Chapter 94

Almost all the warriors and mages in the city of Montefiore were in the square. The security was tight, but the warriors' main duty was to maintain order. They never dreamed that there would be an assassin. There were too many people in the square, and it was impossible to prevent people with bad intentions from sneaking in. But on such an occasion, trying to make trouble was no different from courting death, and yet someone did it.

The assassin's timing was very clever. It was when the milky white light from the golden sky shone, and everyone was kneeling on the ground. Looking at the size of the arrow, only the strongest crossbow could shoot it, but the assassin used a bow. The bowstring was originally wrapped around his waist, and the spine of the bow and the arrow were hidden in a cane. The assassin disguised himself as a hobbling old man. Taking advantage of the people kneeling and praying, he suddenly drew the bow and shot the arrow. His movements were as fast as lightning.

Not to mention the power and accuracy of the arrow, even the sudden movement of the arrow could only be done by a supreme warrior.

It was too difficult for the arrow to hit Maria. How could the Adoratrice not have protection when she cast magic? The magic formation was a barrier. The assassin wanted to take advantage of the people's relaxation. The arrow was very strange. When it bounced off Amon's spear, it paused in the air for a moment, and then its speed became even faster.

This pause was enough for the guards to react. There were twelve supreme warriors under the high platform where the Adoratrice was casting the spell, and six of them were facing this direction. Several sword rays rose into the sky and almost simultaneously cut the arrow flying in the air. Even if the arrow was made of the strongest material in the world, it would still be smashed to pieces.

But something unexpected happened again. There was a violent wave of power in the air, but there was no sound. Amon could only sense it using magic detection. Every time the sword ray hit the arrow, the arrow trembled as if it had turned into a shadow. The violent vibration made it almost impossible to see it clearly. It paused in the air several times, but did not change direction and continued to fly forward. Instead, it shot into the air covered by the magic formation.

Amon sucked in a breath of cold air. To be able to shoot such a powerful arrow, it was definitely a rare supreme warrior. But the scene of his javelin and the sword rays of several supreme warriors intercepting the arrow reminded Amon of a very clever magic: energy magic.

There was no such thing as low or middle level energy magic. The starting point was high level energy magic. Until now, Amon was barely able to start practicing it. This kind of magic was very esoteric and even difficult to understand. All kinds of magic were about communicating with the energy of the outside world and transforming it into the power of the laws of nature. Energy magic was pure use of energy.

Although Amon had not practiced it yet, he had a feeling that the energy magic contained in this arrow could only be achieved by a supreme mage. The impact, conversion, and consumption of energy could not change the direction of the arrow. Before the arrow's power was completely consumed, it would continue to fly towards its target.

How could this be? No one could be both a supreme warrior and a supreme mage. This was the extreme of the power of two sides that Amon pursued. Was the assassin a god?

There was another possibility. The arrow itself was an extremely precious magic artifact, and it was shot by a supreme warrior and a supreme mage at the same time. The warrior shot the arrow with all his strength, and the mage cast energy magic on the arrow.

There was no time for Amon to think carefully. He wanted to continue to stop the arrow, but it was too late. He turned and immediately rushed in the direction of the arrow, taking away the javelin of another warrior as he ran. It was the warrior closest to Amon. He was kneeling devoutly on the ground, not knowing what had happened. He didn't even know that Amon had taken away his javelin.

The arrow was shot towards the platform. Suddenly, a golden light shield appeared in the void. The arrow was frozen in the air for about a breath's time, then it passed through the shield and shot towards Maria.

This distance was very close, only a dozen steps away. Maria was standing on the platform, casting an extremely difficult magic. She couldn't move until she stopped. But at this moment, a man had jumped onto the platform and stood in front of the Adoratrice. It was Gabriel.

