Looking at Rebecca's warhammer, Gwen knew that he had been too optimistic about her mental state.
Did she think that all the priests in the world looked like Wright?!
However, Rebecca did not feel that there was anything wrong. She was still excitedly introducing the arcanotech warhammer that she had specially made for the White Knight. To be fair, the warhammer was made of pure white alloy steel, engraved with a lot of sacred runes, and wrapped with a band of Covenant cloth. It was indeed a beautiful weapon. The combination of religious elements and arcanotech produced an impressive beauty. Perhaps in Rebecca's mind, as long as a weapon had the above characteristics, it could be called a priest's equipment even if it was a meteor hammer. And now, Gwen was only thankful that Rebecca had at least made a warhammer, and not a real meteor hammer …
Then he saw Rebecca happily breaking the handle of the warhammer. The alloy handle locked by the buckle suddenly broke off, revealing the internal chain. "And look, ancestor, as long as this is unlocked, it can be used as a meteor hammer!"
Even Amber, who had always been quick-witted, could not keep up with the silly roe deer's train of thought. "Why would a priest need a meteor hammer?!"
Rebecca immediately corrected him with a serious face. "It's a White Knight, not a priest!"
"Let's call it a White Knight …" Gwen looked at his granddaughter and the arcanotech weapon that had been reassembled into a warhammer. "… Can ordinary people really use this weapon?"
"Please be assured that the selection of the White Knight will follow the strictest standards." Wright immediately stepped forward and said with a serious face. "Only a strong body can bring a firm belief, and only a strong body can have the ability to protect comrades on the battlefield and fight against evil. I think, as a new profession of the Holy Light, as the first preacher of the New Church of Holy Light, the White Knight needs to have great strength."
Gwen looked at the burly man from head to toe. "… Can I ask you about the criteria for selecting the White Knight? I mean in terms of physical fitness. "
Wright revealed a faint smile. His expression was as peaceful as the descent of the holy light. "You can take three of my punches and still not fall."
… Why do I feel like this new class has nothing to do with Priests?!
"Alright, what you said makes sense …" Although Gawain felt awkward, he still accepted Wright's words rationally. He could not plan the new class of White Knight based on his impression of priests. Proceeding from the practical point of view had always been Cecil's way of development. When it came to proceeding from the point of view of needs, he could not help but ask a question. "The mechanical war hammer is indeed a good melee weapon, but in the future, the battlefield will be dominated by long-range attacks. Does the White Knight have any countermeasures against long-range attacks?"
Rebecca nodded. "Yes. Because the White Knight's armors have a higher output, and the energy system of the armors and armors are fused together, there is more space. Therefore, their armors are equipped with high-power dual-mounted Holy Impact hand cannons. At the same time, they will also carry a large number of crystal grenades with them in case of emergency."
Carmel then added, "Holy Impact is the most stable of low to mid-ranked Holy Light damage spells, and its runic structure is the best. Currently, we are only using it on hand cannons, but in the future, we can consider using the idea of the Rainbow Light Cannon to create more powerful Holy Light weapons."
At that, the master sorcerer paused. "In fact, we did not intend to create holy light weapons at first. We were going to use the thermal ray gun directly. The technology of the thermal ray gun is mature, the parts are versatile, and the power is quite sufficient. If we were to customize a holy light weapon for the White Knight, the production of the parts would bring new pressure to the logistics. But later on, we found that when the conventional magical base, the divine base, and the inverter base are combined in too small a space, it would cause considerable magical interference, and the energy system would be overwhelmed by the excessive waste of energy. So we had to use the current plan. "
Gwen nodded slightly and carefully observed the weapon system of the White Knight's armor. With better weight-reducing runes and more advanced craftsmanship, the gauntlets of the White Knight's armor were one size larger than the conventional enchanted armor. At the front of the streamlined gauntlet, there was a slightly indented firing muzzle embedded with focusing crystals, and its size was clearly much larger than the thermal ray gun.
Since Gawain had a lot of experience in the design of magic weapons, and the White Knight Armor was basically based on the framework of the Enchanted Armor, the set of equipment in front of him could not be considered as a complete new product development. However, the design style of this thing was still very fresh. Gawain walked around the platform and suddenly realized that once he accepted the design of this thing … it was quite interesting.
Perhaps the White Knight should be like that.
He could not help but compare in his mind.
Fake battlefield priests, weak monks from the northern regions, wore robes without any defense, held prayer books that were a hindrance, fought with a light short staff, hid behind their allies and secretly cast spells. They were weak chickens that could not resist at all once they were closed in.
A true battlefield priest, a loyal and strong white knight from Cecil. He wore heavy armor and had prayers engraved on his helmet with a steel seal. He wielded a heavy mechanical war hammer and activated his force field shield to charge into the frontline of battle. He was invincible in close combat. Even if the enemy ran far away, he could still send them to the afterlife with a single shot from his hand cannon.
He also knew some healing spells and dispelling diseases, and when he was on the battlefield, he would shout, "Your Daddy Doctor is here!"
Gwen touched the stubble on his chin and could not help but whisper to himself, "Why do I feel like a reckless comparison..."
In the future, the battlefield priest would probably become the strongest infantry in Cecil.
