The possibility of you not turning the tables, Sauron pointed out mercilessly that even if I guide you to know some fur, it is not enough to see the real Knight of the Sky Realm.

"It's better than not." Ulier tightly grasped the long handle of the ice sword, "Don't forget, I'm a knight too."

What kind of knight are you

"The Knight of Proverbs."

Sauron stopped talking.

Weird runes flew out of the ring and attached to the ice sword. Uriel suddenly found that his magic power flowed into the long sword uncontrollably, and the giant slashing sword started to move as if it had life, pulling his arm and slashing forward.

At this time, Lemons was about to cross the battlefield and walked behind York. Two mercenaries rushed forward. Before they could get close to the distance between the sword blades, they were swept away by the Paladin. The little gray wolf showed his claws, and every hair on his body was urging him to turn around and run away. Memi howled, and turned into a wolf body, trying to pounce in the swell of black fog.

The Holy Realm would not care how sharp his claws were. Before the two contacted each other, the Holy Sword would cut the werewolf's soft belly. The nightmare in the illusion was so clear that Uriel was unwilling to experience it again.

He charged forward.

Lemons didn't even need to turn around. Durandal began to draw a half-arc in the air from his predecessor, and then hit the blade of the ice sword first. A powerful force forced Urial's arms to bounce, as if he was hit by a thin knight's sword but a huge rock.

"I don't have a memory." The Paladin said coldly. Once the sword face turned, the little ghost who blocked the road several times was about to completely lie down.

Unexpectedly, the Ice Sword folded in the air, turned around and fell to the top of his head, just in front of the apprentice. The sterling silver blade of the Holy Sword was only three inches away from the tip of Ulier's nose, and he felt his fingers cramping.

But it was blocked, and the frost traces and sparks exploded at the intersection. Uriel didn't believe that his sword with both hands could not compare to a delicate command half sword. In fact, the difference between the two was not the mystery, but the huge size.

Lemons was pulled by the force and turned sideways, making a scream of surprise. The apprentice's weapon was indeed heavy enough, but he was not forced to retreat. This may only be the method of exerting force.

Uriel pursued the victory. His sword blade finally became agile and his moves were no longer straightforward. He slashed Durandal with one sword, and then turned around and another sword. This continuous slash was connected in one go. Every time the Ice Sword was swung, it triggered the roar of wind and snow. The melted ice crystals flew everywhere, and some splashed on his face. The apprentice felt that it was as hot as sweat, almost boiling.

Meimi seemed to be there, and was so excited that her hair was covered with black mist.

"Enough" Lemons finally got rid of his interest in fighting him, "You have made great progress, but that's it."

Durandal's counterweight crystal lit up. Ulier felt the magic in the air suddenly active, and condensed into a golden-red slash line under the traction of the light. He rolled on the spot without thinking.

Bai Ye Judgment cut open his cloak, and the wind blows him all over to the stone wall. The apprentice almost heard the sound of bone breakage. This time he tried several times, but still didn't get up.

The temporarily learned sword technique, the runes of the Paladin Priest Sauron, who could not defeat the parliament, were dim.

"They are all fighting for you, hurting you, and suffering for you." Lemons stepped over the apprentice and walked towards Memi, who was still stunned. "Do you feel guilty, child?" His blade shone with light.

The little wolf's ears twisted, and it was hard to say that his eyes were not shaken.

"It is because of this that I can live up to their efforts." Memi hoped that he could not hear the hesitation in his response. Suddenly he remembered Alora, the fairy lady who also cared about the fate of the entire race when she seized the fire of King Alanwo. No, I don't need to be responsible for the werewolf. I dreamed of getting rid of the crazy nightmare of the full moon.

"As long as you are still alive, they will keep giving. Do you think this doomed effort should continue, is that true?"

No, no, no. Meimi stood there and reappeared her human form. "But what can I do?" He trembled all over. "What can I do?"

"The goddess will refer you fairly, child."

"I am a believer of Broken Moon." The werewolf admitted desperately, "I am Broken Moon itself."

"Light guides you the way. Dedicating yourself to justice and justice is not easy. I don't need you to have the enlightenment of a Paladin. It is impossible for mortals to do it. What you should do is trust the light and trust the agent to convey the will of the symbol of justice." The head of the Paladin stretched out his hand to the little gray wolf, "no need to hesitate."

Memi walked towards him blankly.

"Don't believe his words. Everyone has the right to survive. This is not what anyone gives or allows, and there is no need to pay."

