At the east gate of Leinster, countless white-robed people around the thin middle-aged man held up torches and surrounded the youth group at the door. The night breeze roared endlessly, but the air here seemed to freeze.
Bradley's voice reverberated in the night, and everyone's attention was focused. Everyone was waiting for Roja's answer, but this question was too tricky for the teenager.
The name of the director who assigned him to this issue touched on Roja’s greatest concern, and that is the interpersonal relationship of this era. This is a situation that he can hardly grasp when entering historical fragments. It is like a sharp sword that stabs him directly. The weakness.
Under the light and shadow of the torch, the black-haired boy was silent, and Bradley's mouth was mixed with a smile and murderous intent. Just as he was about to give an order, Roja suddenly spoke.
"Bradley, where are you brave enough to let me name the director in public?"
As the believers looked around, the black-haired boy gritted his teeth and asked sternly. The middle-aged man couldn’t help but pause. Bradley looked at Roja in anger and was stunned, and found that he did ask some questions, but everyone was watching. But he didn't want to change his words. More importantly, if he didn't speak out in public, Bradley would need to talk to Roja privately, which he absolutely couldn't do.
Because Bradley is a puppet school.
The puppet school has no combat effectiveness when the puppet is launched, and if the puppet is not launched, the combat effectiveness has improved, but it is still far weaker than the same level.
The other party might have come to assassinate him. How could Bradley be so stupid to stay with him
"...These are trustworthy devout believers, you can say."
After thinking for a moment, Bradley said with blinking eyes, but what he didn't know was that Roja had already expected his answer.
"Huh, devout believer?"
The golden pupils of the black-haired boy who heard the words lit up, and an angry smile appeared on his face.
"Before I came here, I thought you would be devout believers, but after entering the city, I only felt an emotion..."
"fear!"
"What did you say?"
Bradley asked angrily, but Roja ignored him. He gritted his teeth and scanned the nearby crowd sternly, and then asked loudly:
"In less than a week, Leinster was occupied by three-quarters. The council's orders were not implemented at all. Even the supporting Plante died on the road. When you fled in a hurry and retreated, in your heart Has there ever been the glory of a mother god?"
"You! Bradley Dennis! Fearful and stagnant! What piety are you talking to me?"
"What is piety? Hundreds of years ago, the young Director Douglas returned to the arms of the envoy on the vast sea is piety! His soul will always follow the great mother god, but you? How are you better than him? Bishop Deli?"
The black-haired boy stared at the middle-aged man in front of him with scorching eyes, making Bradley's complexion changed greatly.
Director Douglas, this name has long been no longer circulated in the Saints, but Bradley is absolutely clear, because strictly speaking, he is the Bradley faction, which is the early leader of the puppet school in the Saints. According to legend, he reached Source Level 2 at a young age, but he entered the arms of the divine envoy ahead of time in order to drag the enemy during the mission.
Although Douglas' deeds are public, no one knows except for the descendants of the Puppet Cult a few hundred years later. If Roja can name this, then the only possibility is to read the documents at the time at the council headquarters. , And using Douglas to compare Bradley can be said to be a rather cryptic reprimand.
Douglas was already Source Level 2 at a young age, and his status was as high as a director. Bradley had just broken through Source Level 2 at such an age, and he was just a bishop. Douglas fought stubbornly and returned to the embrace of the gods in order to believe. Bradley was nearly defeated and embarrassed. The two are simply not comparable.
Thinking of the middle-aged person here, his complexion turned red, but he didn't dare to speak casually, because this reprimand of Luo Ya had already implicitly proved his identity, and it made him panic.
Is it really the emissary
Bradley looked embarrassed, his eyes wandering, and Roja did not pursue it anymore. He took a deep breath, as if to calm his anger, then looked at the middle-aged man and said calmly:
"You ask who made me come, and I tell you, all the members of the council unanimously transferred me from Shuangjiao Port. Strictly speaking, I am a special envoy. It seems that the letter from the council has not arrived. It’s normal if you don’t know me."
"Shuangjiao Port?"
When Bradley, who was familiar with the name of the place, his eyes widened again. It was the dormant place of the gods only known to the senior leaders of the Holy Trinity. Radley had been there once when he was young, and he was one of the few bishops who knew about it. Roja came from Shuangjiao Port, so he was almost certainly a high-level person directly under the council.
Douglas, who thought this way, believed in the boy again, and Roja, who found the bishop's reaction when he heard Shuangjiaogang, shrank and continued to speak:
"But you don't know me, you should know this breath... This is a blessing bestowed on me by the divine envoy."