The blessing of the people did not stop. The echoes of the bell were still floating in the square. Maria's body was surrounded by various kinds of protection, including a transparent air elemental armor, an invisible energy shield, and a magical shield that flashed with colorful light. All the brilliant mages in Montefiore were under the platform at this moment. More than half of them were operating the magic circle, but the others were not just for show. They immediately took action to protect the Adoratrice.

Everything happened too fast. It was not a test of people's ability, but their reflexes. Maria could have dodged, but that would mean that the ceremony would be interrupted. She chose to trust the people around her. The shields should have been able to block the arrow, but Gabriel could not let that happen. She did something that was out of line — only the Saintess could ascend the dais, and she jumped onto it.

Gabriel swung the sword in her right hand. The silver sword trembled violently when it hit the black arrow. The parangons inlaid on the edge of the sword shattered, and the sword itself broke into several pieces. Then time seemed to stop. Gabriel's left hand held the arrow, and the tip of the arrow touched the armor on her chest.

Her grip was very steady. The arrow trembled like a struggling viper, and blood seeped out of Gabriel's fingernails. The arrow was blocked. When the trembling gradually stopped, countless cracks appeared on the body of the arrow, and then it shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

Amon did not catch up with the assassin. After shooting the arrow, the assassin had already jumped high and flew to the edge of the square. When Amon turned around, he only saw the back of the assassin. Then there were people flying in the air and on the ground. They accurately stepped on the narrow space between the crowd and chased the assassin out of the square.

On the platform, Maria's lips moved slightly. She ordered, "Vörde, lead the mages, Ankh, lead the warriors to catch the assassin. Burke, continue to operate the magic circle. Do not interrupt the ceremony. The Shadow of the Dragon, command the order in the square. There must be no chaos."

Vörde was a ninth-level mage and the chief high priest of the Temple of Isis. The other two high priests were Julien and Burke. Ankh was an eighth-level warrior and the chief guardian supreme warrior of the Temple of Isis. The Shadow of the Dragon was another supreme warrior. For the first time, Maria publicly gave orders to command these people at the same time. In an emergency, there was no room for hesitation.

Vörde led two supreme mages and Ankh led two supreme warriors. A total of six people chased after the assassin. Looking at the speed of the assassin's escape, ordinary people could not catch up at all. This was a real assassin. Regardless of whether his attack hit or not, he would immediately escape thousands of miles away. If one's reaction was slightly slower, they would not even be able to touch his shadow.

Amon couldn't help at all. He turned around and picked up the javelin. When he looked up again, he saw the assassin jump out of the square. The other assassin threw something in the air, which turned into a shuttle in the air. The shuttle wrapped around the two of them and flew away. Sure enough, the assassin was not alone. There was another person at the edge of the square to receive him, and he had already prepared a magic artifact to escape. The magic used by the receiver was so brilliant, it was obvious that he was a top supreme mage.

The step that the assassin took made Amon feel like he saw a familiar shadow. He had only seen the legendary first warrior of the continent, Enkidu, with such amazing strength and speed, and his figure was too similar. If it was really Enkidu, then the person who received him must be Gilgamesh. These two people were not afraid of anything, even the gods.

If it was really Enkidu and Gilgamesh, they had the ability to do so, but why would they come to Montefiore to assassinate the Adoratrice? It did not make sense in any way, and these two heroes did not look like people who would be assassins. Amon did not see who the two people were, and he only had some doubts in his heart, but he could not be sure.

This was a shocking event, but except for the guards around the high platform and Amon in the distance, the hundreds of thousands of people kneeling in the square did not even notice it. Everything happened within a few breaths of the echoing bell. The Adoratrice ordered that the ceremony should not be interrupted and that the people should not be alarmed on the spot, and the trackers had already followed the assassin. With three supreme mages and three supreme warriors, coupled with the protection of the magic formation in Montefiore, it would be difficult for any assassin to escape.

