According to Hipamira's description, the card was hidden in the glove, which meant that the previous owner of the gauntlet might have been a similar existence. He had a card, and the card might have run through his entire life. At the moment of his death, he kept the card in this pair of equally precious gauntlets.
The two items were passed down from generation to generation. Because ordinary people could not see the Cards of Fate, the secret of the gauntlet had never been revealed.
Unfortunately, the card was assimilated by Hipamira's Planeswalker's rule as soon as she got her hands on it. Otherwise, he could have guessed the identity of the card's previous owner based on the card's appearance.
As the most knowledgeable 'naturalist' in Wohnde's knowledge in this era, Brando was quite confident.
"Keep the card. The gauntlet can be used now," Brando said, "By the way, where are you? Did you see the Roman?"
"The Roman lady?" Hipamira asked curiously, "What happened to her?"
"Something happened. She's missing." Brando sighed in disappointment.
"What?" Hipamira was quite surprised and quickly replied, "I'm near the Twelve Moons Square, my lord."
"Wait for me there. I'll be right there," Brando said.
"Okay."
Hipamira nodded and left the telepathic link. Like most people, the thick-browed girl beside her could not see the Cards of Fate in her hand, nor could she hear the conversation between Hipamira and her lord. She only saw Hipamira spacing out for a while before regaining her senses.
The latter did not dare to ask anything.
Hipamira put on the gauntlets and picked up a ring from the ruins. She did not tell Hipamira that the ring was enchanted with a beautiful defensive spell. However, Hipamira's attention was attracted by the large emerald on the ring. She was overjoyed.
When the two came out from behind the low wall, they found that the situation outside was quite different from what they had imagined.
The relaxed atmosphere among the crowd was gone. With the big guy in the lead, everyone stood in the middle of the road. Even the grandson of Old Oggis' grandmother was no exception. Some of them even drew their weapons and confronted the Secret Society's disciples with stern expressions.
On the other hand, the other side seemed to be much more relaxed. About a dozen disciples in black robes sneered as they looked in her direction, as if they were waiting for her to appear. They were not in a hurry to make a move.
Seeing Hipamira walk out, one of them immediately shouted, "Lord Priest, you're finally here. These guys want to drive us away!"
"What happened?" Hipamira asked. Himilud's teachings were peace and tolerance, and she herself did not like to fight. If the other party also came for the weapon, it was not a big deal to give in.
Anyway, those things are useless, she thought.
"Ask this guy!" Someone was kicked out of the crowd.
The young man in the black robe stumbled forward a few steps, complaining in his heart. He was the one who had secretly left the marks along the way, but he did not expect to be caught red-handed. He also did not expect that his colleagues would ignore his safety and directly block his way.
Faced with Hipamila's gaze, he naturally stammered and couldn't say anything, afraid that this Miss Priestess would destroy him with a lightning bolt of divine retribution.
At this time, the Thunder of Retribution had silently completed the version update in his mind.
"You go to the back and pay attention to your own safety," Hipamira replied.
"What?" The young man was stunned. "You … you won't kill me?"
Hipamila shook her head and didn't say anything. She wasn't familiar with this era, but she wasn't stupid. These disciples of the Black Flames Sect were filled with killing intent. How could they care about leaving someone alive? If they were lucky, they might be able to survive, but that was only a small chance.
At this time, the big guy in front suddenly turned his head and said, "I think they are looking for you, my lady."
"Looking for me?"
The other party quickly answered her question.
An old acquaintance walked out from behind the group of disciples. It was the Lord of Corruption, Andesha. She placed her hand behind her neck and gently pushed up her long hair. Her vine-like hair wriggled like worms, causing people to feel nauseous.
But no matter what, she was still a charming woman, especially with her voluptuous body and towering breasts. She looked around and licked her lips.
"Little girl, we meet again. Where is your lord?"