The black-haired boy raised his hand as if accepting the grace of God, and the next moment the white mist began to condense in his palm. It was the terrifying icy air from the frozen ground. It was the tip of the iceberg where the land was once frozen and the monsters exterminating civilization. When it was released, the believers promised to feel anxious, but Bradley was struck by lightning.
This is the breath of the envoy of the mother god who is sleeping in the abyss of the sea!
Bradley, who had been to Shuangjiao Port and felt the chill, was excited. At this moment, he completely believed in Roja's identity, and at the same time, his eyes became enthusiastic when he looked at him.
"Knowing, knowing! Honorable ambassador, I am extremely sorry, please forgive me for being rude!"
"Quick! Put away the weapon for me!"
The thin middle-aged man yelled hurriedly while apologizing. The believers who heard the order hurriedly put away their swords, their eyes full of awe looking at Roja, the huge scorpion puppet bowed back to the back of the crowd, and Bradley was full. A friendly face came to Roya's side.
"My lord, the previous ones were all misunderstandings. I heard the information from the informant. I heard that the bastard Santos intercepted Lord Prandtl's envoy. This was a little nervous and led to a misunderstanding."
Santos? It should be the leader of the Brotherhood of Redemption.
Roya listened to Bradley's low voice apologizing. He glanced at the dim city in the dark and asked faintly:
"It's okay, what's the situation now?"
"Uh, my lord, the situation on our side is really not so good..."
Bradley said with a bitter face about the situation in the last few days, Roja's expression sank after hearing it, and the former's heart couldn't help but chuckle.
The current situation seems to Bradley to be overwhelming. By then, the board of directors will not be able to complete the task. Whether his life is left or not will depend on the energy of the envoy, so he treats Luo. Ya is extremely careful, but what makes him strange is that when he heard that the monsters that Saint Jie will face are the black armored soldiers and black priests who act in the dark, the face of the envoy becomes weird.
"Take me to the front."
After thinking about it for a while, Roja calmly said the request, Bradley hurriedly agreed, and personally escorted him.
So the brigade under the city gate began to change directions and rush to the front line. When they arrived half an hour later, the front line was fighting fiercely. The believers of the Holy Trinity Society were in distress under the whispers of the monsters' profanity. He counterattacked with long-range spells, but there were hundreds of black-armored soldiers emerging in the dark, one after another.
Yes, it’s impossible to fight in close quarters, almost unable to advance the front, constant reductions in personnel, and endless rounds of battles day and night. This has been the situation of the Saints for a week, while the Brotherhood of Redemption can rest during the day and give it to the monsters at night. Offensive, the advantage is unimaginable.
With this tactic, the Brotherhood of Redemption defeated all forces, and the Society of Saints was the final finishing touch before they attacked St. Freya Academy.
And obviously, tonight is another night of defeat.
The obvious battle situation made the believers feel desperate, and the maddening whispers pressed everyone’s nerves. Even if reinforcements came, morale did not improve. Facing this situation, Luo Ya raised his eyebrows and looked at the cloth. Radley.
"Is this the monster you are talking about?"
"Yes, my lord."
Roja laughed mockingly when he heard the affirmative reply from the middle-aged bishop. The next moment he stepped out and went straight out. Bradley was shocked when he saw this, but he was taken aback when he wanted to stop him.
Wait, why doesn't the head hurt anymore
The bishop who stopped moving was strange in his heart, but Luo Ya did not stop.
So on the battlefield where everyone was retreating, the black-haired teenager went upstream alone, gathering hundreds of eyes, his body released strange fluctuations as he walked, and believers who passed by in pain one after another. After being liberated, the crazy warrior was calm again. When he walked to the forefront, his thin figure was covered with starlight, and his thin body seemed to be blocking all the walls.
Under this miracle, Bradley was stunned, and the soldiers stared with bated breath. In the eyes of all eyes, the black-haired young man held his sword high. He looked back and revealed a solemn face, and his golden pupils were shining like twinkling lights.
"I, Holy Envoy Roja, came to support Leinster by the order of the council to bring my brothers and sisters out of pain and fire."
"Pious believers, the time for your dedication is coming. The glory of the mother god needs our protection. For this, the great miracle has come! The dirty whisper can no longer enter our ears!"
"Tonight, at this moment, I appear here, and it is the mother god who is watching here!"
"Fearless warriors, devout guardians, please gather around me!"
The black-haired boy opened his arms as if embracing the gods. After a moment of silence, the roar of the mountains and the tsunami burst out behind him. The believers who had witnessed the miracle came out like a god and rushed towards him with crimson eyes. The figure in front.
The next moment, the black-haired boy issued an order.
"Follow my footsteps and charge!"