Uriel supported the Ice Sword and was finally able to stand up. "Gaia told every believer to love life and life. Life does not come for reason, but the meaning of the soul is itself."

Lemons stood still, "very positive doctrine, but too selfish. If the soul is rooted in evil, it is undoubtedly empty and humble. The guidance of the goddess of virtue should not be understood in this way."

“I think every Gaia believer has a different understanding of His teachings,” said Ulier. “Some are straightforward and easy to understand; some are very vague, but also very real.”

"You rarely go to church at first sight." The Paladin saw through him.

I even forgot His hymns. "But I will not confuse the value of life and justice." Ulier fought back.

He turned to the werewolf, "There are many factors that make you live, Memi. I only understood this truth not long ago, otherwise you might see me behind the bar in a tavern. I just want to tell you that people are free individuals, and this freedom destined us to make continuous choices throughout our lives. It is the choice that determines us, justice and evil, mediocrity and extraordinary, no matter whether the future is good or bad, please don't forget that your destiny does not belong to you alone. The future of people is intertwined, and one day you will understand its meaning to each other."

Sincere words cut open the flesh and blood and penetrate the internal organs of the bones. Tears flashed in the werewolf's eyes.

Lemons whispered in a daze, "What does people mean to each other." His voice was like a dream. "Ali"

He almost returned to the battlefield of that year and fought with his superiors in blood. Soon death came one after another, and he was the only one left. On a specific day, he went back to Zangwell's cemetery to stare at the name on the stone tablet, and their lives were engraved into a sentence, devoting themselves to justice.

The flames burn the heart, and justice lasts forever.

"I don't think I'm fighting for Lucia," said the Paladin softly. "There is a fire burning in my chest, a flame of firm, a fervent fire. I prayed to the goddess for a vain desire, and I departed from my path when I chose."

He watched Uriel raise his sword at him again, and solemnly face his apprentice, Durandal shone with light. "Your philosophy convinced me, but I must ensure the recovery of the Broken Moon, whether for my faith or other meanings."

This is still a kind of success. Ulier tried his best to think about it. He did not learn the etiquette of his hands and his sword holding posture looked very bad.

"You've tried your best, haven't you?" Lemons couldn't help asking.

"As long as I can stand up, I don't think I can do my best," replied Ulier. "And the oath is not something that can be torn with the excuse of doing my best."

"You didn't make a promise to me," Memi sobbed and said intermittently.

"You are not a beautiful and cute girl, why should I confess my feelings to you?" Uriel felt the chilling hilt of the sword almost stuck to his hands. He took a deep breath.

Whenever you make up your mind, it is a promise.

Lemons stepped out and the blade moved forward.

Magic is boiling

Melt flow

Bai Ye Judgment

The torrent of flames roared and rushed into the air, and the light wings burst out layer by layer. Durandal was like the scorching sun of the flame moon at this moment. The knight held up the holy sword, and the sun wheel rose on the horizon.

The terrible heat burned the air, and the crowds in the melee dispersed like a tide. The brilliant sings stirred among the stone walls of the street, making the narrow alleys covered by dark clouds look like the magnificent temple of Zangville.

Run away quickly. Idiot. Sauron's tone was completely screaming. You'll be burned to ashes.

Uriel turned a deaf ear. He tried his best to stand in place. The airflow that rubbed his skin made the apprentice feel like he was falling into purgatory. The magic evaporated like a stream of water in this high temperature. He simply removed his precarious defense. For a moment, he felt that his blood seemed to be ignited.

Ice spread across his arms.

Although I don't know how you can warn him with a white magic ring, the current environment is the mystery of the ice and snow on the ring level that cannot take effect. Don't be illusory, you still have a chance to avoid the dead end.

If I chose to retreat here and the apprentice thought, then I would also deviate from my own path. The power of the Avatar is unparalleled, and the Paladin is an opponent he cannot defeat. But compared with the Avatar, there are things he cannot deal with behind him. That is the oath I promised when I embarked on the road to truth. This made him like an idiot and didn't know how to escape.

"This is the Blade of Sin," Lemons told him.

"No" Memi howled. "Don't go." York pulled him. The mercenary gritted his teeth, turned around and forced the white-robed priest to retreat with a sword. She didn't care and prayed devoutly to the glory not far away.

