Knights of the Light

Alan returned to the fissure of purgatory this time, which is his spiral tower.

This is the place where darkness gathers, and it is also where the secret religion controlled by Alinda is located.

In the catastrophic era thousands of years ago, after her husband was killed by Bei, she single-handedly formed this sect. It is impossible for a dead god to give believers strength, so generally speaking, churches that believe in him will slowly collapse. The priest can only convert or change to another profession.

Alan thinks these churches are very similar to banks. Believers (depositors) put their beliefs (money) into the gods (banks), and the gods will convert part of their energy to believers (recovering deposits plus interest). If believers are not pious or dare to betray ( It is equivalent to defrauding a bank) and will be dealt with directly (judged).

Of course, not everyone can open this kind of bank, at least the most basic license (divine rank) is required.

The death of the gods basically means that the bank collapses and the depositors lose their money. Of course, the more pious the more unlucky they are at this time, the high-level priests will go crazy (bankrupt), while the small depositors (ordinary believers) will not be affected much.

However, the Church of the God of Tyranny, Politics, and Slaughter can still be maintained until now, thanks to Alinda's ability to pay the believers in the form of a contract (other banks temporarily pay salaries to employees).

And as early as when Alinda found Alan and accepted Alan as a disciple, she had already handed over the secret religion to Alan.

"Tell me, what kind of weapon can cause this kind of wound?" He asked the senior priest in the secret religion, and at the same time showed him the wound on his neck, which was as clean as a horizontal section, without a trace of dust.

The skeleton in the red cloak was not at all unhappy about being interrupted. He just glanced at it and said without looking back, "Purify the crime."

"What?" Alan was stunned, "Your Excellency Bei is not the kind of person who can sneak attack..."

Everyone knows whose weapon cleansing is, and Alan is no exception.

"He doesn't know how to attack, Koko," the old skeleton sneered sharply, "Do you know who the world's first part-time paladin thief is? It's Bei! It's better to play well than to hide in the shadows. Sin is his professional weapon in sneak attacks. More than a dozen gods died in his sneak attacks back then, and if you are willing to read your bloodline memories, you can directly compare them. Back then, he killed Tane's nine lives with nine knives. poked it off."

"Blood memory belongs to Tarn, I don't want my memory to be mixed with messy things." Alan didn't feel the need to get his memory of the former god of tyranny and politics, even if he left it in his blood. The soul has been eaten by Percy, and there is little possibility of sequelae.

"It's so cool, after all, he is your ancestor." The old skeleton said twice again, continued to read his research records, and ignored him.

"Bei really made a move, I can't run away." Alan firmly refused to believe this possibility, and then smiled and walked up to hug the skeleton, "Teacher, can you help me go back in time to see who stabbed me?" ?”

Although Alinda is his mentor, she spends very little time teaching him. Usually, this mage does it for her. For example, he taught how to make an abyss knight... Don't think about it, or you will die of sadness. A few high-ranking priests don't have any beliefs, they are just hired to take care of the secret religion.

"How old do you think you are." The skeleton gave him a contemptuous look with eyes filled with will-o'-the-wisps, "What if that person is here, stabbing me with cleansing sins?"

"Your phylactery is stored very well, it shouldn't be a big problem to poke it a few times... right?" Alan looked at him admiringly.

"You are asking for help from an evil lich, so have you thought about the price you will pay?" the skeleton asked coldly.

"What do you think of the research papers on the microstructure and function of cells?" Alan asked seriously.

"Yes, but I hope you pay more attention to the influence of magic power on the evolution of cells. I can't do it alone." The skeleton looked at him carefully and nodded.

"Of course, we will always serve the supreme Austrian law!" Alan immediately promised.

Only then did the skeleton nod, and chattered to the crystal ball next to it, "You have to know that Alinda has already recruited almost all the members of the secret sect, and I stayed only because you have terrifying potential in arcana." , but you put too much thought on that knight, if you concentrate on arcane magic, your achievements will be far greater..."

"I know, I know, I will concentrate." Alan interrupted him immediately.

"You will know in the future that being a man is far less refreshing than being a man. The happiness brought to you by the successful study of the Arcane is long-lasting and long-lasting. It is truly a spiritual satisfaction, far better than that of the flesh and body. A few seconds of orgasm, the loss and emptiness after the tide..." The skeleton continued to chatter.

"Of course, we mages are the promoters of the world!" Alan said categorically, but he couldn't help slandering in his heart that you are all bones, why bother to discuss with us young people which is more satisfying, these are things that people know when drinking water. .

