Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

The golden mid-level priest looked at the galloping knights as if facing a giant wild beast. Even with his strength, he would be shattered to pieces in an instant.

Adding a magic spell to his eyes, a giant frost bear ran across the land.

"This...what...what is this."

The Famine Priest's eyes were full of panic. Looking at the giant frost bear that appeared in his eyes, he directly abandoned the army of Famine Beasts and fled backwards at all costs.

Without the command of the famine priest, the three hundred famine beasts stayed in place like the sculptures of their colleagues, waiting for their fate.

"Bang--"

The stinky blood and broken limbs were thrown into the air under the charge of the Ice Bear Knights.

With the power of ice, everything around was frozen, solidified in the air, and gradually turned into ice crystals, scattered on the earth.

The famine priest who lost his spirit did not run less than 800 meters before he was stabbed through the chest and decapitated by Hebrews.

Without stopping, Hebrews took his knights and headed towards the center of the Lookout Valley.

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On the battlefield in front of the Lookout River Valley, the Star Prayer Battalion, under the command of Cassius, fought steadily and in tacit cooperation with each other to continuously kill the Famine Cultists.

With the assistance of six officers dispatched by the Hurricane Legion, the gold-level famine priest had to abandon the cultists under his command for his own safety.

After all, the gold-level famine priest who was promoted through the power of the gods was no match for the professionals who grew up to the gold level through practice.

Faced with the disadvantage of the battlefield situation, Kallian still hides in the dark.

The hidden danger always surrounds his mind.

He is not sure whether the opponent has a trump card, so he will not take action unless absolutely necessary.

Even if you die here, you can still be reborn, but it will eventually cause damage to your soul, so it's better to be more stable.

With his superb hiding ability, Kalyan is extremely confident. Even in front of a legend, he can conceal his traces for a short time, not to mention that the other party cannot have a legend.

On a low hill, this place is more than ten kilometers away from the front battlefield.

But for Weilin, he could still clearly observe the situation on the battlefield.

At this moment, Anastasia, who was standing next to Verin, suddenly opened her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

Seeing this, Weilin asked: "Madam, you have found the bishop of the Famine Order here."

"A mouse is still a mouse. Even if it is good at hiding, it is still a mouse."

Afterwards, Anastasia rose into the sky and flew towards the northwest of the Overlook Valley.

The speed was so fast that Verin, with the strength of a high-level gold knight, was unable to capture Anastasia's traces.

"No, how could this happen? Why is there a legend here?"

Looking at the legendary mage coming at a rapid speed, Kalian suddenly understood why the previous calculation was dangerous.

In a daze, the surroundings were frozen.

Before Kalian could react, his body and soul were already frozen by ice.

"Mutilated soul, rotten body, disgusting smell."

A cold voice reached his ears, and Kalian lost consciousness instantly.

Anastasia neatly eliminated Kalyan, and then used [Ice Freeze] on the stone fortress dozens of kilometers away.

In an instant, the three golden famine priests, dozens of silver-level famine knights, and hundreds of black beasts raised underneath all turned into ice crystals.

The power of ice and snow spread from the center to the surroundings, and the Lookout River Valley covering thousands of square kilometers instantly turned into a world of ice and snow.

On the battlefield, under the influence of ice and snow, the Famine Cultists' thinking became slow and their bodies began to stiffen.

On the hill, Weilin watched this scene with envy in his eyes.

In the Lookout River Valley, the remaining Famine cultists frequently resorted to various tactics and fled to the northwest.

Seeing this scene, Cassius still chose to play it safe.

Naturally, the second and third battalions were there to stop these fleeing Famine Cultists. His mission was to eliminate as many Famine Cultists as possible wherever he could see them, and not to let any fish slip through the net.

After three days and three nights of strangulation, no native creatures could be seen in the Lookout River Valley.

A large number of corpses were piled up in the open space and purified by the priest with holy light.

"Pastor Lavia."

"Lord." Lavia heard the voice, turned to look at Verin who appeared behind him, and leaned down to salute.

Verin pointed to the sealed head of a gold-level Famine cultist and asked, "With these merits, what position can you be promoted to within the church?"

"Two gold high-level famine priest heads, two gold mid-level famine priest heads, two gold low-level famine priest heads, and four gold low-level famine knight heads will allow me to be promoted to a secondary parish bishop." Ravi. Ya looked at the head placed in the wooden box and answered.

"Very good." Weilin nodded with satisfaction, then asked the guards to put down the priest's head, and then said, "I hope these achievements can help you."

Seeing this, Lavia waved her hands quickly and said: "Lord, I think it's good to stay in the Praying Star Leader. I have no intention of leaving. Let's forget it."

"I have been in Qixing Territory for twenty-five years. This place is already my second home."

“Everything here makes me feel warm.”

Seeing this, Weilin asked the guard to find two chairs and come over.

"Come, let's sit down and talk."

Seeing this, Ravia sat on the chair.

"Pastor Lavia, I remember that a territory with an area of ​​more than 25,000 square kilometers and a population of more than 800,000 can become a secondary diocese."

"Is there?"

Lavia had some doubts on his face, and tried to think hard, but found that he had no idea about this aspect.

Looking at the other party's appearance, Weilin was sure that Lavia, a pastor of the Church of Life, might not know as much about this aspect as he, a nobleman.

"Teacher, there is." Seeing this, a young bald pastor couldn't help but stepped forward to remind Lavia.

Seeing this, Lavia touched his bald head awkwardly: "Lord, you mean to make Qixing Territory a secondary diocese."

"That's right." Weilin nodded and said, "You are now a golden pastor, plus these merits, it is a foregone conclusion that you will become the bishop of the secondary diocese."

"Since it is your request, I am willing to be the bishop of this secondary diocese." Lavia hesitated for a while, and finally nodded in agreement.

Even if not for himself, he has to do it for his students.

If he takes the position of a secondary bishop, his students and colleagues who have followed him for many years will also benefit and receive more resources from the church.

"Then I'll leave these to you, Pastor Lavia, I still have a meeting."

"My Lord, take care."

After waiting for Weilin to leave, the young bald pastor stepped forward and said happily: "Congratulations, teacher."

"I once taught you not to be proud and to stay calm in the face of anything."

In response to the teacher's admonition, the young bald pastor quickly bowed his head and said yes, and then said: "Teacher, do you want to tell other pastors about this?"

"Don't worry, if your teacher I don't become the bishop of the secondary diocese, it will be so embarrassing." Lavia touched his bald head and stopped him.

"I'll listen to you." The young bald pastor replied.