Salin finally understood why Rex was so keen on capturing the Metal Titan. If the Metal Titan could help him in battle, he would only need to step on it a few times to get rid of the Blood Knights. On the battlefield, brute force was sometimes irreplaceable.
Rex's mages could of course get rid of the Blood Knights if they swarmed them. The problem was that it was unwise to use scrolls or magic strings to release spells.
The scrolls were gone with each use, and the magic strings took more than two hours to recover. That was because the Mages around Rex were all very powerful and had been carefully selected.
Many mages needed six hours to recover their magic strings, and they also needed to take potions and wear the relevant equipment.
Rex's team was very small. They left the battle puppets behind and immediately got rid of the Blood Knights. The sound of the war drums in the distance became indistinct, and the group fled east.
It couldn't be considered fleeing. If they really fought, both sides would be injured. The Tanggulas Empire's hastily assembled army had no way to deal with Rex's team.
Rex was a level-six mage. She brought two level-five mages, four level-four mages, an assassin close to the level of a Gold Sword Sage, two Black Iron Sword Sages, and ten Swordsmen wearing Spirit Snake Armor. Only Magic Shooters could suppress such a force. Ordinary troops, on the other hand, needed a large number of troops to prevent Rex from leaving.
Not to mention the four demons that suddenly appeared beside Salin. Among the four demons, Trish's combat ability was probably much higher than Zola's. Salin himself had various methods that surpassed ordinary mages to deal with warriors. For example, the water in his gourd had the attack power of a level-four spell, but it didn't consume magic strings.
Salin looked back unwillingly. Under the effect of Ice Vision, everything was so clear. The Blood Knights and the battle puppets hacked at each other tirelessly. There was no order at all. A small number of Blood Knights didn't lose their horses. They persevered and chased, but they were shot in the heart by Zola's arrows. They fell off their horses and couldn't get up again.
The Silver Sword Saint was really a powerful existence. Even if an ordinary soldier had great strength, they would only be able to shoot three times after strict training. Otherwise, their fingers would be broken.
An ordinary soldier would only be able to shoot six arrows from a distance of a hundred meters. Because the crossbows were equipped with thorny wheels, theoretically, the soldiers could shoot as many times as they wanted as long as they had arrows. However, the rate of fire of a crossbow was too slow. If it wasn't a magic crossbow, a crossbow with a range of 300 meters would be able to shoot three arrows in a minute.
Zola, on the other hand, shot arrows like rain. He did not seem tired at all. This was already equivalent to a high-level professional archer.
The team continued to head east. Originally, they would enter the desert if they headed south. However, in order to avoid wasting their strength too early, Rex still chose to head east. The stone mountain would go deeper into the desert after advancing for a hundred miles. If the people from the Tanggulas Empire wanted to outflank them, they would have to enter the desert in advance. If he chased after them, it would be difficult for him to keep up with his team's speed.
The temperature was getting lower and lower, and the bright moon was hanging high in the sky. The cold air seeped into the outer layer of the armor, but it was blocked by the magical beast skin. The Swordsmen did not feel any discomfort, and the Skeleton Warhorses did not care about the temperature either. The temperature in the Undead Plane was below zero all year round. There were also volcanoes, so no matter how high or low the temperature was, it could at most kill the Undead, but it would not slow them down.
There were some bumps in the magic chariot. No matter how many magic arrays there were, it was impossible to reduce all the vibrations. The wheels that were wrapped in fish glue made the vibrations acceptable. The team was running at a speed of more than forty miles.
"Someone is chasing us!" Neris had a stronger sense of danger than anyone else. When Rex did not notice the dangerous aura, she pointed behind and yelled.
Very soon, a black figure appeared in the sky, breaking through the air and coming toward them.
"Slow down." Rex immediately gave the order. The magic chariot slowed down, and the Skeleton Warhorses stopped too. They circled around and turned around to face the enemy flying toward them.
Rex was not worried. That person's flying speed was less than fifty miles, and he was not a Magic Shooter. If he was a Mage, he should be at the level of a Black Tabernacle, and not a bishop.
Seeing that the team on the ground had stopped, the black figure was stunned for a moment. He also slowed down and hovered in the air a hundred meters away from Rex's magic chariot.
Mages usually liked to control the attack distance within a hundred meters. Any further and they would not be able to reduce the consumption of their spiritual power.
Although the great Mages could fight at a terrifying distance of more than two hundred meters, the Mages were still used to fighting at a medium distance.
The man in the sky was wearing a black robe and a leather hat. Obviously, he was not used to the low temperature. That was the difference between a Mage and a Mage.
The man had a neatly trimmed black beard, but it was impossible to tell his age. He could only be between thirty and fifty. He looked down, but Rex did not come out of the magic chariot. The ten Swordsmen raised the small alchemy crossbows on their left arms as if demonstrating. The crossbows could definitely hit the black-robed Mage in the sky.