Andesha's eyes were calm, but her heart was filled with vigilance. No one knew Brando's strength better than her. He was still an insignificant little fellow in the Loop of Trade Winds, but her strength was nothing compared to his in just half a year.
Even if she used her Divine Blood to undergo a second baptism.
That little prince's blood is really delicious, this thought flashed through her mind.
However, this still could not offset the fear in her heart. This was simply too terrifying. If someone had told her that drinking plain water could also increase her strength, she would have definitely pinched that idiot to death to prevent others from treating her as an idiot.
But now, she would probably still crush that fool to death. Drinking plain water to increase one's strength, what's the big deal? There were people here who could eat and sleep, and their breathing would become stronger.
If Andesha knew about the game "The Amber Sword", she would have screamed in her heart: GM, someone here is using a cheat!
She was vigilant, but she could not go against the Dragon Queen's words. She was also someone she could not afford to offend. Andesha carefully looked at Hipamira, and her mind was spinning: "I must stop these people, I can't let them ruin the Dragon Queen's plan. Fredrich, who was summoned in a hurry, is still weak."
It would be best if she could capture the little girl and use her to threaten that person. As long as Brando was not close to her, Andesha knew that the little girl in front of her was not her opponent.
So she first used words to test her, trying to find clues in it, but she was wrong about one thing.
Hipamira stopped talking the moment she saw the woman.
At this time, the difference between an ancient priest and a modern priest was obvious. If it were a priest of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, they might have a verbal confrontation, but they would slowly prepare for battle when they could not gain the upper hand.
However, Hipamila was the priestess of Himilud. In ancient times, priestesses were trained in such a way. They were warriors first, and then priestesses. The harsh natural environment and the constant need to participate in the war to open up the territory of Order required a qualified priestess.
Even if Hipamira was a pacifist.
But that was a pacifist for thousands of years.
There was a big difference between their definitions.
Miss Cleric didn't say anything and directly threw out the card that she had just obtained — Iron Hymn. Two angels with trombones in their hands descended from the sky, and a choir sang hymns in the clouds as they slowly walked down a snow-white cloud path.
The holy song descended from mid-air and integrated into the cloth armor, cotton armor, and even ordinary clothes of every citizen present. Then they were surprised to find that the cloth armor on their bodies gradually turned into shining chain armor in a white light, and the cotton armor became thick inlaid leather armor.
The big Paluk became a fully armed Dragon Knight. The armor on his body seemed to weigh at least half a ton, but it was so light that it did not affect the latter's movements at all.
"This is … …"
"A miracle!"
"This is a large area blessing holy spell, it's a war prayer!" The knowledgeable people had already cried out in surprise, but it was a pity that his knowledge was limited to this.
"Miss Priest is a war priest!"
The crowd exclaimed, and even the fear of facing the cultists had lessened. The cultists on the opposite side were even more restless. Looking at Hipamira's actions, who did not know that she was a military priest?
A war priest was a high-ranking military priest, and it referred to monks and priests who would fight alongside the army, and not those who would clean up the battlefield, sprinkle water, and pray for the dead.
Such priests were becoming rarer and rarer in this era, and people usually referred to them as Holy Knights. The reason why the Flame Knights of Cruz were so powerful was because they were also military priests.
Most people who fought alongside them would feel safer and more at ease, but their enemies would often feel their scalps go numb.
These were the elites of the Holy Cathedral.
"You're from Fanzin!" Andesha finally reacted and shouted in exasperation. In this era, the war priests of the Holy Cathedral of Fire were used to taking the initiative to attack, and only the priests of Fanzin liked to use holy spells first.
But she still recognized her wrongly. After all, the glory of the Holy Cathedral of Earth was something that happened before the Holy Spear of Heaven and the mountains and rivers were lost. It was so long ago that it was almost unreachable.
Hipamira did not intend to answer any questions. Focusing on self-restraint was the basic requirement of a priestess on the battlefield. The enemies they faced in that era were the powerful Dusk species, so how could they be distracted on the battlefield?
