Chapter 157.1

"Chen... Your highness." Probably because of the inner agitation, Dewey's voice has become a bit dry and hoarse: "you should have something behind you?"

Prince Chen smiles. The expression on his face seems to have no reservation of trust in Du Wei. His expression is mild and his smile is genial: "Du Wei, I won't hide you. Of course, I have a backhand. The power of the temple is limited in the imperial capital. After all, the imperial capital is the center of the Empire. In order to ensure the absolute dominance of the royal family in the imperial capital, the temple must abide by the agreement that the number of the Holy Knights stationed in the imperial capital should not exceed 500. Therefore, although the temple was moved by me this time, they only sent 500 knights. These 500 people can consume part of my brother's strength, but they are not enough to turn the war around. I, of course, have a backhand. "

Dewey can't think of it. In the imperial capital, in addition to the magic trade union, in addition to the temple, is there any one. The strength of individual combat power and the dispatch organization close to the army are enough to unite these hundreds of enemies into a terrible force.

And... After all, they are the Holy Knights of the temple! How influential the temple of light is on the mainland, even many soldiers. They are all devout believers. Although those who dare to follow their own coup are all loyal and effective subordinates, and the fighting in the square has become a red eye, now they are calm down. Many soldiers think that they are against the temple which is revered as a God in their heart. This act of betraying their faith alone can make many soldiers demoralized!

Looking at the leisurely retreat of the knights, general Juncker suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Sure enough. After the holy knight's order retreated 20 meters, this temple guard with amazing fighting power suddenly divided into two teams to stand away on the long street. Two old men in white robes slowly emerged from behind the order. There was no one on the white robe of that month, but the very appropriate cut, together with the almost holy and flashy light on the faces of the two elders, and the solemn and sacred color in their eyes, had already indicated their identities.

Members of the Presbyterian group of the temple of light!

It is said that every member of the Presbyterian group of the temple of light is an old man who is devout and hard-working all his life. Everyone is good at a special divine skill. This magical system is distinguished from magic on the mainland. It's a system of its own. Although magicians have not always looked up to this so-called magic. However, the temple of light has always claimed that its divinity is a special honor given by the gods to the devout clergy who serve the gods. Although that's a bit of a religious advocate (Dewey thinks so). But there is an undeniable fact: in the past dynasties, there is really no one outside the temple can learn magic! Even a magician who is proficient in magic. But they can't learn magic.

As the name suggests, the so-called earth God magic refers to the magic used by gods.

However, it is said that the clergy of the temple of light, after all, are only the spokesmen of the gods in the world, so they can only learn some low-level divinities, and the Pope of each generation may be favored by the gods and master some high-level methods.

Divinity is totally different from magic, and most of the divinities known in mainland China are healing and restoring techniques of the light system. The waist is an auxiliary mode of spiritual comfort and lightness. In direct combat, the effect is not as powerful as most attacks.

However, there are a few of them with powerful power. The most famous one, Dewey has heard of, is the so-called great prophecy. Of course, that's the power of the gods. However, it is said that the Presbyterian group is a very mysterious existence in the temple, and each elder in the Presbyterian group is only good at one kind of magic. If you're lucky, the members of the Presbyterian group you meet are good at healing magic, then they naturally don't have much fighting power... However, if the members of the Presbyterian group you meet happen to be one of the few who are good at powerful magic with terrible lethality, then they are absolutely an object that even powerful magicians are absolutely not willing to provoke!

Therefore, the Presbyterian group is a very complex existence, because you don't know whether the Presbyterian member you meet is a harmless angel or a terrible strongman!

But Juncker is now facing the sudden retreat of the holy knight order. As two indifferent old men in the legendary white robes of the Presbyterian order appear in front of him, their bodies float slowly

Yes, it's floating. These two elders, their feet are a little bit away from the ground. They are so short in the air, but they float out like ghosts. This floating magic, at least from this calm and free, is far more natural than many magicians' Flying Magic!

Besides, Juncker is not a fool. At the moment of bloody battle between the two sides, the members of the Presbyterian group sent by the temple are certainly not harmless angels! Then, it must be the elder who is good at powerful magic.

The two old men floated slowly from the long street, and the Holy Knights on both sides shot a kind of heartfelt reverent look at them. Such a look shot from the eyes of these devout Holy Knights confirmed general Juncker's conjecture: Presbyterian order!

The two elders were drifting so strangely that there was no breath in their whole body, and there was no brilliance exposed at all. These two elders seemed to be extremely dignified, but they seemed to have no strong breath. They just stopped about ten meters away from general Juncker. General Juncker thought of all kinds of Legends of the mysterious Presbyterian group in the temple, and could not help but sweat!

In a sense, magic has almost the same deterrent power to people on this continent as magic. It's just the magic of another situation. On the mainland, there is a popular saying: if you want to deal with knights, you can send knights to deal with knights. Of course, magicians are better. If you want to deal with magicians, then you have to use magicians. In Juncker's view, magicians and magicians are almost the same. To deal with magicians, naturally, the best choice is to use magicians to deal with magicians. Although he is a powerful warrior, he is not arrogant enough to challenge two powerful magicians. What's more, the two enemies who can calmly perform divine magic under the protection of the strong Holy Knight Order! They can make up for the weakness of the close body, they can cast magic without blocking. The great prince naturally saw the Holy Knight Order invite the Presbyterian group out of the temple. However, now that the Holy Knights have been killed, since the temple dares to send the Holy Knights to participate, it's not surprising to send the Presbyterian group again. The eldest prince's face was ugly, but it was expected. He whispered to a "Knight" in armor: "Sir, magician, please." The "Knight" made a low, astringent voice, and then Jie said with a smile: "I just want to see the power of the legendary divine skill in the mainland. This divine skill has been only famous, but I haven't seen it... Hum, these divine sticks can only pretend to be gods and ghosts." With that, the armor suddenly fell from the horse in place. The arms, breastplates and helmets turned into parts one by one and fell at the foot. A black air floated out of the armor, as if with vitality, and quickly floated to the place where Juncker and changlaotuan faced each other in the distance. Prince Chen, who was standing on the wall of the city, was almost smiling. He looked at Du Wei with a smile: "look, my elder brother has made another stupid move! The biggest defect of his staff is that there is no outstanding magician. That dark guy is probably the necromancer who intercepted us on the way two nights ago... Hum, this is the only powerful magician my elder brother has recruited. It's a pity that if he let him out on such an occasion, he's just looking for bad luck! "