Noble Emblem

Henry ran towards the center of the city. It looked like he was falling into the enemy's net, but in fact it was the only way to survive in desperation.

The circuit has been blocked by the heroic spirits. He is now mentally traumatized and his strength has been greatly reduced. It is impossible to break through the siege and go inside the city. As long as he restrains his energy, the distance at which the heroic spirits can detect him can be greatly reduced, and if he can After finding Afanlin, the two of them rested for a while, waited for the wounds to recover, and then worked together to fight out. It was not hopeless.

As soon as he escaped, the morale of the remaining light priests was greatly reduced. In the desperate screams, their souls were snatched away by the heroic spirits, chopped into pieces with a knife, and turned into magic fragments.

However, there was a priest of light whose soul was torn to pieces and was surrounded by a bunch of heroic spirits.

There was a female heroic spirit who transformed into a leather whip and whipped the soul of the Bright Priest hard. There was a strange buzzing sound in the air. This was the appearance of a spirit when a large number of souls were turbulent.

The priest's soul was whipped around, and after a while, he knelt down and begged for mercy. He opened his mouth and said something, and then he was swarmed by other heroic spirits and torn into pieces.

The ball of light formed by Avalin fell on the streets of the city and transformed into a human form again. Several souls walked by. Like a frightened bird, he directly hit Paypay with a bullet, breaking one of the female souls into pieces before reacting. Now, these are just ordinary spirits, not heroic spirits.

Before coming, it was recorded in the books in the sanctuary that heroic spirits rely on their mental power to perceive things, so he restrained his mental power and was about to leave and hide.

At this time, another ball of light flew over. Afanlin was startled, but then he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was Henry.

Henry covered his chest and looked at Afanlin with an angry look: "You actually ran away first?"

Avalin looked above, where they had been just now. The place was already surrounded by heroic spirits, and some heroic spirits had begun to disperse, as if they were looking for them.

"Didn't you escape too?" Afanlin lowered his voice and said as he walked into the alley: "If Archbishop Henry is really brave, why didn't you stay and save those believers just now?"

Henry followed behind and frowned: "How dare you talk to me like this?"

"Why don't you dare?" Afanlin said as he walked: "If it were in front of other people, of course I would have to give you some face, but now there are only two of us here. You have to know what kind of people you are."

After all, Henry was an old man and the city was very deep. He said with a sad look on his face: "From the beginning to the end, I never meant to abandon the church members. They asked me to leave first. After all, our mission is more important than any one person's life." more important."

Afanlin wrinkled his face and felt a little nauseous, and then he felt a little nauseous himself. He knew very well that he and the other party were on the same path.

The two of them gathered their mental strength, wandered around, and found an inconspicuous house to stay in... In this house, there was a family of three eating lunch.

There is translucent food on the table, and the three souls are eating happily. They are repeating the happiest days of their lives.

Avalin and Henry sat together and watched quietly.

After a while, Afanlin asked: "How should we get out of here? I think it won't be long before the French royal family will block the entrance to the royal tomb."

"If they block it, let them block it. We will hide here until they relax their vigilance."

Avalin asked again: "What about the heroic spirits? They will continue to search for us. Unlike those tireless heroic spirits, we will get tired and hungry."

"It's a big place here, and there are very few heroic spirits. If we hide well, it won't be a problem. It will be difficult for them to find us." Henry smiled, then tapped his finger on the table, and a piece of water and a piece of bread appeared. He continued: "As for hunger, sorry, that's not a problem either."

Avalin squinted at the food on the table, then looked at Henry, and then smiled cheerfully: "Archbishop Henry, you are really thoughtful in your work. What price do I need to pay to get these things."

His face changed so quickly that he was speechless.

Food creation... This is the specialty ability of summoning magicians.

Although the magic of food creation sounds very low-level, in fact, it is a four-ring magic, which is a type of high-level magic. Although Alice is a summoner, she belongs to the lineage of elves, so she can't do it either.

In the Temple of Light, one cannot learn the art of food creation. And Henry actually knows this kind of high-level magic. Needless to say, he must have good attainments in summoning magic.

Beta can also create food, but he can't make this magical scroll at all. Players all have space backpacks, and food is placed in them and will not expire. Besides, what type of food can they want to store? Isn’t it much better than the bread and water of food creation? In addition, the space backpack is very large and can hold several tons of food without any problem.

Another point is that the cost of food creation is relatively high.