The broken ice all over the ground evaporated. The only frost that could not melt was the sword in Ulier's hand. He felt the coolness from his palm in the incandescent torrent. The pure light pierced the heart. Ulier raised the ice sword, and the golden runes that were different from the magical arts were entangled on it. I could not fight against the empty realm, but Joey could. Even if the streets were flooded with heat and light at this moment, he had only this path to go.

The Holy Word Calls

"Under the throne, everyone in all fields"

Ice and Snow Crown

The thorns bloomed under the scorching sun and withered in an instant. The ice sword made a slight cracking sound.

"It's still early to dawn," said the bishop. "I think you are planning to kill him. Lemons will not be indifferent anymore. After all, he is my successor and the leader of the Paladin. Our inheritance can be traced back to the Battle of Dawn, the Silver Song Knight of the St. Milund's League."

His words are no clearer than the wind.

The white messenger stepped onto the altar in silence, and the dark moonlight circled around him, but he could not make any progress. At this moment, extreme cold came, and Kamaria began to snow. The rapid change of the climate brought about storm and lightning. He opened his arms and the freezing air began to rage.

"What are you going to do?" Daniel didn't understand what chance he had. "It was just a futile struggle. The White Envoy I wanted to know was not a person who could not afford to lose."

"I just suddenly felt that I hadn't done my best yet," the messenger replied.

Clara Clara

The fine and shattered sound sounded at the feet. The bishop lowered his head and saw pale frost covering the ground of the palace in an instant. The frozen air wrapped the castle, invading the streets, and advancing wildly towards the edge of the Yuedu.

"This mystery, the door to the truth of order" Bishop felt an unprecedented mystery in the young man, and he could hardly speak. This power came from the same source as the aloof praise and the ice and snow crown that the messenger used, but far exceeded the scope of the ring level, and even the limit that the empty realm could achieve.

The flame burns the heart. The bishop whispered, and he could not control his heart. The flame burns the heart, and justice will last forever. "Lucia is above, please give me guidance."

This is the mysterious sublimation of the realm of emptiness

Amid the creaking and frozen sound, the crystal snow lines continued down, and the communities of the castle were like ice-built snow. The temperature difference made the atmosphere stir up the clouds and tear the sky, until the blizzard swallowed Kamaria's dark tall city walls.

"Eternal winter has arrived." The young man recited a spell, and his voice and blood were blown away by the wind.

City of Silver

Uriel almost felt the breath of death as the blade fell.

The thorns on the ice crown were too weak, melting into a misty snow water. The sound of vaporization came from the darkness, and the flames eroded the frost. The collision between cold and heat showed an overwhelming disadvantage on one side. He smelled the wet breeze when he breathed, which was full of the fragrance of the sun and the freshness of the winter snow, guiding him to the path of the past.

Finally, the sword that Joey gave him broke with a click, and ice crystals scattered all over the ground.

The uneven ridges reflect colorful light, closer to the sun than the flames. Ulier suddenly remembered the huge and precious smiley ore he witnessed when he crossed the tunnel with Memi and York. Its lava born in the center of the earth is a mysterious gift from nature. It is a unique scenery that only adventurers can understand.

Maybe I can't be considered an adventurer's enlightenment. Ulier thought, but no matter what, at least I am worthy of the scroll of vows. At this moment when even the dream is gradually fading, the holy sword of light and heat is about to fall.

Snowflakes suddenly floated in the sky.

The Paladin's arm was paused, and Durandal solidified in mid-air.

Silver and white instantly drove out all colors, light and shadow, gold and red. There seemed to be only cold and cold tones left between the sky and the earth, and the sound of the wind was hoarse in the ears. Lead-gray clouds were like waves surging in the wind and rain, emptying around under the drive of the cold current. Ulier raised his head like a falling dream and saw the sea of ​​stars lying in the purple-blue night. He felt his cheeks gradually regain his perception of the cold, and the apprentice's vision blurred.

Kamaria has become a city of ice and snow.

The mysterious erosion of Venewards was curbed at the last moment

A faint scream and shout came from afar, and Uriel could no longer hear it. The battlefield was also quiet, as if time was frozen at this moment. In his eyes, there was only the holy sword of light and flames that were close to him, and in his hand there was only the broken hilt of the sword.

"Under the throne." He choked and chanted in a low voice, "Everyone in all fields." The ice-like flowers of thorn bloomed in front of him, woven into the crown of winter. The frost became an extension of his thoughts. Uriel stepped forward, and Kamaria's blizzard turned into a blade of winter, slashing Durandal's light silver front with one sword on Durandal's long silver front
Chapter completed!