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Although Lance only survived in Ferrondor for a while, he still has a certain understanding of the mysterious power composition of the entire Creland plane.

There are three main users of mysterious powers that transcend the secular mortals. The most mainstream and powerful of them are the wizards. The gathering places of wizards are everywhere in every corner of the Creland plane, and Ferrondor is only one corner of the west coast of the southern continent. Legend has it that in the middle and north, there are extremely powerful gathering places for wizards, where there are even wizards above level four. Even the most powerful Blue Mountains and Black Gold Fort near the west coast are only wizards of level three.

It can be said that wizards have powerful mysterious powers, but they disdain or have no time to deal with humans, so they rarely appear in the world.

In addition to wizards, there are two other users of mysterious powers, which are also considered to be the mainstream professions of Cliland, namely the magician and the sorcerer. The latter is the rarest, after all, there are not many descendants of powerful creatures such as ancient gods or demons; while the former may even be much larger than the most mainstream wizards in terms of number.

The reason is very simple. Even an ordinary person has no talent. After joining a church of a god or a false god, as long as his faith is pious enough, he may be given gifts from the gods and obtain at least one divine art. Even if most of these people obtain divine arts with relatively low levels of [Holy Charm] or [Healing Slightly Injured], they are also sufficient to obtain the title of [Divine Artist].

The magicians believe in gods, and they will devote their lives to developing believers for the gods they believe in. The more believers they develop, the more favors they bring down. The magicians firmly believe that their souls can ascend to the heavens built by gods for believers after their death - but the wizards scoff at this.

In the words of a legendary (level 4) wizard many years ago: "Only those brainwashed idiots believe that level 6 wizards will have the courage to seize souls with the monarchs in the world of the Dead. Not to mention whether those people have mastered the means to keep their souls forever is also a questionable thing."

In other words, for wizards, the so-called gods are just images created by wizards above level six to strengthen themselves through another means - that is, to collect the faith of mortals to strengthen themselves. According to the information passed down by ancient wizards, it can be seen that a level four wizard can be called a [Legend] and a level five wizard can be called a [demigod]. Once you reach the realm of a level six wizard, it is not wrong to call yourself a [God].

Because the power mastered by those wizards is enough to make them called gods in one universe.

From this perspective, the proud wizards have always been disdainful to the magician. However, this is the first time Lance has encountered a magician, and judging from the light swordsman he summoned, this guy's magician should not be very weak.

He immediately became interested.

At this moment, a phantom flashed by, and Dora broke free from her handcuffs and appeared inside the execution ground.

"Leave this guy to me!" She said, and the dagger held in both hands rotated half a circle, and her whole body quickly rushed towards the swordsman of light.

"Eh?" Landry showed a hint of dissatisfaction.

But before he could speak, Lance jumped up and jumped onto the platform, facing Priest Lockhart.

Landry was completely angry: "He is mine!"

"I'm sorry, those knights are yours. You are better at dealing with them!" Lance smiled.

Landry held the little girl's hand and turned around.

More than a dozen guardian knights in armor surrounded him nervously.

"Will you kill them?" the little girl asked, blinking her big burgundy eyes.

Landry laughed and said, "Kill them? Of course not."

His wrist trembled and a staff appeared in his hand.

The knights showed a blank and frightened look on their faces. They were instinctively afraid of these strange men who suddenly appeared. They saw with their own eyes that the best swordsman in the temple was frozen silently into an ice man, and they didn't know what to do.

The leader of the leader gritted his teeth and roared: "Kill them and eliminate the heresy!"

"The goddess's brilliance will always bless us!"

Tuk tuk. More than a dozen horses galloped over and rushed towards Landry and Scarlett.

The onlookers immediately held their breath. They didn't want to miss every magical detail.

The knights seemed to be coming in full force, but for Landry, their movements were a little slow. His spell had been chanted as soon as they shouted slogans.

"This is the skill of [quick casting]. I have seen it in that book. You are wizards, right?" Scarlett asked curiously when his eyes lit up.

Landry smiled indifferently and pulled the staff in his hand gently.

The light blue frost aura condensed into a leaping ice hockey. It jumped wildly in the air, jumping from the head of one knight to the head of another knight. Every time the ice hockey hit the head of the knights, it would rebound high and land accurately on the head of the next knight. The knights at the ice hockey point were temporarily frozen into people wearing frost armor, just like the black-armored swordsman.