When the blessing ceremony was over, as usual, there was a grand carnival, and the people in the city shouted praises to the goddess Isis. This grand ceremony had been expected for thirty-three years. In the midst of the carnival, there was a hidden tension in the atmosphere of Montefiore. The protection function of the magic formation on the city wall was quietly activated, and the detection function was also activated to the extreme. The city guards did not participate in the carnival, and patrolling warriors could be seen in every corner.

The city of Montefiore looked as if nothing had happened. The Adoratrice completed all the rituals of the ceremony according to tradition, and at the same time, continued to order more people to track down the assassins.

Warriors and priests on duty were not allowed to go home. Amon was transferred to guard the city wall that night, and the next day he returned to the Temple of Isis to guard the archives. After the blessing ceremony, he received orders not to tell the outside world what he saw in the square, because the Adoratrice did not want to cause panic among the people.

The news that there were assassins at the blessing ceremony of Isis eventually spread inside the Temple of Isis, and Amon also heard the private discussions of his colleagues. It was said that the Chief High Priest Vörde and his men did not catch the assassins and let them escape.

On the third night, Amon was suddenly informed that the Chief High Priest Vörde had summoned him. He was taken to a majestic hall, which was not lit with candles or oil lamps, but was decorated with bright parangons, which were actually illuminated by magic. In the hall sat not only the Chief High Priest Vörde, but also the Lord of Montefiore, Djea-Tujan, and the supreme warrior Gabriel.

To Amon's slight disappointment, Maria was not present.

Both the Chief High Priest Vörde and the Lord Djea-Tujan praised Amon's actions in the square, but the one who asked questions was Gabriel. She said in an approving tone, "The square is too big. More than half of the mages are helping the Adoratrice bless the people, and the rest of the mages and supreme warriors are also around the high platform. The assassin was at the edge of the square, and there is not a single mage within a hundred steps of him.

You are not the warrior closest to the assassin. There are a total of twelve people who are as close as you, and there are four warriors who are even closer to the assassin. I saw the javelin you threw. I didn't expect you to be a sixth-level warrior, and your strength has reached the peak of the sixth-level. Apart from you, the strongest warrior around the assassin is only a fourth-level warrior. No wonder you were the only one who reacted.

There are two main reasons for calling you here today. First, Lord Djea-Tujan wants to know what reward you would like to receive. The news that there was an assassin at the ceremony will spread sooner or later. The Adoratrice has ordered that from tomorrow onwards, there is no need to hide it anymore. You can accept the praise of the people. Second, she wants to know if you saw the assassin's face clearly. Please try your best to remember it. "

Reward? Amon had neither money nor treasures, so the so-called reward was unnecessary. He replied respectfully, "My life was saved by the Adoratrice at the Nile River. Otherwise, I would have become food for the beasts in the wilderness. With my weak strength, I couldn't have stopped the assassin's arrow. I just tried my best, and it was all part of my duty. If I discovered the assassin but failed to stop him immediately, as a warrior on duty, I should be punished. I'm just doing my duty, and I don't ask for any reward.

To be honest, I didn't see the assassin's face clearly. When I turned around, he had already flown out of the square. I only saw his back, and he was tall and burly. However, I have a feeling that this person's movement technique is very light, as if he has deliberately changed his body shape. As for the other person, I didn't see him clearly at all. It was just a black shadow that disappeared in a flash. "

He carefully recalled everything he had seen that day in the square. After listening to him, the lords looked at each other. Vörde nodded and said, "I only returned this afternoon after tracking the assassin and didn't catch him. I didn't expect you to see him clearly, but I still have to ask what I have to ask. Sorry for making things difficult for a warrior like you. What you just said is very important. Can you tell me the reason? Why did you feel that way? "

Amon shook his head and said, "I can't describe it. I've been thinking about the scene for the past few days, and I feel that the assassin's body shape doesn't match his posture. It's just a feeling, and there's no clear reason for it."

Djea-Tujan said, "Brave warrior, you probably don't know how terrifying the person you faced was, but you still charged forward. Your fearless spirit is worthy of praise. Although you don't ask for any reward, as the governor, I must reward you. This is an order that cannot be refused. Do you have anything else to say? "

Amon raised his head and said, "Since that's the case, I thank the governor. Actually, I just want to ask if the Saintess is well?"

