Noble Emblem

Hearing what the other party said, Beta also laughed: "If you set a time of half a year or a year later, that would be boring."

Everyone around him was looking at Abraham with suspicion, even his subordinates had the same look. After all, the Glory Showdown almost always involves throwing away the gloves and getting ready to start immediately. This is the first time I have seen such a designated time and place.

This in itself is a sign of cowardice.

"Okay, you set a time." Beta smiled and didn't care. Killing was just a means. Lowering the Zoroastrian Cult's prestige in this city was his ultimate goal. As long as he achieved this goal, it wouldn't matter whether he could fight this duel or not. It doesn't matter.

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will wait for you at the entrance of the temple." Abraham took a breath and said slowly.

Beta smiled slightly: "No problem."

Peter saw all this from a distance, and then left with the knight in golden armor.

That night, the news that Beta and Abraham were going to have a duel of glory quickly spread throughout the city. Most wealthy people know that it is not the dragon that cannot cross the river. The newcomer, the ‘Cult of Wealth’ whose origins are unknown, since he dares to provoke a duel of glory, must be someone with bad intentions. This time the Vulcan Cult is being targeted.

Time passed quickly, and in the afternoon of the next day, Beta appeared at the door of the Fire Worship Temple on time.

The sky was cold and an icy wind was blowing. Beta walked through the snow and immediately caused a commotion.

Maybe it was just because of boredom. Many people who knew about this incident gathered near the gate of the temple. Carriages were parked far away. Most of the male nobles chose to get out of the car to watch, while the female nobles, Then they sat in the car, lifted the curtains, pointed at Beta, and smiled coquettishly. Some even joked with each other, taking the time to peek at Beta, with blushing faces.

There were several guards standing at the entrance of the temple as if facing a formidable enemy. When Beta arrived, he was not in a hurry and just stood there.

If Abraham didn't come out, the people around him would definitely think that he was timid, and the longer it took, the more people would think so.

Perhaps because of his reputation, Abraham came out not long after, followed by an old man with a white beard.

Beta has investigated and already knows the identity of this person, the archbishop of the local Zoroastrian temple, Mieff.

As soon as the two came out, they looked at Beta with unkind eyes, especially Mieff, with naked hostility.

"Hmph, young man, don't always think about making a big deal." Mieff walked up to Beta first, looked at the latter for a while, and said coldly: "It's still too late for you to quit the Glory Duel now, so don't do anything wrong. wrong."

Beta chuckled and said: "It's just a duel of glory. What a big deal it can be. Old man, you have to have a broader vision. Don't be as narrow-minded as ordinary people and make a fuss when something happens. You are an archbishop, not a young man."

These merciless words made Mijeev's lips tremble with anger.

He snorted again and returned to the temple.

If Beta plays any conspiracy, Midev is not afraid, but things like the Glory Duel are fair and square no matter how you look at it. Using such a method can only be regarded as a conspiracy, and Midev is not good at it. To deal with this kind of "stupid young man" who just comes up and makes a fool of himself.

Seeing that the archbishop could not make the young man in front of him retreat, Abraham sighed in his heart and walked up.

He had actually planned to leave the city with his wife last night, but after hearing someone challenging Abraham to a duel of glory, Mieff sent someone to keep an eye on him. As a result, he couldn't find his wife. Opportunity for wife to leave.

Abraham also understood that his little thoughts might have been guessed by Mieff. In desperation, he had to seriously consider the glory duel.

Priests are generally divided into two types, combat priests and gospel priests.

Evangelical priests are good at understanding doctrines and are relatively proficient in auxiliary and healing magic. The battle priest is very obvious. Priests who are good at combat magic can wear heavy armor, hold light shields and one-handed hammers, and rely on various auxiliary magic. They can be regarded as half warriors who understand magic. treat.

Combined, their combat effectiveness is not much worse than that of warriors of the same level, and because of their knowledge of divine arts, on some occasions, they are even much stronger than warriors.

Abraham held a one-handed hammer with flames attached, wore half-body armor and a horn helmet. He walked up to Beta and said slowly: "In the name of the God of Fire, Abraham comes for a glorious duel. The winner will own the loser's possessions." Everything, and the loser will die."

Beta smiled and said: "Yes, the loser only has one death. If you surrender, I can spare your life and let you go."

There was something moving on Abraham's face. Now that he was very close to Beta, he seemed to be able to vaguely feel the power of Beta. He was already determined to die, but after hearing Beta's words, he couldn't help but have some other thoughts. .

After all... many times, the so-called glory is not as important as life.

But Archbishop Mieffe was behind and coughed slightly.

The sound was like a sharp thorn that penetrated directly into Abraham's body, sending chills all over his body.

"I, Abraham, in the name of the challenger, declare that the duel has officially begun...ah..."

Abraham had just finished speaking and was about to raise the one-handed hammer in his hand, but at this moment, his whole body stiffened and large mouthfuls of blood spat out from his mouth.

At this moment, a gold translucent long sword stabbed his heart. After Abraham's body stood still for a few seconds, he fell backwards and fell to the ground, splashing a circle of flying snow.

After a few seconds, a surprised uproar sounded.

It was so fast. In less than a second, the winner was decided between the two sides. All the bystanders were stunned, speaking words that even they themselves did not understand. They simply could not believe what they were seeing.

Mieff's face turned livid... Abraham was the second master in the temple. Even if he wanted to deal with Abraham, he could win, but it would take at least several minutes to take him down, but the opponent just killed him with one sword. Abraham was killed, and no one even saw clearly how Beta walked in front of Abraham from several meters away.

"Help him collect his body... Count all the belongings of Abraham's family, as well as the house deeds, and send them to this... Excellency from other religious cults."

Midev gritted his teeth and gave orders, and the local Fire Worship Temple was responsible for the aftermath of the Glory Duel.

"No need to go to so much trouble. Wherever this...Abraham's home is, I can just live there." Beta squinted her eyes and smiled: "Maybe you are too old, old man, and can no longer fight in a queue, otherwise I would I also want to propose to you that I can give you money and a house. Your Zoroastrian religion is so profitable."