Therefore, in Beta's personal opinion, food creation is a useless magic.

But for the professionals in this world, the art of food creation is a rare and good magic, and the number of people who know it is pitiful.

After all, it is very difficult for them to have a clean meal in the wild without space in their backpacks.

"It doesn't cost anything." Henry smiled and said, "Just in case we can return to the Holy Land, you can put in a good word for me."

Afanlin was silent for a while and said, "Okay."

He heard what Henry meant... If the mission was successful, the credit would go to Henry. If this mission failed and they returned to the sanctuary, then he would have to bear the blame.

It sounds very unfair, but Afanlin knows very well that being able to survive now is the greatest luck. Whether it is fair or unfair, you have to live to have the opportunity to consider and judge.

Henry pushed the water and bread on the table in front of Afanlin.

Afanlin ate the bread without saying a word. Just halfway through eating, the two of them frowned.

"Why do you use magic randomly..."

They almost accused each other in unison.

Then the expressions of both of them changed drastically at the same time. They jumped out of the window, and then came back to see... there was a 'sunlight' magic hanging on the top floor of the room.

The light emitted by this magic was very warm, but when the two of them saw it, it felt like they had fallen into an ice cave.

Nothing can attract the attention of a heroic spirit more than a large area of ​​​​light magic.

The two turned their heads to look again, and sure enough... a large number of heroic spirits were flying in the air around them.

Escape... The two looked at each other, exchanged a lot of negative emotions, and then parted ways.

Beta was on the top of a tall building in the distance, watching the two people fleeing in panic, with a smile on his lips.

That sun-drenched magic was naturally his handiwork.

The location where he is standing now is on the top floor of the tallest building in the entire city.

Using his exaggerated eyesight, he discovered several rather peculiar places, chose a nearby one, and walked there.

As for Avalin and Henry... ignore them for now. If they can escape from the heroic spirits, Beta will naturally come to trouble them again. If not... then that's it.

Using the secondary invisibility technique, Beta had an unimpeded path along the way. Occasionally, a heroic spirit blocked his path, but he could sense it in advance and go around it.

About ten minutes later, he came to the nearest special place, a large stone tablet.

Stone tablets are generally used to record certain deeds or for historical purposes.

This one is no exception. There are many murals engraved on the strange blue-purple stone surface, as well as annotations in French characters.

Beta spent a few minutes reading it and frowned slightly.

The murals and content on the stone tablet are nothing more than praising the great achievements of the French royal family and the process of building this royal tomb. There is nothing special about it.

But at the bottom of the stone tablet, there is a sentence written in Holevan language: If you spend all the heroic spirits in the royal tomb alone, there will be a special reward!

What's going on with this playful girl's sense of tone...

Beta stepped forward and gently touched the words. He found that the font marks on it had aged to a certain extent and were at least two years old.

Then there was a disappearance in the system. He opened the mission interface and found that another epic mission had been triggered.

‘Killing all the heroic spirits in the royal tomb cannot be completed in a team. ’

Tsk... Beta felt a little unhappy.

A sentence left over two hundred years ago is still in Holevan language.

The square key of the French royal family disappeared more than two hundred years ago, and the descendants of the royal family do not even remember what it looked like.

Then he got the key from a noble young master, and now he has entered the royal tomb.

Why does it feel like jumping into a pit?

The unhappy mood only lasted a few seconds, and then Beta smiled.

It had been a long time since I had this sense of curiosity. Beta felt that there was a weird puzzle in front of him, waiting for him to solve it.

I'm a little excited, as if I've regained the sense of novelty I had when I first entered the game.

Killing all the heroic spirits... is a bit difficult, but not too difficult to complete.

Beta looked around and quickly locked onto a heroic spirit closest to him in the sky.

At this time, the princesses and princes of the royal family were heading to the north of the royal mausoleum. It seemed that there was a strange feeling that resonated with their blood, guiding them that way.

"The golden thunder and lightning not long ago should be Cook's magic. He has used it once before." Mulin asked as she walked beside Shasha.

Shasha nodded. The magician's magic power fluctuation frequency is a personal identity certificate. In the magician's perception, this thing has the same cognitive function as appearance.

She could naturally feel that the exaggerated golden light and thunder not long ago was indeed Cook's magic.

The huge flow of magic power... is definitely a powerful magic that can only be used by masters and above.

Why does Cook hide his strength?

Shasha was a little disappointed.