Wearing black robes meant that he was from the Inquisition.
The Pope's subordinates were all in red robes at this level, and the divine envoys' subordinates were all in white robes. Even the Church had some complaints about the Inquisition because they were unscrupulous. This was because they were unscrupulous. Other than the gods, there was only themselves.
"Your Highness Rex, you're leaving too fast." The black-robed Mage's voice was very gentle. It easily spread a hundred meters away. He did not raise his voice at all.
The door was opened, and Rex's almost perfect face was revealed. She leaned against the cushion in a lazy posture, as if she were resting in her own mansion.
"I didn't expect you to be a big shot. Which one of the Inquisition are you?" Rex talked to the man in a more relaxed tone.
"The three old guys have six disciples. I'm the fifth. They call me Black William. "The black-robed Mage spoke unhurriedly, as if he were trying to establish a relationship with Rex.
The three old guys referred to the three giants of the Inquisition, the three Chief Inquisitors who were unknown to the outside world. They controlled hundreds of thousands of Arbiters in the Inquisition. No matter how much the Church disagreed with the Inquisition, they dared not piss off the three old guys. The one who caught up was actually their disciple.
Rex smiled and said, "Black William? You're the kindest of the six murderers? "
"Indeed. That's why I'm here. If the five of them come, you'll have to die."
There were also factions within the Church, and the fights were serious. The Oracles, the Pope, and the Chief Inquisitor each controlled one side. The Pope controlled the most people, the Oracles controlled the ascetics, and the Chief Inquisitor had the most fanatics.
The power of the Oracles came directly from the blessings of God. In order to fight against the Oracles, the Chief Inquisitor specially trained six successors. These six people were called the Murderers. This nickname was given by the Vatican themselves, not by the people who were killed by the Murderers. The unlucky people who were killed by these six people did not even have the chance to give them a nickname.
The Inquisition's style had always been to eliminate weeds at the root. If you were on the blacklist, you would either go into hiding and not dare to make a sound, or your whole family would be killed.
The most ridiculous time was when the Inquisition reached out to Alchemy City. In the end, Alchemy City lost a Magic Shooter, and the Inquisition never sent any forces to Alchemy City again. Both sides silently accepted this result. If other forces caused trouble in Alchemy City, they would probably face painful retribution.
The Pope used a trick to kill Great Emperor Chanak, and Alchemy City even sent a group of Sorcerers to Tanggulas Empire to cause trouble. Until now, Tanggulas Empire was still unable to send all its forces to attack Qin Yin because of this reason. Otherwise, when the East Sea Coalition Army appeared in the north of Qin Yin, Tanggulas Empire would have invaded. They would not have dealt with Titan Duchy first.
"I heard that the Inquisition played a part in killing my father. I wonder if those three old fellows are dead or can't move?" Rex's voice suddenly turned cold, and even the skin on her face showed signs of freezing.
Black William smiled and did not get angry. He said, "Great Emperor Chanak is an amazing person. The Pope was injured by him, and he still can't recover. I'm afraid the next Pope will have to be elected. The Chief Inquisitor is very grateful to the Great Emperor. "
Salin heard Black William's reply and immediately understood that this was a difficult guy to deal with. Because you can't control his emotions.
"If you're really grateful, you should accompany him." Rex did not continue the conversation. She could tell that this Black William actually did not plan to fight.
"That's a matter of time. There's no hurry," Black William replied gently. "However, Your Highness, is it unwise for you to take such a risk?"
"What are you trying to say?" Rex did not want to tangle with Black William. This man was too dangerous. Behind him were the three heads of the Inquisition. As the disciple of those three old fellows, Black William's combat power probably surpassed that of an ordinary black-robed bishop. The flying speed just now was probably the result of a disguise to lower Salin's guard.
"Your Highness, I know about the conflict between you and Holy Rock City …"
"My surname is Glükos," Rex interrupted Black William.
"This is indeed troublesome. However, has Your Highness not considered establishing your own Dynasty?"
"I won't allow a church to exist in my Dynasty." Rex was extremely determined.
"This should be the choice of the people."
"The people? This term was invented by the Scotia, right? " Even the Vatican uses it? "Rex said in a sarcastic tone.
"Master, the princess's emotions are affected by that guy. This is bad," Nelis whispered in Salin's ear.
"Don't worry. Rex did it on purpose." Salin stared at Black William, trying to find a flaw in him. However, no matter how he observed, even using Figaro's magic formula to calculate, he could not see any magic that could break the perfect balance on that man's body.
Black William hovered there with a bright moon behind him. It was as if all the moonlight poured down from his body and shone on the ground.
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