"Before answering this question, can I know where you discovered him?"

"He took the initiative to come to me."

Momer couldn't believe that a mortal, a witch, an irrelevant two-polar figure had almost zero chance of intersection in each other's lives, but the result was unexpectedly absurd.

"He once had a name, you must be familiar with it." Heris continued.

"Who is he?" Mommer hurriedly said.

"Drank Xialan." Herris said the other party's true identity in a plain tone, and there was no need to hide it from Mommer.

"...It turned out to be him?" Mommel thought for a while and frowned, "But his age and appearance are completely different from the description he wanted at that time! And, isn't he dead?"

"When he met me, he was indeed not far from death." Heris wrote lightly: "But I not only saved him, but also replaced him with a new body."

"So that's it." Momer couldn't help but suddenly said. "No wonder his strength has improved so strangely."

"After you say it, he seems to have brought you a lot of shock?" Heris said.

"Indeed!" Momoer said with a solemn expression: "In more than half a year, he has been promoted to the superior level, and even reached the power of the law realm in some ways. Even when facing the superior peak with a far-reaching strength, he may win."

"He did not disappoint me, indeed." Heris said in amazement.

"Is he the Thirteen Knights you selected?" Mommer asked.

"It's just one of the options to be decided," Heris said. "He is far from qualified at the moment."

"This time I come to Cologne, I hope you bring Grahyde and the others with you." Mommer said.

"No, I will come alone this time." Herris said in a unquestionable tone: "They have other tasks."

"But..." Mommer worried: "The people you contact are too dangerous. If the negotiation fails, the consequences will definitely be unimaginable if there is a conflict. Don't forget that this is too close to Revelation Mountain."

"Hmph! Do you think Revelation Mountain is still in the mood to take care of us now?" Heris snorted coldly.

“…”

Momer sighed secretly and stopped dissuading him because he knew he was unable to change the other party's thoughts and decisions.

Click—

With a light sound, the Croos snail in Momer's hand finally could not withstand the erosion of the power of the law of space and began to disintegrate layer by layer, and finally turned into a delicate red sand and slowly slid from his fingers.

The communication ended in silence, but there were many things in my heart that I had not finished speaking. I haven't seen it for three years. Some people have become passers-by in life, while others have always been worried and obsessed with it. Especially when loving someone, the deeper it is, the more restrained it is. Even if there are thousands of words, it is difficult to express the inner emotions.

He was looking forward to her arrival, but he didn't want her to come. Perhaps he was in conflict or entangled, and he could not help but see or not.

The wind in the distance chaotic makes the tranquility and beauty of autumn, like an ancient well lake that stirs up layers of ripples. Everything becomes strange and restless. The magnificent waves of the great era always appear in your life inadvertently, silently, like a dream but not a dream. When you wake up, you are already in confusion and panic.

The chaos in Cologne is still fermenting, and the carnival of sin is like a feast to vent ugly humanity. The cry of grief and despair spreads in every corner of the town where misfortune occurs. The army that originally guarded people has betrayed their faith, and the deliberately negligent and laissez-faire attitude makes them more like the craftsmen who have created all these tragedies.

The church, which was blinded by many forces, was too late to realize the strangeness. Facing the messy Cologne, the only thing the church could do was send people to contact the Knights outside the city for emergency rescue. Unfortunately, all the people they sent were missing and their whereabouts were unknown.

"Are you really not going to dispatch the Knights to quell the chaos in Cologne?"

If Mommor is the one who knows the situation in Cologne best in the Knights, he has always remained silent and seems to be not worried about the investigation of the church afterwards.

When Xia Lan met the other party in the martial arts venue, he was suspicious and couldn't help but ask.

"According to the military operation regulations stipulated by the Church, no member of the Knights is allowed to leave the garrison or dispatch troops without obtaining the clear official orders of the bishop in the local jurisdiction."

Momer was practicing swordsmanship slowly with a strong upper body, waving a big sword in his hand.

"Actually, are you worried about the backlash from the other side?"

Xia Lan would not believe the reasons he gave.

"Since you know it in your heart, why ask more questions?"

Mommer said expressionlessly.

"I just regret that you gave up the opportunity to be a hero."

With the armed forces of the camp, the Knights of the Holy Tribe, it is not difficult to clear the monsters and monsters that have caused trouble in Cologne. Even if the ban on marching in the temple is violated, the credit is definitely greater than the fault. The problem is that Momer chose to remain indifferent, and it seems that he is simply afraid of the other party exposing his identity.

"Heroes often live too tired, and I don't have the potential to be a hero," Mommer glanced at him casually and said, "What? Are you planning to be the savior in the hearts of the people of Cologne?"

"Yes." Xia Lan nodded and answered unexpectedly.

"What do you think?"

Momer's big sword swinged stopped in the air, and his eyes were filled with strangeness.

"I want to use this as the stairs to get into the core of the church." Xia Lan said.

"Is this what Heris means or what you mean?" Momer put down the sword in his hand.

"Is there any difference between the two?" Xia Lan asked.

