"Down with heresy! Protect our children, our families."

Finally, a believer called out... In fact, this person was a entrusted by Mijeff.

"Kill heresy and protect the temple."

"All heretics deserve to die, and those who have no faith deserve to die."

Then there was a response, and the excited believers shouted wildly, their eyes were red, as if as long as the enemy appeared in front of them, they would rush up bravely and tear the enemy to pieces.

The nobles watching the surroundings looked at the believers with a rush of momentum, and they couldn't imagine what if the target of the believers was their hostility to themselves? They could only escape in panic.

Looking at the fanatical believers around him and listening to the roar like thunder, Mijeff was very satisfied. The corners of his mouth were bent with a smug curve... No matter how strong the heresy was, he would have to admit defeat when he encountered so many believers attacking him. Besides, that temple would definitely have no way to make the city warm like the Temple of Vortex.

As long as he bit this tightly and let the believers spread the matter, the heresy would definitely not be able to build a temple here.

Mijeff felt that he was a little stupid a few days ago, so why didn’t he think of this?

But just when he was proud, he heard a voice suddenly sounding in his ears: "The incitement is quite strong."

Mijeff's body suddenly became stiff. He turned around with difficulty, and then found that at some point, someone appeared beside him. After closer inspection, it was Beta.

This is a high platform surrounded by believers around him. He felt his mouth was very dry: "How did you... come up."

At this time, the other believers naturally saw Beta, and they were also surprised by the appearance of the latter. It was too sudden, as if there were suddenly more people on the platform.

In fact, this is not a strange technique. The main reason is that Stanlow has too few magicians, most of them are priests and priests.

The power of the priest and the priest comes from the gods they believe in, and they actually don’t have much knowledge of spells. Last night, Beta had already let Joan of Arc quietly place space transition coordinates on this high platform late at night, which is what is commonly known as teleportation coordinates in the game.

If Mijeff was a serious magician, even if he was only lv3, he could sense the faint magic fluctuations generated by the magic coordinates at close range. However, he was a priest. Although he could use the power of a god, his sensitivity to magic fluctuations was far less than that of a pure magician, and even compared with a sorcerer.

"I am a spellcaster, and teleportation is not a very difficult skill to learn." Beta grinned.

Mijeff looked at Beta, trembling with anger. He suddenly pointed at Beta and shouted to the believers below: "It's this person, this heresy, who killed our church member Abraham. What do you think should you do?"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

After a brief silence, nearly a thousand believers roared in unison.

The angry believers in the front row had already rushed over with great momentum. Beta believed that if ordinary people fell into their hands, they would definitely be torn to pieces.

What a fanatical group does is often terrible.

Mijeff was extremely proud. He really didn't expect that Beta would be so idiotic and came to him. He planned to leave the platform so that he would not be affected by disaster.

But his body was about to move when Beta grabbed his arm. He tried to struggle, but found that the opponent's strength was amazing. He struggled with all his strength, and he couldn't let the opponent's arm shake. He was so strong that he didn't look like a spellcaster at all.

More than a dozen fanatical and angry Zoroastrian believers were about to rush to the platform, and Beta could even see the bloodthirsty light in their eyes.

"Shut up!"

The sound was not very loud, but suddenly suppressed the sound of the entire area. The believers shouted enthusiastically that if a ball of flame could be condensed, then Beta's voice was a large glacier that directly pressed the flame down, and it was destroyed without even smoke coming out.

A dozen believers who had just rushed up rolled down like gourds and urinated on their pants.

In an instant, all the believers around them either squatted on the ground with their heads in their arms and shivered, or knelt down and begged for mercy.

The one who is closest to Beta is Mijeff. He is a professional and dares to feel scared, as if he is shrouded in the breath of death. In fact, he is now more scared than those believers.

Because Mijeff saw him, Beta's bright golden pupils turned into a snake-like vertical cord.

Although Mijeff does not have much ability, his knowledge is still somewhat. He has seen this kind of eye shape in a certain book.

"Dragon...Dragon"

Beta did not pay attention to Mijeff's murmur. He looked around. No believer dared to look at him wherever he saw. Even the nobles watching in the distance could not see Beta clearly from afar, they felt their stomachs trembling.

Noble momentum.

This is Beta's talent and specialty, which has a shocking effect, but he almost doesn't use it very much, because for ordinary people, the "effect" of this talent is too exaggerated.

Moreover, in addition to the aristocratic momentum, the level gap between him and ordinary people is too large, and he has formed biological level suppression. If he does not restrain his momentum, it is easy to form a suppressed aura. In this aura, most ordinary people may not even dare to say anything.

The aristocratic talent, coupled with the suppressed aura generated by the biological level, produced a special superposition effect. Ordinary people did not even dare to look at Beta, and the people in the inner circle did not dare to move around, so they could only lie down and tremble. The believers in the outer circle were less affected, and many people had already begun to escape.

Looking at the group of people kneeling around, Beta stood on the platform like an emperor.

But he didn't have much excitement, only emptiness, which was why he always suppressed his noble talent.

"I came up this time and just clarified two things."

"First, I did kill Abraham, but I had a glorious duel with him. If anyone wants to launch a glorious duel against me, I will accept it immediately."

"Secondly, our temple of wealth can guarantee that in the cold winter, we can protect you. Now I will show you the evidence."
Chapter completed!