I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

As the runes glowed with blue light, Edmund bent slightly, raised the spear in his hand, and rushed towards the church knights.

The church knights knew the power of the shot and did not dare to fight head-on, so they quickly rode their horses to the side.

But Edmund missed the shot, but did not turn his horse back. Instead, he continued to charge forward. The horse kept accelerating. Edmund slowly adjusted the direction of the horse, made a big circle in the field, and faced the church knights again.

This time, it’s not the speed of a sprint at the beginning.

A blue light shone on Edmund's body, and runes also lit up on the armor of the horse under his crotch.

The spear in his hand was pointed forward, and a flash of light appeared.

Man and horse are one, spear and cavalry are one.

This shot streaked across the earth like a meteor chasing the moon.

The knights of the church had never faced such knights before. This was a combat skill that had been passed down from the army after thousands of years of fighting with orcs.

"what!"

The knight of the church was not to be outdone. He concentrated all his magic power into the sword in his hand and slashed out fiercely.

A crescent moon came towards the meteor.

The broken light scattered onto the battlefield, and the condensed blue light rushed towards the sky.

The knight raised the lance in his hand high, and on the lance, a figure was pierced through the throat, dangling alone in the air.

The Pope's face turned purple, and the knights of the church drew their swords.

Edmund carried the corpse of the church knight on a fork and rushed back and forth between the northern knights and the church army.

This is the custom in the north. The victorious knight has the right to show off his glory.

But in the church's view, this is a naked provocation to the church's dignity.

"Grand Duke, are you going to go to war with the Church?"

The Duke of the North sneered and said:

"Your Holiness, the knights in the duel are qualified to show off their bravery.

Even the orcs would acquiesce to such rules. How come such a huge church doesn't even have this much broad-mindedness?

Besides, the church has only a two hundred year history.

Your Holiness, what qualifications does your church have to challenge the entire Northland?"

As the Grand Duke's voice fell, the knights of the North instantly formed a charging formation, leaving only the initial charging position.

This position can only be filled by the Grand Duke.

"Edmund, you will lead the stormtroopers today."

"Yes!"

Edmund responded to the Archduke excitedly, and anyone could hear how eager he was for this position.

But for others, this excited shout has a special meaning.

Especially the Pope, he had heard that this man was a newly promoted God-given, so he had a great honor and desire for the position of the head of the stormtroopers.

The church was slapped in the face.

With Edmund's return, the knights' auras combined together, blue light flashed, and the knights in the north burned like blue flames.

The Pope gritted his teeth but was hesitant to give the order.

He knew that the rise of the church was achieved through conspiracy and intrigue in the face of these nobles who were fighting on the front lines of the orcs.

The church has no battlefield skills.

But the saint of the church is not here.

At this moment, the Pope suddenly hoped that the church could keep Beth, as the church needed such a stabilizing force.

"Church Knights, prepare to charge."

The Pope still gave the order.

The knights of the church stepped forward one after another and formed a charging formation in front of the Pope's carriage.

They have dull eyes and firm faith; they are the God-given knights produced by the church using the God-given assembly line.

They are not strong, and their lineup has no other advantages except being neat.

The king was eating a melon, his mouth almost reaching his ears.

What he hoped most now was that the two sides would fight each other. The king thought that if the stalemate continued, there would probably be no fighting.

Then the King looked at the Grand Duke and said:

"After all, the church originated in the north. If you break bones, you will still have skin. You must not use force."

When the Duke of the North heard this, he immediately thought of the history of the church.

Over the past hundred years, the church has repeatedly occupied cities.

They say they believe in Allah and that benevolence is the foundation of their religion, but during many wars, the church just watched from the sidelines and never contributed.

What’s hateful is that in order to control the north, the king actually allowed the church to develop.

Thinking of this, the Grand Duke of the North gave the king a sinister look. This battle could be fought, the Pope could be killed, and then the city that belonged to the church could be taken back.

But the king ignored the Grand Duke and looked towards the church.

"Your Holiness, the Church is full of talented people, but the Church has only been established for a short time. You must not act impulsively or destroy the century-old foundation."

When the Pope heard this, he was filled with rage.

In front of a thousand-year-old family, you mention a century-old foundation. Isn't this blatant preaching?

Especially when there are so many talented people and one should not be impulsive, it is a huge irony that hit the Pope in the heart.

In terms of the number of knights, the church now has more than fifty knights here.

But in terms of the quality of knights, the knights of the church cannot catch up with those of the North.

But if he leaves like this now, will the church still maintain its reputation? Will the faith of his subordinates be washed away? Will he still be able to hold the position of Pope?

Damn it, give it a try.

The Pope raised his hand and said, at worst he would just go away for a while.

The Duke of the North stood upright on the hill and raised his hand, ready to teach the church a lesson.

The king looked at both sides and shouted:

"Don't let the harmony get hurt."

Peaceful? The Duke of the North and the Pope looked at each other. What kind of peace was that?

Just at this time.

"What are you doing? And, Pope, who told you to bring the army here to pretend... What is the parliament for?"

A woman's voice suddenly came from the woods in the hunting ground.

The knights of the church looked at the woman and knelt on one knee.

"Welcome to Her Royal Highness the Saint..."

The Pope's face suddenly turned dark, and the knights who had been respectful to him just now now sided with Beth.

Beth glanced at the Pope. This old man had evil intentions and she was afraid she couldn't stay any longer.

The Pope glanced at the kneeling knights around him, then looked at Beth. As long as this woman was alive, he would always be the second-in-command of the church.

Beth and Pope stared at each other.

You have the means of death.

"Everyone, get up. Go back to your own cities now. You are not allowed to leave the city you are stationed in without permission before I summon you."

Beth went straight past the Pope and issued orders to the knights.

For the knights of the church, Beth is the proof that God has come to the world, and the Pope is just the person closest to God.

Beth's words certainly speak louder than the Pope's.

The knights of the church stood up one after another. No one asked the Pope for his opinion. The knights gathered the soldiers behind them and left the hunting ground.

Now the only ones left in the church are the Pope, a few knights around the Pope, and Beth.

The Pope bowed to Beth, but she left without even looking up.

Beth turned and came to the king and said:

"The orc chieftain has been dealt with, and it's time for the king to fulfill his previous promise."

The Grand Duke of the North looked at the king with sarcasm. This was not only rude, but also disrespectful.

The king didn't care and said to Beth:

"How about we discuss this matter after Archmage Lieyang arrives? Today is just a celebration, no need to discuss business matters.

So, where is the Great Mage Lieyang?"

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time, but I've also been waiting for a long time."

A hoarse voice came from behind the king, making him break out in a cold sweat.