Outside the Temple of Fate, High Priestess Trisili slowly got up.
The voice was still lingering in her ears. Trisili's face was filled with a kind of piety as if she was on a pilgrimage. She stared at the direction of the Half-Elven Palace.
"Sylph."
Trisili gently said the name, and then as if she had gained some kind of firm belief, she strode toward the Temple of Fate.
Along the way, the priests in the temple gathered around and asked at once:
"Your Excellency, what was that just now?"
"Was it the oracle of the Goddess of Fate?"
"Did the [Blessing of Blood] you presided over succeed?"
…
Trisili put down her hands and made a gesture to calm them down. She said, "Everyone, now I have something more important to do. Please allow me to explain to you later."
Only then did the priests realize that there was a silent Armored Man behind Trisili. At the same time, there was a crisp sound of horse hooves outside the temple. Obviously, this place had been surrounded by the Blood Cavalry.
They suddenly realized something, and their faces turned pale. They didn't dare to say more and let Trisili lead the Armored Man into the temple.
After passing through the prayer hall and a quiet corridor, Trisili led the Armored Man to a wooden door.
Knock, knock.
Trisili gently knocked on the wooden door and asked, "Marquis Vincent, are you inside?"
There was no response.
Trisili was about to knock again, but suddenly she found that her arm was grabbed by the Armored Man behind her, and then pulled back violently.
"You …" Before Trisili could ask the question, the wooden door in front of her suddenly exploded.
Boom!
Countless fine wood chips flew around under the huge impact. Trisili widened her eyes and looked in horror at a war hammer the size of a baby's head coming out from behind the door.
Fortunately, the Armored Man blocked in time in front of Trisili. The war hammer hit the Armored Man's chest hard, and suddenly a deep dent was made.
But the Armored Man didn't seem to feel it at all. He didn't retreat but rushed into the wooden door with an indomitable momentum.
Boom!
The terrible power completely smashed the shaky wooden door, and large pieces of wood and dust filled the space.
Trisili was thrown out by the Armored Man. She staggered a few steps before she steadied herself against the railing.
Raising her head, she saw Marquis Vincent sitting upright on a chair, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand. He looked at Trisili coldly and said, "
"High Priestess, I didn't expect you to bring me such a surprise."
After the ceremony, Trisili told Marquis Vincent that she wanted to personally confirm the results of the ceremony. Only then did she leave the temple and go to Half-Elven Palace.
However, when Marquis Vincent heard that god-like name, he immediately guessed that he might have been betrayed.
Trisili smiled faintly and replied, "Sir Marquis, Her Majesty the Queen has given birth to a daughter successfully. Shouldn't you go and congratulate her?"
Marquis Vincent sneered, "Do you really think you've made a wise choice, Trisili? But let me tell you, people like you who don't keep their promises and go back on their words won't be valued by anyone! "
Trisili said expressionlessly, "For the glory of the goddess to be able to shine on this land, sacrificing my reputation is nothing."
The corner of Marquis Vincent's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.
He could see that this High Priestess of the Goddess of Fate was a crazy believer. She couldn't be judged by common sense.
Trisili also didn't say anything, quietly watching the battle in front of her.
Similar to the priests of the Church of Radiance, the priests of the Temple of Fate weren't a fighting profession. Trisili saw the situation in front of her and didn't have any thoughts of going forward to help. She only hoped that the mysterious armored man sent by Earl Angelo could smoothly subdue Marquis Vincent's guard.
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Under the powerful attacks of the armored man, Marquis Vincent's knight guard had no choice but to retreat step by step.
The aftermath of the battle spread out in the narrow space, causing the whole building to shake.
Dust and gravel rustled down, as if the whole building would collapse in the next second.
"Who are you?" Marquis Vincent couldn't help but ask.
He knew that his guard was a fifth-grade knight. To be able to suppress him like this, it had to be a sixth-grade knight.
But when did the half-elves have such an expert?
As for the Angele family, Marquis Vincent didn't think that they would have a fighter of this level.
Even the House of Saint Hilde might not be able to send such a sixth-grade expert to Silvermoon City.
The armored man didn't pay attention to Marquis Vincent's question. The sword in his hand turned into a shadow, constantly stabbing at the vital points of the Eastern Knight's body.
The Eastern Knight dodged left and right, barely dodging, but suddenly found a silver sword drawing a strange curve in front of his eyes, instantly chopping at his right hand.
Chi!
"Ah!"
The Eastern Knight screamed. His entire right hand was cut off, and the warhammer in his hand fell to the ground.
Marquis Vincent's expression changed. He got up without hesitation, threw the wine glass in his hand at the armored man, and then rushed to the window.
Bang!
Seeing Marquis Vincent break the window and escape, the armored man immediately chased after him.
Boom!
At this moment, the wooden cabinet by the window suddenly exploded, and a knight bathed in golden light rushed out.
He was also wearing a heavy armor and holding a long spear. His whole body was like an angry black bear, charging at the armored man.
The armored man was caught off guard and was stabbed in the waist by the long spear.
The huge impact made the tip of the spear instantly penetrate the armor and come out from the other side.
The Eastern Knight didn't have the slightest intention of holding back. Holding the spear with both hands, he continued to charge forward.
Boom!
The armored man was pushed back by the long spear until he slammed into the stone wall, creating a big hole.
The situation took a turn for the worse, and Trisley, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, could not help but exclaim. But before she could react, she saw Marquis Vincent, who had fled, suddenly appear at the hole behind the Armored Man.
"Go to hell!"
Marquis Vincent sneered and stabbed a sharp sword into the armored man's back.
But just when the Eastern Marquis thought the situation was settled, the armored man suddenly stretched out his hands and quickly reached forward.
The Eastern Knight in front of him was careless and couldn't dodge. His steel-like fingers were inserted into his helmet.
Snap.
A drop of red blood dripped from the armored man's fingers and splashed on the ground.
"Ah ah ah!!!"
The Eastern Knight covered his bloody and empty eye sockets with both hands, raised his head and screamed.
Before Marquis Vincent could react, he saw the armored man in front of him suddenly turn sideways. His right hand stretched out like a viper and instantly grabbed his throat.
"Ah ah …"
Marquis Vincent looked at the seemingly unkillable armored man in horror, his mind blank.
Although his whole face was hidden in the armor, Marquis Vincent seemed to see the corner of his mouth grinning.
"Marquis Vincent, you have been captured again."
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