Amber, who was standing next to Gwen, immediately shook her ears. Her long elven ears allowed the half-elf lady to catch the "vulgar words" that came out of Gwen's mouth immediately. She immediately leaned over and whispered, "Old dumpling, you don't pay attention to your image again."
Gwen glanced at the half-elf and whispered, "Be careful of your nonsense, or I'll silence you."
"Ah..."
Gwen coughed twice and looked at Wright and the others in front of him. "Anyway, let's start the assembly as soon as possible. If the production line is not in place, Nicholas, you will do it yourself. You can put other work aside for the time being. We first need to arm the first White Knight Brigade — Louen City has been quiet for too long."
Nicholas bobbed his body up and down. "Understood."
Gwen thought for a moment and looked at Amber next to him.
The half-elf seemed to want to throw a tantrum, but she still raised her head obediently. "Is it my turn to work?"
"It's time for the MIB to work."
...
Louen City had indeed been quiet for a long time.
But it was a silence that contained panic, a silence that hid tension, and a silence that made people unable to sleep at night.
After a long period of silence, an undercurrent finally began to surge, but this undercurrent could not break the tense and oppressive atmosphere in the city. Instead, it made the whole city more uneasy.
No one cared about the mood of ordinary civilians, but Fran? So did Belant. But the interim bishop could notice the change in the atmosphere in the church district. In this enclosed city that occupied half of the entire Louen City, consisting of a cathedral and dozens of small churches, a negative mood, different from the previous tense atmosphere, was spreading. This negative mood shook the low-level clergy, and even some clerics and deacons who were in charge of the affairs of the small churches.
After the morning prayer, Belant Belant, who had just finished the morning prayer, whispered to Fran. The interim bishop of the Church of Holy Light once again noticed that the low-level priests were whispering in the shadows of the pillars of the church. Some priests were hurriedly running through the corridor. He felt that the omnipresent Holy Light was sending him a vague warning message. As a devout believer of the God of Holy Light, he did not want to miss this kind of revelation. He immediately summoned a high-ranking priest who was in charge of the daily affairs of the city.
"The atmosphere in the church district has not been right for the past two days," Fran Belant said. Standing in the corridor of the St. Louen Cathedral, Belant said to the high-ranking cleric, "Go and investigate what is going on."
The high-ranking cleric apparently also noticed the subtle change in the atmosphere. He did not ask much, but immediately took the order and left.
Fran Belant? Belant did not have to wait too long. Before the evening prayer, he saw what the high-ranking cleric had collected.
"Bishop, there are some … leaflets of unknown origin that have entered the city." The high-ranking priest handed a stack of cheap-looking papers to 'Bishop Loen' in front of him. His expression was a little ugly. "These … are all unsightly slanderous words."
Fran Belant? Belant had a bad feeling in his heart. He took the papers in silence. What he saw was so neat that it did not look like handwriting, but the grammar was so straightforward that he could not help but frown.
The high-ranking cleric continued to explain the situation. "At first, they appeared in the outer city. After they were thrown into the city walls and fences, they were scattered everywhere. Civilians picked them up and took them home. Later, some family members of the low-level clergy brought them into the inner city and began to spread among the small churches."
Fran Belant? Belant looked at the contents of the flyers with a pale face. The identical handwriting on the flyers reminded him of printed matter, but the printing level was obviously beyond his understanding. There was nothing profound in the flyers. On the contrary, the content was so simple and straightforward that even people who just learned some basic words could read it fluently. However, the simple and straightforward content was extremely disturbing.
This was the first time he had seen such things: the way the church operated, the nature of the atonement, the reasons and interests of the high-ranking cleric monopolizing the interpretation of the classics, the development and corruption of the church... These things, which should be taboo, were written in such a simple and straightforward way, and so openly printed on cheap paper and distributed everywhere!
Where did they come from? How did they get in?
The first question was easy to answer. They must have come from Cecil. As for the second question...
Fran? Belant suddenly began to regret that he had placed most of the templars and the exiled Knight in the inner city church.
After a full ten seconds, the temporary bishop broke the silence with a gloomy face. "How long have these things been circulating in the church?"
"It might have started circulating four days ago," Wang Chong said.
Fran? Belant's face was pale. "Why didn't anyone report it immediately?! These things... are simply blasphemous and slanderous! "
The high-ranking cleric hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "All the flyers in the inner city church were sent to the small churches in the peripheral area..."
Fran? Bei Lang blinked his eyes and suddenly understood.
The small churches in the peripheral area were where the low-level clergy gathered. The clerics in charge of managing them were also of lower status or more marginalized clerics.
They lacked enthusiasm for the Church, and they might even have some deviant tendencies.
After a long period of blockade, the faith of the low-level clerics and clerics had begun to waver. They could not be compared with the devout in the cathedral... They were easy loopholes to attack.
In addition, the low-level clerics and clerics were a group of people who did not have the right to interpret the classics. Similarly, they almost did not have the right to divide the atonement or organize a separate heresy trial...
Those flyers mentioned the right to interpret the classics and the dark side of the current interests of the church. Not only did they mention it, but they also mentioned it in the most ruthless way.
The duke who surrendered himself to the devil finally made a move, but the way he did it was completely unexpected.
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