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You know, it is said that the church has the punishment of pulling the soul out of the body of a professional and imprisoning it.
Most people are not afraid of death. It is just a temporary pain and they can just endure it. But endless torture is a little unbearable.
As a result, the entire Sol continent was talking about it at that time, marveling at what courage it took to go against the church.
The result was not discussed, but they remembered the names.
Half a year has passed. Although the time is not long, it is enough to put it in a corner of my heart.
When the gods mentioned it, everyone remembered it.
The city lords suddenly realized.
It's him?
That’s not surprising…it’s still very strange.
Even if an apprentice magician has amazing talent, he can only be promoted to the beginner level in half a year...
They remembered something and stared blankly at the man who was floating calmly in the air in front of them.
The companion raised his elbow and gently nudged Danielson, muttering, "Junior magician?"
"Can your junior magician block the mage's mental perception?"
"Yeah, that's right." The companion scratched his head, "But... you mean, it took him half a year to climb from a junior magician to a top magician?"
There was a city lord wearing light armor next to him, who said expressionlessly: "I have stayed at the peak of the Sky Knight for decades, and I am only half a step away from being a Paladin. I can't sense his magic fluctuations either."
The three people's whispers were faint, but everyone present was a high-level professional with keen hearing, and they basically heard every word clearly.
Then, they were confused.
He is a Saint? What can he do in half a year? How long did it take me to break through to the higher level? What is his body made of?
This incident seemed to be more severe than the impact brought by God's descent.
So much so that Danielson, who finally spoke to break the silence, did not ask how he had offended the god first: "Ai... City Lord Zhang Mu, you... were a junior magician half a year ago?"
Then?
Zhang Mu frowned and recalled for a moment: "It seems so."
"Where are you now?"
"Mage."
Do you take me for an idiot?
Faced with such perfunctory "deception", Danielson felt a little depressed.
Let's assume he's a wizard. He clenched and unclenched his fists several times and confirmed again: "From a junior magician to a wizard in half a year?"
When he asked, Zhang Mu finally figured out why the group of people suddenly fell silent, and said with a smile: "People's physiques cannot be generalized."
Of course.
Danielson and his companions, as well as other city lords, all agreed with Zhang Mu's opinion.
The question is, isn't your difference a little too... ridiculous?
Just when everyone was keeping their heads down and silent, the two grand dukes suddenly jumped up.
Their figures disappeared from the spot, and when they reappeared, they were facing the city lords, blocking Zhang Mu and Avril.
Zhang Mu didn't understand. What was going on? They weren't kings...
"Junior, the process is very complicated. I will explain it to you after it's over." Avril held up the ice-blue magic tower, her eyes alert to the city lord opposite.
"Your name is Zhang Mu, Mr. Porter's last student, right?" Blois asked with his back to him.
"Ah."
"The situation is urgent. As Avril's uncle, I will not pursue the matter of you deceiving me for the time being." Bulova poured out all his magic power. "Pestoy and I were seriously injured.
If it were only the city lords from various places, we would be able to stop him, but his strength is at its peak, and we would probably die in the royal capital.
Of course, it won't be that easy for him to kill us. It will take at least a few hours to determine the winner. During this time, you should take Avril and run away. The farther the better."
Zhang Mu had also heard the "true words" of the gods before, and knew why the three people were so nervous and alert.
The city lords did not have much devout faith in the gods. If it was for something they cherished, they might have the courage to resist, but Zhang Mu was definitely not something they cherished.
Therefore, the allies who were standing on the same front not long ago were about to turn against and besiege Zhang Mu in the blink of an eye.
But he wasn't going to escape.
"You two, I..."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Pestoya stopped him sternly: "Do you think we are acting in a love drama?!
Don't waste time, run away immediately!"
The noise here also woke up the confused city lord.
They all looked up, ignored the light man in the sky, and then looked at Zhang Mu with complicated expressions.
They admired the man in front of them very much.