In the blink of an eye, the small ice hockey jumped continuously, and more than a dozen knights and horses were frozen into ice.

The little girl's eyes suddenly widened, and the onlookers also showed a look of horror.

Landry said proudly, "Look, that's why that guy said I'm good at dealing with them."

...

On the platform, sweat flowed from Lohart's forehead.

This time, he was really sweating, not acting for the goddess who didn't know whether he was paying attention.

The others on the platform had already run aside in panic, leaving enough space for the priest and Lance.

Lance glanced at the inside of the execution ground. Unexpectedly, Landry had already dealt with all the guardian knights. His ice-type spells were the most suitable for dealing with mortals. These ice armors would not keep them in the freezing forever, but would make them lose their ability to move. And for the next month, they were in a relatively weak state. As for the sequelae, some weak guys might suffer from conservative arthritis in their later years - but these were not within the scope of Lance's pity.

On the other hand, Dora was having a lot of fun fighting with the Swordsman of Light. The guy summoned by Lohat is not weak. Even if Lance faces him, it will take some time to deal with the other party. The other party's speed is very fast. Most people can't keep up.

"Mr. Lockhart, looking at your expression, it seems that you are not very optimistic about your strength." Lance took a step forward.

The old man asked with a cautious look: "Who are you?"

"External. Wizard." Lance said concisely: "The last identity...the one who killed you."

After saying that, he raised his hand and a fireball came out.

Lockhart snorted coldly, and the teachings in his hand burst into brighter light.

A thin layer of light covers his body.

The fireball hit the light shield. The latter trembled slightly and quickly calmed down.

"The second magical art is here." Lance smiled slightly: "I heard that ordinary magical artifacts can only use three magical arts in a day. Unless the divine power you believe in is particularly powerful, you can obtain more than three magical arts - but according to my observation, the so-called Moon Qin Goddess is not a particularly powerful god, otherwise you will not have worked hard to find this lost half plane to promote the doctrine."

"Ignorance caster!" Lohart pointed at Lance and sang loudly: "In the name of His Highness the Goddess, I will purify the evil demons like you!"

A sharp blade of light appeared above the Scripture. Seven consecutive white lights fell from the sky and hit Lance.

A burning sensation came from Lance's skin, and the exposed skin began to make a chirp sound, and it was roasted red by the huge heat.

"This charlatan finally got a mistake and was wrong once. I'm really an evil demon."

Lance secretly complained in his heart, and before the sharp blade of light was activated, his figure disappeared from the spot!

"Hmph! Want to avoid the goddess's judgment? It's a fantasy! The holy light can have the ability to track automatically..."

Lockhart's smug voice went from high to low, and eventually became silent.

Because he was shocked to see that Lance's speed was unparalleled. The seven holy lights that could have automatically tracked the target were actually at their speed!

"What a terrible speed!" When this thought came to his mind, Lance had already appeared behind him!

The Holy Light immediately called over.

Lockhart's heart thundered, and countless small orange light spots flashed by in the afterglow.

Then there was a slight beeping sound. A thin light cover whine, and it was immediately broken under the penetration of the magic flying needle.

The next second, orange light spread across the sky, the old priest stared at his eyes, and drops of blood oozed out of his skin.

The Scripture in his hand fell to the ground with a snap, and the holy light and sharp blades also dissipated in the air.

"Goddess, you will punish...you..."

Lockhart finished saying this with his body straight, and finally fell down, and he was breathing in the blink of an eye.

"It's very common, no wonder wizards look down on magicians." Lance put away the flying needle and thought so in his mind.

The huge Tros Square suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief. Lohat was the highest priest of the Yueqin Temple in Baicheng. In the entire Baicheng, no one can shake his status except the old city lord. Even though many people have been dissatisfied with what Lohat and the temple have done in recent years, they dare not confront him head-on.

The reason is very simple. Lohat is in his hands with the magical arts of the Yueqin Temple, and there are even a powerful guardian knight on his side. Even the city lord guards dare not face him who mastered the magical arts.

However, such a guy who was extremely powerful in Baicheng died so easily at the hands of the boy.

This gave everyone a particularly ridiculous sense of unreality.

The fanatical religious elements suddenly fell into a dead silence. Lance stood on the platform and glanced around.

After a long time, he slowly said: "White City does not need a temple."

There was silence in the crowd, and no one dared to respond to his words.

At this moment, an old voice rang out: "Well said."

"White City does not need a temple."
Chapter completed!