"Don't take it for granted. The end of our mages is to keep an independent soul and fight for the mysteries of magic for life. When you are old, you will regret your impulsiveness and ignorance when you were young. No love is eternal. If there is, It also belongs to the arcane..."

"Teacher, I'm really in a hurry... Please understand that I may be in danger at any time." Alan interrupted him with a smile.

"Okay." The skeleton finally floated to the crystal ball, and the two bone hands cast spells on the crystal.

The colorless and transparent crystal ball began to shimmer, and Alan also restrained his own mana fluctuations and let the opponent cast spells. Otherwise, this kind of backtracking mage would be easily disturbed by the powerful mana of the target itself and get incorrect information. This is also a kind of mage himself. Passive self-preservation.

The crystal ball slowly rewinds what happened before Alan came here. There was no sound, but he couldn't see everything about the white knight. At the moment when he was killed, a terrifying man with vertical eyes suddenly appeared in the crystal ball. The bloody eyes burst open with a bang.

"Someone is interfering with my spellcasting. Judging from the characteristics of the eyes, they are the eyes of reptiles." The skeleton withdrew his hand and quickly floated back to his workbench. How about getting rid of the sin?"

"You also believe that it's not His Excellency Bei?" Alan asked excitedly.

"Of course, he doesn't need a weapon to kill you." The skeleton took out a book from his bookcase, "This is the mana map I left just now, take this and you can try to find the one that interferes with my eyes." Owner."

"Thank you." Alan left with the book in his arms.

The lingering white knight naturally followed.

"You seem to be more powerful than my mentor. He is a demigod lich, and he didn't notice you at all." Alan turned over the cover of the book with the demon's head and whispered.

The other party didn't speak, and Alan felt that he was really like a ghost, silent, and no one could see it except himself when he wanted to hide.

"I don't like you very much." Alan looked at him with disgust, "Get out, I'm going to sleep!"

I can't go to Percy for the time being, lest he find Percy, he seems to be aiming at Percy.

The white knight looked at him quietly, turned around suddenly, and disappeared into the air.

really gone?

Alan breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking down, he saw that on the title page of the book, a hand-painted map of the Enya continent was intermittently displaying a coordinate.

Sometimes magic is not inferior to science at all, and it is even more convenient in some places, but the requirements are too high to be popularized... In other words, the resources of a world can only support a limited number of mages, and it is impossible for everyone to become a mage Yes, even the capital of mages in all worlds is only supported by the resources of the entire multiverse.

Is this the person behind the scenes that the teacher said?

This location is... an island in the South China Sea?

Do you want to catch him out?

Definitely, I'm not sure, I'd better take Percy with me!Bring another hundred dozen high-level scrolls!

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In the cold night, the white mist swayed quietly, a pure snow-like horse slowly stepped out of the void, and a knight appeared under the bright moonlight, the thick shadows under his eyelashes made his incomparably handsome facial features even more beautiful Deep, like an elf under the moonlight.

In the shadow of a dead tree that has lost its leaves, someone is already waiting.

"Long time no see, Bei," the white knight said softly, his ethereal voice was faint and dark, even more intoxicating than the moonlight.

"Don't follow Alan." Bei said.

"I thought you didn't admit him." The corner of the white knight's icy lips curled into a slight smile.

"He's not bad." That's why Bei acquiesced in Percy's behavior, otherwise he wouldn't be able to let his child mess around.

"I see a very interesting future in him, about you." The white knight said the reason, and ordinary people, he would not pay attention.

"You didn't have good intentions." Bei said calmly, "You don't need to tell me."

"It seems that you also don't think it will be a good future. Then I won't talk about it." The white knight nodded, "You asked me to come out, isn't it just about this?"

"I want the whereabouts of the red dragon Netherella." The person Bei said was the name of the red lady.

"I don't know why, but I will help you." The white knight glanced at him, and saw what he needed through the distance, "South China Sea, the island of fear."

"Thank you." Bei turned and left. While leaving, he raised his hand and pointed to Alan's tower.

There was a scream from there, and through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, with the eyesight of both of them, they could see the Jingguo falling from the sky and the arm holding it, and they were holding two things in their hands. Alan with a dazed face.

"You didn't kill?" The white knight looked at him.

"The fluctuation of the Dragon God's contract, he is controlled, and he is not guilty of death." Bei finished and disappeared into the moonlight.

The white knight quietly watched the direction he left.

After a long time, the horse said quietly: "You talk more than in the past ten years."

"Tell him, it's worth it." The white knight looked at the tower, his icy eyes seemed to reflect the future.