Putting aside the terrifying speed of advancement, the mere confrontation with the church is already amazing.
That is... God told us to kill you. If we don't...
The city lord, who was dressed as a magician, had just thought of holding back and letting the man go when the light man above his head stretched out his finger.
next second.
"what!!!"
He seemed to have suffered extreme torture, his wailing was horrifying, and then his body shattered. Amidst the blood mist, a transparent shadow floated high into the sky and soon fell into the palm of the light man.
The man of light clenched and kneaded it gently with his hands as if he was playing with a beloved object. The city lord's miserable scream seemed to be the bone-chilling coldness from the underworld, penetrating into everyone's bones.
Finally, He seemed to have had enough fun, and He exerted force with His hands, and the hoarse screams came to an abrupt end.
The city lords seemed to wake up, their stagnant breathing started again, and the cold sweat on their backs soaked their clothes and stuck to their skin.
Gasping for breath, Danielson's mind, which had not yet been completely defeated by fear, was filled with confusion.
If the gods can take action, why don’t they just plunder Zhang Mu’s soul directly, but instead force us to do it?
Obviously, from the slight confusion hidden in the panic-stricken eyes of the city lords, it can be seen that they had the same idea.
It is also clear that they are unable to think of a good reason.
He is God, a being that is incomprehensible to mortals.
But there is one thing they clearly felt.
No one dared to look up, the sadness in their hearts seemed to have burst a dam and could not be stopped.
At one time or another, they all wondered whether God was manipulating the church to fool mortals.
And now...
God fools mortals?
Stop joking, God doesn’t bother to deceive people, He will do whatever He wants to do.
We...can only accept it.
humiliation?
No, in His eyes, it is a gift and a glory.
Do you think everyone is qualified to be "insulted" by God?
Stop making trouble.
"Haha...hahaha..."
Danielson's crazy laughter was the despair that comes from having one's human dignity trampled upon and crushed.
His companions listened to his shrill laughter and slowly clenched their fists, not letting go even though their nails pierced their skin.
We are not even puppets.
Seeing God's sudden action, everyone understood why he wanted to "force" them to take action.
Zhang Mu glanced at them. Some were laughing, some were disappointed, and some were angry.
That's what's going on.
"Senior, this god is not a good thing."
The relaxed tone awakened the three people who had frozen expressions.
Avril turned her head to look at him, and a bright smile suddenly bloomed on her dull face: "Well, it's really not fun."
The joy of the two did not infect Blois. He said in a low voice: "I thought we were fearless rebels, but it turns out... we are just clowns performing for God."
"Hey~ Don't say that..." Zhang Mu wanted to make a joke to ease the atmosphere, but after noticing the city lords who surrounded him without making a sound, he said, "They are determined to kill us. Let's prepare for the battle."
Pestoya was very depressed, no longer as decisive as before, and her tone was flat, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her: "Carry out the original plan. You guys run, and Blois and I will cover you."
"Okay, let's run away." Zhang Mu took out the staff from the storage bag. "The idiot above me is talking. People all over the continent can hear him. Where can I escape to?"
After that, he continued to say to the two silent people: “Doesn’t he want to watch the show?
Since you don't want to act, why don't you just have some backbone and overturn the stage for him? What's the big deal about committing suicide?"
There was a little light in the lifeless eyes of the two men.
Yes, overturned his stage!
Seeing that they were motivated, Zhang Mu started to exercise. Besides, I was not alone.
The gun array is still downstairs. If they kill the old man sent by the second prince, won't it be a piece of cake for the two of them to deal with the hundreds of city lords who have suffered heavy losses?
As for the subsequent siege from neighboring countries, come on.
Zhang Mu sneered in his heart, raised his staff and said to the city lords who formed a circle: "Why are you looking at your father?!"
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"The fight started."
The young Pope stood on the roof of a carriage traveling on a dirt road, gazing towards the capital, and spoke to Leah, who was sitting at his feet with her knees hugged.