Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 606
Saroyan, the name of the square - this name comes from the driver under the command of the sea god Urella, who drives the blue whale and pulls the palace for the sea god to travel.

The statue of Urella stands tall on Saroyan Square, and a large circular open space is circled in front of the statue, and the dark blue water flows around this circular open space.It is said that this is an imitation of the furnishings of the "Poseidon's Table".

At this time, the previous members of the parliament have all sat down at the table, and the candidates with high voices in this election are taking their seats.Cyril raised his eyes and saw Alexios Auditore sitting in a seat closest to them.

Beside him is a tall and fat middle-aged man, with a few clusters of blond hair growing randomly on the mountain-shaped bald head, and his red rosacea nose is as conspicuous as the first camera he saw when he rushed into the room.

Apart from these two, there are no other candidates.

There were nine people sitting at the round table, handing out documents from the Harbor Temple to each other. Not long after, Sandy Marion stood up and solemnly said to the statue behind him:

"Sandy Marion, here I swear to the great god of the sea, the eternal saint who protects us, Urella..."

The oath was long and full of routine nonsense, and Cyril had no interest in listening to it.He looked at this important figure in Port of New Orville, Sandy Marion, who had been reelected for three consecutive terms as the consul of Port of New Orville. At this time, he looked like a very powerful middle-aged man with a considerable Considerable muscle.

But Cyril remembered that when the player came into contact with him—it was only a few short years later, he looked old and decrepit, even walking with a cane.

This change is a bit too big.

While he was thinking, the long oath finally came to an end, and then a square-faced middle-aged man in a water-blue robe with some wrinkles walked out from the tall tower behind him.With a serious expression, he held a long crystal blue staff in both hands, and held it upright in front of his chest.

"This is the current Bishop of the Harbor Temple, Stanley Clemens."

Blake was afraid that Cyril would not know, so he introduced it to him.

All of them sat outside the flowing blue circle, keeping a distance of nearly ten meters from the circle, as if to highlight the sacredness and solemnity of this occasion.

Around the circle, every few meters stood a harbor sanctuary guard who was also in blue light armor. They were collectively called "Sea God Guards", just like the Primordial Knights of the Primordial Church.

However, Cyril quickly recognized their identities from their weapon configuration with two swords and no shields.

The "Ju Tao" double-sword infantry regiment, the ace-level unit in the Sea God Guard.In contrast, although the Strike Knights around Cyril cannot be said to be rotten fish and rotten shrimps, they probably have no chance of winning in the battle.

The aura of each of them is extremely sharp, like the huge waves rising into the sky.Judging by the magic power rating, their magic power background may not even be weaker than Cyril's - although only a few of them will be professional level.

What's even more astonishing is their overall coordination. They don't stand still, but move a few steps from time to time, but the pace and pace of all of them are exactly the same, like a whole.

This is the so-called "ace" team.

Cyril returned his gaze to Bishop Stanley Clemens. At this time, several people had gathered behind him, standing with him as the tip of the triangle.

The judge Philip Benjamin was also in the queue, standing at the very edge of the triangle, his face tensed like a rock on the shore.

Stanley Clemens stepped slowly across the blue ring to the round table behind Sandy Marion.Then he raised the scepter in his hand, and a dazzling light suddenly lit up on the scepter——

"Great Lord, your people ask for your testimony, please send down the oracle!"

He recited complicated scriptures aloud in a strange tone, and as he recited, the ring of blue liquid surrounding the round table gradually became brighter, and then the liquid rose up and turned into pieces of water curtains , synthesized a cover that wraps the entire round table in it.

This sudden scene shocked most of the people present who had never seen this scene, especially the snake people in Nudaria over there. Cyril even heard their seats fall to the ground.

"This is the witnessing ceremony of the Harbor Temple, called the Ritual of the Sea. Next, in this water curtain, every word they say will be tested by Urella..."

Blake whispered this to the people of La Rochelle, so that no one he brought out would make a fool of himself outside.

But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden scream in the water curtain - one of the women who participated in the election, Cyril remembered was Mrs. Dolores, the water curtain above her head suddenly collapsed, turning into a water blue Something red and dancing like a flame touched her body.

Those water-blue things—probably "liquid fire" were slapped vigorously by Mrs. Dolores, but they quickly spread on the long brown hair.

"Help! What is this? Help me destroy it, quick!"

She screamed, tearing her hair violently.Not far away, Alexios had already taken off his robe, and slapped Madame Dolores on the head vigorously, but the flames were not extinguished, and instead climbed onto Alexios' robe, which forced He could only throw it out of his hands.

Everyone was shocked, and no one knew what was going on. There had never been such a thing in the historical records of the Harbor Temple.

Bishop Stanley Clemens didn't hesitate too much, he raised his staff, and after the complicated chant passed quickly, he uttered a complicated word
"Xining clean water!"

The blue water ball fell with the spell, wrapping around Mrs. Dolores' head.The rolling water inside crushed the liquid fire back and forth, and after a while, those surging flames disappeared, and the pain was finally no longer on Madam Dolores' face.

"Mr. Wei, what's going on?" Mia asked Cyril, "I recognize the bishop's spell, which is a six-ring ultimate healing spell—but what kind of flame requires that level of spells? Can it be extinguished? Why is the lady burning?"

But Cyril didn't have an answer either, he could only shake his head slightly while paying close attention to the situation on the field.

The candidates for the parliamentary elections have all been present, the missions have also been present, and those who should be present in the Harbor Temple have all attended, so who is missing on this occasion?

Who else, who can make the sky thunder with a turn in Xin'aowei Port, hasn't appeared?