"Is there any difference between obedience and making good decisions?" Momer asked back.

"What if the latter can bring greater benefits?" Xia Lan said.

"I'm not a pedantic person, but you should be clear that the latter means far from the risk you can bear." Mommer calmly said.

"I understand your consideration from your own standpoint, but don't forget that I am not you. In terms of strength or importance, in Herris' eyes, I was just a chess piece that I unintentionally set up. Even if I have any accidents, it will not affect her layout." Xia Lan said: "On the contrary, what if this chess piece played an unexpected role?"

Mommer glanced at him deeply and said, "I can't understand one thing, why do you care so much about Heris."

"I have my reasons." Xia Lan said.

"It's a pity that I can't provide you with too much help." Mommer said.

"I only need a team of twenty-man squads of the Holy Knights who are waiting for my orders." Xia Lan said.

"Twenty people are too many." Mommel shook his head. "Ten people are already my limit."

"Thank you." Xia Lan said solemnly.

"I will explain later that this is your own private action." Mommer waved his hand.

"clear."

...

...

Now that Cologne has become a tiger's den, Xia Lan's adventure to go to Cologne again is tantamount to seeking death. However, opportunities and risks coexist. If you want to emerge from the temple, if you want to complete the system's tasks as soon as possible, and if you want to not eliminate the future treacherous era, then he must make this life-threatening decision.

Life and death are destined to be rich and noble. I don’t know when he began to become brave and fearless, no longer had to think carefully about everything like before. Since he could not grasp the lifeline of the future, only by rushing around could he gain a glimmer of hope. With such erratic thoughts, he didn’t know whether his choice was right or wrong.

Wearing silver armor, Xia Lan wrapped her helmet with one hand and straddled the handsome white war horse of Fengshen. The cool breeze gently caressed and the cloak flew. Facing Momer, who was leading a group of sacred knights in front of her, she looked at each other for a long time, silently, without a declaration of mobilization in front of her, and without inspiring encouragement. She understood what she should say and what she should do.

"When you leave, the road ahead is dangerous. Please take care of me. I hope you will return in triumph and not fall into the name of a knight in the Holy Tribe."

Xia Lan slowly put on her helmet, her eyes showing calm and deep. He gave a knightly salute to Momer, and then pulled the reins. With the sound of the war horse raising his head and neighing, he and the other accompanying sacred knights gradually moved away until they disappeared from the end of their sight.

Looking at their departure backs, Momoer stood for a long time, and a sigh was heard under his face, who could not see any expression, because he knew that this rash action would completely lose his subordinates.

The ten sacred knights he sent to Xia Lan may not be the strongest, but they must be the most experienced warriors with the richest combat experience. Losing any one is a loss to the sacred.

He told the ten knights about the situation in Cologne. This operation was intended to save the innocent people suffering in Cologne. It was only because of the conditions of the military operation of the church that it was impossible to send troops to suppress the crowd on a large scale. Therefore, he could only take this worst policy, hoping that they would suppress the refugee riots as much as possible and rescue the people of Cologne from the fire and fire.

Establishing the moral commanding heights and occupying the great name. As the most determined executor of the doctrine and faith of the church, these ten sacred knights had no reason to refuse this glorious task. Even if this task violated their code of action, everything came naturally as Mommor expected.

For Xia Lan, who was in charge of their captain, anyone with a discerning eye knew that he was Momoer's confidant. Moreover, the strong strength he showed in the incoming ceremony was enough to gain everyone's recognition. As long as his combat command order was not too outrageous, they would still be willing to obey the order.

Since the beginning of the refugee riot in Cologne, all the city gates were ordered to blockade and anyone was strictly prohibited from entering and leaving. When the riots in the city were in full swing, the people trapped in the city who were trying to escape were blocked. No matter how they cried, the soldiers responsible for the city defense were indifferent. The masterminds who controlled the city hall and the army gave a ridiculous reason. It was found that cultists in the city caused chaos, and the cultists refused to let the city gate go before they were arrested. For this reason, the desperate people at the city gate had a fierce conflict with the city guards, and finally ended with bloody suppression of the city guards.

Instead of suppressing the refugee riots, soldiers put their swords on innocent people, and you can imagine the despair and resentment in people's hearts.

When the outline of Cologne gradually emerged from the distance, Xia Lan, who led ten sacred knights to rescue, slowly took out a javelin while the horse galloped. As the city became closer and closer, the city guards who were waiting for the battlements could clearly see the battlements of the city walls, Xia Lan raised the javelin, and the airflow that could be seen with the naked eye lingered in the javelin that gathered the violent aura.

No explanation, no communication.

Just a few dozen steps away from the city gate, the javelin in Xia Lan's hand suddenly threw out.

The next moment.

A huge hole broke out from the city gate.

Xia Lan pulled out the long sword from her waist and shouted with a cold expression.

"Green, the ninth battalion of the Knights under the Knights of the Holy Tribe, was ordered to enter the city to quell the rebellion. Anyone who blocks them will be killed without mercy!"
Chapter completed!