil god immediately entered substantial progress. Soon, with everyone's brainstorming, a rough plan was formed, and then the details began to be considered.

Vesemir also held the warm amulet at this time, listening attentively.

Although he didn't know what the point of doing this was now.

The goddess came and blessed the amulet, which seemed to completely expose their intentions to Ianna.

Didn't see Lysa hiding from Ianna's sight and looking at him resentfully.

But what can Vesemir do? Goddess Meliteli is not something he can control...

If he doesn't take away all the amulets, what if that kid runs away without caring about his life?

The big griffin only listens to Arryn's orders...

"It's all Arryn's fault!"

He avoided Lysa's sight intentionally or unintentionally, and sighed in his heart.

Before making a big fuss, he didn't know to tell his own people in advance.

Now it's so embarrassing, how to end it?

Vesemir racked his brains, recording the plan of the crusade while thinking about how to convince Ianna who had just been blessed by God.

But until the meeting was about to end, he couldn't figure it out.

And now...

The discussion gradually stopped, and everyone gradually looked at Vesemir and the amulet revealed in his palm.

Vesemir's heart skipped a beat, and he thought it was not good.

"I heard that there are nine wolf school demon hunters in the temple..." Tissa looked at Vesemir's dark golden cat eyes and said thoughtfully, "Why didn't we discuss the arrangements for these demon hunters just now? Are they... not involved?"

"The seven young demon hunters who just came down the mountain should not participate. They will make a kind of sword oil for the army. As for Master Vesemir and Sir Arryn..."

Ianna paused, and glanced at Lysa, who was hiding in the corner and looking down at her feet, with a complicated expression, and looked at Vesemir.

"Master Vesemir, do you have any other ideas?"