Blessing from the goddess at the beginning, technology VS magic

The tentacles attacked Red and the others again, but the target of the attack was not them, but the bandits.

"Okay, my darlings, come over to me."

The black mist after the death of those bandits all rushed toward the cultist, and his faded shield became darker again.

"No, stop those tentacles quickly"

After the saint finished speaking, she hurriedly released the purification magic to purify the black mist. However, the saint was obviously exhausted and could only prevent a small part of the black mist from rushing towards the cultists. Red and Bud are also attacking those tentacles. 191's 5.8mm bullets can penetrate those tentacles composed of black mist, but unfortunately the effect is not very obvious. Bard's fire magic is quite effective. Rhett analyzed the situation at hand and said to everyone:

"The target of these tentacles is not us now. The cultists want to kill these bandits at once and absorb the black mist. We now need to protect the bandits from being killed quickly by the cultists, so the magicians attack the tentacles, and the knights cover the magicians. Attacked by bandits, the saint purified the black mist."

"I have to say, this little brat is right, so that's what everyone should do."

The injured knight commander ordered that the number of remaining bandits was not very large, about twenty, but the cultists only absorbed five.

"She's a holy girl, I still have to deal with you first."

All the tentacles rushed towards the Saint in an instant. With quick eyesight and quick hands, Rhett attacked the cultist with three consecutive bursts. Rhett didn't know how long the shield could withstand it. He had to do this in order to save bullets. The cultist was hit by the impact. In an instant, the center of gravity was unstable and the attack lost its direction. Every time the cultist tried to attack, Red interrupted him.

"This is not the way to go. Does this big sister have any good ideas?" Reid said

"As he said, the level of this shield is too high. It can't be destroyed without overloading it with high-level spells. Ordinary low-level spells can only replenish its magic power, but it seems that it can't do anything about the magic released by your strange staff. absorb"

"Because this is not magic, just think of me as an ordinary powerful crossbow."

"Such a small crossbow? As long as it is a physical attack, it will be enough. As long as you continue to attack, this magic shield will be exhausted."

But he didn't have many bullets anymore, and he didn't want to conjure bullets in front of so many people.

"Is it okay to cut with a sword?"

"The fighting spirit covered on the sword can also be absorbed, so it's useless. We don't have any great knights here."

"My sword is fine, but I can't get close to him."

"Your sword?"

Bard explained: "My brother's sword may be really good. He is an alchemist and a superb blacksmith. The sword he forged before easily cut off the sword of an intermediate knight."

"But he is only so young. Okay, I will use wind magic to accelerate your sword directly towards you. Give me your sword."

Red took out the plasma sword from his waist and activated the switch. When he handed it to the saint, he said: "Be careful, don't touch the blade with your hands."

When the saint took it, she also observed the sword carefully. It was very unique. The hilt had an indescribable beauty. The blade was shining with light. Is it a magic sword?

"Magic swords can also be absorbed. Are you sure this sword can overload his shield?"

"This is not a magic sword, just throw it out."

The saint stopped talking nonsense and directly activated her magic. The cultists in the distance only felt funny when they saw this scene. Here again to replenish my shield. After the saint's magic was prepared, the plasma sword was launched at the speed of sound. The cultist thought that the attack was magic, so he did not dodge and faced it with his face. The result is that the shield is directly penetrated and the person is directly pierced.

"Is this... solved?"

After confirming that the cultist was dead, the remaining people began to cheer. The injured knight commander trudged to the body and began to examine it, and then found a strange flower tattooed on the man's arm. The flower had three strange petals. Seeing the knight commander, he said: "He is actually a cultist with three petals. It seems that they also attach great importance to the saint."

"What does the three petals mean?" Rhett was confused.

"Judging from the current information, the more petals there are, the higher the level of the cultist in their organization and the stronger the strength. Previously, we dealt with cultists with one and two petals, but this cultist actually still has I can control people to replenish my magic power. It seems that I need to inform the church quickly."

"Then why did they rob you?" Rhett asked as he pulled out his sword from the corpse.

"Their target is the Saint. The Saint can purify their evil magic. But now the Saint is too young and needs to learn, so we sent him to the Holy Seminary. There, the cultists can't do anything to the Saint. It poses a threat. By the way, your sword..."

Rhett interrupted directly: "I worked hard and exhausted the kingdom's resources to forge this."

"So that's it. I didn't expect that I would have such alchemy talent at such a young age and be able to forge so many good materials. I have a promising future. By the way, I haven't asked you who you are. Judging from this route, you should also be going to the academy. "

Bud replied: "We are a convoy from the Dips Palace. I am the prince and this is my brother. We are indeed going to the academy."

"Since we are all going to the academy, let's go together," the saint said in a sweet voice.

"This road is indeed dangerous, I agree."

Bard was probably fascinated by the Saint. The two of them sat in a carriage and chatted. They complimented each other, such as "Your magic is so powerful and you can kill so many bandits at once." It’s not that you don’t know what to do after you deal with the black mist.”

Rhett was speechless for a while. He, his biggest contributor, was here. He didn't even bother to pay attention to it. The world still looked down on technology. Just when Rhett was thinking this, the saint suddenly said: "But in the end, I have to thank you." What about your brother? It was the sword he made that saved us, and his long-range weapons are also very unique."

"My brother is a genius. Although he has no magic ability, his alchemy can always create many convenient gadgets."

After hearing this, Rhett finally spoke: "Stop doing alchemy all the time. I call this technology."

After saying that, Rhett took out a thermos flask with cute images painted on it. This was a small gift he prepared to listen to his father's words and get to know the powerful.

"This is called a thermos. Pour hot water into it to ensure it stays hot and won't get cold within a day. It doesn't require magic to drive it."

After saying that, he handed it to the saint.

"gave it to you"

"Ah! How can this be so embarrassing?"

"It's okay, a small courtesy is not respectful."

"Thank you. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Angela, a saint of the church. Please give me your advice."

"My name is Rhett, and this is my brother, Bud. Please give me your advice."

In this way, the two teams continued to drive towards the Holy Academy while chatting happily.