The priestess was a little curious, and thought to herself, 'This crazy woman isn't even fighting, so why is she chattering non-stop?' If Andesha knew what she was thinking, she would probably vomit blood from anger.
Hipamila chanted in a low voice, and several beams of light descended from the dark night sky, landing on top of everyone's heads, illuminating the entire street in a holy white light. Everyone who was within the light immediately felt their strength increase exponentially, and their mental fatigue seemed to have been swept away in an instant. They were so excited that they couldn't help but shout.
It was like the sound of a bugle horn on the battlefield. A moment ago, they were just a group of civilians, but now they seemed to have mastered the memory of battle. Their helmets were put on properly, and the longswords in their hands were not crooked. Their ranks were orderly, and they were ready to attack at any time.
This was her Element, the Land of Holy Light. This polarized defense and blessing Element was one of the rarest AoE Elements in the whole of The Amber Sword. This Element was actually an Element that was similar to the Element of Time. It allowed people to trace back thousands of years of memories, and obtain the experience and skills they wanted from it.
At this time, the cultists were no longer facing a ragtag army of commoners, but an army of ancient heroic spirits. If not for Hipamila's ability not being pure enough, these people would have sprouted wings and turned into an army of angels when the Extreme Plains unfolded.
Hipamira used this ability not only to save the lives of these civilians, but also to use the light beam to guide Brando's position. She knew that when she drew the Elements from the Elemental Pool, the Count should have known that there was a battle here.
Andesha was stunned. She had seen blessing spells before, but she had never seen a blessing spell of this level. If the bishops of Farnezain were all at this level, then the Kirrlutzians and the Wind Elves would not be far from being destroyed.
She opened her mouth and tried to urge the cultists around her to hurry up and stop the small fries. But while she was smart, the others were not. Some of them were already cramping up their calves and were ready to retreat.
"You guys go and delay the Disciples of the Black Flames. They are no match for you. I will deal with Andesha." Hipamira did not waste her breath on the battlefield. She shot out as soon as she finished her sentence.
The ruby on her finger glowed slightly, and the power of the selfless spirit manifested. Andesha could feel her body brimming with energy, and her explosive power, reflexes, and insight were all enhanced. She swung her hammer towards Andesha. Andesha's confidence was boosted, and she could feel the power of the selfless spirit surging through her body. Andesha could feel her body brimming with energy, and her explosive power, reflexes, and insight were all enhanced.
Andesha was not surprised, but happy instead. After the second corruption, her strength was a level higher than when she was in the Loop of Trade Winds. Now that she was facing Hipamila, her strength was two levels higher than hers.
She did not expect Andesha to seek her own death.
At this point, she could no longer be bothered with those useless disciples of the Black Flames Sect. With a wave of her hand, a vine whip shot towards Hipamila who was in mid-air.
But when the vine wrapped around Mountain's Descent, Andesha felt that something was wrong.
Her Law of Corrosion did not have any effect.
Of course, Andesha was thinking too much if she wanted to use her Law of Corrosion to corrode the Divine Weapon. At this time, the first sheep's head on Hipamira's left little finger glowed. The Seal of Virtue manifested.
Faith in Will, Perfect Spirit, Supreme Virtue.
The ideal of a Knight's life, the Perfect Spirit, manifested in Hipamira's body. This was a Flawless Will. If Brando's Wall of Will allowed him to deal with most mortal spells, then Hipamira could ignore some of the more fundamental things.
In an instant.
All the Lines of Law around Hipamila, whether it was the Lines of Law from the Holy Land or the Lines of Law from Andesha's Elemental Corrosion, all of them deviated and were no longer under Hipamila's control.
Andesha's eyes almost popped out of their sockets: "Supreme Will Barrier, Nullification of Laws!"
… …
(Author's Note: I said I would rest for a day, so I'm back ~)
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