Gabriel said, "Of course the Saintess is safe and sound, but there are many things that she has to deal with these few days. Amon, you can leave for now. The Saintess will summon you when she has time. "

The governor of Montefiore rewarded him with a large sum of money, as well as a set of warrior's armor and weapons. Naturally, they were all top-notch items, but they were nothing compared to Amon's personal collection.

Amon was now a sixth-level warrior, and his achievements were not low. From the second day onwards, the sixth-level warrior Amon was promoted to the captain of the Temple of Isis's archives. His monthly salary rose from five gold coins to fifteen gold coins, and he was given a residence with his own courtyard. His colleagues were extremely envious and congratulated him.

Amon didn't care about these things. What he was looking forward to was Gabriel's words that the Saintess would summon him when she had time. He really wanted to see Maria. For the past six months, he hadn't had the chance to see her face clearly.

… …

On the same night that Amon was talking to High Priest Vörde and the others, in the distant Assyrian Kingdom, in the royal palace of Nineveh, two people were having a secret discussion. The one sitting in the middle was the King of Assyria, Sinnach, and beside him was the Prime Minister of Assyria, Lord Alpha.

The Prime Minister was in his sixties, and his body was obviously a little fat. He sat there leaning forward, and his belly stretched the clothes around his waist. He said worriedly, "Your Majesty, it has been three days since the Queen and the Imperial Advisor attempted to assassinate the Saintess in Montefiore, but there hasn't been any news."

Sinnach, the King of Assyria, was not even forty years old. He was well-built, and his eyes were deep. His nose was a little curved, and his appearance was very dignified. He smiled faintly and said, "I know very well how capable Queen Samir is. No one would have thought that someone would try to assassinate her. It's not a problem for her to escape after the attack. With the help of the Imperial Advisor, Faust, it's even more foolproof. Montefiore is tens of thousands of miles away from here. It's normal for no news to reach us in just three days. All we have to do is wait. "

Alpha added, "Your Majesty, if you have such thoughts again, please think twice before you act. You actually sent two people who are so important to the kingdom to risk their lives. I didn't expect that you would order Her Majesty the Queen to be an assassin."

Sinnach smiled again, "Actually, this is the idea of the Imperial Advisor, Faust. He volunteered to do this, and I gave the order in the name of the King. Only then would the Queen do it herself. The Imperial Advisor is a man of great foresight. Regardless of whether the assassination of the Saintess succeeds or not, the Three Kingdoms will definitely be in chaos for a while, which is most beneficial to Assyria. "

Alpha was a little puzzled, "Three Kingdoms? Are you talking about Eygut, Hittite, and Bablon, Your Majesty? "

Sinnach smiled proudly, "That's right. Assassinating the Saintess during the blessing ceremony is tantamount to declaring war on the Empire of Eygut. The Pharaohs Of Eygut, Lasith Ii, is a proud and ambitious man. How could he give up such a great opportunity to start a war?"

Alpha asked, "Who will he declare war on?"

Sinnach slapped the armrest of his chair, "Of course not. The one who is in conflict with Eygut is Hittite, which is gradually breaking away from its fate of submitting to the Empire of Eygut."

Alpha asked, "Then why does Bablon have to be involved?"

The King blinked his eyes, "They won't be able to catch the assassin. Think about it, Prime Minister. Who on the continent has the ability to escape after assassinating the Saintess? Who would have the guts to do so?"

Alpha suddenly reacted, "Enkidu and Gilgamesh?"

Sinnach's laughter shook the roof, "Prime Minister, your first reaction is the same. It's their fault for being in the limelight. There's no way Lasith Ii would not have thought of this."

Alpha looked worried, "Even if everyone is suspicious, what reason would Enkidu and Gilgamesh have to do this?"