The bishop watched the flame go out with a gloomy expression. He stretched out his hand and tapped it lightly in the air, and the water ball immediately shattered.The scattered drops of water wet Mrs. Dolores.

Mrs. Dolores didn't have time to deal with her terrible appearance - a small half of her hair was burned by the flames, and her hair was wet against her face, and her dress was also showing a transparent tendency due to being wet, sticking to the Then he opened his mouth to express his gratitude to the bishop: "Thank you, thank you Your Majesty Clemens, I feel good..."

But before her words fell, Cyril heard a "boom", and then blue flames instantly ignited from all parts of Ms. Dolores' body that had been wet by water. In the blink of an eye, she had become a a burning man.

At this moment, she still maintained the movement of reaching forward and wiping the water droplets on the documents on the table, and stared blankly at the blue fire rising from her hand, and finished saying this sentence:
"I feel much better……"

These are the last words of her life.

The crazy blue flame devoured her like a hungry wolf, devouring her flesh and blood almost instantly. In the blink of an eye, Dolores, who was still showing her elegance and beauty at the conference table 10 minutes ago Madam, has become a sitting bone.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene. No one expected that one of the last MPs in New Orway Port, the president of the "Dodd" Chamber of Commerce who had the largest porcelain market, Ms. Dolores, would die in such a in front of himself, and the total of all this before and after did not exceed 1 minute.

But at this moment, Cyril suddenly realized something, he stood up abruptly and drew his sword out of its sheath, the hurricane rolled up with his long sword, and slapped the flanks of the water curtain in front like a wave , lift the "cover" completely, and hit it sideways.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

"Take him down!" Those giant sword fighters immediately noticed Cyril who was making a move in the audience, and dozens of long swords were unsheathed in an instant.But before they could do anything, they heard bursts of cries——

"fire Fire!"

They turned their heads in horror, only to see that the water curtain cover disintegrated in mid-air by Cyril, and turned into blossoming liquid fire.But because they were far away from the round table, at this moment they could only splash on the giant waves with two swords warriors on that side like water droplets, and then immediately began to burn blazingly.

Those flames could almost ignore the armor on their bodies, just burning straight inward, burning through a hole in the blink of an eye, almost piercing through their flesh.

Those two-handed swordsmen who were still raising their swords towards Cyril were stunned, not knowing whether to save people or take down the suspected culprit first.But the bishop's bell-like voice finally sounded at this moment:

"Great Urella, your followers hereby beg you, the waterless tide—"

While he was chanting loudly, he blurted out in the air with one hand, and the complex model like a giant trumpet was constructed in the air. Then he pinched the mouth of the trumpet with one hand, his cheeks swelled round, and blew towards the soldiers covered in flames. go--

In an instant, the sound of waves filled the entire square. Although there was not a single drop of water, they seemed to see huge waves crashing towards them in their eyes.The soldiers fell back and fell to the ground as if they had been hit head-on by the tide.

And the flames on them were finally extinguished.

The bishop's stern gaze swept across the entire square at this moment, and then ordered in a low voice: "Let the priests of the sea god come over and provide healing to our soldiers."

His voice raised sharply again: "Until I get my permission, everyone, don't leave your position!"

The rest of the fighters immediately pressed closer to the auditorium, and the unsheathed swords forced the panicked people to sit back in their seats.

And a few people from the high-level people of the Harbor Temple behind the bishop walked out, and quickly organized their hands to carry the injured more than ten giant waves double-sword warriors down.

While they were doing this, the bishop's gaze had already scanned the faces of each of the remaining eight people at the conference table, and finally his gaze passed the tall and strong middle-aged man, and fell to the La Rochelle mission behind. At the front of the seat, on Cyril's body.

The soldiers immediately surrounded Cyril from both wings, causing everyone in La Rochelle to glare.But the bishop waved his hand lightly, and the soldiers backed away again.

Then Stanley Clemens left the place he was standing step by step, and slowly came to the edge of the blue circle.

Facing this young man who was not sure how many years younger than him, he slowly put a hand on his shoulder, then bent down, and actually gave a deep salute——

People around took a breath of air-conditioning, and Cyril quickly stood up and returned the salute.Stanley Clemens has straightened his back and lowered his voice:
"Unfortunately, you have seen such a thing. These are all the faults of our Harbor Temple, and we will fully bear your losses."

"Thank you to this brave young man who passed judgment before all of us and protected the candidates of Port New Orway."

At this moment, the people around the round table realized belatedly that if the young man hadn't swung the sword in time, these flames would have fallen on them——

And they don't have the delay of those armors, and the water curtain hits their heads and faces, I'm afraid everyone will be the end of Ms. Dolores.

"It was just a fluke."

Cyril said modestly - it all depends on a player's experience, not to mention that he has long been on guard against possible accidents, and when he saw a part of the water curtain turn into flames, he had already expected that the remaining part would also be destroyed. May turn into flames.

"It's just that in comparison, Your Majesty Clemens, I want to know what is this burning water? Why can't water spells extinguish it?"

He immediately asked questions.

This is also something that people desperately want to know after they calm down.

But Clemens looked at him, then shook his head with a wry smile: "To be honest, based on my experience, I don't know what it is. After a while, maybe I can get the answer from the secret, but Now……"

A sudden attack occurred on the ceremony hosted by the Harbor Temple itself. As a result, the most authoritative person in the Harbor Temple did not know what the attack was——

Such a joke-like thing happened in front of them so suddenly, absurd but real.

"I think, until the matter is clarified, everyone should stay in..."

Before Clemens could finish his sentence, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the high place as if he had a feeling in his heart.

Then the scepter in his hand was released and fell to the ground——

Behind them, the tall statue of Uriala.

At this time, two long lines of blood and tears flowed down that face.

(End of this chapter)